A/N: I don't own Harry Potter

This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Assignment #5 - Task #4 - Magical Law Enforcement Squad:Write a police!au / Alt: Write about committing a crime (kidnapping is a crime)

Writing Club March

Lyric Alley: 4 - I will still hold you down

Marvel Appreciation: 10 - [Characteristic] Dangerous

Liza's Loves: 23 - Sapphire Salute - Write about a Ravenclaw

Showtime: 18 - Opus 17 (Don't You Worry 'bout Me) – (color) Blue

Warning: Kidnapping, obsessive behavior, hostage situation.

Word Count: 1013

Barty's eyes scanned the hallway. He'd managed to escape from the lake, lost Harry Potter, and now he was standing here. There were Aurors everywhere. There were also students, trying to see what was going on. He didn't know how the Aurors had found him, he's thought his disguise was perfect. Apparently not. Someone must have seen through it. He suspected Dumbledore. That man was more a menace than he'd originally thought. He reached out and grabbed the closest person. He didn't even look to see who it was, anyone would work as a hostage in this situation. He pulled her close to him.

"Let the girl go," Moody ordered. Barty laughed. He wasn't about to let anyone go, especially not the only think keeping him alive right now.

"Back off or I kill her," he ordered, his wand in his hand. He pointed it at her head. The tip touched her ear. She let out a small squeak sound. Barty nearly paused at how cute the noise had been. She must be terrified. Good. He liked them when they were terrified. Fear always made every experience more so.

"Keep that up," he whispered in her ear. He brushed the blond hair from her face slightly, so he could see into her large blue eyes. Yes, she was terrified. He could see it, but there was more to it than that. She wasn't scared of him. No, she was scared of something else, something bigger than just him. He wasn't sure what he thought of that. People were terrified of him, why wasn't she?

"We'll be going now," he stated, taking a step back, pulling her with him. She didn't struggle as he moved with her. Instead, she seemed to stand closer to him. He could feel the heat of her body. Could feel the slight trembling of her body.

"That's far enough, Crouch," Moody yelled. The girl shook. Barty laughed. This snippet of a witch was scared of the lead Auror? She was more afraid of him than Barty. Well, that might have something to do with the fact that until nearly an hour ago, Barty had been pretending to be Moody. Could that be it? Was the girl confused about who the real villain was here? Or was she just scared that Moody would lose his mind and hex both of them in order to get him? That sounded more realistic. Moody would stop at nothing to get Barty kissed. The mere thought of those horrid creatures made him frown. Soon, though, they would all be on the same side. Him, his Lord, and those awful dark creatures. Yes, soon.

"We're leaving," he hissed at the girl. She merely nodded.

"Portkey?" she asked, her voice barely more than a whisper. Barty smiled. Wasn't this girl clever? He knew which student he was holding now. Luna Lovegood. He hadn't been able to see her face, the way he was holding her. But he'd recognize her voice anywhere. She'd always been bright in class, even when she wasn't talking about some creature that he was pretty sure didn't exist. He couldn't control the smile that spread across is face. He could listen to her voice, her angelic voice, forever. If he'd had to pick a hostage to spend time with, he couldn't have asked for a better one.

"Exactly, Miss Lovegood. Hold on tightly, I wouldn't want to drop you to your death," he muttered. He wouldn't do that anyway, at least not on purpose. She was so close to him now.

He didn't know what he was going to do with her once they got away. He'd have to leave her somewhere for them to find. Killing her would accomplish nothing. It wouldn't further the plans of him or his Lord. Not to mention, the girl was a pure-blood and his master wouldn't approve of wasting good stock, not when it could be corrupted and brought to their side. No, it would be better to leave the girl somewhere safe. Or, he could simply turn her over to his Lord? That idea had more merit. Maybe if he was to be rewarded for this, the girl could be part of said reward? He'd never asked for a reward for himself before. There was a first time for everything though. He was still smiling when they dropped from the portkey at Malfoy Manor. Barty rose, dusted himself off, and grabbed Luna's arm.

"You're still my hostage, Miss Lovegood."

"I know, sir," she whispered. Her voice didn't reveal any fear. Barty felt himself smile. A girl who wasn't afraid of him, a girl who wasn't instantly trying to kill him. This was going be interesting.

He walked her into the house.

"I'm here to see Lord Voldemort," he announced. He heard a scurry of feet. He waited, tapping his foot impatiently. Luna seemed to be studying the house. Barty figured she was looking for a way to escape, he doubted she'd find one.

"Ahh, my loyal servant! What have you brought me?"

"Miss Luna Lovegood, my Lord. She is a pure-blooded student. She was instrumental in my escape from Hogwarts."

"You may keep the girl, Crouch. Do with her as you will. I have other matters to attend to," Lord Voldemort stated, sweeping from the room.

Barty turned and looked at Luna. She wasn't trembling, not even after encountering the Dark Lord.

"You are a magnificent creature, Luna," Barty whispered, tracing a finger over Luna's chin. "And now, you are mine," he added.

"And what will you do to me?" Luna finally asked. Barty tilted his head.

"I hadn't thought that far, only that killing you would serve no purpose."

"Do you like creatures? I know a lot about them, sir. I could tell you some?" she suggested. He smiled.

"Yes, I would like that, come along, Luna. You will tell me all about every creature you know," he stated, leading her upstairs. The thought of her speaking, telling him of these creatures, brought him pleasure he didn't know he was capable of feeling.