e was lined around the eyes now and looked
much older. . . .
There were hurried footsteps outside in the corridor. Snape had returned with
Winky at his heels. Professor McGonagall was right behind them.
"Crouch!" Snape said, stopping dead in the doorway. "Barty Crouch!"
"Good heavens," said Professor McGonagall, stopping dead and staring down at
the man on the floor.
Filthy, disheveled, Winky peered around Snape's legs. Her mouth opened wide
and she let out a piercing shriek.
"Master Barty, Master Barty, what is you doing here?"
She flung herself forward onto the young man's chest.
"You is killed him! You is killed him! You is killed Master's son!"
"He is simply Stunned, Winky," said Dumbledore. "Step aside, please. Severus,
you have the potion?"
Snape handed Dumbledore a small glass bottle of completely clear liquid: the
Veritaserum with which he had threatened Harry in class. Dumbledore got up,
bent over the man on the floor, and pulled him into a sitting position against the
wall beneath the Foe-Glass, in which the reflections of Dumbledore, Snape, and
McGonagall were still glaring down upon them all. Winky remained on her knees,
trembling, her hands over her face. Dumbledore forced the mans mouth open and
poured three drops inside it. Then he pointed his wand at the mans chest and said,
"Ennervate."
Crouch's son opened his eyes. His face was slack, his gaze unfocused.
Dumbledore knelt before him, so that their faces were level.
"Can you hear me?" Dumbledore asked quietly.
The man's eyelids flickered.
"Yes," he muttered.
"I would like you to tell us," said Dumbledore softly, "how you came to be here.
How did you escape from Azkaban?"
Crouch took a deep, shuddering breath, then began to speak in a flat,
expressionless voice.
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"My mother saved me. She knew she was dying. She persuaded my father to
rescue me as a last favor to her. He loved her as he had never loved me. He
agreed. They came to visit me. They gave me a draft of Polyjuice Potion
containing one of my mother's hairs. She took a draft of Polyjuice Potion
containing one of my hairs. We took on each other's appearance."
Winky was shaking her head, trembling.
"Say no more. Master Barty, say no more, you is getting your father into trouble!"
But Crouch took another deep breath and continued in the same flat voice.
"The dementors are blind. They sensed one healthy, one dying person entering
Azkaban. They sensed one healthy, one dying person leaving it. My father
smuggled me out, disguised as my mother, in case any prisoners were watching
through their doors.
"My mother died a short while afterward in Azkaban. She was careful to drink
Polyjuice Potion until the end. She was buried under my name and bearing my
appearance. Everyone believed her to be me."
The man's eyelids flickered.
"And what did your father do with you, when he had got you home?" said
Dumbledore quietly.
"Staged my mother's death. A quiet, private funeral. That grave is empty. The
house-elf nursed me back to health. Then I had to be concealed. I had to be
controlled. My father had to use a number of spells to subdue me. When I had
recovered my strength, I thought only of finding my master . . . of returning to his
service."
"How did your father subdue you?" said Dumbledore.
"The Imperius Curse," Moody said. "I was under my fathers control. I was forced
to wear an Invisibility Cloak day and night. I was always with the house-elf. She
was my keeper and caretaker. She pitied me. She persuaded my father to give me
occasional treats. Rewards for my good behavior."
"Master Barty, Master Barty," sobbed Winky through her hands. "You isn't ought
to tell them, we is getting in trouble. ..."
"Did anybody ever discover that you were still alive?" said Dumbledore softly.
"Did anyone know except your father and the house-elf?"
"Yes," said Crouch, his eyelids flickering again. "A witch in my father's office.
Bertha Jorkins. She came to the house with papers for my father s signature. He
was not at home. Winky showed her inside and returned to the kitchen, to me. But
Bertha Jorkins heard Winky talking to me. She came to investigate. She heard
enough to guess who was hiding under the Invisibility Cloak. My father arrived
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home. She confronted him. He put a very powerful Memory Charm on her to
make her forget what she'd found out. Too powerful. He said it damaged her
memory permanently."
"Why is she coming to nose into my masters private business?" sobbed Winky.
"Why isn't she leaving us be?"
"Tell me about the Quidditch World Cup," said Dumbledore.
"Winky talked my father into it," said Crouch, still in the same monotonous voice.
"She spent months persuading him. I had not left the house for years. I had loved
Quidditch. Let him go, she said. He will be in his Invisibility Cloak. He can watch.
Let him smell fresh air for once. She said my mother would have wanted it. She
told my father that my mother had died to give me freedom. She had not saved me
for a life of imprisonment. He agreed in the end.
"It was carefully planned. My father led me and Winky up to the Top Box early in
the day. Winky was to say that she was saving a seat for my father. I was to sit
there, invisible. When everyone had left the box, we would emerge. Winky would
appear to be alone. Nobody would ever know.
"But Winky didn't know that I was growing stronger. I was starting to fight my
father's Imperius Curse. There were times when I was almost myself again. There
were brief periods when I seemed outside his control. It happened, there, in the
Top Box. It was like waking from a deep sleep. I found myself out in public, in the
middle of the match, and I saw, in front of me, a wand sticking out of a boys
pocket. I had not been allowed a wand since before Azkaban. I stole it. Winky
didn't know. Winky is frightened of heights. She had her face hidden."
"Master Barty, you bad boy!" whispered Winky, tears trickling between her
fingers.
"So you took the wand," said Dumbledore, "and what did you do with it?"
"We went back to the tent," said Crouch. "Then we heard them. We heard the
Death Eaters. The ones who had never been to Azkaban. The ones who had never
suffered for my master. They had turned their backs on him. They were not
enslaved, as I was. They were free to seek him, but they did not. They were merely
making sport of Muggles. The sound of their voices awoke me. My mind was
clearer than it had been in years. I was angry. I had the wand.
I wanted to attack them for their disloyalty to my master. My father had left the
tent; he had gone to free the Muggles. Winky was afraid to see me so angry. She
used her own brand of magic to bind me to her. She pulled me from the tent,
pulled me into the forest, away from the Death Eaters. I tried to hold her back. I
wanted to return to the campsite. I wanted to show those Death Eaters what loyalty
to the Dark Lord meant, and to punish them for their lack of it. I used the stolen
wand to cast the Dark Mark into the sky.
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"Ministry wizards arrived. They shot Stunning Spells everywhere. One of the
spells came through the trees where Winky and I stood. The bond connecting us
was broken. We were both Stunned.
"When Winky was discovered, my father knew I must be nearby. He searched the
bushes where she had been found and felt me lying there. He waited until the other
Ministry members had left the forest. He put me back under the Imperius Curse
and took me home. He dismissed Winky. She had failed him. She had let me
acquire a wand. She had almost let me escape."
Winky let out a wail of despair.
"Now it was just Father and I, alone in the house. And then . . . and then . . ."
Crouch's head rolled on his neck, and an insane grin spread across his face. "My
master came for me.
"He arrived at our house late one night in the arms of his servant Wormtail. My
master had found out that I was still alive. He had captured Bertha Jorkins in
Albania. He had tortured her. She told him a great deal. She told him about the
Triwizard Tournament. She told him the old Auror, Moody, was going to teach at
Hogwarts. He tortured her until he broke through the Memory Charm my father
had placed upon her. She told him I had escaped from Azkaban. She told him my
father kept me imprisoned to prevent me from seeking my master. And so my
master knew that I was still his faithful servant - perhaps the most faithful of all.
My master conceived a plan, based upon the information Bertha had given him.
He needed me. He arrived at our house near midnight. My father answered the
door."
The smile spread wider over Crouch's face, as though recalling the sweetest
memory of his life. Winky's petrified brown eyes were visible through her fingers.
She seemed too appalled to speak.
"It was very quick. My father was placed under the Imperius Curse by my master.
Now my father was the one imprisoned, controlled. My master forced him to go
about his business as usual, to act as though nothing was wrong. And I was
released. I awoke. I was myself again, alive as I hadn't been in years.
"And what did Lord Voldemort ask you to do?" said Dumbledore.
"He asked me whether I was ready to risk everything for him. I was ready. It was
my dream, my greatest ambition, to serve him, to prove myself to him. He told me
he needed to place a faithful servant at Hogwarts. A servant who would guide
Harry Potter through the Triwizard Tournament without appearing to do so. A
servant who would watch over Harry Potter. Ensure he reached the Triwizard Cup.
Turn the cup into a Portkey, which would take the first person to touch it to my
master. But first -"
"You needed Alastor Moody," said Dumbledore. His blue eyes were blazing,
though his voice remained calm.
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"Wormtail and I did it. We had prepared the Polyjuice Potion beforehand. We
journeyed to his house. Moody put up a struggle. There was a commotion. We
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