"Let's swear."
"Swear to what?"
"Let's swear to always have each other's backs."
——
There were curses flying everywhere. Green and red being traded so quickly. The air smelled rancid. Courtesy of the blood being spilled along the ground. The grass was stained a permanent crimson.
He felt the blood loss getting to him as he ran around casting curses and searching for his lover.
——
"Do we really need to swear? I don't need a bloody oath to prove that I’m always going to be here.”
——
“Evan!”
Barty’s throat burned with each intake of breath. The black smoke filling his lungs and staining them from the inside.
“Evan! Where the bloody hell are you?”
He continued to run around like a madman as he searched for his other half. The battle was going on loudly around them. He stumbled as he slid on a patch of bloody weeds.
Barty cursed under his breath as a stinging he’d caught him in the arm. It burned awfully but his body quickly numbed the pain with the adrenaline coursing through his body.
Where the fuck was Evan?
——
”Just promise me we’ll always be there for each other. No matter what.”
“Alright then.”
“Always Cassie.”
“Whatever.”
“Promise.”
——
He found Evan. Hell he found them all. Regulus stood directly across from him. Fear and Despair prominent in his dark eyes. He looked frantically between Dorcas and Evan.
Barty felt a tsunami of realization overcome him. The pain of losing either of them suffocating him.
“Evan lower your wand. Now.”
Evan did as he was told. He let him wand arm drop and lifted his chin slightly. Staring down his nose at the dark haired girl.
A sneer overtaking his face as he glared at her fiercely.
“I would never let myself curse you, Cassie. But that won’t stop me from doing my job.”
He raise his arm once more with his wand pointed at Marlene McKinnon’s turned back.
Dorcas let her eyes track him. Her wand still held high from earlier. Fear and Rage overcame her as she realized who the man’s wand was pointed at.
Barty made eye contact with Regulus once more. Who was still frozen. The fear in their eyes hurt beyond imagination. Like Regulus already knew what was going to happen and they couldn’t do anything to stop it.
“Stupef-“
The word never fully left his mouth as Dorcas cut him off with a curse that was drowned out by the screams of another order member.
Evan looked back at her with confusion in his eyes. He looked down at the large pool of blood forming in the middle of his chest.
He reached to his stomach with both hands and tracked his eyes over them as he assessed the blood coating them
He looked back up and and caught her eyes as a drop of blood dripped out of his mouth. Another following it and another and as he fell to the ground it was gushing past him pale, plump lips.
Barty’s eyes were wide as saucers as he ran towards his lover as a terrified “No” tore part his own lips.
Regulus ran to Evan with his own fear on his face.
“Evan?! Evan! Come on now. It’s alright.”
Regulus lifted Evan’s head and placed it on his lap. Barty dropped to him knees beside them and started applying pressure to the gaping hole in Evan’s chest.
Regulus shed their cloak and put it under his cousins head. He darted back up to make sure no one else could get to his two friends.
“It’s okay, my love. We can fix- I can fix- I can fix you. This. Please just stay awake”
Barty was frantically trying to think of anything that could help. If this were a normal cutting hex it’d be fine, but Dorcas came up with her own hexes.
Evan was staring up at Barty with love and sadness evident in his eyes. When Barty looked at him Evan shook his head no.
“I’m not going to-”
He cut himself off by choking on his own blood. No. That wasn’t- this was NOT it.
“Please Ev. I can do it. Just let me fix it.”
“No, love. You need to let me go.”
“You don’t get to say that.”
Tears were streaming down Barty’s face. It was getting red and splotchy. He was always an ugly crier. At least Evan thought so.
Evan let his own tears begin their own steady trek down his face as he reached up to caress his lovers face just once more.
One last time.
”I love you. Irrevocably so.”
Barty took held the hand on his face closer. Nuzzling it has he gazed down at his dying love.
“And I you. My darling.”
He held Evan’s hand as he leaned down to kiss him. The kiss was gentle and loving. It was full of every emotion. Anger. Fear. Pain. Guilt. Passion. Love. Greed.
“Hello, my name is Evan. Evan Rosier.”
“Bartemius. Crouch.”
“Pfft.”
“Well don’t laugh.”
—
”Why is me kissing Thomas Nott such a problem with you Crouch?!”
”Because I’m in love with you. You insufferable, selfish son of a-”
”Do you really?”
—
“Kiss me, Crouch”
—
“I love you, Darling.”
“And I you.”
—
Barty pulled away and grasped the others hand in his own tightly. He watched as Evan looked up at the starry sky.
“The moon looks beautiful tonight.”
He said before he let out a stuttered breath. Barty watched as his chest didn’t come back up. The pain hit him instantaneously.
“No. No. No! No! NO!”
he shouted as he felt his lovers life slip away. Evans hand went limp so Barty only held on tighter. Heart wrenching sobs racked his body. Screams of anguish forced their way out of him throat.
Hot, angry tears cascaded down his face. He let his forehead rest on the body of his deceased lover. His Patroclus.
He felt the inescapable pain of losing the love of his life burn a permanent hole in his already withering heart.
Dorcas Meadows would pay. An eye for and eye, a life for a life.