#oh barty

@jegulus-microfic September 16, Word count 532

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They landed in a field beside the Potters' property. Monty helped Evan and Barty carry the still-unconscious Remus back to the house. Remus was going to be livid when he was revived. Regulus was pretty livid himself. Something had felt off about Sirius. He’d been Sirius, but at the same time, he hadn’t. He’d been cold and heartless, just like their mother. He’d need to figure out what was going on before he tried again. 

They laid Remus out on the sofa, and Effie woke him. He jumped off the sofa in a fit of rage. 

“NO!!!!” He roared and tried to take off for the front door. James used his broad chest and shoulders to stop Remus in his tracks. But Remus is far stronger than any of them and pushed him aside. Regulus moved into his path and stared at him, daring him to move him. “Move, Regulus, I need to get Sirius out,” Remus growled. Regulus glared at him. 

“Do you think I didn’t try? Do you think I would have left him if he’d wanted to come?”

“All I know is you got out, and he didn’t,” Remus snarled, leaning over Regulus intimidatingly. 

“Something's wrong with him,” Regulus said calmly. “We’re going to try again, but not until we’ve figured out why he was acting the way he was,” Regulus turned his gaze to Effie and Monty. “Do you have a Pensieve?”

“We do, but it’s in the vault. We can go get it in the morning,” Monty told them. 

“Please do, then we can all watch my memory of what happened,” he addressed the others as well. He hoped that by reviewing his memory, he might be able to figure out what was going on or at least spot a clue. He wasn’t giving up. Sirius would come back to them, it just wouldn’t be tonight. 

Remus’s shoulders slumped, and his eyes shimmered with tears. 

“I just want him back,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. 

“We’ll get him back. I refuse to give up,” Remus nodded, believing Regulus’s words. 

“Sorry,” Remus apologised to the room. “I put everyone in danger. You were right to stop me,” Effie moved and wrapped her arms around him, holding Remus close. 

“I nearly did the same thing, darling. Why don’t you go lie down for a bit, and I’ll bring you some hot chocolate and cake?” Remus nodded and, with his head hanging low, headed for the stairs. 

Regulus felt James’s hand gently push him forward at the small of his back. 

“Go with him, you’re the best at calming him down.”

“Midnight is,” Regulus said automatically. 

“No, love, it’s you. You and Remus have the same connection I have with Sirius. You’re what he needs right now." 

“Ha, Reg is totally gonna shag Lupin!” Barty snorted, right before he was forcefully manhandled to the floor, and cushions were piled high on him, covering his mouth, and when he tried to pull them off, Dorcas sat on him. Regulus rolled his eyes and followed Remus upstairs, where Effie had already made good on her promise, but Regulus was surprised she’d brought a cup and a plate for him too. 

Also, have you ever wanted to learn more about magic? Fey exist, are you curious about them?

@rosekillermicrofic April 23, word count 442

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“Oh, yeah, he’d definitely have liked you.” Sirius cackled, and Evan’s arms tightened around him. Barty wanted to cry. It felt so good to be in Evan’s arms. He thought about Sirius’s words as he enjoyed being held. Would Regulus really want him to move on? Sometimes he thought he would, but then every time he’s been close, he stops himself. He thought about when he’d propositioned Remus at the party Burger face, and the Onion had thrown, where he’d first met the man. He still grimaced at how nauseous he’d been. But if Remus had gone up to his room, he knew without a doubt that he wouldn’t have been able to follow through. He hadn’t been with anybody since Regulus. 

“Hey, you okay?” Evan’s voice woke him from his thoughts. The way Evan’s breath moved, the tiny hairs on the back of his neck sent a shiver down his spine. 

“Yeah,” he said quietly. Sirius and Remus were busy getting breakfast ready for them all. “Just thinking about…” he swallowed. He wasn’t used to bringing Regulus up with anyone but Sirius. 

“About Regulus?” Evan kissed the sensitive skin behind his ear, making Barty gasp. “You can tell me about him if you like. I’d like to get to know him,” Barty felt tears prickle the backs of his eyes. No one, and he means no one, had ever asked about him. They’d all just been pissed that he hadn’t given them what they wanted. In hindsight, they probably weren’t very good people if they got annoyed with him over that. But Evan. Evan wasn’t like that. Barty knew it to his very core. Evan would never make him feel bad and would go as slow as he wanted. 

“I think I’d really like that,” Barty said slowly. “Maybe we can go upstairs after breakfast?” 

“Whatever you want,” Evan gave him another squeeze, and Barty felt a peace fall over him that he hadn’t felt in a very long time. 

Barty ate his breakfast faster than he usually would and waited as close to patiently as he could for Evan to finish. 

Finally, he was done, and all the plates and cups had been put away. Barty tentatively took Evan’s hand and led him up the stairs and to his room. 

“Make sure you leave the door open, young man, or you won’t be allowed another boy in your room,” Sirius cackled up the stairs at them. 

“Damn, your parents are strict,” Evan snorted as he shut the bedroom door. Barty groaned and threw himself onto his bed. Sirius was going to be insufferable. Well, two could play at that game.

@jegulus-microfic February 16, Word count 441

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It did not take long for Barty to implement his plan. He completely disappeared for three days, without even a word to Evan. He came strolling into the Potters’ kitchen on the fourth morning, waving a copy of the Daily Prophet in the air. He tossed it on the table, beaming from ear to ear. 

“Dare I open this?” Regulus asked, his eyebrow quirking as he reached for the newspaper that Barty had tossed front page down. James leaned in, curious as to what Barty had done. He wished he hadn’t. 

Regulus flipped the paper over to be greeted by a full-page picture of Barty walking naked through the Ministry of Magic’s atrium. 

“Father is now hiding in disgrace. He’s out of the running for Minister of Magic, and I am being disinherited,” Barty proclaimed proudly, sitting down at the chair Effie conjured for him and accepting a kiss on the cheek from her, as well as a large plate of pancakes. 

“What will you do for money?” James asked; he’d known how scared Sirius and Regulus had been about not having two Knuts to rub together when they’d been disinherited. 

“I was given my own personal fortune when I turned seventeen, and before my little stunt, I went to check with the Gringotts Goblins that that couldn’t be touched if, you know, disinheritance/Azkaban for life. So I’m good on money for a while,” he shrugged and dug into his food. 

“Well, we’ll always be here for you, darling,” Effie told him, and Monty nodded in agreement. 

“Thank you, Effie,” Barty blew her a kiss and stuffed his mouth full again. “So, what are you losers doing today?”

“We’re going house hunting,” Regulus said, carefully placing his knife and fork together in the centre of his plate. “Would you like to come along? I’m sure there will be some wonderful curses to break on some of the properties.”

Barty’s face lit up. “Ooo, yeah. Count me in!” James groaned. This was not what he’d imagined the day was going to be. 

“Good, assemble the rabble. Might as well include them all as I’m sure they’ll have something to say about it if we don’t,” Regulus told Barty. “Sirius, have you got that property list?” 

“Yup,” Sirius said around a mouthful of food and tossed a roll of parchment to him. 

“I think we should start with this one,” Regulus said, pointing at one of the listings. James looked down at the parchment. 

“Number 8? Where’s the rest of the address?”

“Exactly,” Regulus answered, as though that explained it. James shrugged; he guessed he’d find out when they got there, hopefully. 

@rosekillermicrofic April 22, word count 511

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“Sorry about my roommates,” Barty laughed. Something about the way Barty said it made Evan bubble over with laughter. He threw his head back and everything. He’d be embarrassed, but it was Barty, and somehow that meant something. Evan wasn’t sure what yet, but he wanted to see. 

He reined his laughter in and felt himself blushing again when Barty smiled at him shyly. “ I really do mean it about the watch, though. Thank you, Evan. It’s truly one of the nicest things anyone has ever done for me. The only ones who’ve ever done anything nice for me are Sirius, Remus and Re—” Barty suddenly snapped his mouth shut, a flash of pain rippling across his face. That awful mask slipped back onto Barty’s face. “So, yeah, thanks. I need coffee,” Barty turned away and disappeared into the kitchen. Evan looked at the spot Barty had been standing in, his brow furrowing as he frowned, trying to figure out what had happened to make Barty change so quickly. Evan hadn’t mentioned his father again so… 

He closed his eyes and sighed. Regulus. Barty had been about to mention Regulus right after he’d just kissed Evan. Regulus had been the love of Barty’s life; he probably still was. 

It was coming up to the two-year anniversary of his death. Barty probably felt wrong for kissing Evan. From what Sirius had said, Barty pretended to shag around, but it was all to keep up his reputation, so people left him alone, but as far as Sirius knew, Barty hadn’t had any kind of relationship with anyone since Regulus. Evan paled. Oh, was he Barty’s first kiss since? No, he’d just watched him happily kiss Remus, and they definitely looked comfortable together. His mind jumped to all the times Barty had mentioned a threesome between them. He found he hated the idea of Barty being with Sirius and Remus. So no, that couldn’t be it. They’d all been through a lot together, so of course they were close. He gritted his teeth and followed Barty into the kitchen. 

“How many times do I have to tell you, B? Regulus would want you to move on. To be happy.” 

“No, he wouldn’t. He’d track down whoever I was seeing and stab them.” Barty’s words sounded wet, and Evan heard a sniffle. 

“Yeah, you’re probably right. But I bet he’d have loved Evan.” Sirius’s words were quiet, sweet. Evan’s heart broke just a little bit. He walked around the corner and wrapped his arms around Barty. Something had shifted inside him, and now he refused to give up on this absolute broken menace. He held him tight, and Barty collapsed into him, soaking in whatever Evan was giving. 

“I’d just stab him back,” he whispered into Barty’s ear, and Barty’s wet laugh was all he needed to know he’d said the right thing. 

“Oh, yeah, he’d definitely have liked you,” Sirius grinned at him. Evan had no idea if Regulus would have, but he trusted Sirius, so he shrugged and pulled Barty tighter against him. 

@jegulus-microfic May 10, Word count 202

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With colours sorted, talk turned to the full moon. 

“Tomorrow night, you need to be in the shack under disillusionment charms and in the second bedroom. Do not make any noise,” Sirius warned. Regulus was surprised at how serious he sounded, but then again, it was for Remus’s sake, and he took nothing more seriously than when it was something Remus was involved in. 

“Right, so, big loud party in the living room with a banner saying ‘Happy Moon Day, Remus, You Beautiful Werewolf You,’” Barty nodded sagely. 

“Crouch, I will eat you,” Sirius growled. Barty paled and swallowed audibly, his Adam's apple bobbing violently. 

“It’s more of an insight into your psyche than an actual threat to me, you know,” Barty said, his tone a bit less cocky. Sirius glared at him. Anything to do with Sirius’s mind was a touchy subject after all the things their mother had done to them. Regulus couldn’t let Barty get away with that. 

He transformed into Midnight and stalked across the floor as Sirius and Barty continued to argue. He wiggled his haunches,  lining up his prey. Sirius clocked him, but kept up his performance perfectly. Regulus bowed lower to the ground and leapt. 

@jegulus-microfic May 11, Word count 181

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James had to suck his lips into his mouth and bite down to stop the huge guffaw that wanted to escape his body when Midnight launched himself, yowling at Barty. Barty leapt so high in the air, James thought he’d never come down. 

“Fucking hell, Regulus!” He gasped as he clutched his chest. “What was that about?!” Midnight wound his way around Sirius’s ankles, purring, before sitting regally between Sirius’s feet. 

“That’s his way of telling you not to joke about my ‘psyche’,” Sirius told him, straightening his shoulders into a full aristocratic pure blood stance. 

“Idiot, you know that,” Evan whacked Barty across the back of the head.

“Ouch! What the fuck, Evan?!” Barty yelped as he rubbed furiously at the back of his head. 

“I’d advise you to think before you speak,” Dorcas snickered. “But we all know it would go in one ear and out the other.” The room erupted into peals of laughter, and James finally let out the laugh he’d been holding back. If tomorrow didn’t end in disaster, it would be a lot of fun.