Light (a sanders sides, harry potter au)

3. Not exactly ideal

This takes place a couple of weeks after the last chapter.

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Virgil woke up from a nightmare, this was a routine, but that didn't make it any more comforting or any less scary. He looked over at the clock on the wall, that showed that it was only four in the morning. Virgil, knew that if he tried to go back to sleep again, he would either not be able to sleep, or wake up half an hour later with another nightmare, so there was no point in trying.

He got out of bed, quickly changing in to one of his long-sleeved shirts, a pair of dark gray ripped jeans and, of course, his black sip-up hoddie with purple patches scattered across the black material. Virgil stood for a moment just starring out of the window, wondering what he could do. After a while he decided on physically making potions. He would read about potions, the different ingredients, which combinations gave certain outcomes, and so on, but he almost never made any.

It wasn't because he didn't want to, it was just that, to get to the cauldron and the ingredients he had to get to the basement, to get to the basement he had to go through the entire house and the people in it weren't exactly good company. It wasn't like Virgil was scared, he had nothing to be afraid of, most of the inhabitants didn't even notice him, either that or they ignored him, but they still made him uncomfortable enough that he avoided going downstairs unless it was necessary.

But since almost no one was up this time of day, Virgil could easily make it downstairs, he just had to be quiet. so, he did exactly that, he grabbed a potion book and his wand, just in case, and went down to the basement.

The basement was divided into tree medium sized rooms, one containing ingredients, one the cauldron and other necessities to making potions, and the last was an empty room, which was the first thing you would see when you walked down the stairs. The basement had always been the coldest part of the house, not that Virgil really minded, he had always been rather numb to the cold, even without his warm clothing, the only reason he always wore hoddies and sweaters was for the comfort they gave him.

Virgil had been in the basement for a couple hours once he started hearing people wake up and walk around, he didn't really care though, people hardly ever came to the basement anyway. Maybe his lack of worry also had something to do with the fact that he has succeeded to make a 'draught of peace' potion, on his second try, that seemed to be quite strong since he had been affected by the damp from it. The first time he tried, it ended up being a poison because he had added the ingredients in the wrong order, luckily, he was only using it on test animals.

Virgil also made some Polyjuice potion, but that was only because they had run out of it on the shelf, this itself caught him a bit of guard since they had a lot of it a couple days ago and usually no one used it. Virgil didn't dwell much on it though, deciding that he probably wouldn't want to know what it had been used for either way. Virgil had also attempted to make a 'Veritaserum', which is a truth serum in a way, but he hadn't been able to test it, since his only test subjects had been smaller animals, so to be safe he had thrown it out, making sure it wouldn't be used.

Just as Virgil was about to finish putting the ingredients back in place, he heard footsteps going down the stairs and tensed up, the effects of the draught of peace potion waring of a while ago. It wasn't like he wasn't allowed to be in there, he just didn't like the idea of someone to notice him, in any situation really. but he knew that there was no way around meeting whoever it was. Virgil stiffened up a bit, back to the door, as he braced himself for whoever it was, changing into his emotionless demeanor, that had become more of an automagical defense that an act by that point.

After he put the last things in place he turned around, going over to the door, reaching his hand out for the doorknob. He let his hand just rest there for a moment, a million thoughts going through his head, different scenarios with different people. Every negative outcome going through his head, most of the scenarios being unrealistic, but still worrying, making his heart rate speed up. Shaking his head slightly and taking a deep breath, he opened the door only to see that there was no one on the other side, this only worried him more as he looked around, did they go up again? Did he overlook them? Were they in the supply room? who even was it? Virgil looked around again, he was slightly worried about how caught up in his thoughts he would have had to have been to not notice that the person had left or went into the other room. He went over to and up the stairs, still feeling very uneasy about the situation.

He had made it through most of the halls leading to the Livingroom, where there would be stairs leading to the second floor. He was trying to be as silent as possible, not wanting to be noticed as he went into the Livingroom, being both worried and relieved that there weren't as many people in the house as there normally would be. He stopped, keeping up the calm façade as he saw the living room in complete chaos, the window to the far left being broken, almost every piece of furniture being ether broken, op side down or out of its original place, couch cushions littered about, and in the middle of everything two people dueling.

The two people hadn't seemed to notice Virgil, who was now leaning against the door frame, a tired look on his face. This had happened many times before, people would use the living room for games or training. One of the two dueling was Adrian Cardorette, a man in his early thirties with short blonde hair with orange tips, he was a talented wizard, there was no denying that, unfortunately he never took anything seriously, treating life as if it was a game, literally. The other was a tall woman named Cora Wallace, she was in her thirties too, though she looked a bit older due to her hair being gray. Cora was as disrespectful and manipulative as the was impulsive, all of these personality traits making her fairly unpopular with the other people living in the house.

Virgil sighed, not really wanting to deal with the two adults tarring the Livingroom apart, but knowing that he would have to pass to get upstairs. He waited for a while just studying the two and their wildly different tactics. In the end Virgil decided to just take the risk of getting hit if it meant that he didn't have to watch them 'fight' anymore. Sure, Virgil hadn't been in many duels, but it was obvious that Cora and Adrian were more fooling around than actually training, in the short while Virgil had been watching he could see many beginner mistakes, that mostly was made because of lack of proper attention to the fight.

Virgil walked in the shadows of the room, for once thankful that the lights were broken, and the room was therefor only lit by the natural light from outside. Virgil was pretty good at getting around un-noticed by now. He never wanted attention, so, by now, he had learned how not to gain any, often staying in the shadows and being quiet was enough, but now and then he would have to use magic.

Virgil had decided to not do anything for the rest of the day. He felt bad not doing anything considering all that he could potentially do, but his anxiety stopped him from going downstairs, and if he was completely honest, he didn't want to do anything. Virgil sat in the windowsill in his room with a sketch book, that was almost full, drawing. He had changed into a T-shirt and a pair of lose pants a while ago. Most of his clothes were from muggle stores, he hated warring robes when he didn't have to, they were unconfutable and unpractical, besides they were often a bit to formal to his liking.

Virgil had been caught up in drawing, resulting in him not noticing that the sun was going down until it went behind the horizon, coating everything in dark, including his drawing. He looked up slightly shocked it was already night, but none the less got up, putting down his drawing, getting ready to go to bed.

Sooooo, that was chapter 3.

Sorry for the late update, I have no excuse, I just couldn't get the ending right and I don't really like how the ending turned out, but I have rewritten it so many times, now I'm just updating it.

And I know I usually only post an Arthur note in the beginning, but I think this works better.

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