This was written for the Stretch Your Boundaries Competition. I had to write about Barty Crouch Jr. for the third round. This was the first time I've ever written for Barty, so I apologize if this isn't very good. This is very different writing style for me.) I used the prompts punctual, later that night, and possibilities. Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
Barty Crouch Jr. had never had a close relationship with his father. That was one thing he had in common with Lord Voldemort. Another thing they had in common was that people tended to assume the worse when they spoke about them. Barty didn't mind that too much though because that meant that he had no friends. He was free to work with his master. He was free to do the very thing that his father feared, which was to help bring the Dark Lord back.
Too bad he had to work with that stupid, filthy rat, Peter Pettigrew. He was furious that he kept trying to talk the Dark Lord out of using Harry Potter for part of his plans. Barty understood why the Dark Lord needed him for his plans, and he was more than willing to help collect him for it. A plan was devised quickly, despite Pettigrew's attempts to come up with a better solution.
Barty thought of his last real memory with his father once again after the Quidditch World Cup. That shocked look on his face still haunted him every day, though the words that followed gave him motivation to continue working with Lord Voldemort. "You are no son to me. I have no son." He glared at the tree nearby as if it was his father and kicked it. He didn't know why he was thinking of his father at a time like this, though he had spotted him through the crowds earlier. His father hadn't seen him though since he had been under an Invisibility Cloak.
Barty once wanted to make his father proud of him, but that had been nearly impossible. His father was a workaholic who had been impossible to please. He now lived to disappoint his father on a daily basis since it was easier, though the two never spoke. The possibilities of ways to disappoint him were endless. A wicked grin crossed his lips as he continued walking toward his destination. "You have no son… well, are you proud of me now, father?" he muttered quietly to himself. He looked around to make sure that nobody could hear him. "Here I am… almost single handedly bringing back the Dark Lord." He cackled to himself as he tried to imagine the look on his father's face if he could see him then.
He didn't regret anything he had done for the Dark Lord. Barty especially didn't regret what he had to do later that night. Barty finally reached his destination spot and raised his wand into the air. A self satisfied grin appeared on his lips when he cried out, "MORSMORDRE!" He looked into the air and saw that he successfully conjured the Dark Mark. He was punctual even though he was working on a plan for evil. Everything was going according to his Master's plan. Now all they had to do was wait for the rest of it to follow through. He couldn't wait to witness the chaos that was about to happen when Lord Voldemort returned.
"Just look at me now, father…. Just look at me now." He chuckled and disapparated before anybody could find him at the scene of the crime.
A/N: Thanks for reading! Please leave a review! Teddy, I hope I lived up to your expectations since Barty is your baby!