After reaching shore, Voldemort roughly seized Barty Crouch Jr. by the collar and dragged him out of the cave.
The icy stone walls, the biting air, the suffocating sensation from being dragged by his collar, and the darkness gradually receding were Barty Crouch Jr.'s final memories before he lost consciousness.
His awareness did not sink into complete darkness. Instead, it drifted through a haze, rising and falling until he "woke"...
He found himself in a familiar yet detested study, within the home he called the "Crouch prison."
This immediately made him realize that the potion in that stone basin was far more terrifying than he had imagined, and its effects lasted much longer.
It was practically a vicious curse, tirelessly dragging him back into nightmares from the past, replaying again and again the scenes he most wanted to escape.
For Barty Crouch Jr., this curse was simply too horrifying. It had recreated this study he despised beyond measure... so vividly that it filled him with unbearable pain.
He tried desperately to leave, but remained powerless. No matter what he did, he could only accomplish one thing—make every detail of the study clearer.
"Damn it! Let me out!" he cursed, his gaze sweeping over the book-filled shelves, over the desk where he had once practiced Transfiguration, before finally settling on the wall with the fireplace.
The moment he looked above the fireplace, he froze.
Since when had such a large stretch of space above the fireplace contained nothing but a single gold frame?
In his memories, that space should have displayed Barty Crouch Sr.'s various honors, with a tapestry depicting the Crouch family crest hanging in the center.
Yet in this dream, Barty Crouch Sr.'s certificates of honor and the tapestry bearing the Crouch family crest had vanished, leaving only a