Disclaimer- I only own Emma.....
I could still see his face, cruel, mocking, ashamed, all at once. I bet my face still haunts him. That sad face of an innocent. I was a good actor.
Once an actor, always an actor.
My days were numbered.. I hadn't eaten in ages. Food no longer held any interest for me.
I had an urge to shout out Voldemort's name. Just to feel the power it still held in my cold blackened heart.
But no, I will hold my tounge. I will remain the face of the innocent.
They came into my cell, draining the happy thought of the guilt my father must feel.
They had food, why did they bother? Didn't they see the piles of grub decaying in the corner of my cell? I would not eat today either.
Life no longer held any interest in me.
My eyes wondered to the other prisoners. On one side of me there was a man named Karikoff, I knew for a fact he would be leaving soon. He had given information they needed. They were just clearing up his paperwork now.
He look miserable and beat up and drained, but there was still that glint in his eyes. A glint of evil that they could never lose. It was the gaze of a murderer.
My eyes wandered to the other direction.
There was something different about him. He too was bedraggled and miserable.
I bit my lip.
His eyes...he was innocent.
What was it like to be here and be innocent?
What was it like to be innocent?
I had lost my innocence.
What had I given up to join Him?
Would I ever kiss a girl?
Would I ever kiss her?
Emma...in all her beauty and splendor...would she be ashamed of me?
What if she saw what I had become?
Now my life was coming to a close. It was ending all because I had tried to defy my father. All because I had made that plea for attention that had sent me here.
I couldn't stand it here.
So then as time passed and the opportunity to escape came I took it. Maybe I could go back to being innocent.
But no....
There was a pull.
A pull to be evil.
And it caught me.
Now I see the face of the innocent man again. He too is free now, he has escaped it all, unlike me. In a way I am still bound, still imprisoned, imprisoned by the evil that drew me in.
But I am a good servant of the Lord.
He is my real father.
Not like the father I killed at my own hands.
I must be loyal to my false father.
But now they have come to kill me...no...not death.
Not for Barty Crouch.
Something worse then death.
They will take my soul.
Little do they know.
I have no soul.
I lost it with my innocence. I traded it with the devil...no...with Voldemort....but still.... I have this something....like my love for Emma....that is my soul perhaps.
So now he drains it.
And yet I feel the same.
For my innocence was lost long ago....
I could still see his face, cruel, mocking, ashamed, all at once. I bet my face still haunts him. That sad face of an innocent. I was a good actor.
Once an actor, always an actor.
My days were numbered.. I hadn't eaten in ages. Food no longer held any interest for me.
I had an urge to shout out Voldemort's name. Just to feel the power it still held in my cold blackened heart.
But no, I will hold my tounge. I will remain the face of the innocent.
They came into my cell, draining the happy thought of the guilt my father must feel.
They had food, why did they bother? Didn't they see the piles of grub decaying in the corner of my cell? I would not eat today either.
Life no longer held any interest in me.
My eyes wondered to the other prisoners. On one side of me there was a man named Karikoff, I knew for a fact he would be leaving soon. He had given information they needed. They were just clearing up his paperwork now.
He look miserable and beat up and drained, but there was still that glint in his eyes. A glint of evil that they could never lose. It was the gaze of a murderer.
My eyes wandered to the other direction.
There was something different about him. He too was bedraggled and miserable.
I bit my lip.
His eyes...he was innocent.
What was it like to be here and be innocent?
What was it like to be innocent?
I had lost my innocence.
What had I given up to join Him?
Would I ever kiss a girl?
Would I ever kiss her?
Emma...in all her beauty and splendor...would she be ashamed of me?
What if she saw what I had become?
Now my life was coming to a close. It was ending all because I had tried to defy my father. All because I had made that plea for attention that had sent me here.
I couldn't stand it here.
So then as time passed and the opportunity to escape came I took it. Maybe I could go back to being innocent.
But no....
There was a pull.
A pull to be evil.
And it caught me.
Now I see the face of the innocent man again. He too is free now, he has escaped it all, unlike me. In a way I am still bound, still imprisoned, imprisoned by the evil that drew me in.
But I am a good servant of the Lord.
He is my real father.
Not like the father I killed at my own hands.
I must be loyal to my false father.
But now they have come to kill me...no...not death.
Not for Barty Crouch.
Something worse then death.
They will take my soul.
Little do they know.
I have no soul.
I lost it with my innocence. I traded it with the devil...no...with Voldemort....but still.... I have this something....like my love for Emma....that is my soul perhaps.
So now he drains it.
And yet I feel the same.
For my innocence was lost long ago....