Written for Hogwarts 2 week drabble wars; Dark character - Evan Rosier.

Prompt #2 "If you touch my [son/daughter/mother/father/etc] again, I'll f*cking kill you!" - The Babadook

I have to write 14 drabbles between 100-500 words. I haven't decided on all the pairings so let me know if you have anyone you want Evan paired with.

Evan Rosier and Regulus Black

His father raised his hand at his mother but Evan had enough. He didn't care that his best friend was sitting downstairs and could possibly hear everything they were saying.

"If you touch my mother again, I'll f*cking kill you!" He moved between his mother and father with a raised wand. His father tilted his head at the wand in his face.

"Are you threatening me, son?" he asked, his tone was mocking and he sounded doubtful that it was even possible.

"Yes," Evan said.

In a second his father had pushed his wand out of the way and punched Evan. The sickening crunch as his nose broke was nothing compared to the pain he felt. Evan fell to the floor and looked up at the threatening figure of his father looming above him.

"I'm your father. You don't get to tell me what to do." Then he pulled his mother out of the room.

Evan felt helpless and pathetic. He was a crumbling piece of paper that could never be straightened out properly, and now he felt like a piece of him had been torn away.

"Evan."

He turned and saw Regulus standing in the doorway of the room. Of all the people in the world, he was the one he least wanted to see him like this. Weak and pathetic, a sad miserable excuse for a wizard that couldn't protect his mother.

He looked away when he saw the pity in his best friends eyes.

"Don't," he whispered, afraid what Regulus would say to him now. Nothing could make this alright, he would never be fine again.

Instead of hearing consoling words, there was a hand in front of him stretched in an offer of comfort. Evan stared at it, dumbstruck that such a simple gesture could make him feel so taken care. The hand was unexpected but not as much as the look in Regulus eyes when Evan regained his bearing enough to meet them. Regulus' eyes spoke of sincerity and compassion without judgement.

Evan finally took the hand and stood up with Regulus help.

"Are you ok?" Regulus hadn't let go of his hand yet. Their arms clasped felt right, Evan was suprised he hadn't noticed before.

Evan let out a shaky, short laugh. "No. I don't think I'll ever be ok."

"You don't have to be," Regulus said.

Butterflies erupted in Evan's chest as silence descended and he looked into his best friends grey eyes. The problem was, Regulus could never just be a friend to him again. The previous feeling of happiness was forgotten when a wave of fear crashed over Evan. What if Regulus never returned his feelings?