So everything belongs to Jk Rowling. Anyone got any suggestions for other characters to do? Please review. This one's about Barty Crouch Jr.

I'm Barty. Bartemius Crouch Jr. Prisoner number 230985. I never got a chance to live in the light. Never got a chance to be happy. Happy endings don't exist. Endings do.

I was born in 1962. Growing up, I went to a muggle primary school, where I was bullied continually for being different. I never met a muggle who treated me well.

I went to Hogwarts and was sorted into Slytherin.u father was unhappy. He thought I would be a ravenclaw, like he was. I always wanted my father's approval. And I never received it. His job was always more important than me.

I was lonely at school, a lot of older slytherins resented my father for imprisoning people they knew, so I was avoided. Although Regulas became my friend. I realized that I was gay, and we began dating.

My father was very unhappy. He called me a freak. Said I wasn't worth wasting his time on. I loved Regulas, and he was the first person to love me. Well no. My mother loved me. My mother was kind and nice. And didn't care that I was gay.

I realized that the death eaters were right when I was at home, in my 5th year summer holidays. Some aurors came to our door. They had with them a death eater, and a dead death eater.

My father asked them what happened, and they said they got carried away. My father let them in the house. In the living room, they tied the living death eater up, and tortured him "for information" the death eater, he was a boy only a few years older than I was. He kept saying that he was forced into joining.

He begged them to stop torturing him. And my father laughed. Said he deserved it. Later that evenin, my father said he was tired, and they'd kill him in the morning. They left the room. They had no idea I had known what was going on.

I couldn't let them torture and kill someone barely older than a child, so under the cover of darkness, I released the death eater. He said his name was Peter. Peter Pettigrew.

I joined the death Eaters after that. I wouldn't support a team that tortured and murdered people like Peter. I convinced Regulas to join. When I was 18, Regulas disappeared. The rumors where the dark lord killed him, but that can't have been true. The dark lord wouldn't hurt one of his own.

I was gutted. I was devastated. My boyfriend was dead. Or missing. But I knew that someone like my father, some hero ridding the world of filth, had murdered him.

The dark lord disappeared. Bellatrix was so upset. I understood her grief, it was the same as mine. And she was Regulas's cousin. I said I'd help her bring h back. Apparently, the longbottoms knew where he was.

Bellatrix and Rudolfus tortured them, while Rabastan and I watched, and kept guard. Then the Aurors came. Led by Alastor Moody. They caught us. We put up a fight, but to no avail.

We were dragged before court. My father was the judge. Which wasn't fair. He probably paid half the jury as well. But no fair court should have ones father as a judge. The only father with the right to judge is God. My mortal father was biased against me. It was not a fair trial.

Some people don't even get trials. Ours was an excuse for my father to show the world that he hated death eaters so much he would send his own son to the dementors. The trials in 5he Wizarding world have never been fair. They rely fully on who you are.

A werewolf whore who lived in knockturn alley and stole a sickle to feed her baby might be sentenced to life, while a pureblood who has a fortune could claim the imperious curse and be released.

In a Wizarding trial, actual guilt, and moral reasons for why you committed the crime do t count. You could have 99 reasons why, 99 alibis, 99 people relying on you for food, and if you where the wrong person, you would get Azkaban.

A year into my imprisonment, my mother grew sick. She was dying, and she knew it. She came into Azkaban with my father and er swapped places. By then I was sick and dying too.

Outside of azkaban I grew stronger. But my father kept me under the imperius curse. Hidden safely away. One day, I managed to steal a wand. Murmuring a simple morsmorde I fired a dark mark into the sky.

Then I pretended to be alastor moody. Put Harry's name into the cup. Killed my father. A father who treated me like a monster deserved death. I just had to kill him. So I did.

I made sure Harry won the tournament. I made sure the dark lord was returned. Bit now, I am captured. The dark lord has returned. But I tried to kill Harry and I got caught. Then Dumbledore have me veritaserum. In truth, it made me look guiltier than I was.

Reasons why are always important.

Now I'm sat here. I'm going to die. They'll take me back to Azkaban, and I can't survive that anymore. Unless I can time travel, fly away in a telephone box, like how you get into the ministry, I'm dead.

I wish I had a knife. A quick death would be preferable than illness caused by dementors. But at least I succeeded. Maybe Bellatrix will get the happy ever after that I didn't.