He Is Torn
Title: He Is Torn
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Barty Crouch, Jr.
Rating: G
Other: Written for the October 20th challenge (the delicate air) for 30_hath. I do so love avoiding homework. I have no idea of what this is, but it isn't homework, so eh.
The outside world is different from the inside. Though he was only there for a brief while, he knows this very well. Inside was crowded, always crowded, and dirty, dark, repressive. The outside world is fresh, open, inviting, flitting untouchable. It is far more pleasant outside. This is the first time since arriving that he has tasted fresh air, and he relishes the moment.
Yet he is torn.
He is glad, first of all. (Glad to be out of there, away from the ever-confining walls, the frightening nights when he thought the rats would certainly tear at him. And he is amused. They haven’t a clue, won’t ever have a clue. This is a deliciously intoxicating secret, and he enjoys such secrets. He doesn’t mind that he is not entirely himself for the moment. It was a necessary measure.) Yes, glad.
(The polyjuice potion was brilliant.)
He is impressed, almost. Begrudgingly.
But he is also displeased. (He does not like to feel that he owes his father, and does not like to think on what his father might do to him. He never knows what to expect from his father, though he understands that the man has his own tricks. This plan, for instance. Amazing, but maddening, because that man had thought it up. And now he must go live with that man again? Barty does not like to be chained.)
There is something else, almost a laugh, in his mind. (Vaguely, he thinks on the loss of his mother as an amusement. She has never been much to him, and he is weary of her tears.)
There is triumph, as well. (The Dark Lord will be pleased. He was unable to escape confinement, but Barty will prove himself as soon as he can. He must.)
And somehow, he knows what is to come. (His father has never liked situations to run out of control. His father will try to control him. His father has already begun to control him by setting such a precarious plan. There will be chains, hateful chains.)
It will not stand forever.
(Breaking control tearing chains and a switch new power coursing through with the brilliance of the polyjuice yet again and serving well coming ever closer killing what must be killed killing that one the act has long anticipated and infiltration to accomplish to achieve…)
And when he is truly free, there will be blood.
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Barty Crouch, Jr.
Rating: G
Other: Written for the October 20th challenge (the delicate air) for 30_hath. I do so love avoiding homework. I have no idea of what this is, but it isn't homework, so eh.
The outside world is different from the inside. Though he was only there for a brief while, he knows this very well. Inside was crowded, always crowded, and dirty, dark, repressive. The outside world is fresh, open, inviting, flitting untouchable. It is far more pleasant outside. This is the first time since arriving that he has tasted fresh air, and he relishes the moment.
Yet he is torn.
He is glad, first of all. (Glad to be out of there, away from the ever-confining walls, the frightening nights when he thought the rats would certainly tear at him. And he is amused. They haven’t a clue, won’t ever have a clue. This is a deliciously intoxicating secret, and he enjoys such secrets. He doesn’t mind that he is not entirely himself for the moment. It was a necessary measure.) Yes, glad.
(The polyjuice potion was brilliant.)
He is impressed, almost. Begrudgingly.
But he is also displeased. (He does not like to feel that he owes his father, and does not like to think on what his father might do to him. He never knows what to expect from his father, though he understands that the man has his own tricks. This plan, for instance. Amazing, but maddening, because that man had thought it up. And now he must go live with that man again? Barty does not like to be chained.)
There is something else, almost a laugh, in his mind. (Vaguely, he thinks on the loss of his mother as an amusement. She has never been much to him, and he is weary of her tears.)
There is triumph, as well. (The Dark Lord will be pleased. He was unable to escape confinement, but Barty will prove himself as soon as he can. He must.)
And somehow, he knows what is to come. (His father has never liked situations to run out of control. His father will try to control him. His father has already begun to control him by setting such a precarious plan. There will be chains, hateful chains.)
It will not stand forever.
(Breaking control tearing chains and a switch new power coursing through with the brilliance of the polyjuice yet again and serving well coming ever closer killing what must be killed killing that one the act has long anticipated and infiltration to accomplish to achieve…)
And when he is truly free, there will be blood.