Blamimg the Arrows for this one: Jade for suggesting BartyGinny, Sophy for making a bet on me, and the rest for not stopping me when they had the chance.
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She finds him praying on his knees, his black hair fallen to create a halo around his sunken cheeks. He looks like a angel and she reminds herself once again, reminds herself that even Lucifer was an angel once. She can't pity someone who has chosen wrong when he had all the options she never did.
"Get up," she says coldly and she makes sure there's venom in her voice.
Barty Crouch looks peaceful when he looks up but she can see the currents of storm in his eyes. He's angry and he's dangerous but he underestimates her. She's angrier and far more vicious than he can ever dream to be.
"I was praying," Barty says in a voice that should be calm, should be fucking polite when talking to her, but isn't.
"I doubt the Dark Lord would be impressed by you praying to an entity that won't answer your desperation, Crouch," she says and satisfaction fills her veins when she sees his face drop.
"God is listening," he snaps, almost pleading, and she rolls her eyes.
Her voice is cold but it's calmer when she says, "Don't bother. God isn't that forgiving."
"We can be saved, God will forgive me," Barry says and his voice hitches on the last syllable like it's a question. "We can be saved."
We can't. She thinks but she doesn't say it outloud because Barty Crouch, as the son of the Minister of Magic and as a fellow Death Eater, should know better then anyone else.
(Fortune only mocks the dammed)