"YOU! What do you want? After everything that you have caused, can't you just leave me alone so that I can die in peace?!" Harry screamed at his unexpected visitor.
"Harry calm down okay your stitches are just now starting to close and we don't want them to reopen okay just lay back down so I can try and explain alright." Barty said every word calmly and slowly, as if he was trying to talk to a scared animal. He then took out his wand and set it behind him on another bed as a peace offering.
"How could you ever explain what you have done to me? And, for the record, I don't care whether my stitches split, as long as you are far away from me!" Harry was getting more and more hysterical by the second.
Barty grabbed his wand, aiming it at Harry and yelling, "Torustitum!"
A red light shot from Barty's wand and engulfed Harry.
"What did you do to me, you bastard?!" Harry screamed as he tried desperately to move anything below his neck. "Take it off! TAKE IT OFF!"
"You are going to sit there and listen to me, Harry, and when I am DONE, then I will lift the curse and you can scream and cuss at me all you want, but Dumbledore thinks that it's about time you were told the truth about my past and I agree with him, you should know. Now, will you please let me talk?"
"It's not like I have a choice, is it?" Harry huffed, glaring at Barty. Instead of being threatening it was actually quite an entertaining thing to have directed at oneself.
Barty shook his head, chuckling, "Severus was right, you are a lot like your-"
"I know. I am 'a lot like my father who is also a worthless, idiotic Gryffindor that thinks he can get away with anything'." Harry seethed. Of course Snape would be communicating with Crouch, they were both vile people who had a love of the Dark Arts.
"Actually, I was going to say that you're a lot like your mother: stubborn, easily angered, and surprisingly intelligent. As for your father," He broke off at this, bringing his hand to his chin and thinking about it for a moment, "You have both his strong chin structure and his dark, unruly hair. Also, you have his powerful wit and strength. This strength, of course, is not just physical, but mental as well. It is for this reason that you were right to tell the Sorting Hat that Slytherin was not the right place for you here in Hogwarts, after all, you were born a Gryffindor for a reason."
How dare this Death Eater think that he knew his parents! He was part of the reason that they were dead, for Merlin's sake. Not to mention he had manipulated Harry into trusting him and then he had to watch Cedric die right in front of his eyes. As if that wasn't enough, now he had the audacity to try and tell Harry that he was like his parents. No. Harry would not stand for this, it was absolutely unacceptable.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Harry spat, "What makes you think that I am more Gryffindor than I am Slytherin? How would you know that I am more suited towards the 'brave' than the 'sly'?"
"I might have been a Slytherin, but I was friends with Gryffindors, four of them to be exact. You remind me of three out of four of them, you know. You are one of the bravest people I have ever met, Harry. Everyone says that committing suicide is the easiest way out, but I don't believe it is. I think that it is the hardest. You see, I have been there before, in your shoes. I was so far gone that I even had the knife ready in my hand, pressing against the skin, just enough to make it bleed a little. That decision wasn't easy though, it was horrible and I had been thinking about it for months. For a minute it seemed like the perfect idea. However, then I started thinking. Thinking about every single detail, every person that I would leave behind. It was the hardest thing that I have ever done. So, honestly Harry, I don't think that what you did was weak. I think it was brave, because I don't think that I will ever be brave enough to go through with it." Barty pulled up his sleeves as he spoke, revealing the multitude of scars that crisscrossed over the two limbs. The only place that was devoid of the self-made marks was the most damning one of them all: the Dark Mark.
Harry was honestly stunned. How was he supposed to react to that new revelation? Harry opened and closed his mouth for a few seconds, floundering like a fish for the appropriate words to say, before he finally gathered his wits and was able to form a coherent sentence.
"But...Why are you telling me this?" He finally managed to get out.
Barty sighed before looking Harry in the eyes, "I told you before that I thought it was time for you to know the truth about me and my past. That is why I'm telling you this because you have to understand Harry, I'm not the person that you have grown to know me as. Harry, I know so much about Gryffindors because I knew four of them quite well. Today they are better known as the Marauders. However, here is the part that few know: there were five of them and I am the last Marauder."
Harry was stunned once again, he was sure that he could probably be permanently described as a floundering fish by now.