AN: Sorry, guys. I've been busy with the Apples and Snakes trilogy, and kinda lost muse. Here's a long-awaited chapter.
The next morning, I awoke, feeling a bit more depressed than I had for a long time. I got up, barely drove the comb through my hair, and got dressed. I didn't even bother with my makeup. I just instead went down, and got some breakfast, even though I almost didn't want what little I'd gotten.
I joined up with Caspian in the Great Hall, and went to Defense Against the Dark Arts. Imagine my surprise when I saw Snape in the classroom.
"Sit down," he said coldly, and we filed into seats, and looked about the room. Gruesome pictures lined the walls of many dark and deathly scenes. I stared at my desk, for it was a bit too much for me to see, despite having seen death and dark magic in Narnia at some of its worst.
"These are pictures, as you have noticed, are pieces of dark magic. This is the..." I blocked it all out.
"Susan, are you okay?" Caspian asked.
I sighed. "I just miss Peter so much. And Edmund, and Lucy."
"I've noticed," he said. "I just wish I could take away your pain, Gentle Queen."
I shrugged. "These wounds are just too real." I said that as I walked straight into one of the new kids, the one that looked like Peter.
"I'm Pierce Blackburn," the boy said introduction.
"Susan Pevensie," I said coldly.
"Excuse me for asking, but are you alright?" Pierce asked.
"It doesn't matter," I snapped. I turned to leave again, when Pierce took my arm.
"I'm sorry, but any honest soul can tell that you're hurting, Susan," he said. I jerked my arm out of his grip.
"It's just nostalgia and sad memories," I assured him. "You remind me of my dead brother, Peter. He was in Gryffindor as well, and looked a lot like you."
Pierce suddenly looked nervous and fiddled with his tie. One of Peter's tells when he's lying, I remembered. I narrowed my eyes, and looked around. I then pinned Pierce against the wall.
"Why are you lying to me, Peter?" I demanded. "You've got five minutes." I pointed my wand at his throat, and already a few spells that would leave my lying, scheming brother quite damaged.
"Susan, I'm not-"
"Oh, save it, Peter," I snarled. "Just tell me why you lied to me. That dream last night wasn't a dream, was it? You actually got into Ravenclaw Tower, and into my dorm room. Don't you dare lie again!"
Peter sighed, and revealed a bit of his glamour. "I'm undercover for the mission for Aslan," he explained. "Unlike Caspian, though, my time is up after your mission is accomplished."
"Are Edmund and Lucy here?" I asked.
"Yes," he said. "Now, this is well and all for a chat, Su, but can you please let me go?" I did so reluctantly, and the glamour went back up.
"Why did you lie to me, Pete?" I asked through gritted teeth.
"Aslan didn't want to burden you with false hope," he replied.
"Alslan wants- does anyone consider what I want? I'm not trying to complain, but honestly, you expect me to not know my own brothers and sister? What kind of sick, twisted idea is this?" I demanded fiercely.
"Su, we can talk later," Peter promised. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have Transfiguration to attend."
I watched him in horror. I turned my ice glare on Caspian, who was watching Peter walk away.
"You knew, didn't you?" I snarled.
There was real fear in those dark eyes. "Susana, I just-"
"Save it," I ordered, putting a hand up. "I'll be around when you decide that you want to stop lying to me." With that, I stormed off to the library, where I started to cry from the injustice of it all.