A chuckle broke through Barty’s angry exterior, amusement swimming vividly in his eyes. He knew the girl holding him at wand point was the Chosen One, Savior of the Wizarding World, the ever so famous Girl-Who-Lived. Her scar gave her identity away so easily; it was why he attacked in the first place. He thought that his Master would be pleased with him if he captured the girl for him, but she was...different from what he had originally believed. Maybe Ashley Potter wasn’t as light as Dumbledore wanted...