You were one of Barty’s closest friends, but was unaware of his connection with the Dark Lord. You became suspicious of him, Evan and Regulus, every now and then bringing up how they would leave their dorm in the middle of the night in black robes to hint to them that you were onto them. But they gave you nothing back.

Fed up, you searched for Barty and found him sitting on one of the velvet arm chairs in the secluded area of the common room, moving to stand in front of him. He didn’t look up from his book as you quietly scolded him for not telling you what was going on.

After a minute or so, Barty stood to his full height, snatching up your wrist sharply as he glared down at you, cold. “It’s none of your business. Just because you’re my friend doesn’t mean you get to stick your head in my life.”