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Chapter 101: Sneaking in! Part-1

{3rd Floor Corridor, Hogwarts}

{18th Sep 1991}

{3rd Person POV}

Neville Longbottom, supposedly the other candidate for the prophecy, was quite possibly built from the same mold as Harry. Both of them are withdrawn and used to being alone, and Harry has to adapt since he is thrown into his new life as a muted celebrity. Neville didn't have those distractions. 

Neville Longbottom was withdrawn and alone. That much Rigel could see easily. He was looking at the map, tracking the boy's movement. In the three days he had spent preparing for this heist, he had easily seen Neville's dilemma. In canon, he was a lot more withdrawn, and easily bullied by Draco, and his self-confidence was quite low.

Freed from Draco's torment, at least the boy wasn't worse off now; he still was more used to being alone, but Neville here wasn't an 11-year-old boy but an 18-year-old. He's a lot more mature, not enough to escape the shadow of his own loneliness but enough that it wasn't crippling. 

He still had the wrong wand, so he was the perfect target to emulate. But Rigel had to be sure that, among his long list of precautions for this operation, not being seen by Neville Longbottom was one of them. For this purpose, he was hiding in a broom cupboard in an isolated hallway, watching the footsteps of Neville Longbottom come closer and closer.

For a brief moment, Rigel considered not tormenting the boy to this ordeal, but from all his research into stunners, a mild one was shown not to have any adverse effects. Overuse of the stunning spell, on the other hand, could lead to diminished control over magic and a fairly troublesome concussion.

'Just need to hit him once from the back; there are no paintings nearby and no ghosts in sight...' Rigel thought as he once again checked the playing field; he watched as Neville walked over to the footsteps named 'Rigel Black' and continued on.

"Nox~" Rigel whispered. He still hadn't figured out reliable silent casting yet, and he didn't want to waste time right now. He pushed open the door, and as light flooded the enclosed space once again, he carefully walked out and simultaneously whipped his wand toward Neville's retreating back.

"Stupefy~" Rigel chanted, this time in a slightly louder voice. He was afraid something bad would happen, but Neville's form crumpled without any hint of resistance. Rigel winched as Neville's head collided against the floor with a crunch. He resisted the urge to run away and quickly approached the fallen boy. 

At least there was no blood. Rigel quickly grabbed Neville's shoulders and dragged him toward the broom closet. It wasn't as easy as he had expected. Neville was one of the larger boys, and stuffing him in the closet took a few moments. Rigel heaved a deep breath from the exertion as he looked around.

'Thankfully, it is one of the rarely visited corridors.' Rigel quickly opened the map again and checked once again, and sure enough, no one was on the collision path with the closet for a while. He looked back, and at worst, Neville would have to deal with some neck pain.

'Should I come back for him?' Rigel thought. He didn't plan to, but he did feel a little bad now. The question of morality was pushed aside for now as he reached for one of Neville's hair and, with a sharp tug, plucked a couple of them. 

After looking at Neville's crumpled form one more time, Rigel closed the door and walked away. He had already mapped his escape route, and there was a hidden entrance through which he had arrived in this corridor. Making sure that he wasn't seen, Rigel slipped into the small tunnel, a narrow escape way flanked by walls on both sides.

He reached into his inventory and pulled out a vial. The thick, dark sludge that looked like mud was a little revolting to look at as bubbles rose through it. Rigel gulped, the process far more difficult as his appetite didn't agree with his actions. He opened the cork and put one of Neville's hair into it. As he looked at the potion, a small window appeared over it, describing its effects.

...

[Polyjuice Potion{Rare}: Lv - 7]

[The Polyjuice Potion is a complex concoction that enables the consumer to assume the physical appearance of another person, and their magical signature as long as they have first procured part of that individual's body to add to the brew.]

[Keyed to - {Neville Longbottom}]

[Maximum Effect Duration - 7 Hrs]

...

The change was immediate as the bubbling mess of dark brown sludge changed color, it was still as viscous as before but the potion stopped bubbling as it changed color from brown to red. Rigel stopped himself from smelling the potion as he closed his nose with one hand and gulped the potion down.

The potion wasn't as horrible as he assumed. It tasted a little sweet and salty at the same time, which puzzled him. At the same time, it wasn't as murky as it looked, as the whole vial simply slipped down his throat without any problems. The change wasn't as immediate as he assumed. There was a moment of waiting as Rigel thought about the plan when it happened.

The situation went from zero to a horrible, melting reality in an instant. The change wasn't progressive, as described in his potion book; everything happened in an instant as he was assaulted by different horrible sensations, one after the other. His stomach rumbled as he felt his insides shift. The rumbling, though, was overwhelmed by the feeling of his skin melting, and a sense of vertigo made it difficult for him to stand.

As he used his hands to stabilize himself against the wall, his eyes were frozen as he stared at his hands. His fingers felt hot, the tips unbearably so as he watched them lengthen. His skin was bubbling and shifting, as shown in the movie, as he slowly watched his hand enlarge slightly.

The weird feelings stopped suddenly as Rigel panted, and as the normal sensations returned, he realized that everything was a little tight. His T-shirt felt a little restrictive, but it was his trousers that felt off. The belt was too tight, and his hands immediately latched onto the buckle, giving him much-needed relief.

'Okay, that wasn't so bad. Other than being stretched a little bit, it wasn't as bad as it was described in the notes.' Rigel thought as he opened his inventory and pulled out another set of robes and pants. This one had a reddish trim compared to his green one, and he immediately began changing into his new clothes. 

'What would the twins think if they find Neville Longbottom changing from Slytherin robes into Gryffindor colors?'

...

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AN—Sorry about the late chap! Let's sneak into Gryffindor Tower! Does anyone have any ideas why Rigel chose to use Polyjuice instead of his own Metamorphmagus powers?

P.S- 42+ chapters on P.atreon!


Chapter 102: Sneaking in! Part-2

{Gryffindor Common Room, Hogwarts}

{18th Sep 1991}

{3rd Person POV}

"Skittledash~" Rigel said as the painting of The Fat Lady gave him a struggling bow as she moved. The door flew open on its own accord as Rigel took an unhurried step into the common room. The first thing he noticed was the difference in the two layouts. The Slytherin common room was much larger, with a lot more paintings and seats scattered around the room.

The Gryffindor common room was definitely cozier, other than the annoying shade of orange that was the prevalent theme of the room, the sofas and chairs were a lot nicer with better foam unlike in Slytherin where only the center seats had a luxurious feel, here every seat was fundamentally the same.

'Then again, I'm guessing, aren't I? There is no way I would attempt to sit in the middle seats this soon. Not until I have a little more confidence in my magical abilities against the 7th years.' Rigel thought that the hidden politics that the first years were intentionally not made a part of did grate on his nerves, but it was not enough to do something about it.

He pushed the thought of house politics aside and quickly scanned the room, he was being discreet but you never know when someone would spot that he looked entirely unfamiliar with the environment. He quickly found a boy, an upper year walking through a door and quickly followed the older boy.

He was afraid that someone would notice his strange actions but that didn't happen, no one seemed to care about Neville Longbottom, at least not enough to come and talk to him. Rigel took a sigh of relief as he walked through the threshold of the wards that were clearly there at the bottom of the staircase. It was a risk he was willing to take as the chances of Hogwarts employing a high-level ward like the one in Gringotts that reveals all glamours to stop a prank potentially were practically zero.

He watched the film covering the entrance, and upon seeing no shifts in the wards at his entrance, the fact that Polyjuice Potion was able to fool the school wards was stored in the back of his mind moving forward. He watched as the upper year, someone named Truman Dexter, level 15, walked up the stairs and made him turn to the first door on the right.

The marauder's map was quite detailed in most places, but the descriptions of the common room were a bit weird. Each room was a bit weird and separated, with no sense of which floor it was on. Rigel was guessing that if the upper year went up the stairs, then the first-year dorm should be the one closest to the entrance.

'I guess it makes sense...' Rigel thought, but all his thoughts were pushed aside when he noticed that the room he walked into had just one person in there, someone by the name of 'Peter Pettigrew'

'Alright, let's do this.' Rigel pulled his wand out of the inventory and walked to the corner that was marked with the name.

...

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{First Year Dorm, Gryffindor Tower}

{18th Sep 1991}

{Peter Pettigrew's POV}

Peter Pettigrew was a simple man, driven by his baser instincts to live and survive. One would say that he had made a lot of mistakes, but he reveled in the fact that he had survived. Sure, his fate wasn't worse than Remus's, but at least the redhead fools didn't notice that a common house rat is supposed to live this long, and the glutton of the younger Weasley ate enough that he didn't have to worry about starving.

It wasn't a life he liked, but it was comfortable, in his animagus form, a common house rat, one a younger Pettigrew had abhorred back in the day, but he was quite thankful for it over the years. While Sirius and James got the more flashy and acceptable forms, he got something that had helped him survive, even after all this time.

So with all those years of being on the edge, even though his senses had been dulled a little bit, he quickly noticed that something was wrong with Neville Longbottom. It was the stance that was a dead giveaway, although the different smell helped too. Neville Longbottom didn't smell like the one he remembered nor did he walk like one, although his back was turned to him, Peter could tell that the boy was reading something.

When Neville slowly started walking in his direction, he was alert. Although he was quite sure that his secret would not be discovered by someone so easily, the situation seemed off. Something in Peter's mind screamed at him to rush away, to hide under the bed or drawers, but he hesitated. He didn't know if this was 'Neville'; maybe it was one of Potter's admirers trying to sneak into his room.

Still, survival instincts, ones which he had sworn by, forced him to move after the news of Sirius's attempt to enter the castle had kept him on edge. He was waiting, biding his time before disappearing, and although he was pretty sure the old fool didn't know or suspect anything about a common household pet of a poor wizarding family, his disappearance so soon after Sirisus's attempt to invade the school would put him on the map.

Peter dived into one of the drawers that he had dug into, he should be safe here, and just in case he had a safe escape from the hole he had dug into the last drawer. Before he could get too comfortable, though, he felt the whole table shake. The panic made him flee toward the hole, but he was too slow. From the light coming into the drawer, he concluded that the whole table was levitating into the air.

'Who is he, and does he know who I am?' The question was answered quickly as Peter rushed from the hole and jumped. He knew he had to get away from the influence of Neville's magic, but he was probably too slow, as just as he jumped, another jinx hit his body.

Peter Pettigrew froze, both physically and mentally, as he looked into the victorious smirk on Neville's face. Although frozen, his eyes were locked on the bright red wand pointed at him.

He knew that wand, how a first year was capable of using that spell, was a bit beyond him, but as the red light enveloped his form and his consciousness started fading away, there was only one thought screaming helplessly at him to escape.

'HE KNOWS!!!!'

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AN - Sorry about the delays! Stuff is happening in IRL, and I'm out of a job. I have interviews lined out for next week, so hopefully, I'll be able to get one soon! I'll try to post as much as possible in the meantime!

P.S - 42+ Chapters on P.atreon!


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