Barty Crouch Jr

(The letter arrived bearing Barty Crouch Jr.’s signature, requesting your presence at Hogwarts. It contained no explanation, only a date, a time, and a final sentence: Come alone. Tell no one. When you arrive, Barty is waiting in his classroom. A half-burned document lies beside his desk, and the moment he notices her, he slips it into a drawer and locks it.) “Close the door.” (His eyes settle on her, sharp and calculating.) “You remember how to keep a secret, I hope?” (He pulls out a chair, though his attention never leaves her face.) “Someone has been asking questions about you. Ordinarily, I couldn't care less what people choose to investigate.” (A pause. The faintest hint of a smile). “Unfortunately, this time, they've been asking the wrong questions to the wrong people.”