From day one (slytherin boys x Y/N)

6) The Crouch chronicles

⚠️TW: Abuse⚠️

It's been a few days since my little chat with Cormac. Since then we have all been hanging out with trio more often. Barty decided to go see his dad for a while.

Barty POV:

I wake up and walk into my kitchen.
"Morning son." My father says. I nod in response and grab a piece of toast.
"What's wrong with your face? Did you get in another fight? Barty!" My dad quietly yells. I put my hands to my black eye and the bruise on my cheekbone.
"Oh yeah. Sorry." I answer quickly.
"I'm sick of this!" My father shouts, slamming his fist onto the table making my mother jump. I stare at his hand, my heart in my throat. I know what's coming. I stay silent.
"You don't care about this family or its reputation. I'm sick of you running our name through the dirt" he continues. I cut him off
"you think I want to be in this family? You expect me to do everything right and-"
"DONT YOU DARE INTERRUPT ME." My dad screams. My mum is stood in the kitchen in silence. She always does that, ignores it, pretends we are the perfect example of a picket fence family. She acts like she loves me but she really doesn't. After all.. a mum who lets her husband beat her son.. isn't really a mum..
"Why not what are you gonna do about it, dad?" I ask, testing his limits. It's not a good idea but you know, gives me a reason to go back to school. My dad slams his fist on the table yet again making my mum almost drop the plates she was carrying. My father walks around the table towards me. He grabs the collar of my shirt and lifts me up, I fight as hard as I can but he won't let me down. I should know this by now. I sneak a glance at mum, she is facing the other way, trying not to look. My dad throws his fist into my nose making me drip with blood, he drops me onto the floor, landing a few more punches, one of the mouth, one to the eye and the rest were kicks.. right in the ribs... I stay on the ground, tears seeping from my eyes yet, it's deadly silent besides the sound of my father sitting back down, sniffing. He shoves his food into his mouth like somebody is about to take it. It's pathetic. I sit up, groaning and wincing because of my possibly bruised rib. I sit down silently. Not daring to move.
"You just gonna sit there, boy?" My father shouts.
"No, sorry." I say back, scared.
"Hurry on and get gone then. When are you going back to hogwarts?" Dad asks, hopefully.
"Tomorrow." I reply. Father nods and I go upstairs.

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Y/Ns POV:

We are all sat in DADA class. I'm next to Hermione. Normally I would be next to Mattheo but we had an argument this morning over food. He wanted the last sausage but I wanted it too. it's a pathetic thing to argue over really but.. still.. it wasn't a pretty argument..
Umbridge (as per usual) is having a no wand lesson. This school year has been miserable, Barty will be so glad he missed it. Professor Umbridge won't shut up about our O.W.L. Exams. Useless if you ask me. Mattheo keeps glancing at me. Everytime I try to tell him to stop, but professor umbridge is staring directly at me. It's dead silent in the room. Just quills scratching on parchment, the occasional cough and Umbridges' insufferable giggle. Torture. Pure torture. How is it a school day when you actually work?

Half way through the lesson (longest 30 minutes of my life!) I feel something hit my head. It's a ball of paper, I pick it up and put it in my pocket, I look back to where I came from and see Mattheo sat, staring.. that usual.. dead look in his eyes. I'll open that later..

Another torturous 30 minutes pass, the lesson is over and people begin packing up. I stand up with my book, tucking my chair in.
"Where you off to now, Liv?" Hermione asks.
"I'll probably just go back to the common room. I can't be arsed for anymore human interaction today." I say,  chuckling. I wave to Hermione, Harry and Ron. As I turn to walk away, my eyes meet with Mattheos, my smile drops and I walk past him. Once I'm out in the hall I open the paper..
"I'm sorry. That argument was stupid. Friends?" I roll my eyes and put the note in the bin. Yes obviously he is forgiven but was the note really necessary?