#a confused barty

Hearing the approaching feet of Regulus, Barty stuck his head out of the kitchen, and stopped in his tracks as it wasn’t Regulus he saw. Or more accurately, it looked like a younger-much younger version of Regulus. Taking a deep breath, Barty walked out of the kitchen properly to come closer to the panicking child. First goal: calm him down, and answer any question. Yeah, this would be possible. “I’m Barty Crouch, we’re friends. You’re at our-my house. And your parents are at Grimauld Place.”