Bad Skittle

Chapter 20

Regulus spent the entirety of his day being a nervous wreck. He was scared that at any given moment, they could come in, and they would accuse him of being a liar, and Regulus just couldn't stop shaking, and from what Pandora and Evan told him, if he stood next to a ghost, they wouldn't be able to tell which was which from how pale he was.

He heard a knock on the door, and at that moment, he knew that the moment he feared had just arrived.

They didn't wait for an answer and just opened the door. There was standing a man with dark blue robes that fit the man incredibly well, they were probably custom made.

"Follow me," said the man.

Regulus got up and followed the man, who had already started walking.

He struggled to keep up with the inconsistent walking pattern of the man; he would either walk really fast or really slow, there was no in-between.

They finally stepped inside the room where three more men stood, among them were Lucius Malfoy, Bartimius Crouch Sr, and the other man he didn't recognise. But most of them quickly left when Lucius nodded, leaving only two men, himself, mr. Crouch, and Regulus on the room.

They were all looking at him expectantly, but he didn't know what to do, so he just stood there.

"So, let's not be too formal," Lucius started as he looked around and his colleagues all nodded, but Regulus didn't move a mucle. "We know that you're lying, and it won't be tolerated."

"I'm not a liar," Regulus said in a sudden surge of confidence.

"Well, your brother is a professional liar, and I hear you've been spending more time with him, lately," Lucius adds.

"Sirius has nothing to do with this," Regulus says through gritted teeth.

"Oh, is Regulus Black starting to stray away from being bland? You're feisty now!" The blond man exclaims with a mocking tone that was followed by laugher, of himself and the other men.

"I would just like to ask, if I may, how did you, someone who seems like they'd fight back, supposedly get assaulted in a such a way as you insist you were?" The man he didn't know asked.

"At first he was my friend, I didn't want to risk getting him hurt, but then he was just stronger than me. I still fought, I left him with a scar on his collarbone," Regulus answered and the man looked at Crouch.

"My son didn't get that scar from such a foul act, he was attacked by the womping willow," the man lied.

"But how do you explain my injuries, if he didn't do anything?" The boy asked, genuinely curious about what story they would make up.

"Well, my son says that what you both did was consensual, and you simply like it rough," the man answers with a dry laugh.

"What he did to me was anything but consensual!" Regulus shouted, truly losing his temper for the first time since he was a small child. "He got into my bed while I was falling asleep, silenced me, held my wrists above my head, and raped me. Now, tell me where did I consent to that? He never asked, and even if he did I would have said no."

The two men who Regulus didn't know wore the expression of someone who was considering the other side of the story, but Lucius and Crouch weren't budging any time soon.

"He has confirmed that he was drunk that night, and since you weren't, things might turn around on that case, you didn't stop him, so how do we know that you weren't just taking advantage of his drunken state?" Lucius asked.

"Because I only realised that he was drunk after he had done everything! Besides, the one who was left injured was me!" Regulus exclaimed, finding the fact that they were even discussing this unbelievable.