Jegulus: the escaping of a broken home

"Talking to strangers in dark corridors."

Hi lovelies! 🥰 I love this chapter, and I am slowly falling in love with Barty, but...😬

Anyways, some things in this chapter are not mine, so here is the actual owner.

All credits go to J.K. Rowling for the Sorting Hat's song (it's from ootp).

All credits go to J.K. Rowling for the mention of Pucey, but as I didn't have much to go off of I invented most of his personality.

But Kiara Saanvi, Sophia, Gabriella, Becky, Dove, Winter, Ellis and Raven are characters of my own creation 😌

Hope you all enjoy the chapter!xx💕

Regulus felt as though someone had forcibly been tugging on his heartstrings, and he winced at the empty ache.

He had pushed that memory aside for the rest of the summer. It was simply unbearable to keep it available for him to remember. He still remembered the conversation his mother had had with him the day after the murder.

"We will make his death known to the Ministry around Halloween. Sirius and you will most likely receive letters informing you of his passing. I forbid you from attending his funeral, interacting or grieving with Sirius, and showing any remorse or sympathy. He is not your brother and Algie was never your uncle. Merely a disappointment, the both of them."

"Yes, mother."

Barty had been looking out of the carriage in anger until now, but he seemed to have cooled off slightly and spared Regulus a glance. He almost turned back but did a double take at the disturbed expression his best friend was wearing.

"Are you alright? You look more pale than usual, and that's saying something." He snorted, teasing Regulus about his vampire-like complexion.

Regulus put on a straight face, composing himself, and met Barty's eye. "Very funny." He said dryly. "And I'm alright, just tired." He put his hands up in weak defense.

Barty knew he was lying, but didn't push it.

"Well, Rosier invited us to the Slytherin party in the common room." Barty didn't specify they were going, but Regulus knew that it was implied.

"Tonight? Didn't you just hear me say 'I'm tired'? And since when are you and Rosier on speaking terms? I thought you hated him." He pointed out, glad of the distraction from his earlier thought but also well aware that Barty would drag him to the party, and that was something that he was not looking forward to.

Barty sighed in exasperation. "Yes, tonight. We're going whether you like it or not. And I do still hate Rosier, but I would still have gotten the invite from someone else even if that dimwit hadn't invited me." He said this rather impatiently.

"Okay." Regulus grumbled. There was no point in arguing. If Barty wanted to go to the party, they would in the end, no matter how many protests Regulus put up.

"Good. And we need to get you to hook up with someone in the next month at least." Barty said, changing the topic.

A look of obvious horror crossed Regulus' face. "No, no way. That can be your thing."

Barty clicked his tongue in annoyance. "You're such a virgin." He complained.

"I am, and I'd like to keep it that way, thank you very much." Regulus said, rolling his eyes.

"I can get you anyone. Guy or girl, you name it."

"Okay, first of all, girl. I'm not gay.