Emma Crouch
A/N First a HUGE thanks to Zirconiafire, without her there wouldnt even be a story here. Please read her stories! Secondly, no hate people! This is my first fanfic!
Disclaimer: I do not own any HP characters. Or Barty jr. If I did, he wouldn't be this creepy. Maybe. I'm not J.K Rowling. If I were, I'd be rolling in money.
Emma's POV
I picked up a copy of The Daily Prophet and sighed at the headline. Barty Crouch jr., what have you done?
It's always about my dad or my brother,never the long-lost sister. Good.
The moving picture on the front made me stifle a laugh. Barty always looked so strange, he could use a shower. And some plastic surgery. The man's eyes bugged out and his tongue kept flicking out, a nervous habit he got from my dad, who outgrew it. Apperently my twin brother had broken out of Azkaban. If he get's his soul sucked out, he better not come crying to me. I walked out of the Leaky Cauldron and transfigured. My cat form would make me unreconizable. I had to talk to Barty, and I knew where he was headed...
Barty's POV
I took in a deep breath and let it out, admiring the fact that it wasn't a wisp, like in Azkaban. Stupid Dementors. The Polyjuice Potion was working well, even Moody's eye fit in perfectly. It was disgusting, yes, to put in another man's fake eye, ( and drink some of his hair) but it was all for the cause. He would be pleased. I countinued on my way to Hogwarts, to Potter, to the rise of the Dark Lord.
A/N Yeah, I know the chapter is stupidly short, but bear with me here! I promise I'll have more up soon ( If middle school doesn't kill me first)