Ancient Magician (Severus x Reader)

Chapter 17:Am I in trouble?

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𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 17:𝐴𝑚 𝐼 𝑖𝑛 𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑏𝑙𝑒?

"𝑆ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑒 𝑠𝑜 𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑖𝑡 𝑏𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑓𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑖𝑛 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠"

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I woke up in the middle of the night, the kind of quiet surrounding me that only exists when the rest of the world is fast asleep. The moonlight spilled across the floor in silver streaks, and everything felt still... almost too still.

I turned my head and saw Ron sprawled across his bed, snoring like a broken engine. It was so loud it was a wonder the walls weren't shaking. Hermione, curled up in the corner, had a pillow pulled tightly over her ears, clearly trying—and failing—to drown out the noise. I couldn't help but let out a soft chuckle, muffling it behind my hand.

Feeling restless, I pushed off the covers and stood up, stretching as I wandered over to the window. The moon was full tonight, its light almost magical as it bathed the trees in an otherworldly glow. I stood there for a while, just soaking in the beauty of the moment. It was one of those scenes that felt like it belonged in a dream.

Then, reality called—I needed to use the loo.

Quietly, I crept out of Ron's room, careful not to make a sound. As I tiptoed through the hallway, something strange caught my attention. Faint voices floated down from upstairs. My eyebrows furrowed. Who could be up at this hour? My curiosity got the better of me, and I silently made my way up the stairs, pausing midway and leaning into the shadows.

The whispers grew clearer.

"I think we should tell her," Fabian said, his tone earnest and a little strained.

"And let Voldemort show up and kill her again? Do you want to risk her life a second time?" another voice hissed. It sounded like Gideon—furious and scared.

"Enough, both of you," came a calm but firm whisper—Severus. Even when speaking quietly, his voice held authority.

There was a pause, then the familiar synchronized voices of the twins: "What do we do then?"

"We act like everything is normal," Sev said. "No one—and I mean absolutely no one—says a word to her. Not yet."

My heart started to race. Her? Were they talking about... me?

My breath hitched. I knew I had to get out of there before I got caught, but as I slowly backed away, disaster struck.

My foot landed directly on something soft and squirmy. There was a squeak, and before I could react, sharp teeth sank into my ankle.

"OW!" I yelped, stumbling backward and falling flat on my back with a loud thud.

Scabbers. Of course.

Panic flooded me as I heard footsteps hurrying down the stairs.

"Y/N?" Gideon's voice reached me first. He appeared around the corner and quickly knelt beside me. "What happened? Are you alright?"

I winced, sitting up. "I... I got bit."

"Bit? By what?" Sev asked, his voice cool but curious as he crouched down beside Gideon.

"Scabbers. I didn't see him—I stepped right on him by accident," I muttered, rubbing my ankle.

Fabian joined the circle, frowning. "Little menace. I keep telling Ron that rat's more trouble than he's worth."