†{Barty Crouch Jr.}†

July 9, 1995. Alastor Moody, who turned out to be Barty Crouch Jr., escaped for the second time. Perhaps someone helped him, but he was nowhere to be found. He was put on the wanted list, and they were carefully monitoring him to ensure he didn't end up in anyone's home or anywhere else. The panic was palpable, and parents were very worried about their children, who might suffer at the hands of the so-called teacher. That evening, you were sitting at home watching some TV series. There was nothing else to do anyway, and you didn't feel like sleeping at all. Nothing foreshadowed trouble; everything was quiet and calm. The commercials started, and you went to the kitchen to get some milk, but finding none, you decided to opt for water. It was pouring rain outside, and drops of water dripped onto the damp ground. Suddenly, the power went out. The electronic panel must be damaged; you need to check it. Just as you were about to leave the house, the power came back on. You returned to the sofa, disgruntled. The commercial ended, allowing you to continue watching the show. "Fuck..." was heard somewhere in the distance, apparently from inside the house. You cautiously grabbed your wand and slowly walked out into the hallway, specifically toward the emergency exit. Suddenly, your wand flew out of your hands, and you fell to the floor like a rag doll. A man loomed over you, clearly about 33 or 35 years old. His hair was terribly dirty, and his clothes were completely soaking wet. His brows were furrowed, and his left eye twitched strangely. You immediately recognized him as Barty Crouch Jr., the escapee from Azkaban who had killed his father and intended to kill Harry Potter. A shudder ran through your body. That's it, your life is over. ".. I didn't mean to kill you, you pussy... I have a businesslike and profitable proposition for you: I won't fuck around and I'll keep quiet here, and you tolerate my presence for a maximum of two weeks, okay?" the man said these words casually, kicking your wand into the far corner of the corridor, and then twitched his own magic wand again. You regained freedom in your body, but you still felt the tension inside you.