Fall out Boy – Sugar We're Going Down

"YOU CAN'T RUN FOREVER!"

"He thinks," Barty laughed, "What do you say we make a break for the gates?"

"Sure, I think I know how do get past them."

"Seriously?!"

"I'm a Black – a gate isn't going to stop me doing what I want."

"What would?" Barty replied, "Stop you I mean."

"Nothing," Regulus retorted, "I don't have weaknesses like that."

Barty let his eyes rake over Regulus. Pale skin; gray eyes; thick, dark hair; handsome features; an arrogant smirk and a personality to rival his own.

Lips collided.

He pushed Regulus into the wall pressing him close. Lips parted and tongues battled. He pulled away.

Regulus stood, startled and powerless gasping for breath.

"I think there might be a way to stop you after all."

"It'll take more than that."

"Oh yeah?"

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Right Now – SR-71

"THAT BITCH!"

Regulus rolled his eyes, "What now?"

"She just told me that she's only dating me because the guy she wants to fuck is taken," Barty spat.

"And you're surprised?"

"I'm fucking better than that!"

"I don't need to be told – go fight it out with her."

"I can't be arsed."

"What the hell Barty? I thought you wanted her."

"Nah – I empathise with her. She was my time kill like I was hers."

"Well who were you waiting for a go with then?"

"You."

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Don't You Know Who I think I am – Fall Out Boy

"Knut for you thoughts?"

"I should think they're worth more than that."

"Sickle?"

"Fair enough – it's nothing deep today."

"So…"

"The Quidditch match."

"The one you've been telling everybody that you're going to win."

"Yeah."

"Nervous?"

"Our reserve seeker is atrocious, we're gong to be relying on our chasers to get a huge lead and although they're good the Ravenclaw keeper is better."

"Reg – why do you need your reserve seeker?"

"Because it's your birthday."

"Huh? But the match…"

But Regulus hand is already on his sleeve pulling him to the passageways.

"Barty – you mean more to me than that. Anyway I've bribed the Ravenclaw seeker."

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Timberwolves at New Jersey – Taking Back Sunday

"C'mon Reg. Can't you just try giving a damn about somebody else and drag yourself out of here for once?"

"I'm not going THERE Barty. Anywhere else and maybe but not to one of your father's society parties."

"You're society too Regulus Black. You can cope with one little party."

"Yeah – I'm also a Black. Our idea of society parties is discussing blackmail, bribery and crooked deals against the ministry. Face it we're from two very different scenes Barty."

"Can't you just deal with it for one night?"

"Barty your father is the Head of the LAW ENFORCEMENT department – my cousin is a Death Eater, several of my in-laws are Death Eaters, showing up there is asking for an argument."

"I can't take being there by myself playing my fathers perfect little son all night – just be moral support!"

"I'd only make things worse."

"Reg… please?"

"They'll rip me to shreds."

"Fine then!" Barty snapped, scowling,

"I can't believe I'm agreeing to this."

"You'll come?!"

"If it means so much to you, just don't be surprised when they destroy me."

"Awww… I'll look after you."

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When the Day met the Night – Panic at the Disco

"Ouch! RABSTAN!"

"Awww… has the little ministry boy had enough?"

"It's hurts okay, just quit it!"

"Stupid brat – you came to one of our dear friend Bella's family parties and now you have to join in with it."

"Stop it!"

Barty flinched as his defence was met with another punch. Dammit – he was a better fighter than either of these guys but two on one wasn't fair!

"What's going on?"

He felt the hands release their grip on his arms, sending him crashing to the ground.

"Hey," remarked Rodolphus, his tone terse and icy.

"Don't 'hey' me, what are you doing?"

"Nothing," retorted Rabstan.

There were two almost simultaneous cracks and the Lestrange brothers dissaperated. Barty groaned.

"Despicable men," muttered the remaining voice.

Barty gradually began to push himself off of the ground and scanned the appearance of the stranger. Handmade boots, an expensive looking suit, a build that resembled his own and a vaguely familiar face.

"You're the Crouch boy," stated the stranger.

"Yeah," he muttered, "And apparently not somebody welcome around here if those two are anything to go by."

"Oh don't mind them, they do that to me as well when we're anywhere other than here," the boy remarked dismissively, offering him a hand, "Regulus Black, at your service."

He took the offered hand and pulled himself upwards, "Bartimus Crouch Jr, apparently at your house."