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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.

Barty Crouch Jr., supposedly one of the most deadly Death Eaters, was one of the Marauders. All that Harry had ever known about the older man was a lie. He wasn't sure how to react to this latest revelation. Should he be angry? For so long he had hated this man sitting before him, when in reality he had grown up with Harry's father, was friends with him. Barty and Remus had been friends. Harry's wrists pounded at the thought of the werewolf. He hadn't thought of him since he had woken up. No, he thought to himself, don't think about him! Do not go there! However, deep down, there was a voice and he couldn't help but wonder how the werewolf was doing. Damn it Potter!

Flashback

"What...that's..that's amazing Sirius." Remus said returning the hug before moving to pull away, but just as he did Sirius moved in and kissed him. And Remus made the biggest mistake of his life: he kissed him back.

"Hey Rem, sorry I'm late, I decided to practice for while with Ro-. What the fuck?!" Harry yelled when he looked up from the door.

Remus pulled back from Sirius' embrace at the sound of Harry yelling.

"Harry, wait a second, it's not what you think." He said just in time to watch Harry run out of the door and probably right out of his life.

End Flashback

"-ry! Harry!"

Confused, Harry looked around as much as he could whilst still under the influence of the spell. As his eyes landed on Barty sitting in front of him, he realised that he had just had a flashback to possibly the worst moment in his life (after the one in which his parents were murdered, of course). Why did the memory haunt him so?

"Hey, Harry?" Harry started, having began to drift back into his thoughts again, "Are you okay?" Barty questioned, concern written all over his face.

Barty knew exactly what was on the boy's mind: he was flashing back to the moment when Remus betrayed him. The older man knew all too well how that felt. He would never forget when his very own father had believed that he was in fact a Death Eater.

Flashback

Barty sat in a chair under the Torustitum curse. He had been sitting in the chair, unable to move anything but his head, for far too long. He couldn't remember how long it had been since he had been put there. He had lost count what felt like years ago.

His head shot up as the door opened to reveal his father entering the room with his meal, if you could even call it that. His 'meal' consisted of some sort of disgusting potion. It was in the same blue bottle and had the same foul taste as rotten meat and dark magic whilst smelling slightly of rotten eggs. Suddenly, his father smashed the vial against the ground yelling.

"Just tell me the truth damn it!"

"I don't know what you mean." Barty said, his voice laced with poison.

"You know exactly what I mean. Just tell me what Voldemort did to turn you away from the ones who put a roof over your head, who raised you, who car-"

"Don't you dare say that you cared about me. You were too focused on making your way up the Ministry chain to ever give a shit about me. The only time you ever even showed a positive emotion towards me was when I received my Hogwarts letter. You and Mum were so proud, a you could finally mould me into your perfect little wizard. 'Who knows maybe one day you'll be a part of the Ministry too, Barty.' My father, the Minister of Magic and great, now he could have his son be his successor! All I ever wanted to do was make you proud, but I've learned that you will never be proud of me! Never! Not even when I started spying for the Light! You are the reason Mum was sent to Azkaban!"

"Your mother volunteered!" Crouch Sr. yelled back.

"That is bullshit and we both know it!" If Barty could move, his father would most definitely be dead by now.

End flashback

Barty shook his head at the memory, he had hid those memories away in the back of his mind for so long and he wasn't sure why he was thinking about all of this now. That's a lie. Barty frowned, trying to block the memory away once again.

"Are you alright Barty?" Harry questioned.

"Yes, I'm fine." Barty paused, pulling out his wand. "Finete Incantatem." A blue jet of light shot out of the end of his wand and surrounded Harry, he could suddenly move his arms and legs again so he stretched a bit, wincing as the blood flowed back into the stiff limbs. "You can leave now if you want."

Harry sat for a moment, debating whether he should do just that, but then he shook his head.

"No, I want to know the full story."

Barty nodded, sighing. "I guess the best place to start is the beginning. When I came to Hogwarts your Father and I actually didn't get along very well at all. You see, Gryffindors and Slytherins, well they don't get on all too well for obvious reasons."

Harry chuckled at that, nodding with a faint smile of remembrance. That smile made Barty feel just a bit better.

"Also," Barty carried on, "Your Father was quite...well, ignorant to other people's actual personality as opposed to the mask that they put on. Being in Slytherin was not an easy thing, you know. There were Death Eaters literally surrounding you at every moment of the day and if you did not act how they thought you should, it would not end well for you." Barty said, getting lost in the memories of the days when he had to keep every emotion in check to make sure that he did not have to answer to the wrath of the Slytherin Death Eaters.

"Anyway," Barty shook his head, clearing it of the memories from long ago, "Even though your Father seemed to have it out for every Slytherin that he came across, I managed to change that view, though it was not an easy feat. It was the middle of a major blizzard, we had been stuck inside of the castle for days on end, not being able to venture outside as the winds were far too vicious and the snow was piled too high. As a result, we were all a bit restless. Your Father tried to convince Remus and Sirius to venture outside with him so that they could go flying. However, they refused and, being the hothead that he was he stormed off and went flying by himself. From the classroom that I was hiding in, I could see the Quidditch pitch and, therefore, your Father's reckless actions. Whilst he was flying he went too close to the stands, the snow slid off of them and landed straight on him, burying him under it. Knowing that nobody else would go looking for him, I ran outside and rescued him." Barty smiled at Harry's shocked expression. "I would give you more details, but I am afraid that it is a little bit blurry in my mind still. However, it all resulted in your Father trusting a Slytherin and we began to get closer until all four of them trusted me enough to make me a part of the Marauders when we were in our third year." Barty ended.

"Wait. What year were you in when you rescued my Dad?"

"It was in our second year, so I can safely say that they took long enough to trust me with their secrets." Barty smiled. "And some interesting secrets they were."

"How am I supposed to trust you on all of this, Barty? You are part of the reason that Voldemort was resurrected. I trusted you once before and you led me into that graveyard and got Cedric killed." Harry was trying to stay calm, but it was extremely hard to do.

"I never meant for the Diggory boy to get killed. After all, I hadn't expected both of you to grab the cup together. I would give anything to bring Amos' son back, but I can't." Barty paused for a moment, debating how he would answer Harry's first question. "I'm not asking you to trust me Harry, I am asking you to trust Dumbledore."

Flashback

Harry was sitting in the Burrow, in the living room to be exact. Remus, Arthur and Tonks occupied the chairs around him.

"Draco's plotting something, I know it, something to do with Voldemort. He's been given a task or a mission — and Snape was offering to help." Harry said as he finished relaying his story.

"Voldemort has chosen Draco Malfoy for a mission?" Remus questioned. Harry could just barely see that he was raising his eyebrows in the fire's light.

"I know it sounds mad-" Harry started to say, but didn't manage to finish his sentence before Remus cut him off.

"Has it occurred to you, Harry, that Snape was simply pretending to offer Draco help so that he could find out what he's up to?" Remus interrupted.

"That's not what it sounded like." Harry huffed, annoyed that Remus had doubted him.

"Perhaps Harry's right, Remus. To make an Unbreakable Vow, after all –" Tonks started to say, but she too was cut off.

"It comes down to whether or not you trust Dumbledore's judgement. He trusts Snape. Therefore, I do." Remus stated.

"But Dumbledore can make mistakes. He's said it himself –" Harry could hear the anger in his own voice.

"You're blinded by hatred." Remus almost snarled, getting tired of Harry's arguing.

"I'm not –" Harry quickly replied.

"You are! People are disappearing, Harry. Daily. We can only put our trust in a handful of people. If we start fighting amongst ourselves, we're doomed."

End of flashback

"Okay, I do trust Dumbledore, but part of me still doesn't believe all of this." Harry said skeptically. "You would think that someone would have told me all of this sometime in the past six years."

"Fine then. How about I show you?" Barty said, his left eyebrow rising in challenge.

"What do you mean?" Harry was almost scared when he said that.

"If you don't believe me then perhaps you will believe my memories."