No clue when I'll actually manage to actually get this done but here's a little preview of what's going to happen.
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Rodrick flew high up into the sky, taking in the bird's-eye view of the strange tower. He hadn't thought a place like this existed. The tower was surrounded by mounds of plain fields, high mountains in the distance closing it off from the rest of the world.
One thing was for sure.
It was made by someone magical.
Powerful too. Rodrick frowned as he flew down quickly, his burning wings leaving a small trail of fire as he reached the cone-like roof, quickly transforming back as his feet stuck to the tilted tiles.
A moment later and he sped down the tower, his robes once again allowing him to seamlessly float.
"Oh for fu-"
"Child!"
"He's flying again!"
Rodrick blinked as he came to a stop, peering inside the nearest window.
The two death eaters quickly took notice of him as they both turned towards him slowly.
He apparated inside.
"Wonderful." Barty deadpanned at the most annoying inventon in the history of wizardkind.
"Mr. Grindel-"
"Cut the crap." Rodrick stated remorselessly as he fired 6 stunners their way. His hand just about to grab his wand before-
"Turn around you bloody psyc-!" Barty's voice cut off as he felt the effects of a stunner hit him on the side.
"Don't be rude." Bellatrix narrowed her eyes as she got up, straightening her robes out.
Rodrick on the other hand couldn't help but stare. At his cousin, there was a gobsmacked look on her face as she stared back at him.
"You're my cousin..?" Ginny whispered, an awed tone to her voice as she couldn't help the wide-eyed expression on her face. "That was so cool!"
Oh crap... Rodrick couldn't help neither the thought nor the uncomfortable expression he showed. He turned back, a glare on his face, to the two responsible. The nerve...
"What the hell are you so pissed off about?" Bellatrix questioned, a gruff look on her face.
And for a second Rodrick actually felt a little hope grow inside-
Until a far too cheerful expression took over the woman's face... "Barty's the one asking,"
Rodrick took in a deep breath, readied his wand and-
"What the hell!? It's a question, Merlin, will you calm down!?" Barty yelled, a frantic look on his face, his hand's gesturing wildly as he got up, finally free to move again. He ignored the urge to glare at Bellatrix.
She more then definitely already knew.
The woman, this child need's to be moved quickly, had the audacity to snort. Openly staring at him.
Rodrick blinked once before pocketing his wand. His eyes however stayed glued onto the two confused death eaters.
"You two have absolutely no idea what's going on do you?"
Barty stared at him for a few moments before sighing rather loudly, an exasperated look on his face as he admitted "Woke up an hour ago," His body, at the very least, finally loosened up, the after effects of Bellatrix's stunner disappearing completely.
"Woke up 2 hours ago," Bellatrix followed on, a grin on her face. Once again irritating Barty and completely souring what little relief he'd gotten.
Slowly her face took on a more smug look.
Rodrick was pretty certain they were communicating... Somehow.
"I woke up five minutes ago..." Ginny whispered from behind. It was only now he noticed the small note clasped in her hand...
"This is all your fault," Rodrick groaned, his hands covering his face.
"My fault!?" Barty questioned, his face twitching rapidly.
"You caused all this remember!?"
"What are you talking about?" Barty barely managed to grit out properly, his personality once again changing.
"Oh great, memory loss, just what we all need." Rodrick touched the bridge of his nose. "So let me get this straight, someone out there is masquarading as this idiot," He sent Barty a pointed look, "Whose capable of breaking into and out of Azkaban, steal this insane b-"
"Child."
Rodrick's eye twitched. "And set all this up in a manner of days?" He finished tersely.
"Pretty sure he left someone in my place so i doubt anyone will notice." Bellatrix hummed.
"Not. The. Issue."
"Did you say someone's masquerading as me!?" Barty finally managed to let out having decided on which personality to trust.
Thats how he assumed it worked anyway.
Rodrick snorted at the irony of Barty getting remotely angry at someone borrowing his identity. He quickly removed a few pieces of paper from one of his pockets. Quickly unshrinking the copy of the Daily Prophet. He let the latest edition float calmly towards the two suddenly transfixed, one horrified while the other giggled, insane death eaters.
Barty Crouch Jr seen in Ottery St Catchpole
And he couldn't help the feeling that he was forgetting something... Plus who knew how long it would take before Dumbledore finally managed to get a word out of Greyback, the werewolf currently rotting in a ministry cell.
The other 'Barty' however was what worried him. He really hoped it was just Karkarof and Lockhart messing around again. He doubted there was a single sane person capable of doing all this so easily.
Though, if it were them... Why reveal themselves now?
