Ok wow, can't believe how far I've gotten in this story. Thank you everyone, for all the support you have been showing me.
The song for this chapter is 'It Ain't Me' by Kygo, Selena Gomez.
Lisa ran out of the Transfiguration classroom, letting out a breath of relief.
She hated that subject. Hated it to the depths of her core.
It wasn't that she didn't understand the concepts in the subject, and McGonagall was great as always, but she didn't quite get why anyone would want to transfigure a mice into a snuffbox. It was just so redundant! And she had always had a hard time focusing on concepts and applying concepts which she didn't deem useful or wasn't interested in.
Plus, who knows what the poor creatures went through during a transfiguration process.
She shoved her books in her bag as she was walking, blowing her hair out of her way irritably as she thought of where her friends might be, glad that she had a free period.
She hadn't been looking when someone bumped into her shoulder causing her to trip with a shriek. Her feet accidentally kicked out at the other person as she was falling and the person emitted a sound between a shout and an 'oof' before tumbling RIGHT ON TOP OF HER.
Her chin collided head-on with the rough stone below and she was sure she would have a bruise there later. The person falling on top of her did not help alleviate the pain in any way.
She groaned.
"Gerrof mwee," her voice came out muffled from behind her hair.
She heard the sound of footsteps coming near her (a female voice whispering, "The blood traitor strikes again.") and the person was heaved off her.
She heard the person, a guy apparently, whisper, "Why do we keep meeting like this?"
She pushed herself on her hands as she turned around to see who he was.
Regulus Black. Looking as posh and arrogant as always.
Lisa ignored him as her eyes fell on the two people who had helped him up (and called her a blood traitor) and she almost groaned, Parkinson and Crouch.
"Watch where you're going, fake snake," Parkinson sneered out with a grin.
"Oooh, new nickname, how creative," Lisa muttered sarcastically as she pushed herself to her feet; grabbing her bag in the process, which she was glad hadn't spilt anything; and brushed the dust off her robes.
Janice scowled, opening her mouth to say something else but Crouch beat her to it.
"I've said it once, and I'll say it again," Crouch growled threateningly, "Shut your yappin' or you'll regret it!"
Lisa rolled my eyes, too used to these antics.
'You'll regret it'? Like that wasn't cliche as hell.
She swung her bag over her shoulder and turned to leave, ignoring the wannabe tough-guy.
Apparently, Crouch didn't like that, cause as she was walking away, white sparks of a spell passed by her head barely missing her by two inches.
She turned around, wand poised in her hand, unsurety riddled on her face knowing that she hadn't learned any spells that could possibly be useful in a duel against a third year.
She flinched as Crouch raised his wand to shoot another spell but was stopped by a hand landing on his shoulder.
"Let her be," Regulus muttered calmly, his voice carrying authoritativeness despite being the youngest among the three, "Slytherins stick together."
"But-"
"Slytherins. Stick. Together."
He said it with finality, glaring at Crouch with such ferocity that caused him to gulp.
She watched in surprise as Crouch nodded, bringing his wand hand down (albeit reluctantly), and silently turned around with Parkinson to walk to the Transfiguration classroom where the other third-year Slytherins were heading.
Did Crouch and Parkinson just leave her alone? Voluntarily?
She realised that her mouth was gaping open and quickly snapped it shut as Black turned back towards her.
"Tha-"
"Save it," she was cut off by as Black just walked past her with his long strides, disappearing from the corridor before she could even react.
She blinked in surprise before a frown donned her face and she let out a scoff.
Rude much. She was just going to thank him!
Slytherins stick together? Yeah, clearly. Seen by how Black had just ignored her... or how the whole house had been treating her this year.
Slytherins stick together.
Tell yourself that Black. Lie to your prejudiced self that Slytherins care for anyone other than those who shared their ideologies.
Pfft- Slytherins stick together.
"Bullshit," she muttered, storming out of the corridor.
The portkey dropped us right outside Hogwarts. I suggested the guys take a day off and they readily agreed. Lily and James apparated away, followed by Sirius, leaving me and Remus to trudge back to the castle alone.
Neither of us said anything as we reached our rooms, parting ways as we entered our respective rooms.
Martha was waiting there, as business-like as ever, and she briefed me about everything the record company had informed her of when I was out. I listened half-heartedly, telling Martha that I will reply to them as soon as I could when she was finished.
She nodded and calmly walked out of the room.
I closed the door behind, the lock clicking itself into place and let the charms fall from my appearance.
I admired the way Martha was. Always taking everything in stride, never complaining despite how much she had to complain about, from the way the magical world treats her kind to how much of a pain in the ass I was. I was glad that I had someone like her around me.
I walked towards the bed and fell upon it, burrowing my face in the blanket as I finally let myself smile.
I'd done it.
Peter was in Azkaban.
A feeling of giddiness rose in me as it struck me like a bat that all this was real.
After years of planning and plotting and scheming, I had finally done it. I had finally succeeded. Of course, not completely, there was still a long way to go.
But I felt like I was a step closer to the end of all this. And it seemed so achievable right now, my goals. I hadn't even realised how much cynism I had been carrying in me regarding this plan. It seemed to wash away now, like an ocean washing away the sand.
I shifted around, my back now on the bed as I faced the ceiling, grinning like a Cheshire cat.
I sat there for a few moments, letting this happiness sink in as I hummed a random tune, the ticking of the clock accompanying it.
After a few moments, I pushed myself up and let my eyes fall to the board on the wall.
The list hung there; so normal, so conventional; it could have easily been mistaken for a grocery list.
I got up from the bed and headed towards it with a smirk on my face. The red line could still be seen drawn under 'Peter Pettigrew' and I almost laughed upon seeing it.
My gaze rose higher, eyeing the sixth item on the list.
I walked towards the desk nearby looking for the red marker but not being able to find it. I did find a red ink bottle though and shrugged, picking it up.
Good enough...
I pulled out a quill and dipped it in the ink, underlining the name I'd just had my eyes fixed on, blowing on it slightly to dry it.
I stepped back to admire the sight in front of me, reading the name over and over again as if committing it to memory.
Severus Snape
I chuckled.
"I check it once, then I check it twice."
I've decided to divide my story into different parts, each about the revenge on each person on Lisa/Mica's list. This one was about Peter Pettigrew, the next one will be published next week. I'll share the name of the story on here soon.
Till then, stay safe and continue plotting everyone!
