Bartylus
Regulus x Barty Jr.
Barty Jr. was an oddball amongst the slytherin, tried hard to be accepted then tried too hard to go beyond. Intense in his interests and exploits. Similar to his father yet oh so different. No, Barty Jr sought power in darkness where his father sought light. He was a black sheep of his family, similar to how Sirius was the white sheep.
Regulus knew that Barty had potential, could see the venom dripping from his fangs. And in hushed whispers and mutterings, they talked of the dark lord. Of the power he wielded. How they wanted a taste of it.
"My father could only hope to be half the wizard the dark lord is," Barty said, eating into his sandwich as they sat outside in the courtyard, nearly empty. No one liked to sit near them. Regulus name too intimidating, Barty proven to be a menace to most.
"The dark lord has the right thinking we need to restore glory to dark wizards," Regulus said, taking a bite from his own meal, a bagel with all sorts of toppings on it. He repeated what he'd heard Bella's husband say and he had eagerly nodded to it before.
"You think...my father see me when I'm the right hand man of the dark lord?" Barty whispered, his usual bravado slipping away when he was just with Regulus. Regulus himself disliked displaying such cowardice but with Barty, it was different. It was... alright.
"If you're father does not even look your way, know he's a lost cause and you deserved better than him," Regulus said, and as they sat there, eating their meals. Their hands slowly crept to each other, back of their hands touching before their pinkies intertwined.
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