A/N – This will eventually be a seven part series, each chapter told by one
member of the Slytherin house (past and present). It is basically a short
tale of a memory they have which is being recounted for you: the lovely
readers!
Am doing this simply because I love Slytherin house and I think it's
important that they get fanfics that show them as 'normal people'.
All feedback is appreciated! You know where to click!!!
Anawiel –x-
FIRST YEAR: TOM RIDDLE
"Tom, do you know why I've called you here?"
Professor Dippet smiled at me, his tired yet kind eyes shone knowingly at he studied my face.
"No, sir," I murmured.
Everything was so new and strange to me. Wizards, magic, spells and wands - all had only ever existed in the realm of fairytale to me. All of it... shock after shock greeting me at each corner!
I surveyed the headmaster's office. It was huge and round, painted in the same blue as the sky had been when I'd awoken that morning and everywhere strange, magical things.
Each framed picture portrayed an elderly witch or wizard - their names engraved on silver plaques beneath them. And they were moving! Some were snoozing against their frames, occasionally twitching or muttering as their chest rose and fell with each breath. Others were watching me and waved as my wide eyes moved over them. Most of the portraits, however, were talking quietly amongst themselves - I even spotted two who were playing chess! One had to constantly lean out of his picture, nearly always managing to knock his red top hat off his head, and was becoming increasingly frustrated.
"Tom," Dippet's voice snapped me out of my thoughts and I swivelled in my chair to see him properly. "Tom, the house you have been placed in -"
"Slytherin, right?" I asked, wondering where this was going.
"Yes, Slytherin," he continued, "I must warn you now it will be a challenge for you. There are students in that house who will not want you there simply because you are, technically, a Muggleborn."
"A what?"
"A Muggleborn. You have not been brought up as a wizard or even in the knowledge of the wizarding world," The headmaster looked at me more seriously as he allowed this information to sink in. It was evident I had much more than spells to learn at Hogwarts.
"Slytherin house," he continued, "generally does not have any pupils in it other than those of pure blood. Do you understand?" I nodded slowly.
"But sir, why would I be placed in an unsuitable house? I'm a Mug- whatsit, like you said. Was the Sorting Hat wrong?" I was beginning to worry. What wasn't he telling me about my new classmates? The other pupils had seemed friendly enough to greet me, although many had asked who my parents were. Funny, really - I had simply shrugged and said that they had both died when I was young.
"No, Tom. I am quite certain that Slytherin is most definitely not the wrong house for you. I knew even before you arrived that you would be placed there. Our Sorting Hat never lies.
"You have obviously been brought up as a Muggle. I believe you have lived at the orphanage all you life, yes?"
I nodded again.
"Well, the fact is, and I can put it no plainer way than this, you are not a Muggle. Your father was... but your mother was a witch. A very powerful sorceress, indeed. I taught her here myself in fact."
My mouth dropped open. If it hadn't been for my skin and sinew, I swear my entire lower jaw would've clattered to the floor.
"She was a witch?" I stuttered. Dippet nodded. "And my father was a Muggle. So..." I trailed off and, mainly to myself added, "What does that make me?"
It was bewildering. I had known nothing about my parents except that my mother had simply named me after my father (Tom) and my grandfather (Marvolo), and then died. Obviously I had thought about them. Lain awake at night for hours on end trying to imagine what they could've been like. Then, to discover something so incredibly important about my mother and her life... It was like a dream.
"You, my dear boy, like many other students at the school, are half- blooded. But, right now, it is your mother's blood that is important.
"Were you listening to the Sorting Hat's son before your Sorting? About the four founders of the school?"
"Yes! Yes, of course I was!" I eagerly replied. The ragged and torn pointed hat's song had enthralled me, simply because it was basically a piece of clothing serenading an entire school hall in the first place!
"As you may recall, the founder of Slytherin house was a Salazar Slytherin. He had only wanted those who were born into magical families to attend the school and this was one of the ways he selected his students.
"Your mother was a descendant of his. A direct descendant, down through generations of proud purebloods. In fact she was his only remaining descendant... that is, until you were born."
Dippet leaned forward across his desk and fixed me with an impenetrable gaze. All around us strange wire objects buzzed and spun, doing God-knows-what, whilst the portraits on the walls had fallen silent.
"Tom, you, and you alone, are Slytherin's heir, and by now I am sure the rest of the house will know."
"Me?" I whispered, shocked, "But it can't possibly be! This time last week I didn't even know magic was real! Wouldn't someone have told me already? Wouldn't someone have said something?"
However Dippet simply shook his head solemnly.
"Tom - you are the heir of Slytherin.
Anawiel –x-
FIRST YEAR: TOM RIDDLE
"Tom, do you know why I've called you here?"
Professor Dippet smiled at me, his tired yet kind eyes shone knowingly at he studied my face.
"No, sir," I murmured.
Everything was so new and strange to me. Wizards, magic, spells and wands - all had only ever existed in the realm of fairytale to me. All of it... shock after shock greeting me at each corner!
I surveyed the headmaster's office. It was huge and round, painted in the same blue as the sky had been when I'd awoken that morning and everywhere strange, magical things.
Each framed picture portrayed an elderly witch or wizard - their names engraved on silver plaques beneath them. And they were moving! Some were snoozing against their frames, occasionally twitching or muttering as their chest rose and fell with each breath. Others were watching me and waved as my wide eyes moved over them. Most of the portraits, however, were talking quietly amongst themselves - I even spotted two who were playing chess! One had to constantly lean out of his picture, nearly always managing to knock his red top hat off his head, and was becoming increasingly frustrated.
"Tom," Dippet's voice snapped me out of my thoughts and I swivelled in my chair to see him properly. "Tom, the house you have been placed in -"
"Slytherin, right?" I asked, wondering where this was going.
"Yes, Slytherin," he continued, "I must warn you now it will be a challenge for you. There are students in that house who will not want you there simply because you are, technically, a Muggleborn."
"A what?"
"A Muggleborn. You have not been brought up as a wizard or even in the knowledge of the wizarding world," The headmaster looked at me more seriously as he allowed this information to sink in. It was evident I had much more than spells to learn at Hogwarts.
"Slytherin house," he continued, "generally does not have any pupils in it other than those of pure blood. Do you understand?" I nodded slowly.
"But sir, why would I be placed in an unsuitable house? I'm a Mug- whatsit, like you said. Was the Sorting Hat wrong?" I was beginning to worry. What wasn't he telling me about my new classmates? The other pupils had seemed friendly enough to greet me, although many had asked who my parents were. Funny, really - I had simply shrugged and said that they had both died when I was young.
"No, Tom. I am quite certain that Slytherin is most definitely not the wrong house for you. I knew even before you arrived that you would be placed there. Our Sorting Hat never lies.
"You have obviously been brought up as a Muggle. I believe you have lived at the orphanage all you life, yes?"
I nodded again.
"Well, the fact is, and I can put it no plainer way than this, you are not a Muggle. Your father was... but your mother was a witch. A very powerful sorceress, indeed. I taught her here myself in fact."
My mouth dropped open. If it hadn't been for my skin and sinew, I swear my entire lower jaw would've clattered to the floor.
"She was a witch?" I stuttered. Dippet nodded. "And my father was a Muggle. So..." I trailed off and, mainly to myself added, "What does that make me?"
It was bewildering. I had known nothing about my parents except that my mother had simply named me after my father (Tom) and my grandfather (Marvolo), and then died. Obviously I had thought about them. Lain awake at night for hours on end trying to imagine what they could've been like. Then, to discover something so incredibly important about my mother and her life... It was like a dream.
"You, my dear boy, like many other students at the school, are half- blooded. But, right now, it is your mother's blood that is important.
"Were you listening to the Sorting Hat's son before your Sorting? About the four founders of the school?"
"Yes! Yes, of course I was!" I eagerly replied. The ragged and torn pointed hat's song had enthralled me, simply because it was basically a piece of clothing serenading an entire school hall in the first place!
"As you may recall, the founder of Slytherin house was a Salazar Slytherin. He had only wanted those who were born into magical families to attend the school and this was one of the ways he selected his students.
"Your mother was a descendant of his. A direct descendant, down through generations of proud purebloods. In fact she was his only remaining descendant... that is, until you were born."
Dippet leaned forward across his desk and fixed me with an impenetrable gaze. All around us strange wire objects buzzed and spun, doing God-knows-what, whilst the portraits on the walls had fallen silent.
"Tom, you, and you alone, are Slytherin's heir, and by now I am sure the rest of the house will know."
"Me?" I whispered, shocked, "But it can't possibly be! This time last week I didn't even know magic was real! Wouldn't someone have told me already? Wouldn't someone have said something?"
However Dippet simply shook his head solemnly.
"Tom - you are the heir of Slytherin.