And The Habit of Decomposing Right Before Your Very Eyes
Prologue: -It's sleeping with roaches and taking best guesses.
A surge of power flowed through his body, his magic strengthening by the second. He cast a silencing charm, and a locking charm, guaranteeing no one would walk in and see their Golden Boy in the middle of such a taboo act. His wand sparked at the tip, but he paid no attention. He muttered foreign words consecutively, without a pause, and his eyes darkened to grey as a gust of wind increased in size, swirling around him.
The room he stood in, a small one, was void of desks or chairs, it had only one large window, which he'd charmed to hide the inside from outside view. His spells left burnt patches on the walls as he struggled to gain control. In seconds, he was practicing all manner of spells. A dummy appeared in front of him, and he sent a ray of blue at it, and it split in two.
It was replaced by another identical dummy, and he sent a green spell at it, which levitated the figure up and held it there. On a live subject, the person would be feeling incredible pain as they hovered there, and their screams would be left unheard by everyone.
The next hour passed by with many more dummies, spells and a couple of experimental charms. He was to start his second daily hour of training when a bang echoed from behind the wall. The magic around him stopped and everything stood still. He thought up an escape door and ran out of it as the main one started to emerge. As he quietly jogged down the stairs, his eyes faded back to their usual emerald colour, and his magic retreated back into him, hiding itself lest the headmaster realise what he was truly up to.
He arrived at the bottom floor, the dungeons, and reached a portrait. It was dark silver and a dull green snake curled around it. The middle held the black Slytherin crest. A muttered password later, he was sitting in one of the armchairs, awaiting the descent of his partner. He was sure his entrance had not gone unnoticed, and, while he wasn't unwanted or hated here, he didn't want to risk a confrontation with anyone, so he hoped the person he wanted to speak to came.
Sure enough, a figure clad in black robes, trimmed with green, and with a head of short platinum hair strutted down the steps of his dormitory. His lips gave way to a small smile, one people other than himself ever saw. The blonde sat in the armchair facing the teenager, and he leaned in front, his fingers laced together and waiting expectantly.
"They're getting closer. Soon enough, I'll be found out. And when that day comes, I'll need your assistance."
"How long?"
"Minimum, we have ten days. At maximum, we have three weeks. Either way, it'll be after in the last two weeks of June."
"How could I help you?"
"I will need a place to stay, for staying in my dorm will be dangerous for me. And I need a partner."
"You will have both, you are lucky the Slytherins aren't oblivious to the consequences of your practices. If they believed your public persona, it would be impossible for you to be accepted as one of us. We are, in general, loyal, to an extent. You are one of us now. Your red trimmed robes make little difference, for it is a mask, one we wear daily."
"Thank you. It was necessary for me to be sorted into the Lions', for, if I were a Snake, everything would have to have changed. The headmaster needed to be assured of his command and power over me, so this will hit him harder."
"We understand, I understand. Will you be staying here tonight?"
"No, until I am confronted about everything, I will continue to go through the motions, in the character everyone wants me to. Hopefully, by the time I am found out, it will be almost summer."
"How long will we have to hide this? I will have to continue mocking you, I assume, and insulting you."
"Don't worry, next September, everything will change. But, think, it will get harder once she finds out."
"She?"
"Yes, she. I know she knows I'm hiding something, yet she is keeping her suspicions quiet. It will be her who will find everything out, and then he will get it out of her. The confrontation will be explosive, if he does it."
"Of course, what else would it be? It's in his name, and his hair."
The dark-haired student chuckled, before checking the time and standing up. "Goodnight, I must retire before my absence is noticed too much." He held his hand out and the blonde shook it, a smirk on his face.
"Pleasure doing business with you, Potter."
My prologue. First chapter will be posted immediately. The title came up to me while I was listening to PANIC! AT THE DISCO. Best band ever, by the way. So, the chapters are gonna be named with one lyric from the song 'BUILD GOD, THEN WE'LL TALK', because that's where the title came from. The chapter names may have nothing to do with the chapter, so bear that in mind. Also, the lyrics aren't in order.
That's all. Cheerio.