Delilah Pierce didn't have the best home life, and when in school she tended to blend in with the crowd. She didn't mind it though, she was perfectly content with her 2 friends and her brother.
But what happens when she comes back to her six year a...
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I've been walking for an hour, and there's still no sign of Barty.
Im beyond concerned, the worry is about five seconds away from eating me alive.
I Make a turn into one of the corridors of the second floor - something told me to check here again. I halt when I hear grunts and panting coming from Moaning myrtle's Bathroom. At first, I though there were people having sex, but when the sound of a bone breaking and a scream reached my ears, I decide to cheek what it was.
A gasp left my lips the moment I laid my eyes on the scene before me. Barty had a guy pinned to the wall as he breathed heavily, his knuckled were bruised and bloody and the guy on the wall looked even worse.
His face was covered in blood, his head lulled from side to side as if he had no control over it, and I'm pretty sure I see a tooth on the floor.
"Bartemius Cecilia Crouch! What in the living fuck are you doing!" I screamed at him wide eyed, making his eyes snap to me in surprise.
The guy he was holding up drops to the ground when Barty's grip on his neck loosens. I hurry over to the guy and wordlessly cast 'Scourgify' on him to clean off the blood on his face.
His nose was broken and bleeding again, his lip was split open, he had a black eye, and a cut over his eyebrow that definitely needed stitches. I didn't recognize him, he had brown hair and Slytherin robes. I don't know his eye color since one is bruised shut and he's unconscious.
I stand up and turn to Barty, putting my only available hand on my hip as I stare at him sternly. "You better have a good explanation"
Barty touches his bruised cheek with a hiss before dropping his hand. "He was talking about bad you and Regulus"
I look down at the guy before dropping my hand from my hip. "What did he say?"
"Something about Reg being a fag and you being a whore for hanging out around so many guys" He mumbled, looking down at his bloodied knuckles.
I walked over to him and and run my hand over his knuckles, watching as they heal one by one as my hand passes over them. The perks of being advanced in magic.
"Thank you" He mumbles, watching his knuckles.
I don't answer him, just grab his hand and pull him with me - stepping over the unconscious body on the floor to reach the sink. I open the tap and clean the blood off his hands, then clean mine.
Once I'm done, I face him and huff before wrapping my free arm around him. "Don't go around beating people people to death, I don't want you to get expelled"
