Rosekiller

Sixth Year|Thirty-Two|Ah Shit

What could he do?
Should have been a rockstar
But he didn't have the money for a guitar

Sunday, April 24th, 1977

Barty was fine. Totally fine. He wasn't freaking out, not at all. He definitely wasn't insanely worried about Evan.

Evan had gone out on an assignment for the Dark Lord, and hadn't returned all weekend. Regulus kept trying to assure him that he was probably fine, and Evan was on his way back to school.

But Evan didn't come back. He didn't come back until over a week later.

Monday, May 1st, 1977

Barty was having a full on meltdown. Regulus was trying to comfort him, but he was also beginning to freak out. Dorcas and Pandora were also trying to help, but they couldn't do much.

"Barty, hun, it's okay. He'll be back. My brother is strong" Pandora said, trying to take the calm route.

"Barty, seriously, you need to calm the fuck down" Dorcas said, snapping in his face when he started crying again.

"I can't! For fucks sake, Evan is missing and I don't know where the fuck he's at, if he's okay, I don't know anything! Don't tell me to calm the fuck down" Barty yelled, more tears threatening to spill.

"Okay. I'm sorry. But still, you need to relax. There's no proof that Ev isn't okay, I'm sure he's fine" Dorcas tried again and again to assure him, but nothing would convince him that Evan was alright until he saw him in person.

Monday, May 1st, 1977

It was nearly midnight when the dorm door lightly clicked open. Barty laid awake, unable to sleep. He sat up as quick as he humanly could, and jumped towards the door.

Evan was there, holding onto the door the best he could. He was falling, and he was covered in blood. Barty wasn't sure if it was his own or someone else's.

"Oh my Merlin" Barty almost shouted and hurried to help his boyfriend. Evan winced when Barty put his arm over his shoulder.

He kicked Regulus' bedpost as they walked by, waking the boy. "What the fuck?" Regulus asked, and then repeated it louder when he saw Evan.

Regulus, too, got up and helped Ev walk to the bathroom. They sat him down on the edge of the bathtub, Barty held onto him, and Regulus grabbed their muggle first-aid kit (they kept it because Evan always preferred the muggle ways of things).

Regulus sprawled everything out on the counter and started messing with the stuff, while Barty started asking Evan questions.

"Baby, what happened? Who did this? Why did this happen? Why were you gone for so long?" He asked all at once.

"I can't" Evan replied, his voice really hoarse.

"Can't what?"

"Talk"

"Okay. Can I hug you?"

"No"

"Okay. Who's blood is that?"

"A mix of mine and some others" Evan answered. Regulus put a small cotton thing with some clear solution on a cut on Evan's arm, and the blond cringed.

"Sorry, Ev" Regulus quickly apologized. Evan shook his head and Reg did it again. He cleaned up the injuries that weren't under Evan's clothing, and then he said he'd be waiting outside the bathroom with some food and fresh clothing.

Barty stood up and turned around for Evan to undress. He desperately wanted to clean the blood off himself.

"Barty, help" Evan pleaded. Barty turned and almost laughed at the sight.

Evan's shirt had holes in it, and whilst he was trying to take it off, he somehow got his arm to go through one of them.

"Oh, love" Barty smirked and just cut the shirt off with a pair of scissors. "Thanks" Evan said, quietly.

"No problem, baby. D'you need help with anything else?" Barty asked.

"Yeah. Everything" Evan gestured towards himself. "Okay, darling" Barty smiled and helped Evan undress and get in the tub.

Monday, May 1st, 1977

After Barty helped Evan get cleaned up, Barty grabbed the clothes that Regulus had laid out. Evan got dressed, and Barty finished patching him up.

Barty could barely recognize him. He looked so banged up, beaten up, and broken. The last time he'd seen him like that was that time on the train. It honestly made him really sad.

Barty carried Evan out of the bathroom bridal style, much to Regulus' amusement. He placed him carefully on his respective bed and Reg gave him some light foods that they kept stored in the dorm.

Tuesday, May 2nd, 1977

By morning, Evan didn't seem any better. He actually seemed worse. He closed himself off from Barty and Regulus. He kept the curtain around his bed closed and he stayed quiet. He didn't leave the dorm, though.

Barty worried about him. He thought maybe Evan was going through one of his "episodes".

He thought that until Evan suddenly got out of bed that evening and started rambling. He couldn't properly walk or do much, but he could certainly talk  properly by then.

"Barty, D'you think if trees could talk, they'd be called in as witnesses for crimes?" He randomly asked.

"I dunno, maybe? I mean, they've used bloody dogs before, it's likely they would use trees if they were able to" Barty answered.

"Dogs can't talk, though? Why would they use dogs?"

"I dunno, Evvy. Maybe they're just dumb"

"Maybe. Or maybe dogs can talk, and they just only talk to ministry officials!" Evan seemed to have made that the verdict, and he started scribbling something down in his notebook.

"Whatch'u writing?" Barty asked. "You'll see later" Evan answered, continuing to scribble down whatever it was.

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Yo, okay, so chapters might be shorter than usual from now on. I'm gonna try my best to keep this fic going all the way to Harry Potter & the Goblet Of Fire, but I need the inspo and shit.

Ngl, I can't wait to write Regulus' and Evan's deaths. I'm gonna cry while I write it, but you know, who cares?

The song at the beginning is Army Dreamers by Kate Bush!