I Will Follow You Into The Dark || Jegulus

23. You're Not Welcome

Barty and Evan were not public. They never could be. Being purebloods in Slytherin. It was not a good combination, queers and hate filled lunatics. The Black and Malfoy families were the most terrifying to most people, but they were not the least of their worries.

Barty walked into the common room alone, Regulus was busy tutoring Potter, and Evan was off doing merlin knows what with Pandora and Dorcas. He was just going to his dorm to grab something and go off to find his friends, but he was stopped by Mulciber, Avery, and Snape - who seemed less confrontational than the other two.

They were all sixth years, a year above Barty, not much older, but terrifying nonetheless.

Before anyone even says anything, Barty reaches for his wand, only for it to be snatched out of his hand from Snape, who circled behind him when he was distracted with the other two.

"What do you guys want?" Barty asks, taking deep breaths and keeping his voice steady. He was ready to start bartering, putting on his politician voice just like his father, anything not to face the wrath of whatever anger was pointed toward him this week.

He did a lot of things to piss off his housemates. He got called gay for being seen "cuddling Potter in the corridors" one night, but he was able to pass it off with only a black eye from Avery.

"So, Crouch. Word has it that you got a little boyfriend." Mulcuber stepped forward, a devious smirk on his face.

"Oh great, is this about Potter again? I haven't even seen the oaf since that night. I hate him just as much as you do." Barty said casually, but he didn't feel casual at all. He had no sense of security, no wand, no friends. Nothing.

Where was everyone?

"Oh no, Crouch. This is about you and Rosier. How did you manage to contaminate that one?" Avery asks. "Oh, imagine what will happen once his parents find out! Do you think they will kick him out of school? Disown him? Kill him?" Avery smirked at Mulciber.

"Don't you dare." Barty said before realizing he walked right into a trap.

"So you two are shagging? Mulciber stepped forward again, far too close to Barty. Wand up against his throat.

"What? No! Of course not - that's - that's disgusting!" He closed his eyes, waiting for something to happen.

"Oh but you two were making out on new years, are my sources wrong?" Mulcuber asks in a far too innocent voice.

Before Barty could think of a response, or even think about what he was doing, Mulciber was on the ground, and Avery was fumbling to grab his wand. Snape didn't seem to care much, but he held up Barty's wand defensively.

Barty wanted his wand, but Avery was the biggest threat, so he went right for him, but Avery cast a body binding spell before Barty could get close enough.

"Oh, that was quite the show you just put on" Mulciber laughed, "You're lucky Avery only cast a body binding on you, he could have you tortured right here, writhing on the floor. Wouldn't that be funny?" He asked. Barty couldn't speak. He didn't know what was cast on him afterward, but he couldn't move, and couldn't speak.

"We still could." Avery suggested.

"That would take out all the fun though. Let's wait until everyone finds out about this little faggot fest, and then we'll do something about it." He smirked, and the last thing Barty saw was Mulcuber's foot, then everything went black.

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Evan stayed out late talking with Dorcas and Pandora. They were out in the grounds watching the sunset and making flower crowns. Or rather Pandora and Dorcas were and Evan was copying them and failing terribly.

"Why couldn't Barty join us?" Evan asked sadly. He didn't get to spent too much time with Barty just being themselves. There was always someone nearby, stopping them.

"You haven't gone on any real dates with him. We wanted to help plan something." Pandora said.

"There's nowhere we could go for a date." Evan mumbled, his hands shaking as he tried to wrap the flowers around each other, but he only ended up creasing the stem, ultimately killing them.

"Oh but there is." Dorcas smiled. "Me and Pandora found this room when we were wandering..."

Evan listened intently as the girls told him about this room that only appeared if you needed it, and would give you whatever room you needed for that purpose. The room of requirements. Evan thought it was only an old legend. If it was real, surely everyone would know about it.

"You have to show me!" Evans flowers crown completely unraveled for the fourth time, but he didn't care. He was already standing, and he wanted to see this room and show Barty.

The girls gladly led the way through the mostly empty halls. It was nearly curfew by now, but that hardly mattered.

Once they got to it, they stopped. "Uhm, I hate to spoil your fun, but this is an empty wall." Evan said.

"Evan, think about something you want. The room will only appear with intent." Pandora told him, and he thought of stargazing. Being near the astronomy tower, he couldn't help, and immediately a door appeared.

Inside it led to a beautiful, cozy planetarium. Above him was all the stars in the sky, and on the floor, cozy chairs were scattered around.

"We have to go find Barty" Evan grinned and practically sprinted to the common room. Pandora and Dorcas ran to keep up, but fell behind. Evan made it to the door and entered the common room, but once he made it inside, he saw a horrible sight.

Barty was on the floor, sprawled out in a puddle of blood.

Fuck. Fuck. No...

"Barty!" Evan ran over, throwing himself onto Barty's stiff body. He rolled him onto his back. Barty's nose looked broken. His face completely beaten, bruises littering his beautiful body...

Whoever did this was going to pay.

With tears rolling down his face, Evan picked up Barty, and struggled to carry him to the hospital wing. Eventually he made it, and almost collapsed under Bartys weight once he entered.

"Oh my, what happened?" A fight this late at night?" Madame Pomfrey asked.

"I don't know. I got to the common room and it was empty, he was on the floor. Please he's not moving, he won't wake up." Evan sobbed.

"Here, let's get him in a bed, then I will have to summon your head of house." Madame Pomfrey explained. She took out her wand and levitated Barty to a Bed, then went to see what was wrong. Evan sat in a chair, bouncing his leg faster than he thought possible. What happened? Who would do this and why?

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Omg guys my bf read this fic. I told him ab the marauders and the delusions that created this fandom, and he said he read some random fic (I could have given him a way better rec) then he noticed I wrote one so he read it, so hello if you're reading this omg :))