Barty had first noticed you the very first night he came to Hogwarts as Mad-Eye Moody. You’re two years older than your younger brother, Draco Malfoy, so Barty had obviously known you before he was sent to Azkaban. Though you look more like your aunt, Bellatrix. Jet black untamed hair, and dark brown eyes that could kill a man. You were three so you have minimal memories of him.

It took him about a week to figure out you know he wasn’t Mad-Eye, and that you in-fact knew he was using Poly Juice Potion. He didn’t understand why you hadn’t told anyone yet, so he cornered you in his office and asked. You had told him you overheard your parents talking during the summer, and didn’t say anything because it wasn’t your place. In truth, you were for your brother. You didn’t care much about yourself or your parents, who you’ve grown to resent over the years. But telling someone could risk Voldemort finding out and punishing your family.

Professor ‘Moody’ started giving you tutoring lessons after school. After a while he started to open up about his years in school, about his father and how deadly he loved his mother. And slowly, Barty to fall in love with the girl that would sit with him for hours and not judge him. The one who was kind to him, and hadn’t shown a flicker of fear or disgust.

Your parents had, naturally, made you go to the Yule Ball with some rich pompous ass. Only because he was a Pureblood though. Barty was jealous of this but couldn’t do anything about it due to the role he was currently playing.

After a very boring first dance you walk over to the refreshment table to grab something to drink. You glance at ‘Professor Moody’ as complimented Harry's socks which are hidden under Harry's robes, which he saw through with his magical eye. Harry’s date, Parvati Patil to call him creepy and say his magical eye shouldn't be allowed in Hogwarts.