Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters other than the OCs. I have not totally finished this chapter.
The Dark Awakens
Many years after the war fought in Hogwarts, the day of the Winter Solstice December the 21. A great new era has emerged, the darkest era that the wizards have ever seen. Ruled by a dark lord who puts Voldemort as a bunny. This day, the last heir of Slytherin claims his rule over the entire Brittan. Many shall die in a vain attempt to escape the enviable. His skills will rival the founder's themselves as he has been trained by the ghosts that fill the narrow ravines. His name is one not to be toyed with it is Serfotine.
Serfotine POV
I woke up with the clouds still covering the beating sun. I rose quickly preparing for my daily training. The ghosts were like family to me. They had heritage in many ancient families from the House Slytherin to the House of Peeves. They told me that I was found at a young age, with a note from my father. They never showed me the note as it stated that it should only be shared when I turn to age. Today was the day, the day I turned eighteen and became the Heir of Slytherin.
I strode down to a small cave, embedded on the side of a steep cliff face. This was the lair of my most favorite mentor, Sir Quezel, a strict but helpful teacher. He taught me the history of Wizards. However, he strayed from thought and sometimes told me advance spells which puzzled my brain when I was young. "A spell is the shaping of the flow of magic. Wands help concentrate that power for those who cannot find the will power", Sir Quezel lectured as I grew frustrated with each failed attempt. Years have passed and I have grown strong with my magically capabilities.
Author's Note: Sorry that this chapter is relatively short and ends out weird. I am a novice writer.