Hello :)
I have not written a Harry Potter fic for a while but the time comes for all of us, doesn't it? So finally, here I am, with a fic that I never thought I would write ! This fic was written in French, and, then, translated by the lovely Serendipity302. This text is great, but quite different from the one I have written, so this is MY work, but this is also HERS. So check out what she writes, quys !
Disclaimer : Nothing's mine :)
Enjoy !
Meticulous. This was the one word that seemed to encompass every aspect of Barty Crouch Senior. It was this meticulousness — this meticulous attention to detail, which allowed him, even as a young man, begin an active life. That and his passion for things Crouch had once been exactly like Percy Weasley. Meticulous, zealous and fairly naïve. Though this last less admirable trait had disappeared years earlier. Over the years, Crouch begun to lose his zeal and came off as a rather lost middle-aged man but in reality this was not the case. Barty Crouch became a madman who needed to maintain control of everything around him.
Barty paid acute attention to everything and everyone. It was the burden he carried for the world. For years, before he was married of course, he worked at all hours — through the night. After he was married, he slowed down and managed more reasonable hours so that his wife would not be unhappy with him — but even then he would not return for hours at a time.
When Barty Crouch Junior was born, no one was more surprised than Barty Crouch Senior. That was when his work hours began to pick up again — he could not handle babies — or toddlers — or children at that. But he could not send a child to Azkaban because he did not know what color shirt to wear to Church. The only type of person Barty knew how to deal with was Death Eaters.
Barty was married, had fathered a child, had professional and social success. He had everything he had ever wanted… everything he had worked so hard for.
Soon Barty Crouch could be characterized by another word: merciless. Toward Death Eaters, he was merciless. Toward his son, he was merciless. Barty was a man who understood that sacrifices are often necessary to get what you want and to do the right thing. He could not prevent collateral damages…they were bound to happen, with or without him. They were inevitable.
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One ordinary day, Barty Crouch Senior was asked to try his son. Initially, he did not understand what he was being asked to do. It was that moment that Barty found out that his son, Barty Crouch Junior was a Death Eater.
Barty did not flinch when he pronounced his son's sentence without even looking at the evidence. He was all-knowing when it came to Death Eaters and his own son was no exception. Of course, the collateral damages would be much heftier than they had ever been but such as life.
Though, despite his son's sentence, Barty couldn't help but wonder how he had managed to root out the evil in others so well and yet fail with his own son.
In any case, Barty Crouch continued working. He kept going as if nothing had happened because — well, nothing had happened. He had simply put another Death Eater in jail.
One day at work, Barty heard one of his coworkers speaking about him. Saying that his job was going to kill him. Barty knew this was true and he was prepared to take the consequences of his actions. That whether it was the next day or the next year, no one could be on top forever.
