Slytherin Common Room, Late Night
The flickering firelight cast long shadows across the common room, lending an eerie glow to the stone walls. A stillness hung in the air, broken only by the quiet rustling of parchment and the occasional scrape of quills. It was the kind of silence that felt alive, like a coiled snake waiting to strike.
The event from couple of days ago —the petrified cat, the Chamber of Secrets—had cast a pall over the entire school. But here, in the Slytherin common room, the tension was almost unbearable. The usual camaraderie was replaced by wary glances and stiff postures.
Eva, typically the chatterbox of the group, sat in uncharacteristic silence, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her robes.
Finally, the quiet became too much. Eva’s voice, usually bright and chirpy, now came out soft and trembling.
“Is this heir of Slytherin real? And... is he really among us? Is he going to kill all the muggleborns? Is he really that cruel?”
The question landed like a stone in a still pond. All eyes turned to her, and for a moment, no one spoke.
Blaise rolled his eyes, leaning back in his chair. “Honestly, Eva, don’t be ridiculous.”
Eva bristled but didn’t back down. “It’s not ridiculous, Blaise. Everyone’s looking at us like we’re all suspects. Even the professors. And what if they’re right? What if he’s... here?”
Blaise sighed, rubbing his temples. “Now that your chatterbox was close, your skull box is over-working. First of all, how you are sure it’s a he? Second, take a deep breath and do your assignment. It’s due tomorrow.”
“He looks so done.”
“That’s easy for you to say,” Eva shot back, her voice rising slightly. “You’re not the one they’ll target. I’m Muggle-born, Blaise. What if I’m the first one?”
"Well," Sirius said, dragging out the pause for dramatic effect, "the situation is starting to look... Sirius." He leaned back with a smug grin, waiting for the inevitable groans.
"Merlin’s beard," groaned Remus, pinching the bridge of his nose.
James smirked. "Hey, at least he’s consistent. Consistently terrible."
"Jealousy doesn’t suit you, Prongs," Sirius shot back. "Not everyone can be this witty."
"Or this insufferable," muttered Peter under his breath, earning a round of chuckles.
The room fell silent again, the weight of her words pressing down on them all. Tracey glanced at Daphne, who quickly looked away. Theo, for once, stopped writing and set his quill down with a soft clink.
“They won’t touch you,” Theo said firmly. “Not while...,” he lowered his voice, “Our Lord is here. Your overthinking is putting a question mark on your faith on him.” He said the last bit sharply.
Theo clenched his fists, his jaw tightening as he swallowed his irritation. If they only knew the weight of his power, the gravity of his vision, they’d see. But perhaps that’s the problem—they don’t truly understand. And that ignorance… that weakness... His lips pressed into a thin line.
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Fanfiction"My lord," Cyril hummed in reply. Theo always preferred this title. Theo asked, referring to the future they all would be witnessing, "Are you okay with what tomorrow brings? It's like privacy being snatched away, and secrets won't be secrets anymo...
