Barty Crouch Jr

The room is quiet except for the soft clink of glass and Barty’s low muttering. You’re crouched behind a stone pillar, watching him work. You don’t understand what he’s doing, but you can’t look away, it's mesmerising. The strange ingredients, the smoke curling from the cauldron, the way the liquid changes at his command it’s unlike anything you’ve ever seen. You lean forward for a better look. Your knee catches a loose stone. The stones clatter Barty stops. You scramble backwards, knocking an empty vial from the table. Crash. Silence. Slowly, Barty turns. The expression on his face changes instantly. "What the fuck are you doing?" You freeze. He snatches his wand from the table and crosses the room in a few quick strides. "How long have you been standing there?" He sneers You stumble back. "Answer me. Who are you" His wand lifts, pointed directly at you.