tw, mental health issues, blackouts, self harm. stay safe.
One moment, Barty was staring off the top of the astronomy tower, flicking his knife open and shut, stuck in an endless loop of negative thoughts. He didn't even notice when the blade skimmed his fingers, the sting of small cuts being made.
The next moment, he was standing outside a familiar front door. He didn't even knock, but he didn't feel like he had to. Effy and Monty would find him eventually. Instead, all he did was sink down to the floor, lean onto the door, wrap his jacket tighter around himself, and try to fall asleep.
He couldn't remember anything of the black out, that was normal.
Not the knife against his arms, slicing new wounds amongst his old scars.
Not the bruising sure to appear on his forhead and knuckles from where he smashed them into the wall in fustration.
Not the soreness of his throat from screaming.
And definitely not the stickiness and stinging that came from pulling a tight leather jacket over the top of still bleeding wounds.
He knew he must have got here somehow. In his right mind, he would floo, but that didn't seem to be the case - at least, not directly. He would be inside already if he did that.
He may have flooed to a closer train station, or nearby to the house. He couldn't say for certain. Either way, he had to walk to hogsmeade at the very least, for the nearest fireplace.
Then- whatever journey left. An entire train ride, maybe. The walk to the Potter's house, definitely. All while wearing a white blood stained tanktop, shorts that were definitely not appropriate for the cold of the night, and untied slytherin green converse.
And all that left him where he was now.
Curled up as tightly as he could be, despite the extra pain that coursed through his arms when they wrapped around his legs.
Shivering.
Covered in his own blood.
Failing at falling asleep despite the late hour of the night.
And desperately wanting to be held.
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Monty kissed his wife goodbye before leaving for work. He could usually pull off working at home, managing his father’s company but he had a meeting he had to be at today. So he opened his front door in a stuffy suit, hair slicked back, shoes shining and hitting something as he walked out- wait what?
He tripped over a big mass placed right in the way of his front door. A mass that looked oddly like a person. One of the persons living with him.
He looked at the poor kids figure, the cuts, bruises and scars and worried what had happened. Kneeling next to Barty, Monty tried wake him by rubbing his back and calling his name.
Barty had barely slept, maybe an hour or two, and not until the sun had started to rise, warming him up. He spent the few hours he had been awake just spiralling deeper into his thoughts and fears, but refused to be a burden, a nuisance, to the Potters. He would wait. And wait he did.
He awoke at the sound of keys in the door, and pulled himself to sit upright, not having the time to stand before the door was open. Only the time to attempt to look like a functioning human, which he definitely did not succeed at, with how his eyes flickered open and shut, desperate to return to sleep.
Only for a foot to connect with his legs.
Not the welcome one would expect, but the gentle touch that followed was enough to prove it accidental.
His head turned towards Monty, a tiny, involuntary smile growing on his face.
Safe.
"Hiya, papa." He spoke in a false cheery tone, leaning into the touch. "Can I borrow your floo? I'm gonna be late for class." [He definitely is not bothered about class he's just trying to act normal (: ]
*worried look on his face* Barty what happened?
*pushes the side of his head into Monty's chest*
*breaths out slowly*
Blacked out. Woke up here.
*shrugs a little*
*winces as the motion pulls the material of his jacket up his arm*
Hug?
*wraps his arms around him* help me get you inside. Come on kiddo.
*hugs tightly then winces again*
ouch
*doesn't even remember why he's even in pain but he's used to it*
*still hugs*
right.. inside. okay.
*pulls back*
'm sorry- gonna make you late for work-
*steps backwards through still open door into house*
*breaths out a content sigh at the warmth inside*
*inside is warmer than outside because even after it warmed up a bit when the sun came up its still kinda cold outside*
oh, i forgot how nice it is here *under his breath to himself*
*walks in after him* don’t worry, I’ve still got time.
I’m going to call James to come pick you up, is that alright?
*small nod*
okay- okay, i'm sorry-
*starts to pull his jacket off*
*sees the blood on his arm and shirt but shrugs and pulls jacket off anyway*
*wanders into the kitchen to get a drink coz who knows when he last had water*
you have nothing to apologize for.
*sees blood* lets get you cleaned up.
*follows bee into the kitchen with a first aid kit*
*hangs jacket over chair*
*sips slowly at glass of water*
*looking at monty*
*safe*
*starts treating his wounds*
Drink this *hands him potion*
*looks at potion*
what is it?
*remembering what sev did*
Its a healing potion. It’ll help you with with the scaring.
*mumbles* i like my scars.
*nervous look*
*sighs* then don’t drink it.
I’m going to go call James. *pats his shoulder carefully*
*leaves to go make the phone call*
*puts potion down on counter*
*sits on the floor*
*walks back in* he didn’t answer. Probably in a class. You should eat something.
*curls his legs to his chest*
'm not hungry
you should still eat something.
*opens fridge* what’s your favorite fruit?
*thinks*
hmm..
strawberries.. or pineapple..
well we dont have any pineapple but
*takes out a carton of strawberries and hands it to him* there you go.
*small smile*
*bites into one and then another before he even swallows the first*
*with his mouth full and muffled sounding* mmm- love it here-
*laughs loudly* good. Considering this is your home, that would be convenient, don’t you agree?
s'not like i've ever loved it at home before
*shrugs*
would just deal with it.
*sighs*
*sits down in front of him*
i don’t think that can count as a home.
I apologize if I’m overstepping but don’t you think that was just a house then? Somewhere you lived, not somewhere you felt safe.
's- 's my mama's home *mumbled*
and i loved her.
so that made it my home..?
*nods* *pats his knee* well, i hope this house can be a home for you as well. Even if your mum isn’t here.
*leans into him and hugs him with one arm*
*still eating strawberries without even realising hes doing it just autopilot*
*also somehow texting james this whole time idfk he's a wizard he can do what he wants-*
thank you.
smiles. Of course.
*rests onto his shoulder*
y'nice.
*yawn*
n'y'warm... like jamie...
*laughs* he’s been good to you?
y'say that like im dating him.
*short laugh*
he's a good mate. or at least, he tries to be- and thats the important bit.
*nods* good.
We are aware that he isn’t always a good person. And we try with him, but he is our first child. We’ve made mistakes. I’m proud of him. He’s overcome alot.
*nods a little*
he's better a person than me. so i can't really judge. i try not to. that wouldn't be fair for him. he's done a hell of a lot for reggie, they're so- *cuts himself off quickly*
and he's done more for me than i would ever expect him to.
*when he has def judged james before- but that was to protect reg not to hurt james so yk*
Done alot for you and regulus huh? What is his relationship with regulus?