HP: In The Magical World As a An Extra [ Chapter 129 ]

As Percy talked, Arthur listened to his every word in silence, as his expression changed multiple times over the next few minutes as Percy finished his explanation of events that had transpired not an hour before.

'Dear sweet Merlin, how could we not have noticed this before,' Arthur thought to himself as he leaned back out of the fireplaced to run his hand over his face as he tried to collect his thoughts.

Scabbers was an Animagus, not just any Animagus but Peter Pettigrew, and had been living under their roof, his roof, for the past ten years.

He had been around his family, his children, all without his knowing. The thought of what he could have done at any time made Arthur want to throw up.

However, his son's voice from the green flames brought him back out of his thoughts as he leaned back into the flames.

"Alright Percy I understand," Arthur stated grimly, "you were right to be in shock, I never imagined something like this could have been under our noses this whole time, we owe Magnus… Heir Black a great debt for having exposed this threat to our family.”

“I want you to personally convey my thanks to him the next time you see him. I will write to him as well to give him my thanks, and I will be writing to your Grandfather to inform him of these events.”

“I have no doubt that he will agree with me that all of House Weasley owes him and House Black for what has been revealed today."

Percy nodded in response knowing that this was a serious conversation, and to take his fathers orders seriously, while Arthur may not have been the current lord Weasley, he was the Heir Primary with Bill taking the spot of Heir secondary.

While their family did not put much stock into traditions and customs as others did, an obligation of a debt being owed was another matter entirely.

"I will do so Father, and I'll make sure that both the twins and Ron know to make sure to thank him as well," Percy told him before wincing slightly.

"I don't know how Ron might take it, given the situation, I recall some rumours of he and Heir Black having butted heads over some matters, but I'll speak with him about it and try to head off anything before it happens."

Hearing about Ron having troubles with Heir Black made Arthur sigh, Ron always was a bit hot headed at times, he knew he got it from his mother, the Prewett's always did have nasty tempers especially if they didn't get their ways, he'd have to talk with Ron when he could.

"Alright thank you Percy, send me a letter and let me know how it goes, right now I have some letters of my own to send." Arthur told him before leaning back out of the emerald flames as they went out.

As Arthur got up from his knees at the fireplace Molly came in with a basket of laundry in her arms, "Oh Arthur, was there a floo call, what did those two do this time." she said before frowning, "Do I need to get my howler parchment out again."

Arthur winced but shook his head, "No dear, but I think you had better sit down, there's been a discovery at Hogwarts that I need to tell you about and then I need to write a few letters of my own."

….

-Voldemort's anger, poor Quirrell-

It was an hour after the duel between Heirs Black and Malfoy that the door to the Defense against the dark arts classroom burst open and Professor Quirinus Quirrell, letting out a hissing gasp of pain, collapsed to the floor, barely being able to keep himself from breaking his nose by reaching out with his hands to stop himself going face first into the hard stone slaps that paved the castle floor.

"I suppose you think that you were being terribly clever back there," a rasping voice spoke from behind him, "awarding that foolish boy so many points, even after he so openly insulted me.”

Quirrell's body shook as he slowly pushed himself to his feet as he fought through the pain, "I don't know what you're talking ab…" he replied as he started to get his footing again only to let out another cry of pain before stumbling forward to brace himself against one of the many desks in the room to keep himself from falling again.

"Do you think you can lie to me Quirinus, foolish boy," The rasping voice snapped, "I am in your head, I know your every though and waking desire. You found it amusing how that impudent whelp slandered me, and how he defeated Malfoys spawn so easily."

Quirrell didn't respond, he knew it had been foolish to give Heir Black so many points as a pseudo reward for what he said.

But then again he had just been doing one foolish thing after another ever since he went to that accursed forest because of his stupid desire to prove himself a "Great" wizard and now look at where it had gotten him.

Oh, he knew he was a dead man, he knew that he would not survive the year, it was a miracle that he had survived this long.

He knew what had happened to him and all those like him, he was a dead man walking no matter what he did. But at least he could have a little fun like that from time to time.

"Oh Quirinus," the voice rasped again, "you may be a dead man in the future, but yet again you prove your foolishness, just because you are going to die, and I cannot reach that whelp Black yet, does not mean that I can't take my anger out on others, mainly you."

The next second Quirrell's body stiffened as pain wracked his ever nerve as the seconds slowly passed by feeling like hours before finally letting up as the man lost his grip on the desk and fell to the floor once again only for his body to start to shake as the pain began once again as his torture continued.