I stared down at my brown eyed fiance, the fear in his eyes terrifying me. It just wasn't like him. Barty jolted in my lap, writhing and whimpering. He was brought to his knees by one man. No, monster.
"No Master…Please! I beg of you!" Barty gasped, shuddering violently as he searched for the invisble man. It was the first time that I had even seen Barty fear anything or anyone.
"Barty, answer me!" I said, cupping his face in an attempt to keep him still. His own worry and fear was reflected in my eyes. His eyes were wide and manic, revealing the madness within. When his mouth went slack, my heart came to an ultimate stop. I couldn't help it. The tears came as I tried to sooth him, and bring him back from the brink of insanity. I smoothed back his fringe from his sweaty forehead, inhaling deeply. It was calming for me as well as for him.
"Come with me… you must come!" He rasped throatily, sounding an awful lot like Harry when he was possessed by Voldemort in the Department of Mysteries.
"Let him go." I kept my tone as harsh and cold as possible. I wanted to scream and yell at him, but the need to bring Barty back before he sent him completely insane took precedence. Barty's eyes flew open and Voldemort chuckled through him. I gave a soft sigh of relief when he started breathing normally again.
"Such a clever witch! Answer my call, daughter of Merlin, and I'll release your precious fiance's mind!" He snarled. I held his head in my lap, quickly weighing out the options. I knew that Voldemort would most likely prefer to kill him in person if his usage was through, so I made my decision, thanking the Gods silently that I had been able to come to a rational decision. And not a moment too soon.
"Answer me, girl!"
"Alright! Stop hurting him, and we'll come."
"Just the girl!"
"No. I refuse to go anywhere near a muredring psychopath like yourself without Barty." He was quiet.
"Very well, if he must." I watched as his body went limp and he came back to his senses.
"Aguamenti." I whispered, splashing his face with cool water. He blinked repeatedly and gazed up at me, a tired smile on his face. I smiled back, trying to conceal my fear. He cupped my cheek and closed his eyes.
"Thank you, Mya." I leaned in and kissed his flushed forehead. He gripped my wrists possessively.
"We should head for Hogsmeade." He yawned, nuzzling my thigh. All of these tender moments, I knew that he would normally have thrown me out then let me see him at his weakest. But now, he was allowing me to stay. It was a great show of faith and trust towards me.
"Thank you."
"For what?" He enquired wearily.
"For trusting me."
As we made our way out of Hogwarts and into Hogsmeade, I noticed that Barty's attitude and persona become colder. Harsher. It frightened me to say the least, but I tried to conceal it as much as possible.
"Well well, Barty boy! Master isn't very happy with you…"
"Leave it, Bellatrix." He hissed, his gaze dark. I shivered as Bella's crazed gaze fell on me. I froze and she snickered evilly.
"She doesn't look too powerful! Just an itty, bitty, Muggle breeding cow!" She cackled, and pouted as Barty raised his wand. She was exceedingly hostile, and we both knew it. I hadn't had time to think that this would be a possibility, seeing Bellatrix in the past. Free. Still, even if I had, it wouldn't have had prepared me for it at all. Barty placed a hand on my shoulder, snapping me out of my daze. I saw the concern hidden beneath his anger as I stared up at him. I huffed and turned away from him, refusing to acknowledge him when he was acting this way. I rolled my eyes with exasperation as I heard him growl under his breath.
"Master is by no means a patient wizard, Baaaaaaarty!" Bella giggled hysterically. He slid an arm around my waist, but I pushed it away as I followed Bellatrix rather than Barty. I could feel Barty's angry glare even if I couldn't see it.
"Is the little Gryffindor afraid?" She cooed in a patronising tone. I snorted and gripped my wand. It was a cautionary action, as she was a psychotic Death Eater obsessed with killing and doing all that her 'precious' Master wanted her to do for him. I couldn't deny that I felt a twinge of fear as she glanced at me coldly.
"I've faced worse."
"Than my Master? Impossible!" She huffed.
"A two-faced fiance is much worse in my opinion, to a man bent on Pure-Blood supremacy." She snickered and grabbed my hand as she apparated the two of us to their secret hide-out. As the solid ground disappear out from under my feet, I felt my anger change into that of severe disappointment.
So much for keeping his word…
"Somebody's not happy with you, dearest Barty!"
"I don't believe that it's any of your business, LeStrange! I suggest that you stop meddling in the affairs of other Death Eaters!" I shivered as a passing Death Eater leered at me greedily.
"Brilliant. New flesh…"
"She's mine!" Barty held me close, whipping his wand out. I huffed once more and followed Bellatrix, preferring the madwoman's company to that of the two male Death Eaters.
"Is Barty being undescisive again?" Bella asked me, waiting for me.
"Yeah…"She giggled and patted me on the head. What the bloody hell was wrong with this woman? She called me a 'breeding cow' not that long ago, and now she's treating me like a long lost daughter?
"He's just jittery. He'll get over it once Master's given him his orders. A good Crucio or two will sort him out. It always does. Barty's never done waiting well." She replied in a chirpy fashion. My stomach fell as bile rose in my throat. I may have been disappointed in him, but I most certainly didn't want for him to be harmed in anyway that Voldemort was thinking of.
"What?" I asked, my tone soft.
"Oh yes, my Master's been saving up for young Barty! You see, he was supposed to bring you along with him to the meeting three days ago, but he, as he said, 'forgot'!" She giggled once more. Three days? Oh no. that was the day that we first slept with each other.
He ignored a meeting for me? I turned around to glance at Barty. He looked like he was brooding. I frowned, sighing softly.
"I'll be back."
"Very well, but don't take too long! Master isn't a patient man!" I ran back to my fiance, my hands on my hips as I stared at him, a frown creasing my face once more.
"Why didn't you tell me, Barty?"
"I had my reasons." He commented dryly.
"Barty, don't be an arse. Why?"
"I have no wish to share you with anyone. Least of all him, even if he is my Master!" My hard gaze softened.
"You could've told me of your character changed!" He shook his head sadly.
"No, if he knew that I brought up a façade, you would be taken. All I ask is that you soothe me once this is all over and done with."
"Fuck you?" I spat crudely. He flinched, loosing eye contact with me momentarily.
"No, Mya. Soothe me. Love me." I sighed softly.
"I might regret it in the end, but I always will." He smirked and kissed my forehead softly.
"Thank you." I smiled weakly and wrapped my arms around his neck, kissing him softly. He held me by the waist, his possessive hold welcoming for now. Our small spat was over. Hopefully, we wouldn't have another fight while we were here. I laughed as he pulled me into the shadows, soothing us both with languid kisses. After all, we wouldn't last here if we fought again.