A Trip to Justice
Chapter two: Barty POV
Barty was in jail. After being hastily kicked out of James’s house he realized that nobody had given him time to get dressed, and was then charged with public indecency. He was angry that Regulus hadn’t told him about his lack of clothing before he took off the invisibility cloak, and even more angry now because Regulus fled when the police caught him.
“You get one phone call.” The police officer said when he approached Barty’s cell. He knew just who to call.
“Hello? Lord Voldemort?” He mumbled into the phone.
“BART!” The yell from the other side of the phone was so loud Barty threw it across the room. “WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN? I HAVE IMPORTANT DUTIES FOR YOU!” The phone was still on the other side of the room, Lord Voldemort was just that loud.
After scrambling across the cell to pick up the phone, Barty explained to the Dark Lord that he was in a pickle and needed $50,000 in bail money. Voldemort did not use muggle money. He apparated to the prison and got Barty, then blew it up with a spell because $50,000 is highway robbery, and Barty wasn't worth that much. Plus, the Dark Lord had more important things for him to attend to.
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The Dark Lord’s first task for Barty was to buy clothes. He did not want him doing official Death Eater business naked, which Barty thought was ridiculous, but he respected the Dark Lord’s wishes since the other option was probably death. That's how he ended up here, at Justice.
Barty didn't like how bright and sparkly the store was since his vibe was very serious and dark, then he realized serious sounded like Sirius, who he hates, so he decided bright and sparkly would become his new vibe.
A very nice Justice worker named Lily approached him.
“YOU!” she said softly, “WHAT DO YOU WANT?”
Barty, still naked, thought it was pretty obvious.
“THIS IS A BAD TIME BARTOLOMEO. I’M HAVING A ROUGH DAY. JUSTICE MAY BE GAINING ONE NEW EMPLOYEE SOON, IF YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN.
He didn't.
Lily begrudgingly began a dramatic dress up montage for Barty. It was very hard to decide what to wear since there were so many bright sparkly options, and bright and sparkly was Barty’s new aesthetic.
“THERE,” Lily said when the montage was over. “YOU LOOK LIKE A PRINCESS.”
Barty spun around to show off his new outfit and skipped out of the store without paying. This made Lily’s day even worse, but Barty did not care.
“Stupid mudblood.” He grunted on his way out, shining like a disco ball in his new sparkly outfit.
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Barty’s next task was to torture Alice and Frank Longbottom. And he was wearing the perfect outfit for the job. Frank HATED sparkles.
He blew up the door of the Longbottom’s house and marched in. Frank screamed when he saw the pink sequins covering Barty’s body. He hated sparkles. Frank and Alice were left unprotected, an informant told the Death Eaters that the person responsible for keeping them safe was Remus Lupin, but Remus was on a mission.
“CRUCIO CRUCIO CRUCIO CRUCIO CRUCIO CRUCIO!” Barty yelled.
The Longbottoms flew around the room like deflated balloons from all the crucioing. It was horrible. Suddenly Barty was reminded of someone, someone very important to him, who was also a victim of crucioing. He missed Regulus. This made him feel bad for torturing Alice and Frank, but then he realized he didn't care because he wasn't banging them like he was banging Regulus.
“CRUCIO!” He yelled one more time for good measure. Then he skipped out of the house and down the street, dancing and twirling to the sounds of the Longbottoms stupid ass baby Neville crying.
The crying also reminded him of Regulus, because he is whiny and annoying. He decided to apparate to him, but he was so distracted by how amazing he looked that he lost focus and ended up apparating somewhere else.
“Shit…” Barty mumbled when he realized where he was.
“BART! WHY ARE YOU BACK?” It was Lord Voldemort… again.
“I completed the mission, Lord Voldemort!”
“I'M NOT DONE!” The Dark Lord yelled. “WHAT… ARE YOU WEARING?”
Lord Voldemort looked impressed, jealous even, his eyes gleamed with envy. He
had never seen such luxurious clothing before, never worn sequins or pink.
Barty spun around to show off his outfit, a little scorched from the fire he caused when he blew up the door to the Longbottoms house. He looked like Cinderella, he was a beauty.
“CROUCH! THAT’S THE MOST BEAUTIFUL ENSEMBLE I’VE EVER SEEN! I MUST KNOW WHERE YOU GOT IT FROM.”
Barty smiled, pleased the Dark Lord wanted to take fashion inspiration from
him. “I got it from Justice, my Lord, it’s a wonderful place-”
“DON’T CARE! VERY BUSY! GIVE ME YOUR CLOTHES!”
Heartbroken, Barty handed his beautiful new outfit over to Lord Voldemort, and was naked once again.