[Mrs. Lovett]

The Fall of Salazar.
A Historical Harry Potter Fan Fiction.
C2

Right, right, I'm obviously not JK Rowling and I'm not trying to be, I didn't come up with the characters or the universe or whatever. Blah blah blah. Just don't sue me, kthnk.

One – Of Plots and Lies.

Mad, am I? Mad for wanting immortality? Mad for accepting only Purebloods? Mad for wishing every damned Mudblood to perish and leave the magic to the real wizards and witches?

Salazar Slytherin paced his study, listening to the soft crackle of the fire. Plotting against me all this time, it would appear! he thought angrily. His gray eyes reflected the flames before him as well as the flames of hate burning within.

"The other three so wish me ill, deem me mad without fair ground to base their so called observations on..."

It had been a day since his fellow Founders had confronted him about his 'changes', as they so aptly put it. "We know of the Horcrux, Salazar," they had said, "and we wish it destroyed..."

"They find it reasonable to ask me to destroy my very soul!" he exclaimed, whipping out his wand and sending a cauldron toppling to the floor with a metal clang. He whirled back around to face the fire, "They wish me dead! They wish me to never find immortality! How dare they, the conniving scoundrels who try to thwart me with every turn, those who would accept every Mudblood who came to them!"

Slytherin was panting now, for his anger knew no bounds. His hatred for Gryffindor was the most; his old friend, to betray him in such a way! And Hufflepuff...he spat at the name. "The woman has no care to which students she accepts!" boomed Slytherin, his voice echoing off of the stone walls. "How can she even call herself a witch?"

But Ravenclaw...ah, Ravenclaw, the cunning little vixen, youngest of them all, ordering such a master as himself to surrender his precious Horcrux! And her tone...so condescending, so mocking as she smirked at him and crossed her legs, the boldest of the three, her dark eyes sparkling wickedly at him as she explained how obvious it was that he had gone against nature in his "idiotic quest for something which no man could obtain." How dare she speak to him in such a way, laugh at him when he denied their accusations!

How did they even know he had made a Horcrux, besides? Certainly his appearance had changed, but had his nature changed as well? Slytherin knew he had always been a fiend, scaring Gryffindor and Hufflepuff first year students into submission while singing praises to his own. Ravenclaw's students - almost all girls, as it were - never respected him. No doubt their beloved mistress had begun to whisper lies into the little ones' ears the moment she had set eyes upon them!

Well, he would show them, all right. He would show them all. He would make it known that he, Salazar Slytherin, was the most powerful Parslemouth of the age. And he would make sure they never forgot.

Slytherin's plan was simple, really, but could prove to be impossible if the little Rowena Ravenclaw continued to snoop about in his business. He smirked in pleasure as he remembered that she had yet to discover his Chamber of Secret, as he privately called it. But oh, how she would squirm when she realized that it had been there all along! Neither Ravenclaw nor her students would dare to criticize him again. Never would they dare to mock him so! His bloodless lips twisted into a sadistic smirk. How fitting her punishment would be...

Slytherin had never wanted Ravenclaw to assist in the founding Hogwarts. But Gryffindor had always held such sway over him! Ah, Godric, the raven has truly blinded you now, he thought bitterly, dipping his quill roughly into the inkwell perched precariously among his various potions books. With an impatient flick of his wand, a scrap of parchment appeared on his desk. Anxiously he sat and began the brief letter to his fellow male founder.

Godric -
You know what I think of that miserable blood traitor Ravenclaw; what were you playing at when you sent her here to 'break the news' to me? As I said when you first began raving for her and her 'superior mind', she is out merely for her own gain, unlike you and me. The woman wants immortality more than I ever could! Surely she has not seduced you so that your judgment is clouded so?

I would like to hear what you, my friend, have to say on the subject. Meet me here in my office for a spot of tea when you receive this.
S.S.


Slytherin whistled twice, and a great horned owl came flying through the open window. It eagerly snatched the letter up in its beak. "To Godric!" With an enthusiastic hoot it was gone, off to Gryffindor's office high above.

"Bloody owls," he muttered, beginning to pace before the fire. Most likely Godric would be traveling by Floo powder, as he had done so many times in the past. Now all Slytherin could do was wait for the most powerful wizard (aside from himself, of course) to come and discuss things. Calmly, but of course.

A small dagger rested conveniently in his robes' pocket.

Simple formalities, thought Slytherin. But he couldn't help but let himself smile at the thought of what might be done.

This post has been edited by depp's girl: 03 September 2007 - 11:23 AM

[Wikkid X]

Wow! That was good! Keep going.

[PompousOnly]

Great Sammy, keep it up.

[Mrs. Lovett]

...why must you call me that on a public forum?

Right, the first three chapters are a bit short - all hovering at or around 800 words - but after four, they get longer and more detailed.

And more explicit. =]

Two – A Most Peculiar Little Incident.

Twenty minutes later, Slytherin sat in a large leather armchair by the dying fire, hate and annoyance written clearly across his face. He gripped the large arm rests fiercely, not daring to touch his wand for fear of snapping it in two.

"Godric Gryffindor, you imbecile," he muttered softly as his owl returned, "she has you in such a position that you cannot even speak to your dearest friend, eh? I always told you that Ravenclaw thing would be the one to tear us apart..." He shook his head sadly. "Tsk tsk, Godric, and I always thought you were so strong...but perhaps not strong enough to fight off such a beast as her, such a foul little--"

"Do you really despise her that much?"

Slytherin swore and stood sharply, losing his balance on a large rug in the process. His wand flew from his outstretched hand, and he swore once again. Gryffindor stood at the doorway, laughing quietly.

"My, Salazar, I didn't realize such an...experienced wizard would be startled by a few words spoken behind him. Had I known that it would, I certainly would have knocked." He continued laughing, leaning gently now on the back of the armchair Slytherin had occupied only moments before. His golden mane of hair came tumbling down around his shoulders, the small wire-rimmed glasses a bit crooked on his strong nose. He was not a young man, but time had not aged him; yet another reason for Ravenclaw to go after him.

Slytherin found his footing again and angrily pointed his wand at the wizard. "Don't make me curse you into oblivion, you miserable excuse for a man!" His voice was a snake-like hiss, his bloodshot eyes slightly frantic.

Gryffindor smiled kindly and removed his own wand. "I would advise against it, old friend. Besides, what would the children think?"

"I don't give a damn what the children think!" snapped Slytherin. "Have I ever cared if some stupid, incompetent first years ran screaming from my classroom? Have I ever cared if they saw me hex a student or another faculty member? Have I?"

Gryffindor advanced a few paces, his wand pointing steadily at his adversary. "Salazar," he said patiently, gripping him firmly by the shoulder, "relax. Why so tense? I've not come to take it back just yet..."

"You'll not take it from me ever, damn it!"

"Salazar. Calm yourself. It was you who invited me here to talk, was it not?"

Breathing heavily and obviously very flustered, Slytherin lowered his wand slowly. He gestured vaguely for Gryffindor to sit in a chair, his eyes never leaving the great wizard's face. Gryffindor could most definitely present a problem in the next year. Gryffindor knew everything. He was a skilled Legilimens, though it was difficult for him to read someone he could call an equal. Slytherin was one of those few.

"What took you?" Slytherin wiped his brow with a small green handkerchief, sitting back in a plush green chair across from Gryffindor. "And why the hell didn't you use the fireplaces?"

Godric cocked his head slightly to one side, his honey brown eyes studying Salazar's face. "There was a scrapple, you see: a few seventh years decided to try and have a bit of fun with a professor after class. Locked all the doors and windows with some custom spells and started firing Unforgiveables at her. A few Cruciatas curses hit her at once; the screaming caused your owl here to become distracted - started pecking at the glass of her classroom. So it came screeching to me several floors up, just a few minutes before I myself heard the fight. Nasty things they were throwing at her, some I didn't even recognize. Oh, but she was always such a fighter; she'd taken down several of them and had sustained minimum damage, though afterwards she was immensely shaken. But that comes later. The point is, by the time I got there and was peering in through a crack in the door, one of them drew a sword. My sword, to be exact."

Gryffindor paused there to allow these words sink in before continuing on in his quiet, commanding voice. "You know that there are few students here capable of stealing the passwords to get it down, Salazar. And I believe you know where they got them. That, however, is aside the point for the time being. One of them drew it and immediately I thought she was done for. But this professor surprised me. She knew of the sword's magical properties and knew that she could not disarm him with magic, and drew her own sword. I had never known that she possessed one, but I am beginning to realize there is a lot I do not know about her. She was skilled, though she sustained a deep gash down her cheek that will most likely leave her scarred despite magic. You know by now of whom I speak, yes?"

Slytherin nodded absently. I always knew those boys were incompetent...I'll have to dock a few Galleons from their pay...but that one child, the Malfoy, he deserves a bonus for scarring her. And the Blacks for all of those Crucios, naturally...hopefully they don't get sentenced to Azkaban for this or I'll have to be the one to bail them out...

"Now, Salazar, I don't want to think that you put your students up to this little incident--"

It was at that moment that Rowena Ravenclaw made her entrance.

"You call this little, Godric? You know that he's responsible! The bored Pureblood with nothing better to do!" Her voice shook with rage as she fought to keep it from becoming a shout as she pointed her wand directly at Slytherin's head. "You put them up to killing me, you pathetic excuse for a wizard! You paid your students to perform all three Unforgiveables! On a teacher, no less! Ah, but you always were the jealous type, weren't you Salazar, and now you want your competitor dead. You're such a coward that you can't even face me yourself- you have to pay your stu--"

"Quiet, Mudblood!" Slytherin snarled, standing with his dagger now out and pressed to Ravenclaw's throat and his wand pointed at Gryffindor to keep him in his seat. "I can finish the job easily. Any last words, filth?"

Slowly Ravenclaw's hand came to rest upon her captor's back. "As a matter of fact, I do, Salazar. I've been meaning to tell you for some time now...incarcerous!"

Slytherin fell without a sound, bound from head to toe, while his good friend Gryffindor kicked his feet up onto the table and laughed.

***

See, everyone, Gryffindor has a nice sense of humor.

This post has been edited by depp's girl: 03 September 2007 - 11:24 AM

[PompousOnly]

Good chapter, post the next soon.

[Spitfire9]

Nice. original story. I'll have my eye on this.

[Mrs. Lovett]

Well, at least I have three readers. Woohoo!

Three – A Most Entertaining Predicament.

Ravenclaw stood over Slytherin, looking down on him with a satisfied smirk on her face. His eyes glared up at her and various insults, muffled by the bindings, could be heard. Ravenclaw laughed quietly, circling him with her wand trained on him while Gryffindor watched, amused.

"Well, well, Salazar, what have you gotten yourself in to now?" he asked, smiling pleasantly. Slytherin lashed out with his legs and Gryffindor laughed louder. "You've always been such a fool, my friend, just because she's young and gorgeous doesn't mean she's incapable of putting you into a bind!"

Ravenclaw's smirk widened and she crouched down beside the bound professor, her back to Gryffindor. "Yes, Salazar, I know you wish he loved you like he loves me. But don't fret. I'm sure you can pay Misters Malfoy and Black to do a little bit extra..."

Slytherin let out a snarl, his eyes alight and slightly manic. Ravenclaw straightened up, laughing, and waved her wand absently. The bonds around his face vanished and she plucked up his wand and his dagger, looking at them as if entertained by the whole ordeal.

"YOU MISERABLE MUDBLOOD!" he boomed, thrashing violently against his bindings. "AND YOU, GRYFFINDOR, YOU MISERABLE BLOOD TRAITOR! YOU'VE BETRAYED ME, YOU DIRTY Allison! BETRAYED ME FOR SOME IDIOT WOMAN WITH ENOUGH WIT TO MAKE HER LOOK A GENIUS! HAS SHE GOT YOU BESPELLED, GRYFFINDOR? DOES SHE ENTHRALL YOU? DOES HER MOCKERY OF ME SIMPLY THRILL YOUR SENSES?!"

"Now, Salazar," Gryffindor said as if chiding one of his first years, "it's not polite to call others names. Besides, what if the children heard you?" He waved off Slytherin's next remark and continued on, smiling. "And you speak badly of Rowena. She's a very clever young woman with a keen mind."

"If I were you I'd have disarmed me before trying to kill me," chimed Ravenclaw, who had settled on the arm of Gryffindor's chair and was currently twirling Slytherin's wand between her fingers, her smile sweet as vinegar. Gryffindor laughed quietly, running two fingers lightly over Ravenclaw's arm and shoulder, pushing her long black hair to one side.

Slytherin spat at her, building up enough momentum to bring him over onto his stomach as he tried to stand. Ravenclaw sighed, muttering something and shooting him with a jet of blue light. In the blink of an eye Slytherin was dangling from the ceiling, suspended in a sort of invisible harness, still completely bound. He swore loudly, swinging in little circles as he tried in vain to free himself from his bondage, his eyes beginning to bug in his head.

Gryffindor roared with laughter, pulling Ravenclaw onto his lap. She smiled seductively at him and whispered something in his ear; he kissed her firmly on the mouth for several seconds before breaking away, leaving her giggling like a schoolgirl.

Slytherin watched them, sneering. Look at that sickening pair, he in his fifties and she in her mid twenties! Gryffindor certainly has lost his mind. Going with a horrible piece like her...

Gryffindor smiled good naturedly. "You do realize your guard is down, don't you Salazar?" he asked as Ravenclaw nuzzled his neck. He ran a hand down her back, purring gently like a satisfied feline.

Slytherin gagged, rolling his eyes rudely. Ravenclaw turned around so that she could watch him but continued to nuzzle Gryffindor. She looked up at him, smirking cruelly as the bonds tightened suddenly. "I hope you're not too uncomfortable, Salazar," she mocked, the two of them tittering like doves as they huddled close to each other, amusement clear in their eyes.

Slytherin gazed back at her with a look of utter contempt, but inside he was beginning to panic. My colleagues are going to kill me and destroy my Horcrux. My alleged best friend has replaced me for a woman over thirty years younger than him. And it's Ravenclaw. RAVENCLAW, for goodness sake...Oh, what is the world coming to? Where respectable Purebloods of a noble birth are seduced into a relationship with filth and become blood traitors! Oh, dear Lord, what will become of the rest of the world...will the miserable Hufflepuff go after a Muggle? I wouldn't put it past her, but oh, even she deserves better than a Muggle... Slytherin made sure to guard his thoughts as he silently lamented this. Not a bit of it was conveyed to Gryffindor or Ravenclaw. They sat there, whispering to each other and watching him out of the corner of their eyes, looking as if the sight of their fellow founder dangling helplessly before them was the most thrilling thing in the world.

Slytherin let out an inaudible sigh. How the hell am I going to get out of this?

"I was beginning to wonder the same thing!" Ravenclaw laughed at her lover's witty remark and kissed him on the lips, while Slytherin muttered something foul under his breath.

***
There you have it. Chapter Four - Desperate Times Beget Desperate Plans, is finished, but I'm having a bit of trouble putting myself into the proper mindset to write from Slytherin's point of view. So, five will hopefully be finished before Thursday. Hopefully.

This post has been edited by depp's girl: 01 July 2007 - 02:05 PM

[Spitfire9]

Very nice.

Down with Gryffindor! Slytherin is the best!

[Zar'oc the magnificent]

Post the next bit please!!

[Mrs. Lovett]

A note from the author:

This chapter contains references to sexual situations, a bit of crude humor, and violent plotting. The worst of the sexual bit has been blacked out. Reader discretion advised.

Four – Desperate Times Beget Desperate Plans.

Nearly forty minutes later, Slytherin was still bound and nearly ready to kill himself. Gryffindor and Ravenclaw had been attached at the mouth for those forty minutes. How on Earth do they go so long without breathing! he wondered disgustedly. As far as I can tell they have used no Bubblehead Charm...

He swung in circles, tiny, utterly useless circles, forced to watch the show. Ravenclaw had stolen what was left of Gryffindor’s dignity in that moment; she had tired of exploring his shoulders, and her hands now moved to lower things.

Slytherin fought the urge to retch. How much longer would they keep him here? More importantly, how much longer would they continue this idiotic embrace of theirs? Gryffindor had been seduced by her magic, a spell of her own devise, or so Slytherin had decided; what else would make a Pureblood lust after a Mudblood? Not money, not power, not true physical desire, but magic. What had she been slipping into his goblet for the past few weeks?

While he hung helpless and wandless in his own office, his safe haven, Slytherin plotted. He plotted not only against the wicked Ravenclaw, but against the once goodly Gryffindor and the impure Hufflepuff. They may have been Founders, but they were beneath Slytherin. He was the only one fit to run Hogwarts. His was the only House of true Purebloods. His was the only House fit to practice magic!

Now what was he to do about the rest?

Slytherin considered many options of how to kill his fellow Founders, but it was not just those three that needed death: it was all the members of their Houses as well. How would he pull off the first real mass-murder of Mudbloods? Surely it was possible. Surely, if anyone could commit a true genocide within the walls of Hogwarts, it was he, Salazar Slytherin. The Purebloods of all generations would look to him as a hero for purging a school of such vermin as the Mudbloods. Why, he would be a hero!

And the families of the soon-to-be deceased, what would he do with them? Surely he could kill them all, as well; but what of all their Mudblood friends? Well, he would simply have to kill them, too. And what of their Mudblood friends? Certainly he could kill them all as well.

There were, of course, several Purebloods among them all that fraternized with the Mudbloods. What could he do with them? Surely they would be outraged at his murdering of all Mudbloods related to Hogwarts in some way. Should he rid the world of them, as well? Or would it make the Pureblood community believe that he would turn on them as well? Would he be destroyed?

The bloody pair still hadn’t stopped snogging!

Ravenclaw’s death had been planned for years, but it was Gryffindor’s he needed to put the most thought into. How would the mighty Godric Gryffindor die? What would hurt him and his followers the most? Humiliation, being outwitted by a snake such as Slytherin? Or being led into a trap so cunningly placed, so believable that any wizard would fall for it?

How could Slytherin ensnare Gryffindor?

He pondered for a long while, proposing various means of trapping and killing Gryffindor. How did one trap the second most powerful wizard the world had ever seen? The trapping would be the hardest part; Slytherin was a natural born killer. He was known to be rather creative when it came down to the actual kill. He could make a heart attack last for hours, days even. He could make a drowning last for weeks. He could even bleed a person to the point of death, then magically restore every pint and reverse the process for months. The Dark Arts were interesting, to say the least.

There would be plenty of time to plan and set the trap later. It was the more tedious, unpleasant work, though the final product would certainly be a cause for celebration. For now, Slytherin amused himself by picturing the two lovers dying in most unpleasant and rather painful ways, careful to guard his thoughts at all times lest the other two Founders thought to check up on him. From the looks of things below him, as the upper robes began to fly and the pair began to move on to highly less dignified activities, Slytherin highly doubted they would notice. He tried to force himself to look away, but part of him had always wanted to see if certain aspects of Ravenclaw’s appearance were truly as they seemed.Male curiosity, and all of that. And it certainly couldn’t be true that Gryffindor was better endowed than he was! For Slytherin was mighty in all aspects, he was sure.

“Enjoying the show, Salazar?�

The lovers and the bound cynic turned at once to the fireplace, only to see a short, stout woman covered in soot standing on the hearth.

“Helga!� Ravenclaw exclaimed, not the least bit embarrassed to be found in such a compromising position. Gryffindor mumbled a brief hello, his cheeks reddening as he cast his eyes around the room, looking for something to distract him.

Slytherin felt his eyes narrowing already. Hufflepuff, magnificent. Did everyone want to have a laugh at him today?

Gryffindor sighed and glanced up at him. “Perhaps, old friend, perhaps.�

Joy.

This post has been edited by depp's girl: 01 July 2007 - 02:05 PM

[BloodyKnuckles14]

Hmm...I'm liking it, good work Sam.

But still, does ever Harry Potter Fan-Fic have to be marred with sexual activity?

[Mrs. Lovett]

Right, well, if anyone's still reading this...

I've had a hard time coming up with a way to portray Hufflepuff, but I think I have a good idea of how to do it. Expect an update before...7 July, perchance?

This post has been edited by depp's girl: 01 July 2007 - 02:06 PM

[Mrs. Lovett]

Five - Low Blows and Escapes

Hufflepuff stepped out of the fireplace, shaking soot from her straw colored hair and canary yellow robes. She gave Ravenclaw and Gryffindor a sugary smile before turning to Slytherin, where rather than fade it simply slipped a notch or two. He sneered back. Hufflepuff prided herself on being the “neutral” party in his feud with Ravenclaw, but it was difficult to mistake her true loyalties. She was cordial enough, that much was true, but Slytherin did not waste any pleasantries on his enemies.

Gryffindor chuckled. “Enemies, Salazar, you think of us as enemies?”

“You know I do, odious filth.”

He tutted quietly from his place on the floor. “And I was beginning to consider letting you down from there, but it would not be proper for you to simply mingle amongst your opposition. No, Salazar, you will incontrovertibly have to hang there whilst we three friends have tea.”

Slytherin hissed. “Damn you, Gryffindor, get out of my office!”

“But you did invite me, now didn’t you, old friend?”

“When I believed you to be my old friend and not my new enemy!”

Gryffindor clutched at his chest in mock distress. “Salazar, how could you throw away our friendship? After all those wonderful years, those sensational trips, the glorious battles, the beautiful women?”

“If anything it is you who have thrown all of that away. And for a Mudblood, Gryffindor! A Mudblood! She isn’t even a real witch!”

“Painful words, Pureblood, none of which phase me.” Ravenclaw settled back onto the arm of Gryffindor’s chair, while Hufflepuff opted for one nearest the fireplace. “While we have a captive audience with you,” she smirked, “why don’t we all discuss this unpleasant little Horcrux business, shall we?”

Hufflepuff shook her head. “This isn’t right, Rowena.” Her voice was soft, almost fearful, but for the reaction she received, you would have thought that she had screamed it in the other woman’s face.

“This isn’t right,> Helga?” Ravenclaw’s temper flared as she stood, hands on her curvy hips. “Since when did you decide what was right? Aren’t you so submissive that you can’t even keep your first years in line? And why stand up for him!”

Gryffindor put a hand on her arm, but she shook him off, advancing on the cowering Hufflepuff. “We all know how gentle and kind and how absolutely wonderful you are with your little children, Helga. Did I miss the memorandum where you grew a spine?”

Slytherin watched the impending fight passively. So there was quarreling amongst the happy little friends, was there? Interesting, and potentially useful. He absently made a mental note. The first thing on his mind was a plan to escape.

Though it was difficult to chase back the impeding panic.

They knew of his Horcrux and were all intent on destroying it - or at least Ravenclaw was. Gryffindor seemed to take the entire thing as a joke. Hufflepuff...ah, Hufflepuff, the weak link in the chain who couldn’t decide where she stood on anything. Interesting. Very interesting.

How would he stop them from discovering and destroying the precious bit of his soul, the one shot he had at immortality?

Ravenclaw glared down at Hufflepuff, her plump little breasts heaving quite distractingly. Gryffindor shot him a wicked glare, his eyes flashing possessively. Oh, Slytherin had seen that purely male look in his former friend’s eyes once before, years and years ago...had he finally replaced dear Mackenzie?

He had let Gryffindor hear the thought and watched with a smirk as the normally well-contained wizard roared in anger, startling the two women. Goodness, the man could be terrifying when he was angered. Unfortunately for him, not much frightened Slytherin.

“How DARE you?” growled Gryffindor. He gripped his wand so tightly that his hand shook. “You do not deserve to even think of her name.”

Ravenclaw looked from the smirking Slytherin to the enraged Gryffindor, her eyes narrowing at the former. She, for once, remained silence.

Hufflepuff cringed in her seat, her eyes darting fearfully from one male to the other. She bit her lip nervously. Men made her tremble, but angry men made her quake and whimper.

Slytherin laughed unpleasantly. “Mackenzie was a fool, a young fool - oh, and what else was she?”

“Salazar,” squeaked Hufflepuff, “perhaps you shouldn’t -”

“She was a witch!” snarled Gryffindor.

“And you have proof?”

Gryffindor stared at him hatefully. “Diffendo!” The ropes relinquished their grasp on him, and he dropped to the floor. Ravenclaw still had his wand, the contemptable wench.

Gryffindor made to go at him, but Ravenclaw grabbed him around the waist and did what she could to restrain him. “Alive, we need him alive!” He continued to struggle against her whilst she did her best to soothe him. “The Horcrux will keep him alive until we destroy it!”

Until. She planned on finishing him, or at least his Horcrux. Gryffindor wouldn’t really consent to that, would he?

“We have no concrete proof that it even exists!” he snarled into her face. Then he held his wand to her throat, giving Slytherin the time he needed to slip out.

While Ravenclaw’s eyes grew wide and even more frightened and Gryffindor’s softened as he realized what he had done, Slytherin darted towards the exit. He snatched Hufflepuff’s wand from the table - she simply shrank away from him and gave a small whimper - and thought Accio wand! His wand flew from Ravenclaw’s pocket. Slytherin tossed Hufflepuff’s wand to one side, now armed with his own, and slipped out the door just as Ravenclaw cried out in alarm.

He heard a jet of spells hit the stone door and bounce off into the room. A smash; whatever they’d broken better be fixed by the time he was there next. Sealing the door shut behind him, he took off at a run, heading for the stairs. Where would he go?

More importantly, did it matter?

***

Blah. I don't like this one. I'll probably edit later.

[twistnshout714]

I love this! OMG! I can't wait until the next part!!

[Nienor]

Interesting. Is this dead? I really think it is.