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The Unforgiveable by PadfootsOz
Chapter 1: Chapter 1.
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Author's note: Everything you recognize belongs to JK Rowling. The quotes that are in italics are from Harry Potter & the Goblet of Fire by JK Rowling, pages 516, 517 & 518. They belong to JK Rowling and I have only used them for the sole purpose of the continuation of the story. Also, the trial scene is based on Chapter 30 of Harry Potter & the Goblet of Fire.
An eerie atmosphere filled the Wizengamot courtroom as the crowd moved to their seats. No one spoke a word to each other as they waited for the trial to begin.
The door behind the juror podium opened as Bartemius Crouch Sr entered the room, his wife Evelyn Crouch followed slowly behind him, quietly sobbing and holding a soaked handkerchief to her mouth as she sat down beside him. Bartemius himself showed no emotion as he took his seat. When the entire room had been seated Bartemius finally spoke.
Crouch's voice broke slightly as he called for the accused to be brought in. His wife shook restlessly beside him as she tried to hold back her sobs.
The door in the corner of the room opened. Some people in the crowd held their heads down, seemingly in fear, as eight Dementors entered, hovering along five individuals. The room had somehow become even more unsettling than it had been before.
Some people in attendance popped their heads up curiously to look at Crouch. They then whispered to the person next to them.
Each of the five individuals had been placed in chairs with chained arms in the middle of the courtroom for everyone to see; the Dementors then left the room after the chains had been tightened around the arms of the accused persons.
Rudolphus Lestrange, a hefty man, sat on the first chair next to the door not moving an inch as he stared menacingly at Crouch, in the next chair was Rabastan Lestrange, the slender and anxious-looking man couldn't keep still as his eyes darted from one person to another, then there was Bellatrix Lestrange, a woman with long dark hair, with a wry smile on her face she sat as though she was sitting on a throne, second farthest from the door sat a terrified Bartemius Crouch Jr., Crouch's only son sniffled and squirmed as he hopeless tried to break himself out of the chains and, lastly, Andrea Crouch, Crouch's daughter, sat stillest and calmest of them all as she awaited the verdict, her overgrown, greasy ash brown hair hung over her eyes as she looked towards her father and even though her face was covered with bloodstains her pale skin remained without a scratch, this became a talking point for some of the people in the crowd.
Crouch stood up and glared at the five seated in front of him, pure hatred appeared on his face. Evelyn's cries grew louder as Bartemius slammed the gavel on the podium to begin the trial.
Crouch began the trial by saying, with pure disdain apparent in his voice, that the accused had been brought before the Department of Magical Law for heinous crimes, crimes that must have been so bad that the crowd looked at the five individuals with pure hatred on their faces.
Bartemius Jr. interrupted, before Crouch could say what those crimes were, begging his father to let him go, his whimpers turning into cries.
Crouch continued on as though his son hadn't said a word and continued to speak about why the five individuals were there, for the torturing of Aurors Frank and Alice Longbottom.
His son screeched once more, pleading with his father not to let the Dementors take him away.
"Who are you fooling?" Andrea murmured to her brother, just loud enough for Crouch to hear. A cynical smile appeared on her face, though her expression and stance by some means remained almost lifeless.
Crouch ignored both of his children and raised his voice as he spoke about how the accused had planned to restore the Dark Lord to full power. His speech was interrupted once again.
Bartemius Jr cried for his quivering mother, asking her to convince his father not to let the Dementors take him.
Crouch shouted as loudly as he could as he asked the jury to raise their hands if they thought the accused deserved incarcerration.
All at once, every witch and wizard in the jury raised his or her hands. The rest of the crowd cheered. Bartemius Jr screamed some more, begging his mother not to let him go.
The Dementors returned and everyone besides Bartemius Jr rose quietly from their seats. Bellatrix looked up at Crouch as she rose from her chair, "the Dark Lord will rise again, Crouch! Throw us into Azkaban, we will wait!" She said as she proudly held her head high, she then went on to proclaim that when the Dark Lord rises he will reward those who were faithful.
"My pathetic brother may not be too pleased about Azkaban," Andrea spoke as Bartemius Jr struggled trying to fight off the Dementors, "but I'm proud! I will remain forever faithful to the Dark Lord. You may be ashamed of me father, but I have been more useful than you ever were and I declare that I'll do it all again when He returns..."
"Shut up! Shut up!" Crouch finally let it all out. "You are a disgrace! Hurry up and get them out of my sight!" He ordered the Dementors as Andrea slowly turned and strolled proudly towards the exit.
"I'm your son!" Bartemius Jr cried at his father.
"I have no children!" Crouch bellowed, his eyes darting to Andrea as she left the courtroom.
Crouch comanded the Dementors once more. "Take them away and may they rot in there!"
"Miss…" A man could faintly be heard. "Wake up!" His voice became louder.
Just as Andrea felt a hand nudge her shoulder, a rush of cold air filled her chest and she woke up into a coughing fit.
"You have to move," said the bulky, balding man standing above her, "you can't stay here, love. What do you think this is a bed and breakfast?" He pointed to the newsagency behind where she had been sleeping.
Regaining herself after her coughing calmed down, Andrea stood up without a word, and, after the dizziness in her head faded, walked away, stumbling and struggling to keep herself up as she tried to awaken her left leg.
Strangers moved away warily from Andrea as she staggered down the street. Wearing what looked like a potato sack covered in dried mud and a stolen scarf to cover her face she attracted a few suspicious stares.
Andrea walked to the end of the street where she saw the sign that she had wanted to see for a very long time, Charing Cross Road. Suddenly everything was coming back to her.
She used all the energy she could muster and paced up the street until she found the broken down shop front.
As she held her scarf intact so that no one could see her face, Andrea entered into the Leaky Cauldron, which, fortunately for her, wasn't that busy.
As she walked through Andrea was so sidetracked with keeping her face covered that she hadn't noticed the posters decorating the Leaky Cauldron. Her heart began to beat violently when she saw her face, pictured under the words 'Have you seen this Witch?' plastered on every wall; her own lifeless eyes were staring at her from almost every direction. If it weren't for the slight moving of her chest as she took slow breaths she could have been mistaken for dead.
Looking around for a quick exit, Andrea's eyes were drawn to a table next to the wall. The same picture that was plastered all over the walls of the Leaky Cauldron was staring at her from the front of a Daily Prophet that had been abandoned.
Sitting down, Andrea could feel the heat rise to her face as she read the headline; SECOND ESCAPE FROM AZKABAN; Andrea hesitated to read on, but knew that she had to.
Almost a year after infamous mass murderer Sirius Black escaped from Azkaban, a second criminal has managed to escape from the high security prison, one thought to be nearly as dangerous and immoral as Black.
Andrea Crouch, daughter of Bartemius Crouch, Head of the Department of International Magical Co-operation, was found guilty thirteen years ago with torturing Aurors Frank and Alice Longbottom to the point of insanity with the excessive use of the Unforgivable Cruciatus Curse, alongside her brother Bartemius Crouch Jr and Bellatrix, Rudolphus and Rabastan Lestrange.
During her trial hearing, Andrea devoted her loyalty to He Who Must Not Be Named in front of the entire courtroom and declared that she had been proud of what she had done and that she would do it all again.
Cornelius Fudge is still yet to comment on this second escape, but a spokesman has stated that Fudge is doing everything in his power to keep the Wizarding community safe and to make sure this doesn't happen again, with many criticising his idea of what a 'high security prison' seems to be.
The spokesman has also strongly suggested that if seen, do not approach Andrea and do not attempt to use magic against her, contact Ministry Officials straight away.
For further details see pages 4 and 5.
Chapter 2: Chapter 2
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Almost every night for as long as she could remember, Andrea had the same dream, or nightmare, as some would refer to it as.
Her trial and conviction replayed in her sleep over and over again, although she only ever recalls it from an outsider perspective. She still could hardly remember the torturing of the Longbottoms. Everything from their torturing until stepping into Azkaban was a blur and she could only remember them the same way she remembered the trial, as though she was seeing it all through someone else's eyes or as an out-of-body experience.
She found herself reading over the article a few more times until a skinny shadow appeared over the table. She looked up to see a tall, lanky man standing in front of her, glancing down at the article, holding his hips as he did.
"Vick." He said, pointing to himself as he kept his head down. Andrea presumed that was his name.
"Terrible that, isn't it?" He continued, nodding his head towards the headline. "Forget Azkaban. If it were up to me, I'd 'ave turned 'er into a cockroach an' then I'd step on 'er."
"Mhmm…" Andrea murmured under the scarf, as she held it even closer to her face.
"Same goes for the rest of them." Vick affirmed, puffing his chest out.
'I'd like to see you try.' Andrea thought to herself, looking him up and down.
She got up hurriedly to leave, but Vick stepped in front of her, stopping her in her tracks.
"Would you like a room to stay for the night?" He asked.
"I don't have any money." She answered, moving forward again to leave, but was blocked from moving for a second time.
"Well, that's all right. You can stay for the night."
Andrea furrowed her eyebrows in confusion, "why would you…" She stopped speaking when she noticed two burly wizards walking into the Cauldron.
She stepped quickly to the side to abscond, but was once again prevented by Vick, who repositioned himself in front of her.
"Why in such a hurry, love?" He asked. Andrea could hear a cynical tone in his voice as he spoke.
Her heart started to race as the men slowly drew closer. As she tried to leave yet again, Vick stuck his foot out causing her to trip over and fall to the cold floor.
Before getting back up, Andrea's hands rushed to her face to check if the scarf was still intact, her heart beating even faster when she realised it wasn't there.
"Lookin' for this?"
Andrea kept her hand in front of her face as she ever so slowly turned her head.
The increasingly irritating man was holding the scarf in his hand, teasingly twirling it and swinging it towards Andrea.
Without any thought, Andrea used all her energy to get and bolt to the nearest exit.
"Ay!" She heard a different voice shout behind her. The very next moment a high temperature gust hit her right shoulder blade, knocking her back to the ground.
"Ow." Andrea grunted as she struggled to pull herself up. Her back felt like it was on fire.
The instant that she got to her knees, she felt a slight pang on the side of her left temple.
"Stand up." A smoky voice growled.
As she got onto her feet, Andrea moved her eyes as far to the left as she could and saw that one of the large wizards was holding a wand to her head.
"For someone considered so dangerous, you don't seem very smart." He said as the other wizard positioned himself to Andrea's right side and Vick walked in front of Andrea, with a somewhat victorious smirk on his face, as he was probably thinking about the award that he would receive for her capture.
As he was busy sneering at her, Andrea could see that Vick was holding his wand quite loosely and that he wasn't paying attention to where it was pointing to.
'And I'm the stupid one.' Andrea reflected on what the first wizard had said about her being not so smart.
"Are you an Auror?" Andrea asked suddenly.
"Hit Wizard." The man answered, appearing noticeably confused.
"Right." She nodded. "WHAT'S THAT?" Andrea screamed suddenly widening her eyes as she glanced at the bar.
"What?" As all three men turned to look at once, Andrea took that very moment to grab both Vick's wand out of his right hand and her scarf back from out of the other before running for the exit.
"OI!" She heard Vick yell.
"Stupefy!" Someone else shouted as she ran and, seconds later, a wall lamp beside the exit burst just as Andrea ran past it.
Just when she thought she was safe Andrea came to the brick wall between the Cauldron and Diagon Alley. Not remembering where exactly to tap she quickly started hitting every brick on the wall until she heard a click.
As she saw the two Hit Wizards gaining up on her, Andrea used a blasting charm above the door so that it came crashing down in front of them, obstructing their paths.
Wrapping the scarf back around her head, Andrea didn't wait for wall to turn into a complete archway before she hurried through and ran behind the nearest shop, continuing to run until she saw a clothesline, which was behind what seemed to be the sixth or seventh shop down and which had women's clothes hanging on it.
Andrea stopped for breath and grabbed the closet thing she could and then ran further down until she came to a dark and dusty alleyway where was sure she'd be out of sight.
She wasted no time in getting changed into the, still wet, black dress that she had stolen.
The dress hung too big on her malnourished and slightly underweight frame and the floor length chiffon skirt had to be ripped, as it was too long and to eliminate the problem of tripping over.
"Exaresco." Andrea waved the wand over her damp dress to dry it, until the end of her dress had began to emit smoke. Her new wand was going to take time to get used to.
After checking that the area was clear, Andrea moved on down the area when she came to a large garbage bin behind a shop. Starving, she grabbed whatever scraps of food she could find. Sticking her hands through the garbage, she also found a scrunched up old newspaper, she pulled it out and almost fell back when she saw the small picture on the front.
An image of her father, Bartemius Crouch Senior, gazed up at her with tired and worn eyes, as he stood beside a plump man, whom she didn't recognize, from under the headline; RECORD CROWDS EXPECTED FOR CUP FINAL. Curious as always Andrea read on:
Bartemius Crouch Sr, Head of the Department of International Magical Cooperation, and Ludo Bagman, Head of the Department of Magical Games and Sports, are to meet with officials from Ireland and Bulgaria to help plan security measures for the Quidditch World Cup Final, to be held on 22nd August, as record numbers are expected to attend from all over the world.
Located on a deserted more near the Cherry Fields Muggle campgrounds, lots of tight security measures are expected to be put in place to keep Muggles away from the stadium.
Before she could finish reading, Andrea heard footsteps coming her way so she hurried away and went to hide behind the next building, but stopped moving when the footsteps stopped and she thought she heard a familiar voice speak.
Chapter 3: Chapter 3
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"Master Barty is being well behaved, Master Crouch." A high-pitched, feminine voice whispered.
'Winky?' Andrea thought to herself. She'd recognize the voice of her family's house-elf anywhere, although she was surprised that her father kept her employed for all these years.
"I suppose so." Another familiar voice huffed.
Andrea's eyes widened when she realized whom that voice belongs to. She peaked her head around the corner of the building just enough to see who Winky was speaking to.
As expected, Winky was standing in a dark alleyway, faced towards where Andrea was standing. Standing stiff and upright in front of Winky, was a man with parted short grey hair and wearing all black.
'Father.' Andrea's initial contemplation had been right.
"What's your point with this Winky?" Crouch asked impatiently. Andrea noticed that his voice seemed a bit more worn out than it used to be, though it had always been considerably stressed out.
"Master Barty likes Quidditch. Winky thinks that Master Crouch should let Master Barty see the World Cup." Winky's voice shook as she spoke.
'What does she mean Master Barty?' Andrea wondered why Winky was asking if her father could see the World Cup. She had to be speaking about her father. The only other Barty Andrea knew was dead.
"If he remains well-behaved up until the day of the Cup, then, and only then, I'll make my decision." Crouch said.
"Winky is sure Master Barty will be on Master Barty's best behaviour."
Suddenly, strident footsteps could be heard coming down towards where Crouch and Winky were standing.
"Oh, Mr Crouch." A deep voice spoke. "We'd hate to alarm you sir, but Andrea Crouch was spotted in the Leaky Cauldron not too long ago."
"What?" Crouch sounded worried. "And you let her go?" He began to sound angry.
"Two Hit Wizards were contacted, but they let her go. She stole the bartender's wand and destroyed part of the Cauldron."
"We think she's still somewhere in Diagon Alley." Another man spoke.
"Well, what are you waiting for then?" Crouch exclaimed, getting more and more irritated. "Shouldn't you all be out looking for her?"
"Yes. But you should probably get away from here sir. You aren't safe here." The first man said.
"All right." Crouch huffed.
Andrea suddenly saw him turn and about to make his way over to where she was. Instead of just standing there, she stumbled away and out of site. But she couldn't help looking back and pondering what she had just heard.
She didn't see it for herself, but she heard other inmates talk about how Barty had died, shortly after their mother came to see him. Andrea didn't even realize, at the time, that her parents came to Azkaban whilst she was incarcerated, and if anything about that whole situation could break Andrea it was the fact that her family never came to visit her, but they had visited Barty. It hurt her to have to hear from other inmates that her family had visited Azkaban.
She kept thinking back to what Winky had said. Why would she ask if Barty could go to the Cup? He's dead. Even if he weren't dead, wouldn't he still be in Azkaban? And why would he want to go to the Cup? Andrea couldn't help but think that there would be more to it then the fact that he likes Quidditch.
She walked past a few more buildings before she could see through a broadly parted alleyway what looked like Knockturn Alley. She could see similarly gangly witches and wizards, all dressed in black, and a shop for giant rats and insects.
She walked further into the alleyway and saw Borgin and Burkes on the other side of the street.
Thinking Borgin and Burkes was one of the few shops she could go into without gaining suspicious stares Andrea walked across the street and entered the shop.
"Hello?" Andrea's voice muffled through her scarf. There appeared to be no one in the store.
"What?" Someone from the back of the store yelled. A man came out from where Andrea had heard the voice and walked to the front counter.
"Are you Borgin or Burke?" She asked, her voice becoming increasingly husky and thin from the lack of water.
"Borgin." He answered shortly, seemingly insulted. "What do you want?"
"What exactly do you sell here?" Andrea looked around the dimly lit store as she walked closer to the counter. Andrea had never been inside Borgin and Burkes and had only heard stories about the store, so she wasn't really sure about what to expect.
"Who's asking?" Borgin questioned warily, sizing Andrea up.
At that moment, Andrea drew out her wand and brought it to his jaw line. She then pulled the scarf down to reveal her face.
"I'm asking." She said.
"Andrea Crouch." Borgin shook as he spoke. Andrea pursed her lips and nodded. "Big supporter." He pointed to himself. "What can I do for you?"
"I'm not to sure what you can do for me. Do you have any food?" She stabbed the wand further into his jaw as though it were a knife. "Non-poisonous food?"
Borgin shook his head. "Not unless you eat human bones or snake scales." He shrugged. "We have Firewhiskey though. Pure Firewhiskey. It'll burn your throat, but it'll fill you up."
"Where is it?"
"Near the front window." Borgin pointed to the shelf stacked with dusty, red glass bottles.
"I'll get it on my way out." Andrea said. "Do you know anything about what happened to my brother?" She asked suddenly.
Borgin's eyebrows furrowed. "You mean Barty Jr? Well, he's dead isn't he?"
"That's what I thought too. How did he die?"
"I don't know. All I heard was that he died shortly after a visit from his mum. Then she died not too long afterwards."
Andrea's eyes suddenly started to water. "My mother died?" She thought to herself. Her throat started to become sore as she tried to hold back tears.
"Yeah," Borgin answered, "she was pretty sick apparently. Crouch, I mean your father, had to practically carry her out of Azkaban." He spoke about her mother's death as though it was just any piece of gossip.
Andrea cleared her throat and abruptly changed the subject. "You wouldn't happen to have any Portkeys for the World Cup would you?"
A grin appeared on Borgin's face. "Tons." He answered. "The pillows over there are all Portkeys set from ten o'clock in the morning 'til six o'clock at night on the 21st of August." He nodded his head towards a pile of stained pillows in the corner of the store.
Andrea cringed at the state of the pillows, not wanting to imagine what those stains were from. She then turned to Borgin, squinting her eyes at him in disbelief. "Are you lying?"
"No, no. Witches and wizards who have been banned from visiting the Cup order Portkeys and I make them. I'm very good at it, if I shall say so myself. The Ministry can't detect them that way."
Andrea was still apprehensive. "If I find out you're lying to me, I'll come straight back here." She threatened, sticking the wand even further into his face. "And don't even think about contacting the Ministry, either."
"Look around you," Borgin waved his hands around at the store and laughed, "do you really think I'd risk speaking to the Ministry?"
Andrea smiled dryly. "Do you have any bags?" She inquired, again changing the topic.
Borgin nodded and handed her a large brown burlap bag, that was covered in some sort of hair, from under the counter.
"Thank you." Andrea cooed as she grabbed the bag.
She then moved away from the counter but kept her eye on Borgin as she grabbed some Firewhiskey bottles and quickly, but carefully, placed them in the bag. She then walked over to the pillows and shoved one into the bag, where it fit just enough so that only the top of the pillow stuck out.
"Thank you once again for your hospitality." Andrea said mockingly before putting her scarf back over her face and leaving the store.