WOLF
Barty is loving this.
Right now he is standing in his principal's office getting sworn at by old Slughorn himself. Apparently threatening to kill people and burn the school down is not okay. I mean, he’s done worse. He’s sent people to hospital before. But it’s not his fault their girlfriends liked him more.
Maybe this was the school's breaking point and they’ll finally expel him. His father called him a disappointment when he got 75% on a test last year. So Barty stopped trying to please him and show him how much of a disappointment he could be. He’s been to jail twice since.
After four years he’d finally done it! A teacher had given his mum a leaflet to this camp called ‘Hogwarts’ if that wasn't the shittest name ever. The teacher had advertised it as a summer camp for kids. He was spewing bollocks. A summer camp? Barty would've believed him more if he said it was a nice cottage in the middle of nowhere. At least he’s right about it being in the middle of nowhere.
When he got home his father wasn't there. His mother hadn't told Bartemus Sr that he was going to this camp. She told Barty that it would be better if he would be long gone before she told his father about his absence. Not like he’d notice anyways.
His mum was a lovely lady, so full of life, that is of course before she married that old piece of shit. She tried to what was best for him even though he fucked up so many times. It seems like this camp is best for him this time around.
Now here he is. Stuck in the back of his Dad’s Rolls Royce (did he mention he was rich? Well, not Barty, his Father. Barty wouldn't get any of this money even if he was the best behaved child in the world). His mum wasn't driving him there though, instead a man called David was. David was nice, he’d never really talked to Barty but he did open the car doors so he guesses that's how nice someone can get.
It's been almost four hours and about an hour ago he could start seeing mountains and trees, like a lot of them. He lived in the city centre. The best of nature you could get was at the local zoo, and Barty had never been allowed to go.
He had his earphones on and was listening to his favourite album of all time, WOLF by Tyler, The Creator. He loved this album so much. He felt he could relate to the events in a certain way. He did love riding his bike.
He was now deep in the forest. The pine trees were now covering the view of the mountains and Barty thought they were only a couple of minutes away for the camp.
And he was right. A mere two minutes later the car drove under a sign that read: ‘THE GREAT MAGIC OF THE HOGWARTS LAND’. Already by the slogan Barty could tell this was weird as shit.
David abruptly stopped the car in the middle of the dirt path they were driving along.
"We are here, Mr. Crouch," David's dry tone sounded over his music.
‘Okay..’ he mumbled as he unbuckled off his seat belt and took out one of his earphones.
David opened the car door and Barty stepped out. He didn't bring any luggage, only his backpack.
‘Mr Crouch..’ David started ‘Would you please take out your earphones, it’s quite disrespectful especially when meeting new people.
‘I’m sorry David, no can do. I needs this background music so I can feel like more of a main character you know what I mean?’ he gestured wildly with his hands.
David shook his head.
‘It’s a cool whore thing to do, you wouldn't get it’ Barty smirked as David shut the door behind him, clearly unimpressed.
He slung his bag over one shoulder and walked behind David as he led the way further into the camp.
With his hands in his pockets Barty looked around at his new surroundings. There were some cabins here and there all surrounding the man-made lake in the middle. There were no walls but he supposed there doesn't need to be any since the trees do just the job.
He passed a couple kids giving him a ‘go fuck yourself’ expression, so he did the polite thing and gave them a big wide grin to show just how lovely he was.
They continued walking toward one of the bigger cabins of the lot. And as Barty walked up the steps he saw ‘Counsellors Cabin’.
Ah, he was going to meet the big man of this place. Cool.
David knocked on the door and a small woman with almost cat-like features opened the door. She immediately looked over at Barty. ‘And you must be our new camper, Bartemius, if I’m correct?’
‘Barty.’ he said dryly.
‘My apologies Barty. Now, my name is Doctor McGonagall and please follow me, Head Counselor and Doctor, Dumbledore is waiting for you in his office’
Barty couldn't help but laugh at the name. He received a very passive-aggressive look from Doctor McGonagall. He didn’t really care.
David had left and now Barty was following this random woman through a corridor supposedly to some guy called Double Doors or whatever.
They reached a large wooden door at the end of the corridor in which McGonagall knocked on before saying ‘Dumbledore..’ That's his name. ‘Barty Crouch Jr. is here to see you’
‘Come in’ a rich baritone voice called. And with that she opened the door and gave Barty a small smile before shutting it behind him. This is fucking fantastic (note the sacasm).
He stopped to look at the man in front of him. He was old. Definitely one hundred, maybe one hundred and fifty, give or take a couple years. He wore half moon glasses and clothes Barty could only describe as 1840’s prom night material.
Barty has already a lot of respect for this man. Not everyday someone opens a looney bin and dresses just as mentally ill as some of the kids here. Number One Dumbledore supporter right here ladies.
‘Ah Barty, it's truly great to have you here. Please, take a seat’ he gestured to the seat across from him. The room was very much like a surgery room in contrast to the forest aesthetic they had going on.
Barty slumped down on the chair and didn't bother trying to look presentable in the slightest. Why would he? He only tries to look presentable when he wants to fuck someone and personally Dumbledore is not his type. He’s more into blondes.
After an awkward silence Dumbledore finally speaks.
‘Barty, hi, I’m Doctor Dumbledore and I’m guessing your teacher wanted your parents to send you here because you have been misbehaving in class..’ He stops to look at the paper on his lap and adjusts his glasses.
‘Uhm.. Over your time here at Hogwarts you will have sessions with other counsellors, yes, but you will have three sessions with me with our first one being today. So for now why don’t you tell me something about yourself?’
Fuck this. Barty was not going to talk to some old man about him hating his Dad, beating up people, drugs all that shit.
‘Get a life Dumbledore.’ he thought to himself ‘I bet the only reason you want to hear from me is so you’ll have something to chat about to McGonagall on your lunch break today. I bet you fancy her.. Wait actually never mind, you’re gay, and I mean that in like a good way. I suck dick too, don't worry. Go off and do some gay shit and stop talking to me please, thank you.’
Barty is just gonna wait the session out, it can’t be more than an hour, right?
‘Well if you don’t talk these sessions are going to go on for longer…’
It’s time for some trauma dumping!