Their love burned bright like the stars in the sky. Brilliant and beautiful.

It's too bad the stars are all dead when the light hits our eyes.

a/n: this is book three. What am I doing with my life?

You're probably wondering why the fuck anyone would write a fanfic about Barty Crouch, Jr., but here i am!

So, if you haven't read the first two books in this series (they aren't long, you'll be able to binge-read no problem!), you'll be hella confused. I highly suggest going over to my page and reading both Reaching Out and Holding On in that order because you can't just jump into a trilogy at the end people!

In this fic, Barty boy is not the love interest—he's the father (that was a spoiler for those who haven't read the other two books, whoops lol). The actual love interest is Neville Longbottom, but because I wanted this trilogy to focus more on the love between children and their parents, I've put him in the title. So there you go.

That's about all you have to know. Thank you for reading.