The next time you think Gryffindors are the heroes, the ones who persevered, who fought against injustice, remember us.



Remember the Slytherins.

“Insult me when your house isn’t known as a bunch of duffers. Mean duffers, I’ll give you that, but trusting? Really? Your not brave, or smart, and certainly not as brilliant as we Slytherins! Seriously, what the hell are you guys? Hufflepuff? Even the name sounds like a load of fluff! I don’t even know what you’re traits are supposed to be! It sure as hell isn’t kind or caring!”

EVERY TIME YOU PRAY TO MERLIN, HE WON’T LISTEN! EVEN IF YOU PRAY YOUR BROTHER WON’T DIE, HE WON’T LISTEN! YOU WANT TO KNOW WHY?” Al looked more enraged than ever. “MERLIN WAS A SLYTHERIN! THAT’S RIGHT! HE WAS A-” I covered my ears, not wanting to hear Albus’s probably very inappropriate adjective. “-SLYTHERIN! A SLYTHERIN!”

“Come on, I’ll help you,” she said, and I let out a sigh of relief. Maybe today hadn’t been so bad after all; I had friends willing to help me write a thirteen-foot essay that was due tomorrow, and our mission hadn’t failed. Yet.








That was a new record, in my world.

“Hypothetically, if we were planning something, as a professor wouldn’t you have to turn us in?” Lottie asked suspiciously, while simultaneously mocking Professor Zabini.

“Well, hypothetically, I would, unless there was no proof besides the words of two thirteen-year-olds, who said before they were writing essays until the early hours of the morning, and therefore could never have done anything,” he replied, not missing a beat.

NICK!” I heard someone bellow, a split second before I felt the crunch at the back of my right shoulder. I screamed, not expecting the hit, and watched helplessly as Kenzie, who had turned at the sound of my scream, get hit in the head, and topple down towards the earth.

I was Nicole Warrington. I was a stubborn, violent, angry fighter.


I was a fighter.

“Why would they keep her under sedation?” Piper asked quietly, her previous anger gone.

Liam sighed. “They think she’s ‘dangerous’; mentally unstable. But, honestly, who wouldn’t be, after what he put her through?” Piper just nodded, and so did Liam. After a while, his face creased. “What was it you said earlier, Piper? About Nick and-”

“Me?” a voice asked, and Owen appeared from nowhere.

I'm going to pick up the pieces, and build a lego house.

If things go wrong we can knock it down.

Rhys and Alyssa were more than aware of Albus’s insomniatic tendencies, as well as Piper’s nightmares, so if they could help each other, they were fine with it

But before he completely lost consciousness, as the pain spread through his blood like venom, he felt a strong pair of arms scoop him up, screaming. Something in the back of his mind told him it was Rhys, but Flynn found he couldn’t even try to reply.

Luckily, darkness warmly embraced him. It was finally over.

“You have to swear not to tell anyone. I wasn’t supposed to know this, and I don’t know if they can handle this information right now,” Liam responded. “Promise me you won’t tell anyone.”

“I promise.”

Sighing, he put his head in his hands. There were a lot of things he was going to do differently with Nick if--when--she was back.