"Life used to be a lot more peaceful when I was dead"
Unnoticed. Ignored. Forgotten.
So he left. Never to be seen again. Vanished from the face of the earth.
Until Today. Four years later, the black-haired Weasley makes a comeback that takes the...
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Marcus quietly slipped into the Slytherin common room, hoping that the late hour would ensure everyone was fast asleep. However, to his surprise, a boisterous chatter filled the air, shattering the usual serenity of the snake's den.
"Thank Merlin you're alright!"
A familiar voice whispered urgently as hands quickly pulled him aside, away from the bustling crowd. It was Baby Malfoy, his face a mix of relief and panic. Pansy and Blaise, two second-year students, stood nearby, sharing the same expressions of fear and trepidation.
"Where have you been?" Draco hissed, frantic and panicked.
Confusion etched across Marcus' face as he looked at the younger Malfoy. "Out. What's up?"
Draco gulped nervously, visibly on edge, jittery as he looked about nervously, "Someone opened the Chamber of Secrets! There's blood on the walls, and Dumbledore ordered a lockdown. I was worried sick, thinking something had happened to you!"
Marcus sighed, rubbing his temples, "Thats not good."
"What-" Draco exclaimed in panic, stunned by his reaction, "What do you mean-"
"If you'll excuse me, Baby Malfoy," Marcus pat the kids head reassuringly, nodding at the other two second years, before he turned and pushed his way through the crowd.
He found Mattheo sitting on a nearby couch, his gaze fixed intently on the flickering flames of the fireplace. The room fell silent as Marcus approached, brushing past a seventh-year prefect.
The Slytherin Heir looked up at the sudden hush that enveloped the common room, his eyes meeting Marcus' piercing gaze. Mattheo stood up abruptly as his friend neared, concern evident in his expression.
"Marcus! Where were you, damn it!? I've been trying to-"
But the entire house fell into an eerie stillness, every eye fixated on the Heir of Slytherin and Marcus Weasley.
Marcus jerked his head towards the dormitories, and turned, Ignoring the curious gazes and whispered speculations. People swept out of his way as he walked, most likely because Mattheo was following close behind.
Marcus pushed open the dorm to their door, waited until Mattheo walked in, closed it calmly, then rounded on him, his usually cheerful expression replaced with calm composure as he spun around. "What happened?"
Mattheo ran a hand through his dark hair, his composure shattered as he paced the room, "I don't know, Marcus! It's insane! One moment we were having dinner, and the next, Filch's cat was petrified!"
Marcus frowned, his eyes searching Mattheo's face. "Listen, I have to ask. Was it you?"
Mattheo's eyes widened with disbelief. "What? No! How can you even think that, Marcus? You know me better than anyone. I would never do something like that!"
