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Who's got you?	By : JessiKillyLover Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1054 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the 'Harry Potter' and 'Twilight' characters. And I'm not making money out of it.

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Summary:
Son and father face each other, then it's carnaage time and Barty displays his new power ;P
Notes:
warning:
this is a dark story, 'Evil Wins' style, in this chapter at some point there will be a massacre and you may not agree with some victims that I have chosen, but I had to look at the whole story from Barty CJ’s perspective >;P

thank you somuch for reading the previous parts ^^

II (II): Hello, father!

Meanwhile Aro, Jane, Alec and a large group of other followers, who until then had mingled with the participants without drawing attention, revealed their presence.
General panic ensued in the whole tribunal.
Dumbledore was the only one quick enough to apparate, taking Potter with him.
Aro immediately rushed towards Moody, he had a long unfinished business with him.
"Stay away from me, you filthy creature!" snarled the Auror, about to cast a SectumSempra against him as it could behead him, but the millennial vampire was far quicker than him, snatching his wand from his hand and breaking it in front of his eyes… at least in front of the only normal one left.
"Fourteen years ago you prevented my puppy from escaping and put him in jail. This is not something I can forgive you," Aro said phlegmatically, before biting his neck with blind fury.

The others were busy as well and the now eternally young Barty would soon join the party, but first he had a priority.
“You, wretch, what the hell have you done? What have you become? " the judge rose from his chair, backing away.
He didn't even try to ask for help, he knew that no one would save him, everyone was too busy trying to fight for their own survival.
Yet the hellish thing that looked like his son didn't seem to be in a hurry.
"Aren't you happy for me, dad ?" he said that last word with all possible sarcasm. "I finally have one thing that you don't even know what it means: a family."
"Don’t talk like that!" the old man shouted.
"Oh, shouldn’t I? Isn't it only your fault what is happening? Think about it, it would have taken so little: playing with me sometimes when I asked you as a child, come and see at least one of my Quidditch matches, I was quite good, you know? Or tell me at least a 'Very good, son, I'm proud of you' with all the O.W.L.s I have obtained with so much study, commitment and self-sacrifice, those values that are so important to you ... "
" Barty, I ... "the other tried to answer, with broken voice.
“You were never there, but someone else was and oooooh, He gave me so much, He made me feel accepted, valued, appreciated. My Dark Lord is the father I never had and much, so much more, ” the vampire hurt him, more than he could have done later.
"But to put your work first, that's why you were always there, to send your son to Azkaban , have him tormented by the Dementors ..."
"But I also saved you!" his father raised his voice, regaining a certain grit.
Barty laughed contemptuously.
"You?! No, my mother saved me, my beloved mother whom you almost killed with your decisions, giving her heartbreak, you only allowed her to fulfill the last wish of the few remaining days of her life. And then how were you going to save me? Imprisoning me for years in my own house, driving me mad with loneliness, beyond the few moments that you allowed Winki to visit me, leaving me still, silent and invisible to everyone, depriving me of everything but breathing to spend the time? " he accused him, before drawing out the wand he had kept well hidden. " Crucio ."
It was only a whisper, but that was enough for the old man to fall to the ground, suffering the most excruciating pain.
"I'm still a Death Eater, let me have some old-fashioned fun first," he explained, continuing the torture. "CRUCIO."
The intensity increased, as did the poor man's cries, which soon tired his executioner.
He raised his wand, ending the curse, then lifted his father, with one hand, holding him by the neck, without his feet touching the floor.
“You know, father, this new me has a very special power: I can know the greatest fear of my victims, I just need to look at them. And now I know that yours is that your son would never be able to forgive you. " he revealed, running his tongue over his sharp canines.
The old wizard nodded desperately, panic stricken.
"Draw your own conclusions!" he growled, before sinking his fangs into his neck, draining him in a few minutes, and then tossing the corpse to the ground.

"How do you feel, puppy?" Aro hugged him from behind.
He had been watching him for a while.
"Avenged." Barty grinned, turning to kiss him. "And I owe all of this to you."
"I couldn't have made a more worthy addition to our family." his Sire smiled, taking out a handkerchief to wipe all the blood from his face.
He could have licked it directly but he was still a lover of bon ton and some things needed the proper privacy.
"In the meantime, I took care of a couple of business with the one who has hindered you and also with the one who has been a spy, something so vile and deplorable ... and guess what? His blood tasted too much of vodka!" Aro made him laugh.
Meanwhile Barty had also caught the first reference.
"I would have liked to see you drinking that bloody Auror, I'm just sorry I couldn't figure out what his greatest fear was... maybe losing the other good eye too!" he laughed with Aro.
“What do you say, puppy? Shall we go and let you experience your power a little more? "
Barty nodded, thrilled.
So he discovered that a Minister of Magic was afraid of water, he just had to throw an Aguamenti and he had the feeling of drowning, another was terrified by the flames, he just needed to create a fiery circle with a Incendio spell and his victim panicked so much he ended among the flames. Another had a phobia of snakes, with a simple Accio Barty turned his nightmare into reality.
Now that he had discovered a new way to kill, Barty felt more excited than a child in a toy store.
And Aro perhaps did more than him.
"With you, Barty, I will be able to discover the Cullens’ weaknesses or fight any other enemy clan, what a precious treasure I’ve collected this time!" he smiled through toothy teeth, including his pointy canines, before kissing him.
Jane and Alec joined them too.
"That horrible woman all dressed in pink looked so sour and instead her blood was as sweet as honey," the vampiress commented, licking her fingers with the last remnants. "That journalist instead ... I was expecting something more succulent, instead she had an almost tasteless blood."
"Like her articles that she swelled out of proportion, but which actually were just thin air!" Barty made her smile.
But she would smile at him for whatever he said to her. Now that he was one of them and she had seen his new power, mixed with his dark magic, she was even more attracted to him, even though she knew very well what her limits were.
"Sister, I don't understand your obsession with such elderly victims!" Alec snorted. "I found myself a pretty good young boy, his blood so full of promises and hopes ... now gone!" he laughed cruelly, casting one last glance at his victim.
Looking in the same direction Barty realized who it was.
"As far as I know, he had become my father's protégé ..." he said, with a certain melancholy tone.
Aro took his face in his hands to make him look at him.
"Don’t think about it. Now you are my protégé. " he murmured, stroking his hair.
Barty recovered from that small moment of weakness as soon as he saw who was left of the few survivors: Cornelius Fudge was crawling among the corpses, trying to get out of there.
The Death Eater stepped in front of him, but looking at him he figured out that he shouldn't have done anything to him.
He curled up to him, putting his lips to his ear.
"Oh yes, the Dark Lord is among us again, more alive and powerful than ever, I’m going to let you live only so that He can take care of you directly when He comes to get you, soon ... and you will regret that I didn’t kill you now." he whispered, leaving him shivering, gone as white as a sheet.
Aro pulled Barty to himself.
“Come on, puppy, let's get out of here, it's time to get your wand back. “ he filled him with expectations.
“Thanks to the spell you created to disguise us, no one will notice that we shine when we’re hit by the rays of the sun,” Alec told him; that was his way of complimenting him and Barty just nodded.
"And anyway, after picking your wand, we will be headed to a place that hasn’t seen the sun for a long time, even if I don't jump for joy to go back through those dirty, damp and ratty corridors." Jane rolled her ruby eyes.
"We're going to free quite a few people, which your Dark Lord will certainly be happy about." Alec informed him.
Barty turned to Aro.
"Are we really going to get all the prisoners out of Azkaban ?" he asked, thinking mainly of his friend and rival who had been there for years.
"Of course, a little surprise that I allowed myself to plan for Voldemort, he doesn't expect it," Aro winked at him. "Other vampires have already gone there, led by Marcus and Caius, but an extra hand never hurts."
Barty nodded, but then frowned.
Aro didn’t even have to establish a contact with him, he had already guessed what was troubling him.
“You will see him again, I promise you. Just not right now. Once we’re done in Azkaban you will come with me to Volterra , I have some unfinished business. But you can believe me, Barty, you are not leaving Hogwarts forever, nor are you leaving Him. " he heartened him.
"Aro?"
"Yes, puppy?"
"I don't think I've thanked you enough yet."
The millennial vampire smiled at him winking.
"In Volterra we will have plenty of time for that too and certainly not on a squalid cot!"
TBC

Notes:
Yes because they have won, there will be another chapter, because my beloved Barty deserves it to see his Dark Lord (a certain Dark Witch will see him long before him, but oh well, that's the way it has to go ^^ ') ... and then a little more needs to be explained;)
The father-son comparison is the moment that was most exciting to write, I hope you enjoyed it.
As for the victims, aside from Moody and Barty CS who were the ones reported, the other hints referred to Igor Karkarof, Dolores Umbridge, Rita Skeeter and Percy Weasley (and I love Percy, really, without a doubt my favorite Weasley ... but I'm sorry, I love Barty much more!) ... three Ministers of magic with their related phobias (by the way, do you like Barty's power?;)) instead they are totally random XD
Feel free to tell me whatever you want, but, pleease, do.
Not in this site, due to the lower rating, lol, but I assure you that in other areas I can also write about a much fluffier Barty XD
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