(( Author's note -- Here's a twist. This one was brought up about a couple of episodes of a tv show and an OC I made a couple of years ago. What if the young daughter of Lucius Malfoy brought back Barty Crouch Jr from his..soulless existence? Was it an accident reading her father's dark magic books or was it intentional because she... Lemme know what you think. More will follow this definitely))
Fallyn Malfoy – youngest of the Malfoy clan and the most easily bored – sat in the library of her father's study and stared at the fire in the fireplace. As the flames danced and reached up the chimney, she sighed softly and stood up and wandered over to the bookshelves. She was 15 years old and was just a shy bit over 5 feet tall. Long blonde hair down to the middle of her back and slim figured.
She attended Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry along with her older brother, Draco. The kids were the heirs to one of the wealthiest wizarding families in London and at the school; Draco was referred as the Prince of Slytherin while Fallyn was merely the Princess of Chaos. Thank her brother for that nickname. School had ended for the summer holidays just 6 weeks ago and already she was climbing the walls to try and ease at least SOME of the boredom. Draco was spending the week with a bunch of other boys in London at the Malfoy's penthouse. Snort. Isn't that grand. And her parents were on a trip to Paris on some business and didn't want to drag their daughter along for fear she'd be bored. Funny how ironic some things would turn out to be.
She drew another sigh and let her blue eyed gaze dance over the titles of the books on the….wait. And an evil smirk tugged at the corners of her lips as she reached up and turned the head of the gryphon on the wall sconce only to pull back the wainscoting on the other wall across and reveal a small safe. Fallyn grinned even more and turned and bounced over to the other wall, dropping to her knees and with no problem whatsoever she had the safe open in a heartbeat. Her father only cast certain charms on the safe for those not of the family persuasion so she was more than welcome to look inside and pull out one of the four books inside. The book was a bit larger than a regular hardcover size and nearly 400 pages thick. She turned and sat down cross-legged, her back to the wall and set the book in her lap. Her father's books were always so…interesting. Lots of engravings and the text was all handwritten and all in old Latin.
She leafed through the pages slowly, until she came upon a page with lots of sparklies and most of the words were small even though still in Latin, but at least she could….And the last word she recognized meant basically "insert name here". And it was looking for the name of a person that….hmm…..and since he was still so fresh on her mind, the first name that Fall could think of that she knew wouldn't really mind if anything happened to him.
Her eyes closed as her head dropped back and she whispered softly, "Bartemius Crouch, Junior…."
There was a whirlwind that immediately transpired in front of the fireplace. Not much over 6 feet tall and not more than 5 feet wide…a mini-tornado, if you please. And Fally slowly closed the book and stood up, using the wall as a 'crutch', leaving the book on the floor and slowly walking over to the back of the couch leaving a good space of nearly 4 feet between herself and the tornado. The whirling winds and the moans from the tornado perked up her attention as various free parchments and other things flew through the air in a swirl and Fall just stood there and watched, blue eyes shining.
Another few moments and when the papers settled and the hurricane was done…Fallyn let out a war whoop and jumped over the back of the sofa as Barty Crouch, Jr cringed at the shriek and flinched seeing the wildly ecstatic blonde charging at him.
"This is SO cool!" She said, circling around him, but careful and ready to pounce if this was truly the same Barty.
The young man watched her closely, his steady gaze not letting the girl out of his sight. He had spent the last year or some in the hospital. Not even at the wizarding clinic that everyone used. This was some hellhole in the middle of the darkness of some Eastern European country. Ever since his plot to help Voldemort try and destroy Harry Potter had failed last year, and he had had the Dementor's kiss performed right there at the school. He had lost his memories….his soul…..basically his entire life. Wiped out from an encounter with one of the ghastly visage. But then Barty was strong. He had conned his way out of Azkaban the first time using his mother's love. But all of that was lost to the Dementor. There were only a few faces and maybe a place or two he'd be able to place. One of those he had a handle on was the teenager bouncing around him now. And a small and true smile tugged at his lips – the first time in probably years – and with a cracking in his voice from not being used in so long….
"Hello, Fallyn. So what say you give your old mate a hug, hm?"