Somethings are better off unknown
My shoes clipped against the cobble walk way as I trotted down towards the small little cobblestone shack at the bottom of the hill. It sat at the border of the forbidden forest, down near where the care of magical creatures was held. Thanks to Professor Loki's new assignment I needed a root that could only be found down by Thor's 'hut'. It wasn't all bad, of course. Of all my Gryffindor relatives Uncle Thor had always been the easiest person to spend time around. He was just less house biased than the rest of them. Then again, Thor had always been the kind of relative who didn't necessarily care whether or not anyone else liked you, he was still going to bug the shit out of you trying to be your friend. I attempted to dust off my tighter fitting white shirt, straightening the green tie that hung loosely about my neck before knocking on the giant wooden door of the home. A small autumn breeze swept by and I bit down on my bottom lip to keep my teeth from chattering. It had been three months since summer ended and it was starting to feel more like winter than fall. It wouldn't be long before it would be scarf and jacket weather once more
Suddenly, there was a loud click and then the door was swung open. I blanched for a second before looking up at the now beaming face of my uncle. I nearly had to crane my neck just to be able to meet his eyes.
"Young Peter! Such a pleasure! What has brought you down to my dwellings?" He boomed, causing me to flinch back a bit. I don't think Uncle Thor had ever been told exactly how loud he was, and quite honestly I didn't plan on being the one to tell him.
"Oh, uh yeah. Hey, Uncle Thor." I chirped back, reaching back to rub the back of my neck a bit nervously. "I was wondering if I could possibly utilize a few of the roots in your garden for a potions project?"
"Ah, so it is my brother who hath sent you." He thundered, rolling his eyes at the thought of his sibling. "Well, it would just be wrong of me to say no to my own nephew, would it not?"
"I mean, I suppos-"
"But first I must insist you come in and have something warm to drink! Out dressed like that in this weather, you'll catch a cold faster than Heimdall can catch a Bildgesnipe!" He chortled at his own joke. If it even was a joke. I could briefly recall having read about a Bildgesnipe before in his class, but it was still a bit odd to hear uncle Thor refer to them as if they were simply common knowledge.
"No, I really shouldn't stay, I mean I-" my sentence was halted as a giant muscled hand suddenly came down on my shoulder and I was instantly being whisked into the hut as if I weighed that of a feather. Before I could even process what was happening I had been deposited in a large brown leather couch. I wiggled my legs and readjusted my sitting position to where I wasn't being sucked into the large appliance. I looked up just in time to catch Thor rounding the corner and disappearing into the adjourning kitchen. It wasn't a small hut, but as with all things magic, it was a bit bigger on the inside.
"What have you, young Peter? Shall it be a warming pumpkin tea, or possibly some butter beer?" His voice rang out from the kitchen. I peered my head, trying to see if I could even catch sight of my giant uncle as he thundered about the small home.
"I'll just have some butter beer, Uncle Thor, but um, can I get it to go maybe? It's only going to get colder as it gets later and I don't want to be a bother." The lie slipped off my tongue easily. It wasn't that I wanted to lie to him, it just made things a bit simpler is all.
"Ah, yes of course. I can do that!" A few seconds later he was booming back into the room, a small cup held in his hands. I held back the remark that clearly cups were not made to be portable, and therefor not to go.
"Thanks." I whispered as the hot cup was placed in my hands. I had to admit, it was nice to hold something warm. It also smelled phenomenal, if I was being honest.
"So, how are your fathers fairing?" I nearly dropped the cup in surprise at his words, looking up at him with an owlish expression. "I would assume they not fair well, what with the war approaching."
"War?" I replied, cocking my head to the side. I hadn't heard anything about a war. I feel like news of a war would have spread like wildfire through slytherin if that were true.
"Yes, have your parents not told you of it yet? Your cousins have all been told." Thor stated bluntly. I felt a pang of something in the pit of my stomach. It was never fun to be reminded of the fact that everyone else in your family had a better relationship with their parents than you did.
"Ohhhh, right. That. Sorry, I totally blanked. You're talking about the war with...." I paused, pretending to rack my brain trying to find the words which would never come. Luckily, Thor took the bait.
"Thanos, of course. I'm glad you know of it as well. After all, some of your fellow housemates will no doubt soon be turning over to help him. That shouldn't be for awhile though, seeing as he is still in the process of coming back."
"Um, Uncle Thor. I don't remember some of what my Fathers told me. Could you give me a brief summary maybe?" I asked sweetly, looking as innocent as possible. "As you know, Thanos has begun returning, his death eaters have started to come with him. They've been growing in numbers, soon they'll have nigh the army of Asgard. I fear that soon the children of your house will begin taking on the mark as well. The teachers will be watching you all very closely now." He mumbled, looking troubled at that fact. I felt a sudden chill down my spine and needed to get away. I had to talk to Harry about this.
"Right, I remember now. Well, I better head out." I chirped, popping up from the chair and heading towards the door. Thor stood up and mirrored me. "See you around, Uncle Thor!" The door opened and I slipped through, ready to get up to the castle as soon as possible. I somewhat heard Thor yell something after me, but whatever it was it was lost in the wind. I needed to get back and talk to Harry. I needed to know more.