James has been with his boyfriends since the end of 6th year of Hogwarts. The four of them get together after a Gryffondor party in a dark corridor filled by their scream (it wasn't an easy get together moment but, hey, they were in love). But because of the incoming war and some of their parents’ homophobia, they decided to keep it secret, for everyone, friends and Marauders included.
Now, in the heart of the war, one person knows about them. Albus Dumbledore knows about them.
In fact, James brought to him the three Slytherin before they were getting the Mark. They wanted to leave, to run free of Lord Voldemort and fought with the Order of the Phoenix. But the head of Hogwarts saw an opportunity. Three spies and one communication agent. All lovers, no chance of betrayals.
Unfortunately, they were all lovers. And because of this love that they share, a betrayal will come.
It starts quickly with Regulus. He got the Mark during his 7th year, away from his boyfriends, as a Christmas gift. A horrible and excruciating gift from the Black family. It made him gloomy, distant from Evan and Barty, his letters for James spaced out and by the end of march his bed's curtains were closed every night even if it cannot hide the quiet light of a candle melting from down to the rise of the Sun.
And one night, the curtains remain open and the bed empty. Regulus has left and he never came back. Each boy got a letter, a last letter. Barty breaks down in anger before crying for hours, Evan shuts down for several days, remaining glued to Barty, not letting a word or sob pass his lips. James had to grief alone, far from the other two, hearing the news of the disparition and probable death of the Black's heir. He had to console Sirius for the loss of his little brother and hide his shattered heart.
At the end of the school year the couple meet in a muggle alley of Oxford, away from everything. For a night James could finally hug and kiss them. Drift away their guilt of letting Regulus leave, letting him withdraw into himself leading him on the path of his death. They shared a night and promised to each other that everything will be fine even if Evan has his Mark for a month and Barty will get his the next day. James said they have to trust the Order, to trust Dumbledore. So they did, because they trust James.
Season pass, the now ex Slytherin worked in duo as death eater and secret member of the Order, fighting in the name of their late love, knowing how he left trying to stop the Dark forces.
They fought, they robbed both sides. And for a night in the month they get a time with the Desi boy. They spend more than a year like this. Spending the anniversary of Regulus's lost hugging and crying to sleep.
And there came the first snow of 1980. Alley covered of white powder, some Christmas song resonant in the night of Edinburgh, feet crushing the snow and a boy shortness of breath, running in despair.
Evan ran in the night despite him knowing he has loose and killed the death eater who has discovered his true allegiance. But fear filled him and he was now running. His legs slow down when his heart feels like it had been set on fire, he takes some time to acknowledge where he was and finally feel reassured when he understands he was only two blocks before the place where Barty organized their meet. The blonde boy leaned on the wall behind him taking a breath, calming his heart. When he decided to flatten out , his eyes met a silhouette. At first he thought his Barty came to him, but the man seemed shorter with a bigger build than his boyfriend, even his other boyfriend. He doesn't know this man.
But the man knew him. A rough voice called his last name, not friendly. It was like he was a guilty man, a wanted man. Evan took a step back. He raised his voice asking who he was. The man said he was a member of the Order, a member of Dumbledore's army. He continued with an offensive spell of fire that took Evan by surprise, making him fall in the snow in order to dodge the shot. He starts to scream, pleading his case, after all he was a spy for his side, he can probably prove it if the unknown man lets him speak. But spells fused and Evan had to counterattack. Light of every color pierces the night until a final Sectemp Septura finds the torso of Evan. The boy falls in the snow, feeling the cuts before his brain even understands what hits him, that he was dying. All he could do was to hardly catch a breath watching the stars while the taste of blood invaded his mouth. All he could do was to hear the cry of anger, some spells and someone appeared. For a second he felt something on his cheek, warm and delicate, after that, the stars disappeared for Evan Rosier.
Barty was screaming, crying, his saddest and anger crushing him. In his arms was resting the body of his last Slytherin boyfriend, eyes wide, cold skin. Evan's blond hair was wet with snow and stained by blood caressed by a trembling hand, Barty's hand. The wizard was desperately trying to wake up the dead boy. He started with whispers but sharply, it became pure screams of sadness. He screamed so hard that he didn't even hear the sound of someone appearing behind him, he didn't hear the person running to him, screaming his name. James Potter was here. But it was too late to say goodbye to Evan. The former Gryffondor stops his movement seeing the blood.
- Blondie..
It was his favorite nickname for Evan, despite him hating it, but he was the only blond in their couple and it made him look at James no matter what.
Until this night.
When he realized, James fell on his knee, understanding the loss of another part of his heart. The boy tends a hand towards Evan's face but his last boyfriend steps back with the corpse, squeezing him tightly.
- Don't fucking touch him.
His voice was harsh, cold. James looks at Barty in shock.
- What..?
- Alastor Moody killed him. It was your stupid Order James, your fucking stupid Dumbledore.
- It's an accident..It has to be, nobody knows he was a spy and..
- So will you avenge him ? Will you face the murderer of Evan with me !?
- I will tell everyone he was a spy ! A hero ! And that you are one too. You will come with me and..and we will get him a proper funeral…
Barty stayed silent for a moment.
- I don't want that.
- Barty what..what do you mean..?
- I want revenge. I don't need anyone to give him a proper funeral. I don't need his murderer to bury him. I need to avenge my Evan, my rose. I need to kill this fucking bastard who stole the light in his eyes to me. And I…
His voice cracks.
- I need you to help me with this, James.
- You can't ask me that love…
James whispers, a part of him wanted to calm Barty, to not make Evan's death the fall of Barty. On another hand he knew it was impossible, not in this situation, not with the one Barty called his rose and angel for years dead in his arms. It was over he knew it.
Barty lowered his head above Evan's, his gaze softened and he left a small kiss on the cold lips before gently closing his angel's eyes.
- I know I can't. Not your style Jamie… But it's mine, even without you.
- I can't change your mind can I..?
James watched Barty stand up, his Blondie tightly held in his arms. His head shocked, he wouldn't change his plan.
- I'm not sorry I have to say… I'm just sad we have to do this, goodbye golden boy. Live if you can.
On this word, Barty and the late Rosier vanished in the air. This night, James lost his two last loves without a chance for a goodbye to Evan. His heart feels betrayed but Barty's one too… More deeply, “good” betrayed Barty and he didn't see a reason to continue his fight for Dumbledore. The Crouch son made his choice, he was now a full death eater.
At least if it was over in life, we can hope that Evan and Regulus were reunited somewhere.
Barty recognized this voice, he had been jealous of it for quite some time in school. It feels like an eternity since he heard the voice of the eldest Black brother. And what a chance the man was screaming, breaking the calm Barty got into two days ago. The death eater was arrested a week ago after the fall of Voldemort, he didn't know what happened and he didn't care to be honest. He wasn't really interested in the “cause”. He wanted the death, a savage murder for Alastor Moody and it was a failure. He comforted himself thinking James was outside, that he had a life at least. One out of three, it's something to hang on.
After an hour, he was now angry.
- Shut the fuck up Black Merlin sake !
Silence.
- Who is this..?
- …Barty. Did you calm down ?
- Yes.
He sounds cold. Understanding. What makes no sense was the presence of Sirius Black in a cell of Azkaban.
- Don't worry, your superhero best friend will come save you…James is dumb, it makes him brave.
Silence again, a very long silence, one who was heavy. Sirius takes a breath.
- James is dead. You should know…He died with your Dark Lord.
This time, it's Barty's turn to be silent. His heart shattered.
- And now his son is alone. You should be happy you freaky monster.
Oh. His heart was wrecked. It was not the plan. Never. How could he be the last ? He shouldn't be the last, the survivor. Barty turns silent. For years. But one day, he responded to someone.
- Yes. I can make this… But in the end I kill Moody.
He thinks deeply in himself.
And at the very end, I would kill you Voldemort. All my revenges will be made.
Maybe it could work. Maybe I will meet them again…