Back in the days before Harry Potter existed, when Dark Wizardry was coming into it's element and the Ministry was fighting with everything that it had, there was a woman. Her name was Elaine. And she fell in love.

It was her first ever real love, she had silly crushes whilst at Hogwarts but nothing more than flings and fancies. When she left and became a secretary for one of the most handsome men to grace the earth she thought she'd died and gone to heaven.

Four short years later they were married and Elaine Scunthorpson became Mrs. Elaine Crouch. It was many years later than her health would start to deteriorate and her mind slowly become slow and tired following the birth of their one and only son.

Bartemius Crouch Jr.

Bartemius was a quiet child. Even from a young age. When any other children would ask him to play he would hide behind his Mother's wheelchair and glare menacingly at them. Most children learnt to stay away from them quickly. Letting young Barty tend to his addiction to wizardry.

There were many times when Elaine would find him cuddled up in a corner, a book hanging from his thin hands and his eyes closed as he drifted off into a happy slumber. In his dreams he would see his Mother walk, and run, and play games with him. In all honesty he was jealous of what other children had, but of course he would never trade his Mother in for anything in the world. She was his rock.

When Bartemius was 11 he received his letter for Hogwarts. In the letter was something quite different to the rest, it read as this:

Dear Mr Bartemius Crouch Jr,

You have been accepted into Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry. It is suffice to say that had you been allowed to we would have accepted you earlier. Your talents have proven wise beyond your years. Please do not take this letter lightly, this is a warning. If you are found to be praticing magic outside of the school grounds it will be an immediate grounds for expulsion.

Please prove that I am correct in thinking that you are a very talented young Wizard. I will look forward to seeing you shortly. Enjoy your time at home before you start school and remember this, it matters not what a person is born. But what they grow to be.

Yours Sincerely,

A.P.B. Dumbledore.

Bartemius was shocked to receive such a personal letter, even down to the signature. He was very shocked indeed, but would never mention this to his parents. They were just happy that he was accepted. They never questioned what the letter would say.

It would be stupid to ramble on about Barty's first couple years, as it was his last year that was most important. That is where our story shall begin. I suggest taking up a seat. It may take a while.