‘Dark Lord,’ Peter breathed. The wall rumbled quietly and slid across.
Peter morphed into Wormtail and scurried through the opening and into the dark, silent Common Room. Surely Lucius wouldn’t mind...? Shaking his head, Peter ran through the door by the Slytherin banner which took him into a circular room with seven doors spread over the walls. One of the doors creaked and a sleepy looking first-year boy came out, rubbing his eyes. He tottered toward the Common Room.
Peter sat gasping against the dull skirting, next to a carved message reading “Tom was here”. As soon as the boy was out of sight, Peter dashed into the seventh-year dormitory, morphing mid-step.
All of its occupants were snoring; Malfoy was sprawled on his bed, his long blonde hair in disarray, Avery was snoring, Crabbe had either not made it to bed or rolled out and was curled up next to his trunk, Goyle’s thick leg was twitching, Rosier was muttering curses under his breath and lastly, Snape was sleeping dead-still, his arms pinned to his side, his breathing almost silent.
Peter tiptoed over to Malfoy’s bed and poked his shoulder. The blonde snorted and rolled over, mumbling Narcissa’s name. Peter poked him again. ‘Malfoy? Lucius?’
Malfoy sat bolt upright, his grey eyes flying open. He yelled, pulling his wand out. The other boys – save for Crabbe and Goyle – woke up, some yelling, others, like Snape, quietly. Peter barely had time to duck before four hexes went soaring over his head. ‘Pettigrew?!’ Malfoy said in disbelief. ‘Stop! Wands down!’ He turned back to Peter. ‘What the fuck are you doing?’
‘I-I have news,’ Peter said, pushing himself up off the floor. Snape rolled his eyes and lay back down in his bed.
‘Spit it out then,’ Lucius snapped. ‘It’s two in the morning for Merlin’s sake!’
‘I know. Sorry. Well, you see, I was injured on the full-moon, and while I was in hospital-’
‘I hope for your sake, Pettigrew, that you haven’t woken us up to tell us you life-story,’ Snape said, curling his lip.
‘N-no,’ Peter squeaked.
‘Then hurry up,’ Snape said irritably. Malfoy nodded.
‘Dumbledore has invited me to join the Order of the Phoenix,’ Peter said breathlessly.
‘You’re joking,’ Malfoy said in disbelief.
‘No,’ Peter said, annoyed; why did everyone always think so little of him?
‘Dumbledore offered you a place?’ Snape sneered. ‘Why?’
‘I wasn’t actually there,’ Peter said quickly. ‘I was in the Hospital Wing. Dumbledore offered Sirius a position and the others were listening in and managed to talk their way in. Apparently they negotiated a place for me too.’
‘Others?’ Snape asked quickly, looking almost concerned, before his usual impassive mask fell back into place.
‘Black, Lupin, Blue, Evans and Potter, of course,’ Peter answered.
‘Evans?’ Snape asked, an odd expression on his face. ‘We truly are on different sides then.’
‘There will be other girls, Sev,’ Rosier said impatiently. ‘Ones that don’t have filthy blood in their veins.’
Snape fisted his hands. Avery noticed and leered at him. ‘Poor Sevvie,’ he cooed. ‘Worried about little mudbloods.’
‘Yeah,’ Crabbe said. ‘Yeah, but don’t worry, Snape. Potter will look after her for you.’
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