Barty wasn't supposed to care for you. You both were on opposing ends of this war, rivals, enemies. Or so everyone else believed. They weren't aware of the late nights you both spent in muggle motels and the neighbouring forests, spending any moment possible with one another in secret.

He wasn't supposed to halt in the midst of the battle when he saw you on the rubble, injured from various punctures. He wasn't supposed to care, but he did.