Chapter 1
Chapter 1
Barty’s POV:
I was walking, or rather limping, back to my dorm.
Everything hurts.
My right hip was on fire. I couldn’t put weight on it. My left wrist was more than likely sprained and my left shoulder was definitely dislocated. A concussion was also likely but I wasn’t going to dwell on it. Evan and Regulus would fix it.
I was really hoping that James would be anywhere except for our dorm.
I had grown to love James, even if I was the only one who hadn’t told him yet.
Regulus had told him about 3 weeks into the relationship. Roughly late January.
Evan had told him even earlier. He told him that day they confessed to each other on the pitch.
But I hadn’t. Not yet.
I was sure that James wouldn’t want to be with me after he found out about my father and the abuse.
I finally got to our dorm and couldn’t get the door open. It was locked and I didn’t have my key.
I had gone home for the weekend under my father’s orders. He wanted me at some dumb dinner thing he was hosting for the ministry and then got violent after everyone left. One of his colleagues told him about my relationship and he was not pleased.
I knocked on the door the best I could. I was tired and for a fleeting moment, I wondered if it was obvious I had been crucioed. Not that it would matter. Regulus and Evan had parents just like mine. They knew what a punishment for this kind of disgrace would entail.
I didn’t realize the door had opened until two strong arms caught me.
“Baby, oh Merlin, what happened??”
Fuck.
Guess James was in the dorm after all.
I winced as James picked me up and moved to lay me on the bed. I could hear him saying something but I couldn’t exactly make out what it was.
It felt like there was cotton in my ears and an ocean in my head. A pulsating ocean.
Before I could try and make out what James was saying, the world went black and I passed out.
James POV:
I was hanging out in my boyfriends’ dorm waiting for them.
Evan was out with Pandora, Regulus was at quidditch practice and Moony and Pads were shagging in my dorm.
Meaning I was lonely and trying to decide if it would be a good idea to call Barty. I had an idea of what his father was like based on how Wallibe-butt and Orgy acted towards Pads and Reggie but I didn’t have details and I wasn’t sure I wanted the confirmation.
I had already talked to my parents. If Barty or Evan, or Pandora for that matter, ever needed a place to stay, all they had to do was show up.
I was about to close and reopen Instagram for the 12,000th time when there was a weak knock at the door. I opened it only to have Barty practically collapse into me.
I quickly picked him up and carried him to one of the beds, muttering apologies as he winced.
I tried to calm him down by running my hands through his hair while I assessed his injuries. He looked worse than when Padfoot had showed up at my doorstep last summer.
I started trying to convince him to go to the hospital wing when I noticed he wasn’t responding.
I patted his cheek lightly to try and get him to open his eyes but got no response.
He had passed out and now had no choice. He was going to the hospital wing.