Aurora Fujimine asked for Barty Crouch Jr/ Harry Potter with a slightly dark/evil Harry
A/N: Set during GoF but before the actual Tournament takes place. So Harry hasn't been entered yet.
"So, the question is: are you here to discredit Dumbledore, kill me, or both?" A voice echoed from the back of the supposedly empty classroom. Barty Crouch Jr. twirled around and began to search the shadows desperately; he had let the polyjuice disguise of Mad-Eye Moody fall just a few minutes earlier. It was the middle of the night and he wanted to relax in his normal form for a few minutes before patrolling the hallways.
Finally, he spotted a slightly darker shadow off to one side in the back and in one quick move drew his wand and sent a chain of spells at it.
"Nice but not quite. So I'm guessing that you're hostile towards me. Damn," muttered Harry from elsewhere in the room, "Why can't the bad guys focus on Dumbledore for once? I'd just like to be left alone to deal with all the issues that teens deal with, you know acne, hormones, and the big question: do I like guys or do I like girls?."
Barty lowered his wand and spoke for the first time that evening. "Potter, come out here. I give you my word as a wizard that I will not hex you… for now."
Harry stepped out of the corner nearest to Barty and pulled off his father's invisibility cloak. "I love being a ventriloquist," he remarked cheerfully, leaning against the desk.
"Well Potter, you mentioned that you would rather the Dark Lord focus his attention on Dumbledore?" the straw haired man said, his watery blue eyes focused on the student.
"Dumbledore's an ass and while I have several ways to kill him, I have yet to devise a plan that would net eventually lead back to me. While some people are willing to go to Azkaban for their ideals, I'd rather frame others and send them there," Harry stated.
Barty was intrigued and he was sure that his Lord would be as well. "Who would you frame for killing Dumbledore if you had a plan?" he asked.
"Snape. He's the perfect scapegoat! Everyone hates him; people 'know' that he wants to teach the Defense position, so my thought was to set it up to look like Snape was turned down once more and then poisoned Dumbledore's lemon drops. Then, Dumbledore drops dead, Snape goes to Azkaban, and I am likely Neutral or Dark Side, depending on my spouse's politics," declared Harry with a smirk.
Barty and Harry talked for another hour and then, Mad-Eye Moody made an unscheduled trip out of Hogwarts to visit a town called Little Hangleton.
Three days later, Albus Dumbledore was found dead in his office and it was later discovered that he had been killed by a rare and nigh untraceable poison. It was only with the help of Horace Slughorn that it was traced to Severus Snape who was promptly sent to Azkaban without a trial. Oddly enough he was locked in the same cell that Sirius Black had been in; The walls where covered in writings about James Potter, the Marauders, and Slimy Snakey Snivellous. He was insane within three weeks.
"And what happened to Harry Potter, Da?" asked the youngest girl.
"He grew up, married the man of his dreams, four wonderful, brilliant children, and lived happily ever after. Now go to sleep," the green eyed man admonished. "I love you."
"Love you, Da!" chorused the four children.
"I love you too," he murmured quietly as he kissed each child on the head.
"Goodnight, kids," the straw haired man said from the doorway.
"Night, Papa," the sleepy children muttered. Barty held out his hand for his husband as they walked out of the room.
"You told them the story of how we met?" he questioned incredulously.
"They like it! And so do I. After all, if it wasn't for a little thing like murder, I never would have met you and I might have married someone like Ginny Weasley," Harry shuddered.
Barty laughed.
A/N: I hope you liked it, Aurora! He's at least a little evil :-D Thanks for reading, everyone. If you have any suggestions for pairings or prompts, I'd love to hear from you.