November 1994
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Harry was lying comfortably on his bed with his eyes closed when his eyes snapped open. He felt the wards of Hogwarts stirring notifying him of the arrival of the 'Alastor Moody.'
Even so he did not immediately go to apprehend the imposter and took out the Marauders' map. His eyes moved towards the main Hogwarts' entrance. A man was shown walking inside the Hogwarts' corridor from the main gate and Harry's eyes widened in shock reading the name.
"Barty Crouch," muttered Harry. "The dead Barty Crouch."
Seeing this, Harry felt his anger rising. The only way Barty Crouch jr. could be walking inside Hogwarts, when everyone knew him to be dead was only possible if Barty Crouch sr. had devised the plans.
On one hand, the ex DMLE head threw Sirius into Azkaban into prison without any trial and on the other hand deceived the whole world into believing that his son was dead.
Harry calmed his mind and vanished from the spot.
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Barty Crouch, disguised as Alastor Moody had just returned to Hogwarts and was walking through the school corridor towards his office when he felt a presence in front of him.
"Who is it?" He questioned as he also took out the wand and pointed it forward.
Harry stepped forward from the turn with a smile on his face, "Professor."
Barty frowned, "Harry Potter?"
Harry nodded, "Yes professor."
"May I ask where were you when Hogwarts was being attacked?" Asked Harry.
Barty grunted in the usual Moody style, "Did not professor Flitwick told you?"
"I had some urgent work in the muggle world," he said in irritation.
"Oh!" Said Harry. "What work?"
Barty was irritated and was about to almost lash at Harry for being too intruding when Harry completed, "Barty Crouch."
It took a moment for him to understand its implication and out of instinct he raised his wand to fire a spell when another spell him before he could react. Darkness took over him and he fell with a thud.
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November 1994
Ministry of Magic
Meanwhile, some time back before Harry took down Barty Crouch, Dolores the toad had just told Amelia about the minister's order of her 'summon'.
Seeing the glee on Dolores' face and hearing the word 'order', Amelia's face hardened and her expression turned stiff.
"Dolres," said Amelia; her eyes icy. "Just because, I tolerate you as you are an undersecretary to the minister does not mean that I will take all your nonsense."
Amelia's voice cut across like a knife and Dolores gulped in fear.
"DMLE head or not, I am on a hierarchy that your life is nothing in front of me."
Hearing the same word, Dolores could not help but remember the moment when Andromeda had told Harry that he could kill her without any repercussion.
"Next time," continued Amelia. "If you cross your line, I will set out an example of you."
With this Amelia walked away leaving Dolores seething in rage.
Madam Bones had not walked more than few steps when her voiced echoed again, "And Dolores, if I were you, I would be thinking about the blood feud Lord Potter have declared on you."
"This time you are still alive because he saw you in the Wizengamot."
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November 1994
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
When Barty Crouch opened his eyes, he found himself in a dark place. The lights very dim and he could barely see, his own hands and legs.
He found himself sitting on a large stone chair. His hands and legs were magically strapped to the arm rest and legs of the chair respectively.
He looked around when a voice came, "Barty… you are awake."
Barty looked forward to find stepping out from the darkness. This dark place was none other than chamber of secrets. He had created this dark effect to simply create an illusion of intimidation.
"You…" gritted Barty Crouch.
Harry chuckled and ignored whatever the death eater wanted to say, "Although I know that you will not open your mouth but still torturing a death eater would be fun… before I use other methods."
Barty still not understanding the gravity scoffed at this.
Harry smile and pointed his index finger towards his leg and a red spell left his finger.
The 'bone breaking curse' struck Barty's legs and he let out a small yelp of pain.
Even so, he had his eyes widened in surprise, "You… wandless magic…"
As if thinking something, Harry muttered, "With how that filth of your dark lord… Voldemort…"
Barty let out a wild growl at Voldemort's insult and struggled hard to break free from the bindings.
Harry continued without a break, "This amount of pain is like candies for you all death eater."
"Let us test your limits of pain," grinned Harry evilly and Barty, for first time after being caught, felt a bad premonition in his heart.
Harry pointed his finger and black thread like structure emerged in front of his finger. It was something similar to Narcissa's tentacles but not the same thing.
The thread, under Harry's control closed the distance with Barty who looked at it with wide eyes. The thread did not stop and arrived near Barty's right hand.
Without any break, the thread pierced the palm of Barty's hand and he screamed in pain. It was not like a simple stab. He felt as if his muscles were being chewed wherever the thread touched. Even so there was no visible change in his muscles.
"Interesting," muttered Harry. "Not a very high pain tolerance."
He wriggled his finger and the thread slithered and moved inside Barty's palm travelling all the way to his wrist.
The pain Barty was feeling increased many folds and he screamed even louder.
"This is going to be fun," chuckled Harry.
Harry again his finger and the thread slithered more travelling all the way up to Barty's elbow.
"Afterall, I don't get an alive death eater daily," whispered Harry.
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