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Chapter 104: Deals and Secrets! Part-1

{Hidden Corridor, Outside Gryffindor Tower}

{18th Sep 1991}

{George's POV}

"...But why Neville Longbottom, and what is in there?" George asked. He guessed that it was Rigel because this hidden corridor had a very specific place that one needed to press with magic in order to get through to this part, and from the direction where the unknown person, likely Rigel, was coming from, that had to be the case.

He didn't like underestimating anyone, but the chances of someone finding out about the way to use this corridor were very, very low. Let alone Longbottom being able to figure it out, even if Longbottom was a legacy. He didn't think someone as strict as Lady Longbottom might have been the one to tell him about this corridor. 

Combined with the fact that Neville's face was still stoic, a look that the young heir never sported, it made it all the more unlikely. The wrapped-up bundle was suspicious as well, so George was being intimidating on purpose. The surprise had made it so that he had his wand in his right hand, and he was ready to fire a Diffindo at a moment's notice.

He saw how 'Neville's' eyes moved. Even though he had been discreet, he was pretty confident in his subtlety, the eyes of the boy in front of him were already locked onto his wand, and his stance shifted for a moment, eerily similar to the encounter he had had with another first-year weeks ago.

'So it is Rigel... but how does he react so quickly...' George thought.

Now that he knew he was dealing with another first-year student, even one from a fairly dark house, he became a little more relaxed. According to the rumor mill, the boy had been an orphan, so no matter how smart he might be, he wasn't a threat to the two of them for now. What interested him now was what Rigel was doing and what was in his arms.

The silence stretched for a bit and he could see that Rigel's eyes were still locked onto him, even though he was pretty sure his brother was pointing a wand at him as well, Rigel still regarded him as a threat. 

'Interesting, it's as if he can tell that I would fire at a moment's notice...' George mused. He thought about it for a moment as he twirled his wand slightly and let go of the intent he was preparing.

The change was instant, 'Neville's' eyes shifted to Fred for a moment before he looked back at George. His gaze now took stock of his surroundings before the first year opened his mouth and asked, "W-what do you mean, George? Or is it Fred?"

The effort and stutter were admirable, and he would have even believed that the person in front of him was Neville, but everything else didn't fit. The position and timing were way off, so although he didn't mind playing this game and pushing to see how far Rigel would go to keep his ruse going, they were out of time.

He lifted his wand and pointed it at Rigel, the stunner he fired was deflected off a pretty good Protego shield that appeared in front of 'Neville' who had entirely discarded the timid behavior.

The Protego made him back away, making space for Fred to launch a spell if needed. The playful atmosphere was gone as George stared into the fake Neville's eyes. Earlier, he had assumed it was Rigel because of circumstances, but the Protego changed things. The Protego, while not a super advanced charm but one that can deflect a stunner, was not something a first-year student should not have.

'Heck, even I could not pull it off until this year... Is it the wrong Black, Sirius Black? He was part of the Marauders, so he must know about this entrance. And since he's a Black as well, he must have the same ability as Rigel...' George thought. The tension started to build as he glared at the stranger and asked, "Where is Neville Longbottom?"

...

"He's safe." Fake Neville spoke, "He's sleeping in a broom closet."

'Polyjuice then, his glamour charms held surprisingly well, a little too well for them to be feasible... and Sirius Black should have no way to get a Polyjuice Potion.' George thought as a tentative feeling of relief spread through him. The thought of staring into the eyes of a mass murderer was terrifying, and even though he still had questions as to how a first-year knew how to do the Protego charm, anything but fighting against Sirius Black would be fine.

"How many Galleons did we agree on?" George asked. He needed to be sure and double-check, just in case. 

The silvery shield was still in front of him, making it a little difficult to maintain eye contact, so at least he could take in some comfort when the other boy finally replied, "1000."

George let go of his intent to fire a shield breaker as he relaxed his stance. The silver shield stayed in front of him for a moment before it flickered out of existence. His eyes lingered on the ashy wand that stood out. The origins of its wood and its alliance had a little sinister meaning, as George remembered hearing the stories about the war.

'The wand of death...' George thought. He knew why the rumors reached for the Dark Lord. It was part of the dark arts package that was circulating around the rumor mill. He looked into fake 'Neville's' calm eyes and let his mind wander for a bit before he snapped out of it and took a step back. He lifted his right hand up and spoke.

"Alright, let's calm down, Rigel. We are not going anywhere. Now we know your secret, and it is a big messy secret, the kind for which you have to kill us to keep us quiet." George went back to his default joking mechanism to defuse the tension, although the stoic look and the white wand had a more sinister look.

"Let's talk?" George asked.

...

The silence was broken by a low "...Fine" before Rigel put his wand down and looked down at the box that was lying on the ground, still covered by a white bedsheet.

"So, where did you get the PolyJuice Potion, and what is in that box?" George heard his twin ask as Rigel sighed and ruffled his head. His face was still stoic, but George could tell that he was thinking as his eyes kept moving between the box and them.

...

'10 Galleons that he stole something?'

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AN - 44 Advanced Chapters on P.atreon!


Chapter 105: Deals and Secrets! Part-2

{Hidden Corridor, Outside Gryffindor Tower}

{18th Sep 1991}

{George's POV}

"Alright... here, do tell me what do you see here?" Rigel spoke as he pulled out the map from out of nowhere and showed it to George.

'What the fuck is he thinking? Isn't he worried that we won't give the map bac-' George froze mid-thought as his eyes locked onto the names on the map. Seeing the confirmation that the fake Neville in front of him wasn't Sirius Black was a little relieving, but his confusion quickly ramped up as he read a familiar name on the map.

'''Peter Pettigrew'''

His hand automatically went for the map, and surprisingly, Rigel let him take it. The weirdness of the situation still stood out to him, but he ignored it as he felt Fred peer at the map as well from over his shoulder. After confirming that he was not seeing things, he looked around, scanning the environment once again. 

The corridor was cramped. Even though visibility was a little low, he was pretty sure that there were only three people in the corridor. Before he could ask his question, Rigel spoke in Neville's voice. The situation maintained its freaky nature.

"So, what do you know about Peter Pettigrew?" Rigel asked.

"Nothing much-" George spoke, "-except for the fact that he's supposed to be dead." Fred finished his statement. 

"I guess he wasn't someone overly famous, even though he was awarded the Order of Merlin 'Posthumously' for his contribution to the war and for his daring to stand up for muggles against the notorious mass murder Sirius Black..." Rigel spoke slowly. Neville's slow drawl seemed out of pace, but George ignored that for now.

"Posthumously?" Fred asked.

"It means after the death of the original benefactor," Rigel replied, attracting George's glare.

"Obviously, that's not true now, is it? The only explanation I could think of, besides the obvious, would be the ghost of Peter Pettigrew lurking in this particular corridor, and you are using his name to get out of this situation," George said, his tone holding a certain degree of uncertainty as he looked at Rigel for an explanation.

"It's possible that I just happen to know that the ghost of a dead Marauder was hanging around in the area... or maybe, just maybe, the dead Marauder isn't really... dead." Rigel shrugged. 

George looked at Rigel not speaking, he didn't want to dignify Rigel's statement with a response so they stared at each other in silence. 

"Fine... How much do you know about the Marauders anyway, each of them had a nickname, ever figured out why they each had one, other than anonymity?" Rigel asked.

George shared a look with Fred before shaking his head, in their first years when they tried to crack the code for the map to work, they had become familiar with the names of the four members of the group.

"We thought it was a part of being in a secret group-" George spoke.

"-With codenames and stuff." Fred finished.

"Not entirely true. Each member of the Marauder had a special ability. Moony was a werewolf—" George's eyes widened at the causal way in which Rigel spoke about sensitive information "-and similarly, Wormtail was an animagus. You know what that means, right?"

"An advanced and innate ability to achieve self-transfiguration into a fixed animal form-" George spoke, a little bit of awe leaking into his voice.

"Exactly. Wormtail was an animagus. It was likely how they made the map, with him being able to slip through the cracks in the walls and find hidden passageways." Rigel continued his explanation. George shared another awed look with Fred, but both of them froze mid-look when they heard Rigel's next words.

"By the way, how long do you think an average common house rat is supposed to live?" Rigel spoke.

...

George took a step back, his wand once again pointing at Rigel but the younger boy didn't flinch, George knew Rigel was able to sense his intent and that his gesture was hollow, still the comfort his wand provided was enough for him to keep the wand pointed at Rigel.

"...A common rat normally lives for 2-4 years, but it may live up to 6-7 years if fed well and taken care of," Rigel continued.

While George didn't feel like talking at the moment as he tried to wrap his head around what Rigel was insinuating, Fred spoke up in his place, "You're saying Scabbers is an animagus, that he is Peter Pettigrew?"

"Well, according to the map, your rat has a name, which is weird in itself, as none of the other pets and animals do. Plus, as far as I know, how long has the rat been in your family? Has it been 17 years?" Rigel asked.

"Stop stalling-" George glared at Rigel.

"I'm stalling because you need time to process that the pet your family adored—okay, stop glaring—maybe not adored but kept around—might be a wizard who has been in hiding, presumed dead for 17 years."

The silence, this time, stretched longer as George put his wand down. He looked at the wrapped-up bundle that was lying not 2 feet away from him. Theories about why someone would live through that kept popping into his head, and not one of them calmed him down.

'Why would someone hide for so long? If he hid for a year or two, then it wouldn't be so bad, but why would someone hide for so long unless that someone was trying to evade the law? But according to the law, Pettigrew was a war hero...' George thought. Things didn't line up from his point of view, so he could only turn to the first-year enigma in front of him.

"Why would Pettigrew hide? He got the Order of Merlin right. First Class?" George asked.

"Of course, as far as the ministry is concerned, Peter Pettigrew is a war hero. He was a friend of the Late Potters, someone who stood beside Dumbledore and his rebellion army." Rigel nodded.

"Then why?" Fred asked as George kept his gaze focused on Neville's face. Even though the stoic look gave nothing away, just looking at the way Rigel didn't dodge his gaze meant that at least there was some truth to what he was saying.

"Because he was afraid of Dumbledore, of course. By faking his death, he was able to fool quite a lot of people, but Dumbledore is not so easy to fool. He would have questions, and Peter probably believed that his story wasn't good enough to repeat to the old man, especially with Voldemort gone." 

'Voldemort? Why Voldemort? Was he a spy? But that doesn't make sense. How would Rigel know that Pettigrew was a spy?'

The questions kept popping up, and the story kept becoming more muddied. George shared another look with Fred. His twin was just as confused as him, but he looked like he wanted to know more.

So George looked at Rigel and spoke, "Start from the beginning..."

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