AN: This wonderful first part has been written by my friend M.B. (known here as kreaaprine) during our late-night brainstorm session of small HCs regarding Barty Crouch Junior and Emmeline Vance. Thanks for giving me feels dear.
Barty sat slumped in his seat, the effects of the veritaserum finally melting away so that his brain was his own once more. Never had he felt so weak ever since Azkaban; never had he felt so weak after the betrayal that had ended his life. But now nothing mattered anymore. He was to receive the Dementor's Kiss as punishment for his years of loyal service to the Dark Lord. A dark cackle left Barty's mouth as he sat up in his seat, his eyes hooded from fatigue, his body sore from overexertion. I will be regarded as a hero! His own words echoed in his mind as the door was opened by a familiar figure followed by a hushed murmuring and a coldness akin to the worst despair. "Emmeline...Vance?" Eyes growing wide with shock, Barty felt his mouth fall open as he looked on at the woman he had not seen ever since his imprisonment in Azkaban all those years ago. It had all been her fault. Hers. This woman's fault. A shudder went through his body as he tried to sit up straight, hatred blazing in his eyes as he attempted to grab the wand that wasn't there, to shoot the hex that he could not use. "YOU!" Spittle flew through the air as the man let out the bloodcurdling shout, a tear streaming down his face as the Dementor closed in slowly, ever so slowly, its mouth wide open for the final kiss Barty would ever receive.