Chapter 8: The Plot Thickens
Percy Weasley had felt a jolt inside him at about Midnight. He sat striaght up in bed, pushed off the covers, and slipped on his night shoes in a trance-like mannor. He had been feeling reckless, and rash all day long.
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Earlier That Day
"Weasley, grab me a cup of joe." Barked Barty Crouch.
"Yes sir, I'll have that in just a moment." And he rushed to go get some coffee for his idoled boss.
Just as soon as he had reached Crouch, he felt his soul stirring. He felt empty, lost, confused. He had never felt anything of this magnitude before. It was as if someone had grabbed his stomach, and twisted it around, bending, shaping it to a piece of useless rubber. His brain felt fried and tired all of a sudden, his knees started to buckle, and his brain was screaming, " burn, burn, burn, melt, melt, melt, shape, shape, shape." His insides were screaming, it was as if the Crutacius Curse was being proformed on him, the only difference was he felt not as much pain, but enough to cause him to fall to the floor, spilling the boiling hot coffee in Barty Crouches lap.
" You idiot boy!" He practically screetched, " You stupid ignorant arse, your fired get out, get out of my bloody sight, you and your bloody stupid talks of stupid couldrens, GET OUT!"
Percy looking slightly hurt at this sudden assumption. Fired? He was fired? This was. perposterous, this was impossible, he was Bartimus Crouch's favorite worker. He was Crouch's hardest worker, Percy Weasley did not get fired.
"Sir, are you okay?" Percy almost studdered.
" OKAY? Am I OKAY? I have just gotten boiling hot coffee all over my brand new pants, and you want to know if I am OKAY? You're a ignorant fool, and you've always gotten on my nerves. Always hounding me on your stupid cauldron talk. Just get out of this office, and if you say another word I will see to it that you will not work anywhere in this side of the Diagon Alley.Get out of my sight." He spat at Percy.
Percy, his ego, and pride hurt, turned on his heel, and exited the office, without a backward glance. " I'm ruined, im utterly crushed and ruined. I wanted to be the Minister of Magic someday and that's all gone, all because of a stupid cup of coffee." He thought, a sad disstressed look on his face.
Thinking about this made him wonder how this had all happened in the first place. He was thinking about all the feelings he had been feeling lately, about that queer, eerie, someone-is-watching-you-feeling that he got everytime he was around Crouch.
" Why is Crouch having this effect on me, it hasn't happened before a couple weeks ago. This is all so, sudden. Speaking of sudden, I need a place to live, a place to stay, I can't go home-ive disowned my parents, I couldn't face them again. I have no choice but Dumbledore, I can only hope that he will let me stay in the castle in a spare room."
As this mental battle was going on in Percy's head Barty Crouch was sitting his his office, whispering into a small, black box on his desk.
" Lucius, Weasley is gone, now that he is out of the way, he has no choice but to go to Dumbledore. It's a good thing I told him to disown his parents last year, and I know that with his big head ive allowed to grow with all my sniveling compliments, he will go straight to the castle, hence, giving you the ample amount of time and place to talk to dear old Draco, and get this "plan" of sorts started." He said in a most pleasurable voice, as if Christmas had come early.
" Ah, yes is * was * a brilliant plan, wasn't it? Just as I wanted it to go, and if Weasley keeps this up everything will be done by the school year is over next spring." Lucius laughed in a mannor that could make Voldemort cringe. " I just can't imagine what state the school, and the Weasley family will be in once this process is complete." He almost giggled with joy.
There was a pause of silence, to let the words seep in and take their place in each of their minds, about the "good comings" of sorts, for the dark side anyhow. The silence was broken by Barty's somewhat saddened voice.
" Lucius, as giving as the Dark Lord is, he has limits, but im sure you do not need reminding of that, your time and energy is short in supply and until you have an adequate "living habitat" that we discussed, we do not need you losing energy, I will speak more with you tomarrow, my friend.
" Yes, Barty, a good evening to you. Until tomarrow."
Crouch closed the small, black box and put it inside his filing cabnet, lebeled "Malfoy Files", which would look like any other file, for the diseased. That was where Lucius Malfoy rested, lived, thrived, in a mannor of speaking.
Crouch closed the cabnet, locked it, and sat back down at his office chair, ready to start the day as Bartimus Crouch, just another worker at the Ministry of Magic.
Disclaimer~Your can't sue me for all you know I own the world.
A/n REVIEW please lemme know if I should keep going--- I luhh you all, a lot, lol please be nice and if u choose to flame sign your effing name!~ oh yeah!~ and uhh-I know that this chapter is confusing but you will soon find out the plans and why percy is acting weird around crouch. or is it lucius ;) stay tuned
Percy Weasley had felt a jolt inside him at about Midnight. He sat striaght up in bed, pushed off the covers, and slipped on his night shoes in a trance-like mannor. He had been feeling reckless, and rash all day long.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Earlier That Day
"Weasley, grab me a cup of joe." Barked Barty Crouch.
"Yes sir, I'll have that in just a moment." And he rushed to go get some coffee for his idoled boss.
Just as soon as he had reached Crouch, he felt his soul stirring. He felt empty, lost, confused. He had never felt anything of this magnitude before. It was as if someone had grabbed his stomach, and twisted it around, bending, shaping it to a piece of useless rubber. His brain felt fried and tired all of a sudden, his knees started to buckle, and his brain was screaming, " burn, burn, burn, melt, melt, melt, shape, shape, shape." His insides were screaming, it was as if the Crutacius Curse was being proformed on him, the only difference was he felt not as much pain, but enough to cause him to fall to the floor, spilling the boiling hot coffee in Barty Crouches lap.
" You idiot boy!" He practically screetched, " You stupid ignorant arse, your fired get out, get out of my bloody sight, you and your bloody stupid talks of stupid couldrens, GET OUT!"
Percy looking slightly hurt at this sudden assumption. Fired? He was fired? This was. perposterous, this was impossible, he was Bartimus Crouch's favorite worker. He was Crouch's hardest worker, Percy Weasley did not get fired.
"Sir, are you okay?" Percy almost studdered.
" OKAY? Am I OKAY? I have just gotten boiling hot coffee all over my brand new pants, and you want to know if I am OKAY? You're a ignorant fool, and you've always gotten on my nerves. Always hounding me on your stupid cauldron talk. Just get out of this office, and if you say another word I will see to it that you will not work anywhere in this side of the Diagon Alley.Get out of my sight." He spat at Percy.
Percy, his ego, and pride hurt, turned on his heel, and exited the office, without a backward glance. " I'm ruined, im utterly crushed and ruined. I wanted to be the Minister of Magic someday and that's all gone, all because of a stupid cup of coffee." He thought, a sad disstressed look on his face.
Thinking about this made him wonder how this had all happened in the first place. He was thinking about all the feelings he had been feeling lately, about that queer, eerie, someone-is-watching-you-feeling that he got everytime he was around Crouch.
" Why is Crouch having this effect on me, it hasn't happened before a couple weeks ago. This is all so, sudden. Speaking of sudden, I need a place to live, a place to stay, I can't go home-ive disowned my parents, I couldn't face them again. I have no choice but Dumbledore, I can only hope that he will let me stay in the castle in a spare room."
As this mental battle was going on in Percy's head Barty Crouch was sitting his his office, whispering into a small, black box on his desk.
" Lucius, Weasley is gone, now that he is out of the way, he has no choice but to go to Dumbledore. It's a good thing I told him to disown his parents last year, and I know that with his big head ive allowed to grow with all my sniveling compliments, he will go straight to the castle, hence, giving you the ample amount of time and place to talk to dear old Draco, and get this "plan" of sorts started." He said in a most pleasurable voice, as if Christmas had come early.
" Ah, yes is * was * a brilliant plan, wasn't it? Just as I wanted it to go, and if Weasley keeps this up everything will be done by the school year is over next spring." Lucius laughed in a mannor that could make Voldemort cringe. " I just can't imagine what state the school, and the Weasley family will be in once this process is complete." He almost giggled with joy.
There was a pause of silence, to let the words seep in and take their place in each of their minds, about the "good comings" of sorts, for the dark side anyhow. The silence was broken by Barty's somewhat saddened voice.
" Lucius, as giving as the Dark Lord is, he has limits, but im sure you do not need reminding of that, your time and energy is short in supply and until you have an adequate "living habitat" that we discussed, we do not need you losing energy, I will speak more with you tomarrow, my friend.
" Yes, Barty, a good evening to you. Until tomarrow."
Crouch closed the small, black box and put it inside his filing cabnet, lebeled "Malfoy Files", which would look like any other file, for the diseased. That was where Lucius Malfoy rested, lived, thrived, in a mannor of speaking.
Crouch closed the cabnet, locked it, and sat back down at his office chair, ready to start the day as Bartimus Crouch, just another worker at the Ministry of Magic.
Disclaimer~Your can't sue me for all you know I own the world.
A/n REVIEW please lemme know if I should keep going--- I luhh you all, a lot, lol please be nice and if u choose to flame sign your effing name!~ oh yeah!~ and uhh-I know that this chapter is confusing but you will soon find out the plans and why percy is acting weird around crouch. or is it lucius ;) stay tuned
