Hello Everyone,

A new story! Yay! This idea popped into my head from the song 'Can You handle my love'.

I hope that you enjoy,

Toshka

I woke up back in my cell shivering and confused. Who am I? I don't really know anymore. What happened to me? I have no clue. I was startled to see someone in the doorway.

"Get up you! Food!" he growled shoving a plate towards me.

It contained a piece of stale bread. Groaning I tried to get up I really did but could not move for my body would not work like I wanted it to.

"Do I have to force feed you!"

I growled at the noise and the pain in my hair as I was roughly haled upward.

"Open your mouth scum!" the man ordered still holding me.

When I looked directly into his eyes and maintained eye contact with him he stiffened.

"L-let g-go," I croaked out my voice ragged.

"WHAT IN MERLIN!" the man yelled letting me go and running out of my cell slamming the door behind him. The man did not return but a woman.

"I know he is dangerous Proudfoot! I am fully able to take care of myself! It is my job to check on the mental capability of Kissed inmates! I am a healer for Merlin's sake!" she yelled before opening the door.

I was stunned when she kneeled down next to me. "Mr. Crouch?" she asked me her voice soft.

I growled at the offensive name glaring at her.

"You are back. Do you remember me?"

"Know-it-all," I rasped slowly.

"Yes that's right Malfoy called me that a lot in your class. You remember that?"

"Granger?" I asked my head hurting from trying to remember who she was.

"Good job Mr. Crouch. I am here to check up on you. Do you know who you are?"

I shook my head slowly indicating to her that I did not.

"Oh. Well you don't like Mr. Crouch do you?" I gave her another growl which turned into a snarl.

"Here why don't you eat something. Don't worry it is chocolate. Do you remember chocolate?"

"No."

"Here eat."

"No."

"Please eat it. It will make you feel better."

"No."

"I don't want to make you eat it but I will." she tried for a stern face.

I burst out laughing at her causing her to flinch. "hahahahahahahahah..."

"What is so funny?"

"ha...ha...ha" I rasped still shaking from the sudden outburst.

"Well?"

"M-Mcgonagall. 'We never uses transfiguration as a punishment'. HAHAHAHAH." I continued until the laughs turned into a fit of coughing.

"I triggered a memory of that? Do you remember why she was angry with you?"

"Malfoy? Ferret?"

"Yes. Yes that is exactly it. Now back to the chocolate. Can you get up?"

"Nugh!" I huffed trying to do as she asked. There was something about her that I could not shake. I had never felt this way before towards another human except ... can't remember again. 'Stupid brain. Stupid body.' I thought to myself.

"Here let me help you Barty. Can I touch you?" she asked reaching out one of her hands.

I was suddenly thrown back into my past. I was back in my cell and saw Father approaching leading my mother to me. He nodded to mother and she entered the cell caressing my cheek before tugging on my hair pulling a few out. "Go now my child. I love you Barty. Remember that," she whispered to me. As I looked at her, my eyes filled with love and regret. "I am sorry mother leave me here. I have to pay for what I did to you. Only you." She shook her head before grabbing a vile that Father gave to her. Drinking the content she shifted into me. I suddenly understood what this meant as father grabbed me before I could protest.

As father dragged me down the hall, I screamed,"N-no I don't want this! Please! Not mother! Not Mother!"

"Barty! Mr. Barty! Calm down your fine!" reassured a soothing voice.

I was once again thrown back into reality and saw that it was Granger's hand touching me and not mothers.

"Are you all right?"

"M-Mother? W-what happened to her?"

"I don't know Barty. What I do know is that I may be able to take you to St. Mungo's hospital. How does that sound?"

"W-Winky?" I asked her as a kind memory of the house elf popped into my head. I longed to see her but did not know why.

"Winky? Who is that?"

"House elf?" I struggled against Granger trying to get up again. Growling, I managed to push myself off the filthy, cold ground and on to my feet. Swaying I grabbed onto the wall calling on my anger to give me strength but could not find any so I had to use the wall for support.