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A Major Brewing Error

Barty Crouch Jr smirked as his father's shaking form as he writhed under the torture curse.

It was so wonderfully satisfying to see the man that kept him under the imperius for so long receive his just reward. An unforgivable for an unforgivable.

As he let the curse linger, he opened his chest, smirking down at Alastor Moody.

"Hungry?" He shouted down, laughing like a lunatic, most likely because he was one. No response was given, as he suspected. He rolled his eyes, closing the chest. The people he kidnapped were never any fun. It only became entertaining when he tortured them.

Speaking of which, Barty Sr was getting a little too quiet, so Jr sent the worst curse in history at him yet again, enjoying the moment as his ears were filled with screams of pure pain. He was very good at this particular curse, having used it to torture Frank and Alice Longbottom to insanity, something he was still proud of, even though he had caught them completely off guard and without their wands, but that was irrelevant.

His plan was being set into motion. Alas, not his original plan, but as far as the Dark Lord knew, everything had happened exactly as he had intended it to.

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"Ah, Molly, I'd been expecting you." Albus greeted happily as he walked through the Weasley fireplace.

"You asked me if you could come over." Molly stated, confused.

"Oh. Obliviate." The aged man said casually. "Ah, Molly, I was pleased to see you accepted my proposal." He tried again.

"Oh, Albus, when did you get here?" Molly asked, still a little dazed from his spell. "Terribly sorry, but it's alright, I prepared dinner." She said happily.

"You don't have to- fuck's sake." Albus muttered as he was dragged to the table where two steaming piles of food lay, begging to be eaten.

"So, why have you-"

"Obliviate."

"A-Albus? Why are we at the table?" She questioned with mild worry- she couldn't remember greeting him.

"Are you alright, Molly?" Albus erected his famed grandfatherly persona, feigning worry as he sent a mild compulsion charm from underneath the table.

"Of course, why do you ask?" Molly suddenly looked dreamy, like she wasn't entirely in the room.

"I was just here to pick up my batch and you were acting rather odd." He lied, slipping the Elder Wand back into his pocket. Another odd thing was how the wand felt. It was... different. In a way. It was hard to describe, but he knew that the wand wasn't fond of his decisions, however, since it can only be won in combat, he didn't see any reason to care of the wand's opinion as it would obviously die with him.

"Oh, it's in my room- tuck in, please." Molly ambled away and up the stairs, not realising that Albus had no intention of tucking in, vanishing it all and popping a lemon drop into his mouth to sustain himself, clearly the much healthier option.

While he waited for Molly's newest batch of a concoction she thought was meant to cure his headache but was actually an extremely strong love potion, he pondered on how Harry had known of his plan to kidnap the Granger girl. He had told her to come alone, strongly hinted it would have something to do with her grades, which were 'slipping' and he had even thrown in a free summer visit to the Dursleys for one hour of one day.

It could have had to do with their 'soul bond', if that wasn't obviously a lie concocted due to his fame and to keep all of the lovely young ladies away. He wondered idly how much Harry was paying Granger and if he could manipulate the situation in some way.