𝑀𝓎 𝒮𝓁𝓎𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝒾𝓃 (My Slytherin) || •PJM• ✔️

Shadows

"The girl could be the key to all of this!" a male voice cries.

"Or she could destroy us all!" another cries back.

"She's the daughter of our two most powerful fighters - she must be special!"

"Our two most powerful fighters are in Azkaban!"

"She could be the one the prophecy is referring to!"

"Then going to her could be a death trap!"

"Silence!" a booming voice shrieks.

The sound of thunder crackling seems to hit in-sync with the man's voice. He stands, his lanky figure shadowing over his subordinates. "Are you quite finished?" he asks in a taunting, almost joking manner. They seem to bow and nod to show their respect. "Azkaban is a problem, yes, but one that can be solved. Think outside the box... we've been building for eight years, you think a measly prison is going to stop us now?" They shake their heads, no one daring to speak. "Good..." his voice chuckles out, a smirk on his dry lips.

The stench of potions overpowers the smell of blood. They've become accustomed to the strange scents around these parts. "The hedge maze will be our first target," he says with his smug smirk still on his face.

"Sir, shouldn't we start with the professors rather than the students?" one suggests.

He gets zapped back. "Silence! You speak when I tell you to!" They all quiver away, especially the one who opened his mouth. "Everything is going according to plan. We have our numbers, our power, our magic. That school won't stand a chance... and I'll find her. I'll find her as soon as I can." Everyone does another bow of respect, no voices in the air except for their leader's. "Good. Dismissed. Go find where the girl's partner will be and stalk the two. Get me sources on the inside. I'm not failing this time... I'm not waiting. Never again." More nods and bows. Soon enough, the entire army is dispersing, the man sitting on his throne overlooking the yard. Even after all that: he's still smirking.

~~~

You roll your eyes and close your notebook, tired of everything. For once it'd be nice if you could understand the topics in class. It's like you understand them, but not really. Jimin's pacing around the Gryffindor common room while you're sitting. Namjoon and Jin are highkey eavesdropping from across the way, their eyes focused on you and Jimin. There's one thing you haven't handled yet: the best friend. Jeon Jungkook. He doesn't really know you and Jimin are together. It'd probably break his heart. Poor boy wants you to be safe and thinks Jimin wouldn't provide that.

"Pacing won't help your potions grade," you say.

Jimin sighs and sits next to you, holding your hand right away. "I'm not worried about that. I'm worried about your best friend finding out about us and hating us."

"He won't hate us. He trusts my judgement," you're quick to reply.

"He hates me," Jimin bluntly says, "he's very vocal about how much he hates me. He's said it right to my face."

"Did you deserve it?"

"A little," Jimin replies with a shrug.

You resist a chuckle and scoot closer, placing your free hand on his cheek. "It's okay. I'll make the case that you've changed."

"I really haven't, I'm less aggressive but I'm still 100% asshole. We still bicker and yell and argue."

"The difference is this time I'm not getting hurt. This time we're bickering over stupid stuff like if a movie is good or not, or if you suck at potions or not."