Yo! So sorry about the three year wait. One month after the previous chapter was posted, my older brother passed away. It was very sudden and very traumatic and writing in general became difficult for a few months. Once I did start writing again, comedy wasn't something I was very interested in, and once I got better on that front, I wanted to prioritize Boredom and Secrets which was only a few chapters away from completion.

That was done about a year ago, and while I meant to continue this, last year ended up being extremely bad for both my physical and mental health, so I barely got any writing done as it was. But after three whole years, I've finally managed to finish this chapter. Thank you to all readers so far!

Just as Harry had expected, his scores for the second task ended up being incredibly low. He had the lowest score overall, but that only made sense considering how poorly he'd done.

He still hadn't gotten any zeroes though, which he thought was quite interesting considering his poor performance. Dumbledore had even given him a seven both times, which was certainly much higher than he deserved, especially since he really should have been disqualified for failing to save Ron within the time limit during the second task.

Harry could think of no way to justify his scores. Was Dumbledore really that desperate for him to win? It was kind of hilarious, but it was weird too. Why was Dumbledore desperate? It wasn't like Harry was the only Hogwarts champion. Cedric was competing too, after all.

Others were wondering the same thing, the newspapers included, and most seemed to think it was because Harry was the Boy-Who-Lived. It wasn't a bad guess. It was the only thing Harry could think of too, even if it was a stupid reason to favour him, if that was what Dumbledore was after.

But Harry decided he didn't want to waste much time thinking about it. With two tasks done, he only had to get through one more before the tournament finally came to an end. One more task and the magically binding contract forcing him to compete would be fulfilled and he would no longer have to worry about losing his magic.

That third task was two months away though, and there were no clues for him to worry about this time around either, which meant he could actually spend some time focusing on his classes. And there was something else he had to think about too.

"...What?"

"I know this sounds strange," said Hermione, looking troubled, "but it must be true, although I can't say how it's possible."

Harry scratched his chin. He and Hermione were seated in an empty corner of the common room, being given a wide berth by everyone else because Hermione had been insistent about beginning to study for their exams. No one else wanted to think about those yet, with it not even being March yet, so they were left well alone.

But they weren't studying, though they had their textbooks and parchment and ink out to make it look as if they were. It made for a good cover. Harry's very obvious confusion helped too.

"So, you're telling me that the second Bartemius Crouch I've been seeing on the map isn't Mr Crouch at all, but his-his son?" said Harry incredulously. "A son who supposedly died in Azkaban? Except he isn't in Azkaban, and he isn't dead, and now he's here at Hogwarts and is impersonating Moody."

"Yes, Harry, that is exactly what I just said almost word for word," said Hermione. "Anyway, it's very strange and doesn't make much sense, but you said you've been told the Marauders' Map is never wrong. If that's true-"

"Moony's the one who said it, so it must be," said Harry.

"Well, you've already confirmed the second Bartemius Crouch is someone impersonating Professor Moody, and you also know, just by their voice that it isn't Mr Crouch either," said Hermione. "That makes his son, Bartemius Crouch Jr, the only other possibility unless there's a third person going around with the same name as them."

Slowly, Harry nodded. "I guess I can't say whether the map adds things like Junior or Senior. I've never noticed if it does, but I've also never bothered paying much attention to it either, so I can't say for sure."

"Can't you ask, erm, Moony and Padfoot?" asked Hermione, glancing over her shoulder quickly to ensure they were still alone. It was best to make sure they weren't overheard, just in case. It wasn't as if they were being very subtle, after all.

"I'd rather ask the twins first," Harry admitted. "I don't want to risk Padfoot getting caught. Besides, the twins had the map for a few years before they gave it to me, and they used it more than enough to have noticed that sort of thing. Probably."

"Well, they just came in, if you want to do it now," said Hermione, jerking her head towards the portrait hole.

Harry looked over and sure enough, the Weasley twins had just entered the common room, which was made extra obvious by the few students who scurried away from them. The twins had made a habit of testing their joke experiments on their fellow students, and while none of them were ever harmful, it was best not to risk it.

"Hey, Fred, George!" Harry called out.

The common room fell silent as soon as everyone heard Harry, all eyes turning to him In surprise at the lack of Parseltongue. Well that wouldn't do. Harry scowled.

"What're you all looking at?" he snapped, this time in Parseltongue, and everyone looked away quickly, except for the twins who approached the corner Harry and Hermione were in with identical grins.

As always, they greeted Harry with hisses, Fred saying nothing coherent and George somehow managing to say, "The cornflakes made my cat sad," which had Harry snickering under his breath until Hermione nudged him back to attention.

"What's up?" asked the twins in unison as they seated themselves ungracefully on the rug beside them.

Harry cleared his throat. "I had a question about the Marauders' Map," he said quietly. "Does it tell you if someone has Junior or Senior in their name? Like, if a son was named after his father, but had Junior at the end of his name, would the map show that?"

"I'm pretty sure it doesn't," said Fred with a frown. "Have you ever noticed, George?"

George shook his head. "There are a few Juniors in Slytherin and Ravenclaw-got two in our year, but I've never noticed it on the dots with their names."

"What about nicknames?" asked Hermione. "What if someone goes by a nickname instead of their real name?"

"It always shows real names," said Fred. "So, Ron's name, for example, always says 'Ronald' instead of 'Ron' on the map."

"That I've noticed," Harry agreed. "That's the only reason I know Ginny's name is Ginevra. I thought there was a whole other Weasley running around the castle the first time I saw the name."

Fred and George exchanged a glance. "We...may or may not have thought dad had an affair child for the same reason," they admitted.

Hermione choked on her saliva and broke into a coughing fit. "You didn't know her name!? She's your sister!"

"We'd literally never heard anyone call her Ginevra before!" said Fred defensively.

"Luckily, our Great Aunt Muriel came by and called her by her real name before we accused Dad of cheating on Mum, so it turned out fine in the end," George added with a laugh.

"I can't believe you two," said Hermione as Harry patted her on the back.

Fred and George just shrugged.

The four chatted for a few more minutes, and when the twins left a little while later, Harry and Hermione resumed their earlier discussion.

"Alright, so since Fred and George confirmed the lack of Juniors and Seniors on the map, it definitely does make sense for there to be two Bartemius Crouches visible on the map if one of them is his son," said Harry. "But you said he died in Azkaban, right?"

Hermione nodded and tucked her hair behind her ear. "After the war ended, the Ministry was trying to round up all of the Death Eaters," she explained, "and during his trial, Karkaroff named a few of his, er, co-workers. Barty Crouch Jr was one of them. He had the Dark Mark, so it was confirmed, and he was quickly tossed into Azkaban."

"But the Daily Prophet said he died for sure, yeah?"

Again, Hermione nodded. "After a few years, yes, though I don't recall seeing a cause of death listed. I have no clue how he could've escaped. It was reported Sirius was the first person to have ever managed it. Barty Crouch must have escaped before Sirius rather than after, since they made a big deal about increasing security after Sirius managed to get out."

"Which just means he escaped without anyone ever noticing," said Harry. "How's that possible?" But he ended up answering his own question. "He must've had outside help. Sirius escaping on his own is probably what made it more noticeable. I bet it'd be much easier to escape quietly if you have help, especially if the person helping you has a wand."

"Meaning it can't have been a fellow prisoner," said Hermione, understanding what he was getting at.

"Right." Harry hesitated, then said, "I think I'm going to write to Padfoot. I want to ask him about this."

"Didn't you say you don't want to risk him being caught?"

"Yes, but...well, I can't think of anyone else who'd know what happened in Azkaban other than him. They might have even been in cells close to each other since they were both supposedly Death Eaters."

"That's true," Hermione agreed somewhat reluctantly, "but do you really think writing to him is a good idea?"

"It isn't," said Harry with a wry smile, "but when's that ever stopped me?"

Hermione threw her quill at him.

That's it for now. Again, sorry about the long wait. I hope the next chapter will be out sooner, but it depends on my health, so we'll have to see. Looking forward to reviews! Laterz!