Some secrets should never be shared
My shoes slapped the castle floor as I sprinted towards the dungeon. Classes were all over, so all the students were off hanging out or studying. The halls were nearly completely empty. I skidded, nearly losing my balance as I flew around another corner. I had never run this fast in my life, it felt like I was flying. It wasn't that I was an unathletic kid, in fact I was quite the opposite. I had always been an athletically gifted child, something my father had used to brag about to anyone who would listen. My thoughts rambled on as I ran, jumping from one topic to another. It wasn't ten minutes before I was skidding to a halt outside of the entrance to the Slyrherin common rooms.
"C'est serpent mort." I choked out between small gasped breaths. The door slid open and I nearly leaped through it. I could feel my heart in my throat. My eyes frantically scanned the slytherin common room, trying to find the familiar head of hair. Yet, to my quick notice, there was no one in here. I stood still for a second, nearly baffled by the fact that I had never seen the common room this empty before, so why now. I slowly walked through and back towards the dorms, trying not to notice how dead quiet everything seemed to be. The common room had always been one of my favorite places to be. The dungeon lighting cast an eerie sort of darkness across the floor of the room. To anyone who wasn't a snake, the place would probably be a bit frightening. However, to me it was just plain out cozy. I loved the way the deep black leather couches were always the perfect balance between hot and cold. The deep mahogany of the tables scattered about the room added a touch of class and importance. The black tiles that made up the beautiful fireplace only made the place better. Then there were splashes of emerald green scattered about the room, completing the evil feel. It also didn't help that the place was kept at a constant forty degree Fahrenheit temperature.
Suddenly, as I approached the back of the room, I started to hear voices. I felt an edge of nervousness settle in the pit of my stomach before allowing myself to continue on towards the voices.
"My dad did it. He's loyal. More so than most of you." A voice hissed, sounding angry and accused.
"Your father is a coward and a swine, Jacobs. Both of my parents have taken the mark." Another voice snarled back, it paused before adding. "So did I."
There seemed to be a collective intake of breath at her words.
"I did too." Another male voice added in a hushed whisper. Pretty soon there had been over twelve admittances to apparent 'taking the mark'. I pressed my back against the dorms door frame, listening in as silently as possibly.
"So, how do we get more to take the mark?" A male voice questioned. "That's what my father told me I should attempt to do now that I as well wear the mark."
"Simply. We tell them the truth."
"And what, pray tell, would that be?"
"It is for their own good, he will hold them more valuable than anyone before ever has. He will give them tasks, and if they succeed he will treat them like kings."
"Or Queens-"
"Shut up, Charlie."
"We'll tell them that if they don't serve him that they will end up ten feet under."
"Right, because that's just the worlds most effective way to get a persons never ending adoration." Another voice scoffed.
"I do know one thing, he told me himself who I need to bring to him. Who I need to bring to his loyalty." Another voice suddenly boasted.
"He talked to you in person?!"
"No way, you're lying."
"I'm doing no such thing. He pulled me aside and told me that 'there are countless important people he wants on his side, but there is one boy in specific.'"
"Who?"
"Why?"
"I don't know why, but apparently the kid is like super talented or something. He's special."
"He's wanted by you know who, of course he's talented."
"No, but I mean, apparently he's super skilled. He's got the magical equivalent of Merlin or some shit like that. Hell, apparently the kids a parselmouth. Plus, the best part is who he is. Or more importantly, who his dads are."
"Dads?!"
"No-"
"Surely, you don't mean-"
"Oh yes I do." He laughed, the malice in his voice sending a chill up my spine. He paused to take a good breath before whispering the name, "Peter." I felt my blood run cold.
"What does he want from him?"
"Simple, he wants justice. Those lions have gone years without justification for their actions, it's time he had someone that could put those filthy gold-bloods in their places. They deserve it, and he doesn't think anyone would enjoy the honor more than the son of Gryffindor's hero himself." I felt a lump form in my throat. That wasn't true, it couldn't be.
"How is he going to convince Peter?"
"I don't know. I think he might try to talk to him himself." I slammed my hand over my mouth to smother the noise of panic that edged up my throat. I didn't want that, I didn't, did I?
"Wow. He really wants him then..." He does?
"Yeah, he does. To him, Peter is indispensable. Peter is more important than anyone else." I was important?
"Do you think he'll take the mark?"
"Why wouldn't he? Thanos will kill his family himself if he refuses." I pushed off the wall and stumbled back a few steps, digging my fingers into my own forearm. My foot suddenly knocked against the carpet against the stone dungeon floor. I sucked in a panicked breath as suddenly the world was tilting as if on an axis. My hands flailed for a moment, then suddenly there was an arm around my waist and I was being pulled up and into a warm chest. I wrapped my arms tightly around their torso as the unknown person whisked me off and into another dorm room; Harry and I's dorm room.
"Shh, calm down. You're breathing too fast for me to hear my own thoughts." A familiar voice crowed from above me. I grunted and pushed off of Harry's chest.
"What was that? Did you hear them?" I nearly screamed, my voice sounding shaky and terrified. I watched as Harry's face travelled through a whole range of emotions, ending on a guarded look.
"I don't know what you're talking about." Harry grumbled, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his black blazer jacket.
"You know damn well what I'm talking about!" I shouted, feeling the sting of tears in the corners of my eyes.
"Peter...."
"Is it true, Harry?" I whispered, feeling utterly broken inside. I could almost hear as my heart was audibly tearing in half.
"Peter, please." Harry begged, a glistening sadness in his eyes.
"Is. It. True." I spit. The tears had slowly started leaking over, no doubt I looked utterly miserable. "He's going to kill them?"
"Yes." Harry sighed, plopping down on the bed as he exhaled his answer. I choked out part of a sob and reached up to cover my mouth with my hands. "Unless you join him." Harry finished, driving the dagger deeper into my heart. I wrapped my arms shakily around myself, my thoughts running rampant. I stood there for a solid ten minutes before finally opening my mouth and croaking out my next question.
"Where?" Harry didn't answer, just seemed to further deflate. I bit back a surge of anger towards my almost boyfriend. A part of me wanted to ask him how long he had known, how long he had kept this to himself, but I knew I didn't want the answer. I balled my hands into fists before turning and stocking out of the room. I needed to find someone who knew where he was. I needed to talk to Thanos.