Okay, so ever since I've started reading Barty Crouch Jr. fics this idea kind of stuck with me and I've finally decided to do something with it. This story follow Barty from his childhood years to just before he helps Bellatrix torture the Longbottoms. Since I'll be writing snippets of his life chapters will sometimes be long and sometimes be very short. Also, I couldn't find anywhere how old Barty was when he joined Voldemort's regime, so I've manufactured my own timeline.
AN: English isn't my native tongue, so if I've made any errors grammar or spelling wise please excuse me.
Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing.
He's nine the first time he meets a muggle.
It's summertime and he's walking around the neighbourhood, just enjoying his freedom. His father doesn't believe in holidays and his mother's too busy having lunches with the other witches of high society to bother paying any attention to him. He used to hate it, the fact that he seemed invisible to them, but he's come to enjoy their abscence. It gave him the freedom to do whatever he wanted and most of the time without consequence, as he'd discovered a while ago.
He squints in the sunlight and moves his floppy brown hair out of his face as he walks through the local muggle playground with a touch of arrogance. He loves this place, it's just so much fun. Children's magic isn't monitored, the ministry views that as a task for parents, but he doesn't have parents, not really and he uses that fact to his advantage. This park is his favourite because it holds several massive oak trees that he can easily hide himself behind. The one closest to the playground is his favourite, he likes to stand behind it and watch the ignorant little muggle children play with each other until he finds a suitable prey. He hasn't found anything quite as exhilerating as making one small child see the most terrifying things and cry for help to their friends, only to be turned upon by them.
He does love his mind games.
The scene he finds when he reaches his spot isn't the one he expected, but he isn't completely infamiliar with the sight.
There's a group of boys, slightly older than him, standing in a circle laughing at the pain they're inflicting on their latest victim.
"Hey, give it back!" A girl's voice reaches his ears and as the bulky boys shove her around he catches a glimpse of long brown hair.
It's twelve against one and the one doesn't stand a chance. He feels a sense of indignant righteousness as he watches the boys manhandle the much smaller girl, they should pick on someone their own size. He makes a snap shot decision and pulls out his mother's old wand. It's slightly damaged and doesn't hold much power, but he's managed to get some magic out of it. With two flicks of his wrist he puts a stop to such unfairness.
Within mere moments the boys have scattered, leaving the park screaming for their mommies.
He's too young to understand the meaning of hypocrisy.
He comes out of his hiding place to help pick up the dozen or so books that lie scattered throughout the sand. The covers hold titles he's unfamiliar with, but he's still quite certain that they're well beyond the girls age-level.
"Thanks." She says as he gives them back to her, a radiant smile on her face.
He's nine the first time he meets a muggle. She's six and wise beyond her years when she first meets a wizard and even though she knows nothing of his world, he likes her instantly.
The next chapter should be up soon. Please review, though I'll continue this story either way, it does motivate me to work faster.