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You took a deep breath. This place was absolutely horrible and you weren’t sure, whether these prisoners deserved it or not. No human being should have to live under such circumstances.
On the other hand, most of them are death eaters and they did horrible things. You and your family weren’t spared in the war and still…you came here to see one of them. Because you still cared about him. Because you thought, he could be saved.
The Dementors of Azkaban kept their distance because they weren’t allowed to come near any visitors. An Auror stood at the entrance and led you into a small dim room with two doors. Luckily, he didn’t talk much and mostly did his job. Of course, you were searched for illegal objects and your wand was taken.
Finally, he opened the second door and they stepped inside. Behind the door was another small room, with a small window and a small light source. In the center stood a table with two chairs. One of them was already occupied by the reason of your visit. Barty Crouch Jr. who stared at his lap.
The moment you took a seat and the Auror left the room, he slowly raised his head and stared at you. Neither of you said anything but after a few minutes his face distorted into an unsettling smirk.
“Well, well, if it isn’t little y/n. After all this time, you can´t let go, I see. To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?”, he asked with a sarcastic undertone. You rolled your eyes. “A Hello to you too, Barty. Obviously, I´m here because of your imprisonment. As you might know, I work as a lawyer and your mother asked me to reopen your case. She is very desperate and really wants you back. She still clings to the innocence of her long lost son and thinks I can help you.”, you explained dryly.
His eyes narrowed at the mention of his mother. Poor woman, she really loves her son, you thought. “My mother believes I am still her little boy but that boy died when he met his new family. But maybe he can be saved. Tell me, what do you think? Can I be saved? Can I be redeemed?”, he asked with a lunatic look in his eyes. But there was something else hiding behind that mask. There had to be because you knew him. Well, you knew him three years ago.
“I know that you were different a few years ago and that I don’t know what happened to you. I want to help you. Back then, in Hogwarts, I lov…”, you tried to tell him but he interrupted you with a snort. “Oh please, you never loved me, you loved the image I had and my father built for me. You never knew the real me and you wouldn’t have left me if you loved me that much.”
Tears stung in your eyes. You grabbed one of his hands and looked him in the eyes. “Is that really what you think? It wasn’t my choice, I never wanted to leave you. My family expected me to be a lawyer and I had to study abroad because of the war. When I came back, you weren’t the same anymore and neither was I. I still wish things went differently. Maybe I could’ve saved you and…”, with a growl, he leaped to his feet and stared her down. “I don’t need saving and I didn’t need saving back then. You couldn’t have changed anything, you pathetic little girl. I…”.
Angrily, you jumped up and screamed at him: “How dare you call me pathetic! You are the one in Azkaban, not me! I am here because I still care about you!” You walked around the table and tried to make a point by looking as intimidating as possible for you.
But that was a mistake because what you didn’t include in your little scheme were his beautiful eyes. Those beautiful dark, intelligent and now also hateful eyes. You always had a thing for them and now they were your downfall.
Barty just stared at you, shocked by the sudden proximity. He lifted his right hand and softly caressed your face. You hummed and instinctively closed your eyes. Leaning into his once familiar touch, you felt home again. He was amazed by your reaction to him and his heart filled with long lost emotions.
You opened your eyes and looked up to him. He seemed to fight with himself but then suddenly he mumbled a “Fuck it.” and dove in to kiss you. And you let him. How couldn’t you?
The kiss was soft, at first, but became heated very fast. Barty grabbed you by your hips and pushed you onto the table. His hands wandered to your ass and he stood between your legs. He pressed you close to him and squeezed your behind. All while he never stopped kissing you passionately and when you moaned, he slipped his tongue into your mouth.
Oh, how you’ve missed this. Nobody has ever touched you like this after him. You laid your hands onto his chest, which surprisingly was still slightly toned. He left your mouth and kissed down your neck where he instantly found your sweet spot. This had you moaning like crazy and one of your hands shot up to his hair. Not one clear thought came to your mind. The only thing was him and his incredibly soft lips.
Suddenly, he ripped the blouse you wore open and left you exposed to his hot gaze. “You don’t know how much I missed these and the rest of you.”, he whispered roughly and with clear arousal in his voice. The proof of his arousal was currently rubbing against your core. “Please, Barty.”, you pleaded and he chuckled darkly.
“Oh my love, you don’t know what I want to do to you but sadly, we don’t have much time. Do you like this? Being at my mercy? I still can do anything I want to you. You are such a slut for me and you won´t even resist, will you?”, he mocked and carefully began massaging your breasts. He lowered his head and took one nipple into his mouth. At first, he was very gentle but soon he bit down hard. So hard you actually thought he´d draw blood. You cried out in pain and tried to pull at his hair.
But he was faster. He grabbed your wrists and slammed them to the table. A pained groan escaped your lips which eventually turned to a lust filled moan again because he continued his torture.
Alternating between your breast and between biting and soothing, he soon turned you into a moaning mess. After surely leaving several bite marks at your chest, he let go of your wrists and removed your skirt and panties, leaving you naked while he was still dressed in his loose prisoner robes.
Weakly, you pulled at his clothes and he gladly obeyed your quiet wish. He pulled his shirt over his head and dropped it on the floor. Returning to kissing you and your soft skin, he didn´t notice you staring at his dark mark on his left arm at first. You froze slightly and he took a little step back to examine you closely. He followed your stare and smirked coolly.
“What, forgot that I am indeed a convicted death eater? Does that scare you, y/n? That you still want me although my kind killed most of your family?”, he asked with a sadistic impression. You winced as he mentioned your family because you didn’t know before that he knew what happened to them. “Do you ask yourself at night if I was there? If I was one of them? Would that change anything, love?”, he continued with an evil grin and grabbed your hip again.
At that moment, you realized that he really was crazy, callous, sadistic and everything people told her he was. Maybe he couldn’t be saved anymore. The Barty you knew would never hurt you like this and you didn’t know what this Barty was capable of so you panicked. You tried to get away from him and struggled against his grip.
But Barty had other plans. He wouldn’t let you go now, not before he got what he wanted. You.
He spun you around and pressed you flat onto the cold surface of the table. You opened your mouth, wanting to scream for help but he was faster. He took his shirt and put it into your mouth, gagging you efficiently. It was disgusting and tears were beginning to leave your eyes.
“Aw, little girl, don’t cry. You came to me, remember? You wanted to save me and now you want to leave so soon? Quite disappointing. And considering your body´s reaction to me, you don’t really want to leave, do you?”, he whispered into your ear while one of his hand snaked down your back, making its way to your core. His fingers almost lovingly stroked your folds and he growled lowly when he felt your wetness.
“This turns you on, doesn’t it? Being with a death eater who could easily be one of those who killed your family?”, he slipped two fingers into your hole and moved them slightly. You whimpered pathetically, shut your eyes closely and desperately shook your head, not wanting this anymore.
His fingers moved deeper but you didn’t want to feel anything. Of course, your body betrayed you once again when he found your pleasure point. Letting out a small cry of pleasure and also pain, you arched your back and pressed against his fingers. You couldn’t see his face but you were sure he wore a pleased expression.
“You may not know me anymore but I sure do know your body like my own. Don’t fight me, you can´t win, y/n, so don’t try.”, he breathed soothingly and kissed your spine. You shuddered.
He removed his fingers and judging from the sounds he made, he sucked them clean. With a moan, he declared that you were tastier than any food they had in Azkaban. You gave up the little defiance you still held because you knew what would come next.
You heard rustling of clothes and the next thing you felt was him pressing into you. His shirt in your mouth muffled your sounds but he didn’t even try to hold back when he was finally buried inside of you. “Fuck, still tight as a virgin. Did you even have anybody else after me?”, he groaned, not expecting an answer but you shook your head helplessly. He full out laughed at that and grabbed a fistful of your hair. Pulling you up by it, he pressed your back against his chest and murmured: “Couldn’t after me, I presume. Like I said. You are my slut and mine alone. A weak and pathetic little slut for my cock. Even if I did kill your family, you´d still be here because you can´t help it and after I´m done here today, you will come back for more until you finally find a way to free me. Am I right, y/n?”.
You cried out in pain when he pinched your nipple and began to move roughly inside of you. He let go of your hair and you fell back down. Grabbing your hips, he set a punishing and hard pace. Tears streamed down your face and you couldn’t help but moan at his thrusts. You cried because you knew he was right and because it felt so fucking good.
He never slowed down, it was as if he wanted to punish you. Well, he probably wanted to and he was succeeding. Slapping your ass hard, he continued and continued his rough procedure until you were a crying moaning mess.
At that point he pulled out and turned you onto your back. He slipped back in and one of his hands shot out to choke you forcefully. His pace even quickened after that and you could finally see the look on his face.
He had a maniac like grin on his face and his eyes shone intensely diabolical but also lustful. It scared her and she couldn’t help herself but stare at his dark mark again. This seemed to empower him and his other hand began massaging her clit.
You felt pleasure but at the same time you began to see black spots because he was still choking you. Maybe you´d pass out before he could make you cum. But did you really want that? You weren’t sure anymore.
The black spots grew and grew but at the same time his thrusts became unsteady. He was close. You could feel his dick twitch inside of you. He still rubbed your clit roughly but skillfully and you could feel yourself getting closer.
“You gonna cum on my dick? Fuck, I can feel you tighten around me. I bet you wish you´d pass out but you´d still cum, wouldn’t you? You´re such a slut for one of the death eaters responsible for your family´s murder. Fuck-“, he groaned and finished inside you. Although you were shocked and disgusted by his last words, you came with a muffled cry.
He let go of your throat and you coughed pitifully. His softening dick slid out of your abused opening and he watched his cum flow out of you. He scooped some of it up with two fingers, pulled the shirt out of your mouth and forced his fingers inside.
“Suck”, he demanded and you almost gagged at the bitter but so painfully familiar taste. You watched him with red puffy eyes and he seemed to enjoy the view. When he withdrew his fingers, you hissed: “You sick bastard. You-you killed my family a-and you did this to me! How could you?”.
“Oh come on, don’t act like you didn’t already know. You came nonetheless and you will still try to get me out of here because you believe in the good. I beg you, try saving me or maybe you could finally accept the darkness within yourself and we could serve the dark lord together. Think about it but for now get dressed and go home.”, he spoke and threw his shirt back on.
Your clothes were destroyed but nothing a little wandless magic couldn’t fix. Finally dressed again, you stared at his smug face one last time and walked out of the room.
You left Azkaban in shame that day and although you were deeply disturbed, you knew, you would always come back to him.