Power and Persecution [1] || Harry Potter x OC x Draco Malfoy

93. Abnormally Large Nose

DISCLAIMER

I do not own Harry Potter ... but who is your dream young Marauders cast?

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That night Harry couldn't sleep.

There are always so many reasons for why sleep evades him.

Tonight it just so happened to be that day's events.

The fate of the hippogriff being the worst one imaginable.

The fate of Bel becoming the one unwritten.

Harry couldn't get her face and voice out of his head.

The way she spoke about Malfoy with such pure hatred and anger.

The way she looked stern and serious.

It was as though if they weren't there to stop her, Malfoy would already be dead.

Harry knew not to be scared of the girl.

He reminded himself of that as he sat awake in his bed, his wand lit up in one hand, and the small sword of Gryffindor that Bel had carved for him turning in the other.

He also had the Marauder's Map open in front of him.

It was for no particular reason, Harry just wanted something to distract his mind.

Watching the movements of those around the hallways seemed to do the trick.

He had even tried to search for Bel's name but couldn't see it anywhere.

Suddenly, Ron sat up straight in a fit of whispered yells in the bed opposite Harry's.

"Spiders! There's – There's spiders. Spiders ... They want me to tap dance. I don't wanna tap dance!"

"You tell those spiders, Ron", Harry spoke over to his friend.

"Right, yeah. Tell them. Tell them – I'll tell them ...", Ron muttered as he lay back down, falling back asleep the instant his head hit the pillow.

Harry couldn't help but smirk as he returned his focus back to the map.

The first name that caught his eye was Argus Filch patrolling the hallways.

That was pretty much the only name Harry had seen for the past twenty minutes.

But that was about to change.

As he flipped over two more folded pieces of the map, he saw another name.

Peter Pettigrew.

Immediately, there were voices speaking in his mind.

The voices of Professor McGonagall, Madam Rosmerta, and Cornelius Fudge.

That day in the Three Broomsticks, they had said Peter Pettigrew was dead.

That he wasn't just dead. He was destroyed.

It should be impossible for his name to be on this map, but there was no denying it.

Peter Pettigrew was here.

In the castle.

Immediately, Harry swung his legs out from his covers and put on a pair of shoes.

His curiosity would always get the better of him.

It was certainly something he shouldn't be doing.

Sneaking out of bed late at night with Sirius Black on the loose.