'Get up, Barty' Anastasia said one sunny yet cold morning. 'We have a lot to do today!'

Barty simply nodded. He didn't feel curious or happy that Anastasia finally included him in something to do – sure, he had his little duties, but most of the time, he was only being tested for multiple factors.

'What will… we do?' he asked. Anastasia shook her head.

'You will see a bit later. Get dressed, my cookie, we'll go outside.'

Outside. This was totally new. Barty hadn't been outside since June the year before, which made over half a year. But, to Anastasia's slight irritation, he didn't show any excitement. He just dressed himself quite warmly, as the day was cold, and announced that he was ready. Anastasia was already waiting for him.

'Hold on my arm, my cookie, we'll be Apparating' she said. Barty nodded and did as she told him. He knew better than to disobey. Anastasia hugged him firmly to protect him from most of the impact of Apparation and they Disapparated.

When they were where they were supposed to be, Anastasia let go of Barty and the man looked around, frowning. The area was completely unfamiliar to him, to say the least, but the healer seemed to know what they were supposed to do. She lead him to one of the houses in the area. They entered and one glance around told Barty that it was a Muggle house. Some Muggle came to them.

'What are you doing…' he started, but Anastasia pointed her wand at him already.

'STUPEFY!' she yelled. Then she gave Barty a vial of some potion.

'Drink it now' she said. Barty obeyed and fell asleep quickly. Before he drifted to sleep, he only saw Anastasia pointing her wand at the Muggle, whispering "Avada kedavra" and a flash of green light.

When he woke up, he was back home. He chuckled quietly. He didn't remember when he began calling Anastasia's house "home", but he found it amusing…

He gasped in shock. He found it amusing. He was feeling a little funny, a little bit as he put his left sock on his right foot and vice versa (of course socks were supposed to be identical, but in time, there was a difference). But it was a good feeling, too.

He got up and went to look for Anastasia. She was in the kitchen, preparing dinner. Dinner? Was it this late already? But it seemed so. Barty looked at the woman, who seemed not to notice him, as she was back to him, busy with food, humming to herself. Barty felt some strange, burning sensation in his chest. Since when was Anastasia so… womanly? He didn't feel such things when they were in Hogwarts together, and after they met again, he never felt actually anything, since he lacked a soul…

Sudden realization made him gasp. Loudly. Loudly enough for Anastasia to hear him finally.

'Oh, you woke up already? Good, for dinner will be soon. How do you feel?'

'Wonderful. A bit… like, something is wrong, but… but wonderful. What did you do to me?'

'I put some soul in you.'

Barty stayed silent for a while.

'But… how?' he asked. Anastasia looked away.

'You don't need to know the whole process' she whispered. Barty nodded, unsatisfied, but accepting anyway.

'Whose soul?' he asked.

'A piece of mine. Here, dinner ready. You must be starving.'

Barty nodded and helped himself to spaghetti Anastasia prepared. Man, why didn't he realize it earlier that she cooked so well? But suddenly he choked on a piece of his food.

'Ana! You… you split your soul? You made me your horcrux?' he asked. Anastasia nodded.

'Why would you do this?' he was puzzled. Anastasia held his hand.

'Don't you know?' she whispered. And then it dawned on him.

'I love you too, Ana.'

EPILOGUE

Anastasia finished her notes about how a horcrux made of soulless human works. Barty looked at the parchments, quite puzzled.

'Why are you writing this? They would know immediately that you made one.'

Anastasia smiled to her partner.

'I'll seal them right now. They won't open to anyone outside our bloodline… until the bloodline dies out.'

'This is reasonable' Barty nodded. 'Wait… what do you mean by our bloodline?'

'Just what it is, Barty. I'm expecting a baby. It probably means he should leave England… go somewhere no one knows us…'

The young Death Eater scratched his nose impatiently.

'What about Slavic areas? They don't really mind what happens just behind the walls' he proposed. 'And even though it would take me a few Apparations to the Dark Lord, it would also be a great opportunity…'

'So, it's decided' Anastasia smiled widely. Barty kissed her on the tip of her nose, like the loved. 'Tomorrow we'll be among the Slavs.'

Yes, I do love putting Slavic people, or areas, everywhere. Just because I'm Slavic too.

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