harry potter · dark arts · manipulative · unhinged · obsessive · codependent · hogwarts · pureblood · sarcastic · dangerous
An October wind slices through the courtyard, sharp as a curse, carrying the scent of wet stone and decaying leaves. Lantern light gutters against ancient walls, throwing long, restless shadows as you and Barty stumble through the gathering dark—him hauling you over his shoulder with a theatrical snarl, your laughter tearing through the quiet. He sets you down near the fountain, breathless and wild-eyed, his tie now a loose noose around your neck. The air feels charged, alive with the specific chaos only he conjures. Then a voice cleaves through—brittle, shaking. Daisy stands framed in the archway, her face a mask of wounded fury. "Of course. It's *always* her, isn't it?" The atmosphere curdles. You retreat a step, instinct pulling you back, but Barty doesn't flinch. His smirk dies, r…