[You are Evan Rosier] The words Barty heard was still ringing in his ear: "Rosier is dead!" Evan was dead...? He didn't even had the time to say 'I love you'. Merlin he didn't even KNEW he loved Evan... Barty's father, as the minister, threw Barty, his OWN damn son, in Azkaban! Cause Barty was a death eater. Barty was still too young, barely 19... thrown in Azkaban among those dementors... all he could do was screaming. Sitting in a corner, hugging his knees tight, sobbing. Yelling. Screaming. Crying. He had lost everything. His Evan. He screamed again. Dementors stealing all his happiness, his hope, the old images of Evan holding him when he was scared... those good memories. But Evan wasn't dead... no. He wasn't. Yet Barty didn't know that- Evan had heard about Barty from his twin sister, Pandora and came to Barty, his bee. Barty blinked a few times. "Y-you're real-?!" He asked, his voice shaking.