#bartmione

Azkaban Hospital (for the criminally insane)

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Tagging @katsitting and @clavasbalas because they asked the same.

Azkaban Hospital is a fic I will eventually write and gift to @auroratellsstories.

It’s a choose your own bangventure inspired by @dillpicklepanic’s choose your own adventure tomione. (She’s also agreed to help me if I need it—I will lmao)

Hermione will become an orderly at a hospital with psych patients who have been convicted of violent crimes. (Got the idea from shutter island)

There will be four pairings: Tomione, Sirimione, Antomione, Bartmione (depends on what path you choose)

•Doctor Riddle got caught doing some shady shit and was committed

•Sirius Black was committed because of brutally killing his best friend and his family

•Antonin Dolohov tortured prisoners of war so he is ex military 😩😩🔥🔥

•Barty’s father send him there because he thought his son was mad and didn’t want him to taint his run for a political campaign

Here’s a graphic I made and a lil outline and some fancast for the first chapters.

Value and Worth, Chapter 8

She’s back in the hallway again. This time her hair is long like it used to be, and he takes advantage of it. He twirls a lock and gently presses it against his nose, inhaling deeply. She feels as if currents travel along the hair and into her, spreading from her head and down her spine.

He smirks when he spots how red she’s grown from the action. To find that she is watching him.

He leans in and caresses her cheek. “You want me close, don’t you?”

“No,” she says, her tremble revealing her words for the lies they were.

Barty smirked. “Oh really? Then how come I can do this to you?”

And then he kisses her. Only this time, she doesn’t pull away. This time his lips travel down, licking and biting her neck and it feels amazing, her knees go weak and all she wants is to pull him closer . . .

Hermione wakes with a scream.

Value and Worth, Chapter 7

The days continued in silence. And much like it had before, it unnerved her.

Hermione didn’t know what it was that she had done, what had triggered this behaviour in Barty. Something had been wrong with him since before she had come back, she was sure of it. She just wasn’t sure what.

Thankfully, he was no longer staring at her the way he had done when she’d first come back. That was something at least. Instead, he’d simply been held up in his room. Something in her mind had convinced him not to be angry with her, for which she was grateful. But that didn’t mean he wasn’t still upset.

And that was the one thing Hermione was sure of. That he was still upset, that was.

She sighed and glanced at her pocket watch once more. The seconds ticked away and she was going back home after a weeks stay, but that was still twenty-five hours away. A lot could happen in twenty-five hours.

Another spoon of sugar in her coffee and a stir and Hermione sipped in silence.

Silence again . . .

Value and Worth, Chapter 6

One would think that having worked for an entire month without a moment of reprieve would drive anyone to bed with a good book for the next year or so, but Hermione Granger had never been known for taking time off. In fact, there were rumours she’d never so much as had a sick day in the seven years she’d worked for the Ministry. She was a model employee in that sense, also while being effective and thorough with her work, not afraid to stay late for the right cause. It wasn’t just duty that bound her, it was passion. But unfortunately, that passion had brought forth undesired behaviour as well as desired.

If she found there was justice to be served, she’d do her very best to ensure it was. No matter who stood in her way. It had gained her allies as well as enemies. Which was why she was careful making certain no one saw her sneak down to the archives—specifically, the section handling registered and imprisoned Death Eaters.

Value and Worth, Chapter 5

He’d made a fool of her. Again.

Hermione knew that Barty hadn’t meant what he’d said the other day, about fancying her. She knew, and she had known it at the time, and still she had let the shock of hearing him say those words affect her. Honestly, fancy—what were they? Twelve?

Hermione flipped another page of her tome, attempting to drown out her own embarrassment with facts pertaining Werewolf laws. Laws that enraged her enough to forget other things.

Value and Worth, Chapter 4

Harry James Potter was a good Auror. At least, he was the only one within his rank to ever have taken down a Dark Lord at the age of seventeen.

Ron had done it as well of course, but since he had quit to help George out in the shop, Harry owned the title for himself. And, as a good Auror, Harry could sense the shift in mood at his workplace.

A select few of his colleagues had been assigned a new project—a secret project. One that prohibited them to disclose any or all information about their orders. This wasn’t unusual, he himself had been tasked with missions no one but his superiors and partner could learn. However, there was no denying that it was different this time, and what got Harry’s attention was the fact that these colleagues . . .sent him looks. Looks that differed from the regular ‘look it’s the Boy Who Lived!’ whispers they usually accompanied. 

Perhaps it was all due to Harry’s imagination, but Harry had been getting these new looks for a month. Which was approximately the same amount of time as Hermione had disappeared for her new research.

Value and Worth by Primrue

Through ways no one knows, Bartemius Crouch Jr is back. His soul was returned to his body and now people want to know how. Hermione is tasked to find out the answer, but will her time spent with the former Death Eater really get her any closer to the truth, or will it only serve to make her realise something about herself instead?

Barty carefullytreaded through the dark, dank hallways beneath Malfoy Manor, being quiet asthe mice that accompanied him. It was a habit of late: going down to thecellar. But Barty didn’t mind. Nor did he mind being quiet. There was a prizeat the end and he would pay whatever it took to get to it.

The otherprisoners were long since gone, having been transferred into the ownership of otherDeath Eaters or killed for disobedience. It had been very fast, the destructionof the Order. Resistance had always been futile of course, but nevertheless,Barty had expected more out of them. Foolish.

But not her. No,not her. She still resisted.

The Dark Lord hadkept the Mudblood as a pet for himself. She amused him, he said. Made himremember that there was still work to be done, dirt to get rid of. But Bartyknew better. He knew his Lord saw what he saw.

Fire.

She had so much ofit. It had been clear to him ever since she’d bitten Dolohov’s ear off. Theblood had seeped down her mouth and she’d glared at them all with so muchferocity he was surprised they’d been left standing. Then, just as the othersraised their wands and prepared to send her to her death, their Lord hadlaughed.

‘Let her be,’ he’d said, ‘we’llcrush her spirit instead. It’ll be worse than killing her. And far more entertaining.’

But it had been ayear now and her spirit was very much intact. No matter how many Crucios theythrew her way.

Barty finally reachedher cell and took out his wand.

“Lumos.”

The girl immediatelystartled out of her sleep, her shackles rattling as she shied away from thelight. She pressed up against the wall, tucking her body close.

“It’s just me,” Bartysaid, stepping inside. The closer he got, the more she backed away, even thoughthere was no more room to escape to. She was cornered. Foolish girl.

Barty kneeleddown, taking in as much of her as he could. He observed the marks on her armsand the bruises on her face, as well as the dirty hair he remembered used to beso curly and full of life. But it was none of that that he was here to see.Gently, he moved a few locks of hair and placed them behind her ear, before steering her chin up to face him.

“Look at me,” he demanded. Hermione Granger lifted her eyes and met his gaze, her brown eyes ablazewith hatred and disgust.

“I dreamt aboutyou last night,” Barty continued, his tongue flicking out to brush the cornerof his mouth. “Again.”

She said nothing.

He bared histeeth. “That it, is it? You still have nothing to say? After all I’m doing foryou! No one else speaks with you, no one else dares defy our Lord’s orders tosee you …” He inched closer, so close that his breath intermingled withhers. If he wanted, he could take her for himself, right here, right now. He’dthought about it. Several times. But …

Barty swallowed. “Whywon’t you look at me the way you look at him?”

Hermione’s hatefullook subsided. She scoffed. “You’re absolutely insane.”

The slap echoedand Barty scolded himself when he came to again and saw her sprawled on thefloor from the impact. He stood up and tugged at his hair.

‘Don’t break your toys if you want to keepplaying with them,’ his mother’s voice said.

“Shut up!” hesnarled.

Hermione rose intositting position again. She spat out some blood and wiped the rest off with theback of her hand. “That was pathetic,” she laughed. “You have nothing on him. YourLord is far more imaginative with his punishments.” She looked at him again,but this time her gaze was filled with that thing his inner demons had yearnedand pleaded for him to get, no matter the cost. But it wasn’t his. It still wasn’t his. “He took everythingaway from me. He ruined my life. Trust me when I say that there’s nothing youcould do to make me feel that way about you too.”

“Lies,” Bartygrowled.

“Not lies,” saidHermione, matter-of-factly. “Truth. And it will be true until the day one ofyou kills me.”

“Then I won’t letthem kill you.”

Hermione blinkedand Barty could tell she was as surprised as he was by the declaration. “You don’thave that power.”

Barty recovered,pleased that something he said had got to her. “Then I’ll get it.” He left herstaring at his back, thinking about the new plan forming in his head.

He’d give HermioneGranger the world again. And then …then he’d take it away.