In the most guarded cell of the whole Azkaban sits a man, tongue flicking as he manically gazes around the tiny, stone room, a thick set of bars keeping him away from the whole wide world around him. After spending a whole year as a professor in disguise at Hogwarts and aiding to the arrival of the Dark lord, Barty Crouch junior has finally been caught.

And there you are, clutching a binder to your chest, ignoring all the voices that scream insults at you, as you approach your new patient. Apparently, you are the only person in the whole Ministry of Magic who is willing to speak to the death eater and find out as much information about the Dark lord as possible.

But it is still Barty Crouch, despite the heavy metal cuffs on his hands, who could probably kill you within seconds. So when you're finally locked in the cell with him, alone, your knees tremble. And Barty, unsurprisingly, senses your nervouseness.

"Cute."

A simple chuckle leaves his mouth as he eyes you up and down. You're young. Way too young and pretty to be here. Looking all too posh in your fancy dress, and yet scared like a schoolgirl. He finds you utterly hilarious.

"I could eat you for dinner."