The Lady

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Chapter Five: Hell Spells and Wedding Bells Werewolf Wails


Ministry of Magic
Department of Marriage and Death Registry

Dear Mr. and Mrs. Crouch

We look for to your up coming wedding and hope to have completed your registration by the end of the month.

Sincerely
Aluna Malprecee

She looked at the letter pinned one on the many bulletin boards she had in her lab.

“Plan a wedding in two weeks! Great! Just great! Time to call Molly and Ginny!”

“I’ve been working on a locating spell for locating DeathEaters.”
“And?”
“So far I’ve only managed to draw a former Death Eater and a party trying to kill him to my home.”
“Okay! I sensed this strong magic pulling me here and I didn’t know where I was going but I just had to come here. So what does said spell involve?”

“A potion at a gel like consistency needs to be placed in a circle of protection in the shape of a directional arrow and then the incantation along with proper wand movements need to be said.”

“That’s it?”

“Yes that’s it. Once perfected for singular usage the spell can then be applied to multiple usages.”

“Well let’s get to it then. What color will you wear?” he said already drawing the circle of protection around them.

“Hang on! Lets get to what the spell or the wedding?”

“Both actually! You do plan on calling Molly Weasley and making the directional arrow in the circle don’t you.”
“Yes…she began drawing the arrow….Yes I do! Black by the way.”
“Why black? Incantation and wand movements dear!”

The wind around them began to ripple and whirl about with energy the room began to glow. Magic hummed about in the air like a song. Then nothing. Just a terrible cold silence.

“Not right!” she said scrunching up her face in disappointment.

“What’s not right?”
“It was different last time.”
“What did you do differently?”
“Nothing I was cutting the Paris quadrifolia lengthwise and I thought about something mum said this mornin’ bout’ me being moody while I was working and I thought about him and well fourth year and you and…..”
“And what…?”
“I cut my finger! Putting the Paris quadrifolia in any because they’re not as powerful if you wet them with tap water.”
“So repeat except this time concentrate on any DeathEaters.”

He traced over the arrow with a vial of her blood as she watched him in a wow factor fascination. He really was the man of her dreams quite literally in the flesh. Though she had pictured Remus Lupin’s face and fine physique. Barty’s fine slender frame seemed to be what she needed, like her body knew him before it ever really got “acquainted” with his.


“I’m nothing Hermione! A skinny streak of piss! I’ll never be him!” he jerked his head towards the wall at the mention of the man next door. “I’ve tried I eat like a horse that hasn’t ate since the day it was conceived, I lift weights yet I’m still a skinny streak of nothing!”

“Shut up you! You don’t have to be him for me you never have to be him for me! You be yourself because that’s all I’ve ever imagined you to be!”

“Anytime you’re ready Hermione.”

She stepped into the circle and a whirl of power surged in the air. A wild North wind ripped through the house shooting into the lab like a hurricane throwing everything about in its path. The wind stopped in front of her then whirled around her a playful puppy before stopping in front of her once more.

“Bring Severus Snape to me!”

The wind zipped through like a bolt of lighting; where ever he was it would bring him to her.

“Was that….?”
“It. Yeah. That was it.”

They joined a now very confused Remus upstairs for lunch. Sitting in his lamp was what appeared to be a twenty month old version of their daughter squirming around trying to get the cookie jar.

“Remus explain.” That one statement Barty made sent her shivering to the core though he wasn’t cruel by nature he had become cruel and could easily slip back into the part at any time.

“I went out to the garden just to do a little work because I’d been gone some time and you know I love to garden and I was watering the Hill Blossoms when she just got it on her.”

“Got what on her Remus.” It was intended to be a question but it came out like a deadly statement from Hermione’s mouth even Barty turned and shivered as if someone had poured water fresh from Antarctica over him. “Motherly Instincts kicked in at the wrong time Mione.”

“I thought I could have sworn that out of the corner of my eye I saw the bottle floating above the table. Imagine that floating above the table and well I turned around to see and it just fell from mid-air onto her and….” He gave a small shrug of the shoulders. This just wasn’t him he was only good with kids inside of school not out. Suddenly he didn’t want a family. He just wanted it to be him again all by his lonesome.

“Well Remus my boy no matter how many friends you’ve had or had you’ll still feel alone at heart won’t you.”

He visible shivered as Barty picked up baby Morgana as there came a knock at the door.

The pair needed no grande introduction for their flaming red hair announced them to the foursome. Ginny with a high pitched squealed with delight at the very site of Morgana excitedly looking and touching the little girl who was all smiles towards the pretty red hair witch.

Behind them a familiar head of ruffled dark hair was visible in the doorway followed by another head a red hair with a miserable voice.

“But Arry’ she don’t want to see me! Not after that letter I sent her!”
“Just shut your mouth come in make your apologies, give your gift to the baby and go from there.”

She stood there rocking on the balls of her feet and biting her lower lip as Harry stepped a side and let Ron come in. He looked from her to Barty and the baby now occupying Ginny’s arms getting talked to by Molly. “Now or never!” he croaked to him self.

“Mione’ I’m sorry I….” exactly how do you apologize for being lower than the crap than came off of scum. “It’s okay Ronald really I understand.” She left it at that should he ever want to talk about it again she would listen.

Arthur Weasley came through the door and Barty seemed to stand at occasion as other Ministry men piled into the room.

“Bartameious Crouch Junior!” Scrimgeour boomed across the room.

Hermione backed up against her man looking towards Molly with the baby ready to bolt out of the nearest exit. A firm but loving arm rapped around her waist pulling her close to him. “I love you with all my heart, more breath in my body, more life than my soul can bear but I will not risk you and Morgana getting hurt because of my person. You knew this was going to come Hermione. Promise me Hermione! Promise me that if they take me back to Azkaban that you will stay strong and pray for me Hermione. Pray for me.”

“How…?” his voice was in her head she felt they must be connected some how.

“No need for that Ms. Granger we only want to question they boy!”

“Hermione I can assure you no one will be taking him anywhere!”

“I’m sure you can but I will stay all the same!!”

A lady who she presumed to be Fortuna Malprecee had pulled Remus aside spoke to him then handed him a tiny bundle before walking away to retrieve some letters of request. He stared at the little bundle before dropping his head in a silent cry. Fortuna handed him the letters and left. He walked by ghostly pale without anyone taking notice except Hermione and Barty.


The group left things to the others as they went to get a nice lunch.

“Mister Crouch we as in The Ministry would like to know how you escaped and how you ended up here. Just tell us your life.” Slowly he began to recount his tale of his terrible life from the abuse serve up by his father, the muggle teachings of his mother, the rape by a group of muggle borns in his sixth year, and how he came to the Dark Lord, the torture, and finally how he came to be here and what Voldemort was planning next.


“Well my boy your punishment for escaping is…Hermione sat on the edge of her seat holding her breath…time served you have been through enough in your young life.” With that they left them to their own. Just after they left a loud wail followed by a baby cry.
Going upstairs they carefully knocked and waited for the usual greeting before going in.
It didn’t come so they just went in.

AN: Wedding and Remus’ pain in next chapter since this one tired me out so.

Aside: Check out my other story in the Doctor Who category it’s called Mates. Writing another Barty and Hermione story.