(This story is basically a variation of the first Harry Potter book. I own nothing, not even the words. This is all J.K. Rowling. I just told the story from a new but very similar point of view. Please don't hurt me.)
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Ferris Slytherin stood by the door of the family mansion, surrounded by his relatives, all of whom were powerful wizards. He watched the misty driveway through the front door's window, waiting for the invasion.
Ferris was an ugly man with brown eyes (the left of which he was obviously blind in with how badly it was glazed over and dull in color), several facial scars, greasy brown hair, and two missing teeth (his left canine and another tooth that had been right beside it to its left). He was tall, but scrawny, and very pale.
This did not, however, prevent him from becoming the most powerful wizard in the Slytherin family, even without schooling or help from the rest of the wizarding world.
Soon enough, Mary Slytherin, Ferris's wife, came out of a hatch in the floor. After she was out, the hatch was closed, magically concealed, and covered up with a large rug.
She had tears in her eyes as she walked over to stand next to her husband.
Mary Slytherin was a beautiful woman with long, raven-colored hair, and bright green eyes. She was thin and a little pale, but not so much that she looked sickly. Her smile could normally light up a room, but right now, it was nowhere to be found.
"Greg has Johnny in the basement," she said, her hand finding her husband's. "Once this is all over, the memory charms will kick in and Greg won't remember anything that happened tonight. He'll know everything about the magic world except for how we died."
"Good," Ferris said, "Greg will be able to raise Johnathan to be more humble, just like we asked him to do in the letter we gave him. Even with all the No-Maj money our family has amassed, Greg should be able to raise him up without spoiling him. He won't become some high and mighty backstabber like what the Slytherin family is so well known for producing. I won't let my family go out with that as our reputation; I won't let our family go dark forever."
Mary nodded, tears streaming down her face. Then she stopped. She and Ferris could both see several cloaked figures in the mist coming towards the house.
"They're here!" Ferris shouted to the dozens of Slytherins behind him in the main hall of the mansion. Everyone drew their wands and pointed them at the door.
Ferris and Mary got away from the door and got ready with the rest of the Slytherin family.
"That loon," an old man said. "I can't believe he would want us out of the way this badly. Probably angry that we didn't come find him since we're his last wizard blood, even though we had no idea he existed since the Slytherin family has had no contact with its branch off. Good thing we sent that message to Dumbledore to come get Johnathan when he's old enough for schooling. He needs the best teaching, and Hogwarts is the best."
"Riddle's just an angry child, Uncle Finnegan," Ferris said with a grim look. "Right now, let's just stop with the rambling and focus on the fact that he wants to kill us and I don't want to go down without a fight!"
The old man chuckled and said, "Sure, why not, nephew? I've lived a good life; why not go out with a bang?"
Five minutes later, the door was blown open and every Slytherin in the house was dead… except for one. A single boy whom the attacker's did not know existed… a boy named Johnathan Slytherin…
