He really was quite brilliant, no matter what his father said.
It was all about pleasing the Dark Lord, after all. He had only wanted the boy, and himself?
He wanted the praise, the honor he never had received as a child from his despicable father.
So all he did was construct an ingenious, dirty little plan that would destroy snotty Potter, who had destroyed the valiant Dark Lord in the first place.
Barty remembers the instructions from the Dark Lord to capture Potter.
"I...need...you to..." He rasped in a throaty voice, barely heard.
"Yes, my Lord?" Barty offered kindly, kneeling down to the ground.
"I need...you to..." The Dark Lord gathered all his strength that Barty had given him through blood. "...impersonate Alastor Moody, the new Defense Against the Dark Arts whose in charge of the Triwizard Tournament, and-"
"The Triwizard Tournament?" Barty foolishly interrupted him, instantly cringing, and adding: "My Lord."
"Do not interrupt me!" The Dark Lord whisper-shouted, coughing through his chest. "Yes, the Triwizard Tournament! It is taking place this year. I want you to somehow have Potter's name-"
He spat the name out, and continued. "-entered in the Tournament. Help him win the tournament without arousing suspicion! Then, you must capture him and bring him to me, either by Portkey or some other way!"
"My Lord?"
"Do not 'My Lord' me!" The Dark Lord mimicked, still coughing. "You may leave me now, and get started immediately! You will be my most faithful servant...if you succeed..."
"Yes, yes, anything for you, m-my brave, courageous Lord!" Barty hurriedly bowed, tripping over a pair of shoes in the corner, and sped from the room, grabbing his broom and wand.
And now he was in the empty Great Hall at the stroke of midnight, clutching a hastily written-on piece of parchment.
Harry Potter.
He takes careful clomps-oh, that bloody leg!-to the edge of the Age Line Albus has placed around the Golbet of Fire. Barty points his wand to the Goblet and mutters a Dark curse, a curse that had taken him countless months to create.
His Lord would be proud.
He steps through the Age Line and quietly approaches the redoubtable Goblet, and raises his cloaked arm clutching the parchment to the glowing fire.
Anything for his Lord...yes, he would do anything for his Lord.
The piece of parchment flutters into the Goblet and sizzles an electric blue.
Barty's ingenious plan was in motion.
author's note: my first break from Lily/James stories. I'm thinking that this'll have four chapters in total, each about Alastor Moody's/Barty Crouch Jr.'s part in a certain task during the Goblet of Fire. Please review-I've been staring at this forever and if I tweak it anymore I may just go mad! Also, what categories should I place this fic in?