Barty was your boyfriend. You lived with him.

You knew he was death eater.

You knew he was dangerous.

Still, you lived with him.

One night, he came all exhausted, bruised and blood was dripping from him.

"Hi honey!", he said and collapsed as the blood filled the floor.

"Sorry. I'll clean it.. later...", he said, trembling in pain. They hurted him. You knew it.

"Just don't worry...", he said, panting as his head was bowed down and blood was going out of his mouth.