To Barty Crouch Jr. whose memory will be kept although he couldn't keep it himself.

"You should never have come into this house, Bertha." My eyes flickered through the dim light in
which I could hardly meet hers. "Barty, is that you ?" She asked. I could smell her
disbelief although her voice did not give away any emotions. "Yes". My lips hardly yielded
any more than a whisper. "My father will come and then... You.. have to.. flee! The.. Lord-"
I could no longer speak what I wanted to speak. My father had reached his strength again.
He overpowered my will and again I was controlled. I struggeled with him for two long
minutes. Finally I could grasp will over my muscles again. "It's my, my father. The.. curse..
the forbidden curse.. Impe... Imperius Cu... Curse..." Bertha approached me slowly.
She whispered "Forget the Dark Lord! Barthy, I never was.." I could see it in her eyes that
met mine by now. She was not lying. But I always had thought about her.. We had been
chasing muggles together before I was sent to the place I never want call by it's name again.
We had been a couple. I tried to kiss her and she went a step backwards. Or did I ? My father
had the control again. It was weird. I had made up many ideas recently. But Bertha.. Did I
really? My father sent me into my room again. Winky brought me a cup of hot chocolate.
Only a dream, mere wishes. Nothing but wishes. It came to me. It will never be more than
a wish. It had never been. Goodbye, Bertha. Although there had never been "Hello".