I don't own Harry Potter or anything of J.K. Rowling. I wanna be an author but in the mean time, she's the genius, not me.

This story is mainly the product of me and my best friend and girlfriend sitting down and writing down what may have happened. Sort of movieverse but not so much, more or less what could have happened. Barty Crouch Jr. is an incredibly powerful wizard, it's not hard to imagine that he may have survived the kiss and could be more powerful then his master.


The Barty Crouch that most people knew had been a very intelligent man, even when he was a student at Hogwarts, though at that time no one would have assumed that the boy that seemed to reflect nothing of his own family - the Crouch family had always been in Slytherin and almost all of them were deflecting from the ways that magic was being manipulated to make everyone bow down - would ultimately take down his entire family and about half of the wizarding world while he was at it. When he was in school Bartimeus Crouch Jr. was always beaten down by his family, and anyone else, typically coming from the lines "why are you nothing like your father Barty," and "There hasn't been a Crouch sorted into Gryffindor house for over seven Generations, how did this one go wrong?" and in a lot of the cases it was someone vastly older then him talking over his head as though he were just another stupid child enrolled in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and he would ultimately amount to nothing at all. Or in his fears, he'd turn out just like his father. A cold blooded and miserable snake who abused his power, his wife and his imperfect son. But that was only what happened inside their own home.

During his years in Hogwarts, he had been sorted into Gryffindor and terrorized by the Slytherins, turning most things around on his own and finding an affinity with the darker arts and the fun of turning their tortures around on them for a change. But he'd also managed to find himself some friends along the way, Regullus Black was one of them but he was a Slytherin and thought the same that all of them did, he was a pathetic excuse for a Crouch, too different and that nervous little tick of his that caused him to flick his tongue either against the back of his teeth or across his thin lips made him even weirder. He had made other friends though in the form of James Potter, Reamus Lupin, Sirius Black - another defect like him, possibly the only reason they managed to connect on anything - Lily Evans and somehow or another he befriended (by mistake it seemed) a Ravenclaw by the name of Evelyn Monroe. There had been another one but Peter Pettigrew had always been this snivelling little bug as far as Barty was concerned, funny how much that hatred grows over the years, the little rat was always seeming to make himself the center of attention. But as annoying as he was, there was always that little brunette that managed to distract Barty and his wand from turning Peter into a frog or anything else which honestly Pettigrew's so called friends found more hilarious then anything else on most occasions. It was weird how she was always that little thing that stopped him. And in their 4th year, he had stopped a group of Slytherins, namely Lucius Malfoy and his lot, from backing her into a wall and putting a hex on her.

Barty had been running late for his Transfiguration class, something that he was excelling in, or rather it was another class that he was excelling in. Truthfully his best efforts were used in Potions classes, he was the best at that and the only 4th year that could manage a fully successful Polyjuice potion and successfully create the Draft of Waking Death without managing to kill everyone else at the table from the fumes. He was aiming high, hoping to learn how to do everything in the book, but then again Barty had other things he was good at as well. As he was dashing to his class, his large robes caused him to trip and skid to a stop near the archway into the gardens where he saw young Evelyn getting her books thrown into the air, stepped on and the girl being shoved into an alcove. As they raised their wands, to do god only knows what to her, Barty picked up his own and flicked it at them, muttering the first thing that came into his mind and Lucius Malfoy soon found himself a little white ferret with which Barty began playing with, moving him up and down with his wand. This should have scared people, a 4th year student was using the Imperius Curse on another student after transfiguring him into an animal. And he was the son of Bartimeus Crouch! How could he be allowed to get away with things like this?

Barty thought nothing of it, even as he found himself being patted on the back by James Potter and Sirius Black who had caught up with him, they both grinned a little and Barty snapped his wand again, turning Lucius back who threatened him with his father and then took off running in fear as Barty pointed his wand at the blond boy again. Smirking a little, Barty shooed his friends off to class and moved over to where Evelyn was pushed into the alcove and held his hand out to her, smiling a little sideways and flicking his tongue out of the corner of his mouth. Slightly embarrassing as it may have been, he sighed a little, blowing his hair out of his eyes and his mouth.

"I'm Barty...Crouch. The younger one...You are?"

She introduced himself and it was almost like sparks went off above his head, there was something very calming about Evelyn though it seemed as the years went by that calming presence would both be his savior and his condemnation. She had followed him in his 6th year into the Forbidden Forest and watched as he toyed around with the dark spells that a friend he had gained on one of the trips to Hogsmeade, Evan Rosier, had given him. Evelyn had shocked him when she not only knocked him backward with the same spell he had thrown at one of the trees and wondered why it did nothing but when he slipped off the tree some days later and had said the killing curse under his breath she had survived it. She actually managed to survive the curse that was supposed to kill anything in it's path. Just a girl...a 5th year girl at that. And how? Barty had hopped out of the tree almost as soon as he'd said it, his mind swimming with what he was going to do, would he leave her there or try to come up with something brilliant about how she died when he brought her back to the school or...or what? What could he do? Leaning down to touch her, she was laughing up at him. He about had a heart attack and then snapped.

"Where do you come off playing with me like that?! How did you not die? Do you know what that was?!"

She'd been thinking about something else. Something else...slowed her breathing down and just relaxed herself. When he'd calmed down, her hands in his hair, he curled himself around her and just held on. There was nothing more he could do about any of it, he'd nearly killed the only person that he'd so deeply loved. It hurt him more then anything and that fact scared him almost as much as her near death had. He really did love this girl, and it may get in the way of what he was trying to do with his life, to be something better then his father but at this point he was a happy young man going somewhere dark and disturbing according to the men he thought were his friends. He was following in the footsteps of a Slytherin. How could he? But it didn't matter, Barty was who he was, and no matter what they all thought about him, he would be more then just the Minister's son.

Barty asked Evelyn to marry him when he had graduated from Hogwarts, only a year before her. They had been at the Weasley's tiny home in the Burrow, a place that Barty had spent countless days over almost all of the holidays hiding out in. His father had been too busy for him these days and it was more fun other there with Bill and Charlie and the new set of twins and the fact that Molly Weasley was once again pregnant with another and showing absolutely no sign of ever having a girl. And even better then the Weasley boys and the fact that James and Sirius sometimes dropped by bringing Lupin and stories of traveling and seeing the Muggle world with them, there was Evelyn that lived there with them because she had no other place to go. It was wonderful having her that close and they were so intimate without actually being intimate it was wonderful. Both of them were growing magically and physically...she was turning into a beautiful young woman and he...well, Barty was looking less like the small boy that his father knew and more like a lanky young man, his reddish hair had turned into a deep brownish blond, he had long since stopped looking so much like his father too, he had that evil look in his eyes but it was nothing more then just an expression for the moment. His eyes told everything about him, a trait that would get him into trouble later on in life, but what could really be expected. And luckily for him, that annoying little tick about him that had been so obvious when he was younger as now starting to fade into an odd little reaction that he had to things going on in his life. He didn't do it all the time anymore.

Evelyn had nearly fallen over when he told her he was so deeply in love with her that he would stop time if he could just to have her by his side, he had done it the muggle way, getting down on one knee and offering up a silver snake that was twisted into a coil, it's eyes were onyx and in it's mouth there was an emerald, held tightly to it. Even with the Dark Lord's rising and conquering of everything, no one suspected that he would be following that. He was just Barty Crouch Sr.'s son now, not the horrible letdown, seeing as he graduated higher in Hogwarts then nearly anyone else did, he could have been an Auror or anything else, though Barty actually wanted to give the Ministry a fighting chance, even if it did mean dealing with his father. The man was getting a little bit better when it came to not abusing his son and putting him down quite as bad as he used to when Barty was younger, he was actually starting to think that his father was actually afraid of his son. And yet Barty hadn't even done anything yet...go figure. Then again, Crouch Sr. was almost always afraid of everything and pretty cruel, unusual and annoying in his predictions that are almost always wrong.

As strange as it may sound, Barty wasn't doing too badly when it came to making his way in the Ministry, he was sending owls to Evelyn about his life and wanting to know about hers all the while she finished her last year in Hogwarts though even with all the running around that is father had him doing somehow or another Barty found himself getting bored and as he heard his father change his views on what was right as far as what could be used on Death Eaters - the bill had been passed through the Ministry that the use of the Unforgiveable Curses was fitting when used on a Death Eater or those suspected of Dark deeds - it made him far angrier then it probably should have. Barty had blown up at his father, snapping the man's head off.

"Do you realize you pathetic old man that not all Dark wizards are exactly death eaters, you are licensing the attack of all wizards that are considered a threat. Did you know that I am considered a threat because I can properly perform more spells then anyone else in the wizarding world? Would you allow you're own son to be struck down in the street by the killing curse? Or worse..."

His father didn't answer him, only reshuffled the papers on his desk and turned around to speak to a portrait of an older wizard, who was glaring in Barty's general direction. Snarling he shuffled for his wand and then thought otherwise in the same second, stomping out of the Ministry of Magic and into the darkness, he apparated from the main alleyway of Diagon Alley and into 12 Grimauld House where there was currently a meeting going on between most of the Death Eaters and their Dark Lord. Malfoy had approached him some time ago about joining their side, to stop being at the cowering heels of his father and turn into something far more powerful. Walking into the gathering, Barty removed his coat bearing the Ministry's patch and tossed it into the flames, eying them all and smirking slightly. Moving over to Lord Voldemort, Barty dropped to his knees, not looking the man in his eyes and staring instead at the ground.

"I accept your offer and will serve you to the best of my abilities"

He hissed slightly as he said it, smiling a little bit as his arm was almost immediately taken, Malfoy had apparently cleared his name with the Lord, telling him of the boy who could use the most difficult of the Dark magic with ease and had been since his 3rd year in school and no one was suspecting anything about him. As the white, skeletal wand was lain on his arm, the tip of it pushed into the flesh of his left arm, burning for only a moment before the mark appeared. The skull swallowing a snake. He had been branded like the rest of the Death Eaters and it had been his father that had pushed him into the welcoming arms of his Lord. How fitting it was.