#ravenclaw barty crouch jr

[sommerregenjuniluft]

@rosekillermicrofic june 11 — memory — 860words — aka baby rosekiller in canon universe 🪄

The first memory Barty has of Evan is from second year.

Looking back Barty knows he’s noticed Evan before, in their first year. A blurry morsel of a sequenze, hazy moving pictures of white blonde curls—two heads more often than not—and smooth tan skin disappearing under violet shimmering robes and crisp dress shirts. He’d known from his father where to sort in the name Rosier, one of the Sacred 28, after all.

But the first distinct memory is from DADA class, second year.

It had been sometime late spring, early summer. June, maybe.

A sharp breeze filtered in through the open window of their tower classroom but the air had been warm, tousling Barty’s hair as he levitated his chair to the side of the room as they’d all been asked to by their Professor. Today’s topic: dueling practice.

Barty’s grin had been razor sharp.

Their Professor makes the Slytherins and the Gryffindors have a go at each other first, which is as much entertaining to watch as it is boring as Barty stands to the side and fiddles with his blue tie, waiting for his turn. In retrospect, he should have tried observing the classmates that were soon to be his opponents but for a 12 year old Barty it had been much more fun messing with the Professor’s talking raven.

Once it was his turn, Barty won the first few rounds easily. Even back then he’d already had a fair ensemble of mean jinxes and curses memorized. Bones were turned back to solid, students were picked off the ground, stiff like Honeyduke’s teeth breaking candy and deposited on the tables and classroom equipment was fixed from being shattered only moments prior.

Then Barty was faced with Evan Rosier.

And while Barty was pretty bloody good, Evan was offensive. The second the Professor gave the go Evan was firing something at him. Barty deflected the spell just in time but he was so stunned for a moment that he almost forgot to start attacking as well. Though Evan taking another step forward and waving his wand had done the trick. Barty jumped into action. He fired off two in a row and then another at Evan’s feet. Evan spelled a protection shield and then returned with three curses as well.

A laugh tumbled out of Barty when he recognized the spells. Impressive. Evan Rosier really doesn’t hold back, huh?

Barty twisted, dodging the spell. But Evan was quick and he managed to fire off another that grazed Barty’s shoulder. Something hot and stinging. His aim was incredible—still is, of course. Barty hissed in pain but he managed to hurl two more jinxes in Evan’s direction nonetheless. Evan deflected and then he caught Barty, hitting him square in the chest with something that threw him back several feet.

Barty landed on the floor with a dull thud and he groaned. He was about to scramble back up when Evan hit him with something that made Barty’s body spasm, the muscles in his limbs seize.

It was like electricity shooting through Barty’s veins and for a moment he couldn’t do anything but laugh, stars dancing in his vision.

Barty managed to prop himself up on his elbows, arms still shaking, just in time to see Evan move his wand again, and what rendered Barty immobile then wasn’t the result of another spell but rather the sharp grin on Evan’s face.

And Evan always smacks him when Barty says it but, well, if that wasn’t love at first sight what else is?

Whatever foul curse Evan was hurling his way though gets redirected away and to the side, hitting the stone wall with a green spark. Barty didn’t know why a slight wave of disappointment washed over him.

“That’s quite enough, Mister Rosier,” their Professor said.

Evan nodded once, giving a curt hum in response before pocketing his wand.

Barty stood up and shook his arms out, shuffling around on the spot to get rid of the tingling feeling in his body.

Their Professor called out two names and Evan walked to stand on the side. Barty followed.

“You’re good,” Barty stated, inspecting Rosier’s side profile. His nose is small and upturned, like a doll. And his lashes are dark and long.

“I am,” is all Evan replied.

“You gotta teach me that last spell you hit me with sometime,” Barty said, nudging their elbows together.

Evan turned and simply scowled at him.

Barty’s grin widened, “I feel like I’ve been bitten by a Swedish electric Grindylow.”

“A Finnish electric Grindylow, you mean,” a high voice chimed behind him. Barty turned and stared into the same face. The same button nose, the same brown eyes, only framed by longer, wavy hair. Pandora Rosier. She’s pretty. She looks just like her brother.

“But I like your comparison.” The girl tipped her head sideways, blinking at Barty, before breaking out into a big, close lipped smile, eyes crinkling. “He’ll show you,” she announced in her twin’s stead.

Evan had only grumbled but he hadn’t denied it. And a few days later (after some relentless bugging from Barty and more fauxly sweet nettling from Pandora) he’d taught Barty the spell.

[where-is-vivian]

it's been a while, here is a few crumbs :)

[ohgodwhatdoiputhere]

hc that barty has really bad eyesight but he refuses to wear glasses because "it ruins his look"

[juniorlore]

ravenclaw barty who gave up on trying to please his father and slowly started surrounding himself with slytherins. he was just so bored with his fellow ravenclaws and felt like he belonged elsewhere.

it got to the point where the slytherins all made the joint decision of giving him their spare uniforms so he could be apart of the silver and green house instead. he even has a bed in the slytherin boys dorm shared with evan and regulus. by the end of 5th year, nobody could even fathom the idea that barty crouch junior could ever belong to a hogwarts house that wasnt slytherin.

[futurequibblerjournalist]

Au where Regulus, Barty and Evan are somehow roommates and Evan and Barty makes James do an interpretive dance before allowing him to stay the night lmaooo

[icedcoffeebabyy]

I fucking love Barty Crouch Jr

[keencroissantgardenflap]

THE HOLY UNION

Honestly more than half of them would just make Voldy worse (or at least accepted him the way he is), but anyway 😊

Tom Blyth is my fancast for Abraxas Malfoy (so don't ask why Coryo here) 🫶🫶

I put Sirius here all because of one of the most brilliant fantastic magnificent gorgeous amazing flabbergasted HP fanfictions I've ever read "It runs in the blood" by Metalomagnetic (she made me fall into this rabbit hole) 🥹🥹🥹

God I ship Voldemort with too much ppl, I'd die in the cruelest way if he'd ever known I'm whoring him around like this 😭😭. Not my fault that his fanfictions are all so good that it feels like a crime

[coyotelip]

rosekiller microfic: dressed || @rosekillermicrofic || wc: 417

“Where are you going dressed like that?” comes the irritated voice of his father behind him as Barty is about to leave the house for the night. 

The thing is, he's not even wearing anything really weird or indecent. Simple black skinny jeans with holes in the thighs and knees, a white t-shirt and an emerald jacket over it with a loose Slytherin tie around his neck with several silver chains. His nails are painted black and green, and he has fake tattoos on his fingers that he started drawing out of boredom a few months ago during boring lectures. 

Barty finishes lacing his heavy boots and turns to his father, shrugging. “I don't know what you're talking about, all the young people dress like that nowadays. So I don't think I care what a conservative old man thinks.” 

Bartemius Senior comes even closer to his son and grabs his tie. “What is this? You're not even in Slytherin!” 

Without restraint, Barty pulls the tie out of his father's hands and turns on his heels toward the door. “I'm tired of talking to you, go on with your own business and let me have my fun.” 

Without waiting for an answer, the boy slips out of the house, heading for the crossroads, where a tall shadow is already waiting for him in the dark arc of the garden. Evan leans against the stone archway, smoking his cigarette in boredom, but a fire flashes in his eyes when Barty comes into view. 

“Ho ho," the guy whistles, looking Barty's figure up and down. “You look good in green.” Evan tosses the cigarette butt away to wrap his own tie around the boy's neck in the palm of his hand and pull him closer, exhaling hot air into his lips.

“And the blue on you brings out the color of your eyes.” Barty smiles against his lips, inhaling the sharp smell of tobacco and grabbing at his own tie around Evan's neck. “My old man almost made a scene. What about yours?” 

“Hmm.” Evan shrugged. “Mother looked at me with displeasure but didn't say a word, she was too tired to do anything. But we had the dear Black cousins visiting, and Bellatrix was fascinated,” his plump lips spread into a wide smile and draws the attention of the boy across from him. 

They stare at each other for a few seconds, blue and green eyes, and finally lock in a kiss, slow because the night has just begun

[adh-james-version]

Regulus is the cold Slytherin who never had a choice.

Barty is unhinged Slytherin who was pushed to the edge by expectations.

Evan is the quiet Slytherin whose was forced into the darkness.

Dorcas is the strongest Slytherin whose skin and blood held her back.

Pandora is the honorary Slytherin who was an outcast from her house.

Slytherin is ambition, cunning, and rescorcefullness.

Slytherin is not bitter, heartless, or evil.

[lunaeboy]

The only theory that keeps me thriving in the marauder fandom is that grant is MsKingBean89 and he wrote Atyd

[maladaptivedaydr3amer]

My question is.

Why did we stop making Barty a Ravenclaw, blonde and freckled. Don’t get me wrong I love the punk rock version but the goodie too-shoes easily scared and a wicked genius Ravenclaw version of Barty. I could rant about goodie too-shoes Barty all night to be honest.

[glassy-eyed-poet]

Okay I just discovered the fact that Barty Crouch Jr. is canonically a Ravenclaw. CAN SOMEONE PLEASE EXPLAIN WHY WE MADE HIM A SLYTHERIN????? WHEN HE'S A RAVENCLAW??? As a Ravenclaw, it makes so much more sense why the Skittles would be friends now. Like Panda and Barty would be friends, but the Rosier twins, but Regulus, BOOM. (idk if that last sentence made sense lmao)

Edit: nvm wikipedia was wrong and it is in fact not canon. We do not know Barty's canon house. I still stand by what I said though: Ravenclaw Barty supremacy!!!!

[wilmvandrr]

my favourite chaotic ravenclaws!!!! perhaps this is a set of niche headcanons but just look at them mmm:(((

<3

[sweetnnaivete]

barty crouch jr is messed up yes and he's a little freak yes but he's also a fucking genius. he doesn't need to pay attention in class, and will still get top grades. teachers love him because he picks up on the little things they like (tom riddle-esque manipulation). he's petty, and smart, and weird, and such a cool character.

[luizd3ad]

You'll Be Fine | Poly!Moonwater x Reader

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ࣪˖⤷ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ ࣪ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ˖ ⤷

Pairing: Regulus Black x GN!Reader x Remus Lupin WC: 430 CW: Slight talks of anxiety, talks of a bad day (not really tbh), no use of Y/N, kinda a comfort fic ig? Author's Note: Idk man this is my first time writing Moonwater so hopefully it’s good. Summary: Remus comes home to you napping on Regulus.

does anyone even like these? why do I keep making theses collage thing?

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When Remus gets home from work he doesn't expect much. Usually you and Regulus would be home before him. Both of you would usually be reading books or talking just typical things that people do when they get home to unwind a bit. 

What he hadn't expected was to come home to what seemed to be an empty and quiet home.

To say he was confused when he walked into their flat would be an understatement, normally there would be some evidence that his partners were home. But there wasn't.  

He started looking around the flat in search of you or Regulus, but he couldn't find either of you. His anxiety started to get the best of him, what if something happened, were you two okay? He felt his mind start to go a mile a minute.

Eventually he made his way to the shared bedroom and he felt his anxiety die down significantly at the sight of you sleeping on Regulus' chest while his hand ran up and down your back with a book in the other hand.

It wasn't necessarily uncommon for Remus to come home to one or both of you to be napping but it was so rare that he didnt think about it.

Regulus looked up, putting his book on his side and then pressing his finger to his lips telling Remus to speak quietly to avoid waking you up. Only then did Remus notice your tear stained cheeks, Remus brows furrowed and he shot Regulus a look that asked ‘what the hell happened?’ Regulus just sighed and spoke quietly.

“They had a bad day, nothing too terrible but it was just one of those days.”

Remus just nods and he crawls into bed next to you so that you're in between both men. He turned so that he could look at you and Regulus better, putting his hand on your hip, rubbing his thumb gently over it. 

“Everythings okay though, yeah?” Remus wisped to regulus, a look of worry still on his face. 

“All things considered, yes.'' Regulus sighs looking away from Remus for a moment but Regulus never stopped rubbing your back, he wanted you to know even in your sleep he was there for you. “They'll be fine, mon cœur. They have us and we will always be there to make sure that everything is fine.” Regulus said, looking back at Remus, who just nodded. 

Remus knew as long as you had each other in your lives that you, Regulus and him would be okay. Sometimes that's all anyone could hope for.

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[futurequibblerjournalist]

It’s such a slept on thing that Reggie is canonically really into quidditch. Like just imagine him and Barty bonding over it and them talking about the best sort of brooms and which ones they’d like and Evan just hates it cause he doesn’t get it. The potential istg you guys