Longbottom

Barty poited his wand straight in the Dark Lords face, who looked mildly amused at
Crouch's actions. Barty felt sweat run down his face, his hand was trembling slightly. This was the most stupidist thing that he has ever done, going up against the most darkest wizard of all time.

Neville looked on with Fear and amazement at Barty's action. Fear gripped him, he did not want his lover to be killed. Like Hermione, who's lifeless body was a few feet away from them. Neville felt sad, not at hermione's death but for the baby's.

The baby did not deserve to die, just beacuse its mother was an evil bitch. Neville looked at the Dark Lord who had an amused expression. What was it that the Dark Lord found so amusing?.

Voldemort looked on amused at Crouch's action, the man actually thought he could take on me. Voldemort almost laughed, but he knew that Crouch was in love. Love made a person do stupid stuff. Love could also destroy a person in a heart beat, he looked briefly over at Hermione's lifeless body.

Seeing her lifeless form, just proved Voldemort's theory. Hermione love for Longbottom made her weak. it also clouded her judgement, otherwise she would have not gone against his wishes about Crouch.

Crouch loyalty towards him was rarely found these day. He was also like among his fellow Deaht Eaters. He also was very powerful wizard in own right, Voldemort would have to be stupid to kill him, like the mudblood wanted. Voldemort wasn't stupid a stupid man, he had let the mudblood play with Crouch for a bit testing her loyalty to him.

She had failed miserably, for someone so smart, she was awfully dumb. Instead she became power happy, ordering his servant s to do her bidding, like she was queen or something. Voldemort snorted, like he would choose a mudblood for a queen and a woman at that. Voldemort's taste in partners often in his own gender, as the image of a certain green eyed boy floated before him.


Barty looked confused, the wizard in front of him seemd lost in thought. Barty swore he had even heard him snort. Barty looked back at Neville, who looked at him pleadingly. Barty knew that Neville wanted him not to confront Voldemort like this. But Barty knew that he sooner die, then let anyone kill Neville or the baby.

He looked at Neville waist, and felt a rush of love run through him. He would do whatever it takes to protect his family.

"Congragulations Crouch, on becoming a father," The Dark Lord said suddenly. Barty eyes widen glaring at the man in front of him. Barty why are you pointing that thing at your master?."

"Your not my master, you gave that up when you tried to kill me," Barty snapped still holding the wand.

"I think your confused Barty, the mudblood was trying to kill you not me," Voldemort said stepping closer to Barty, who stepped back looking confused and angry.

Neville was completely baffled by the whole situation, Voldemort was talking to Barty as if Barty wasn't holding a wan to his face.

Neville felt fear run throug him. It wasn't afraid that Barty would get killed but a fear that Barty would rejoin Voldemort. Neville knew without a doubt, that if Barty remained loyal to Voldemort. Neville would have nothing to do with him.

"You didn't do anything to stop her," Barty pointed out angrily. Infact you let her put me in a cell, and also you let her cast an unforgivable on me. What am I suppose to think."

Barty said angrily, his eyes flashing. His blood pumping, he couldn't believe that Voldemort was letting him speak so rude to him. Lesser men then him would be dead by know.

"I was testing her Barty, and as you can see she failed," Voldemort said looking at the corpse in front of him. Barty eyes widen in realization, his Lord had not betrayed him. He had only been testing the mudblood, seeing if she was loyal to him.

He immediately dropped his wand, he did not see the single tear that ran down Neville's face watching the scene play out before him.

"Master, I...I..sorry, please forgive me," Barty pleaded kissing at Voldemorts robe. I did not know of your plan, I should have trusted you my Lord.

Neither Voldemort or Barty notice Neville slip out of the throne room. Neville looked back at his love one last time, whispering a silent goodbye.