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Delilah was horribly lost. She could hear the screams from outside the maze, and the air was growing thicker and thicker with fog. She hadn’t even wanted to come into the maze, but Laura had convinced her that it would be fun, that they would stay together. But then things started to get weird, and suddenly there was a loud noise and Delilah was somewhere else. The corn was so high that she couldn’t see which way was out, which way she should turn, and she was starting to grow more nervous by the minute.

She started to walk again, hoping that she was going in the right direction, trying to avoid being seen by the skeletons that were haunting the maze. She heard a noise, and she froze again. It sounded like footsteps, like someone was coming closer. She held onto her wand tightly in her hand, having a bad feeling in her chest.

“Wh-Who’s there?”

She heard a cough behind her, and she whipped around, light shining in the other person’s face. It took her a moment, but then she placed him; Barty Crouch Junior. She felt both a mix of relief and confusion. “Barty?” 

Dirk patted down his robes post-floo as he waited in the Crouch parlor for someone to come in. He’d arranged this meeting on behalf of the Westenberg family. The Crouch family had influence of its own, and Asher had been quite concerned that Barty had perhaps been neglectful of a shared vault from years past. At this point, Asher just wanted the vault split, and he’d sent Dirk to take care of it. Apparently Dirk’s face was less antagonist. 

That was probably true, he thought, as he waited for either Senior or Junior to greet him.

In Sirius’ words: He’ll break Reg’s heart, I know.

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Honestly, Gilderoy still wasn’t a hundred percent certain he knew what had just happened. A part of him was under the impression he’d just gone from thoroughly dumped and single to in possession of two boyfriends at the same time, while another part of him was certain that at any minute he’d wake up on Lily’s couch puffy-eyed and hideous. If he tried to pitch the last few days of his life to Rodolphus for the column, the older man would accuse him of making things up again.

He followed Barty to his house (which, he was going to Barty’s house, how strange, he’d never pictured Barty actually living anywhere before) in a daze. The promise of cuddling and Barty’s continued stable presence (and Regulus, Regulus said he would join, that all had been forgiven) kept him upright. His grip on Barty’s hand never wavered and he refused to let go even for a second as if doing so would bring this weird wonderful fever dream crashing down around him.

At the sight of the bed (huge, wonderful, magnificent thing half the size of his own bedroom) Gilderoy flopped down face-first, hand still tangled in Barty’s.