barty was always a bit mad, but evan always balanced him out, itâs how they were, why they were so perfect for each other. and thatâs not to say evan wasnât mad, he was, but in a quieter, softer way. in bones and feathers and beads while barty was teetering on edges and broken bottles and ripping at his hair. they were different, but oh so perfect together. and barty was always terrified of going mad, but thatâs what kept him from insanityâ evan. and barty didnât always know if he was all the way there and if it was all real, but evanâ evan with his soft voice and long fingers always brought barty back. made sure he knew it was all real. and thatâs why it hurt so muchâ why it was so truly tragic when barty finally did go mad. when he finally stepped off the edge of insanity because evan was no longer there to hold him back. and then he toppled offâ and voldemort made sure to keep him that way, giving him the face of his loverâs killer. and he knew evan was not fighting for the dark lord, but to make sure his threats against pandora stayed that wayâ threats. he knew evan could not possibly risk it so instead gave up his life in the mere hopes his sister would be left alone. she wasnât. and now they were both dead. and so was his first love, oh reggie. they were all gone. and tom knew thatâ knew to not let him forget. knew to remind him so he would not crawl tooth and nail, bloody and battered back to the cliffside of sanity. so he gave him a face he would hateâ a reflection that would end in bloody fists and broken mirrors and tears and screams. because barty knew although it was not his own eyes that stared back at him, they would have been the eyes of evanâs killer none the less. no matter the polyjuice potion. he was at fault too, he didnât protect him like he should haveâ he was too busy trying to build a railing on that goddamn cliffside. didnât seem to matter in the end though did it? because they were all gone, and bartyâs greatest fear was realized, becoming a madman and being controlledâ just like his father had, but now he was on the opposite side of a useless war. but barty canât think any of this, his mind is far too fragmented. so instead he rocks and cries and screams at night; out of view from the students, out of reach from the imperius curse, but perfectly haunted by the ghosts of all his friendsâ of faces he canât quite remember and certainly not name. so, barty is alone and insane and used by voldemortâ he was no death eater just a boy with a dad who was so very bad who was on the right side of a war and he got caught up on the wrong side with another very bad man all to get away from his dadâ make him hate him for a reason he could controlâ until he couldnât. because now he was controlled by that very bad man on the wrong side. controlled with one of the curses that man taught barty. and now barty was controlled and mad and very, very alone.













