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Prologue/Chapter : the First Portal
Warnings: Wrong BWL. Maybe others to come.
Demons and magical items talking
Spells
HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY, THE GREAT HALL, SORTING CEREMONEY.
"Jeffery Potter!"
"Gryffindor!"
"We Got Potter! We Got Potter!" Shouted an excitable pair of ginger haired twins.
Jeffery, an 11 year old boy with shaggy black hair, an "S" shaped scar prominently displayed on his neck, walked slowly towards one of the four tables.
"Madeline Black."
A short eleven year old girl with long black haired girl walked slowly up to the stool which held the sorting hat.
"Ah, a large heart, loyal to your friends, not a bad mind either, but your ambition to get out of both your father's shadow and to get out a repugnant marriage contract. So, child, where do you wish to go?" asked the sorting hat, in a rough grandfather like tone.
"You let me choose?" asked Madeline.
"Why wouldn't I? Most children already have preconceived notions on where they want to go. Now, child, where would you like to go?" asked the sorting hat.
" Not Gryffindor."
"Not Gryffindor aye. Better be, Slytherin!"
As the Hat was removed from the small girls head, instead of the uproarious applause that greeted the previous first year, a deafening silence greeted her. Then one young man rose from the table under the green and silver banners. The young man, who was far back in the shadows near the entranceway, stood up from a throne like Chair, his hood raised, the only things visible, his startlingly dark emerald eyes, and his black hair that seemed to absorb all the light cast on it. He slowly began to clap as he approached the stage with the stool, sorting hat, and girl. As he approached, she noticed a hint of a lightning bolt shaped scar under a headband with a metal plate on it.
"Welcome to Slytherin, Lady Black." Said the man in black in a silky voice as he guided her off the stage. As he lead her to the table, a person with olive skin rose up from next to the black haired man's throne. This new dark haired olive skinned man held out his hand to the youth as he bowed, saying, "I Lord Apparent Zabini would like to welcome you to the House of Slytherin."
As he said this, the few pure blood mannerisms her father grudgingly taught her kicked in as she responded, "Well met Lord Zabini." And he responded with, "Well met Lady Black."
As he said this, he pulled out his wand, and at a nod from the other man, conjured a small throne like chair, decorated with both the Slytherin Crest and the Crest of the House of Black.
As Blaise pulled the chair out for her, the other black haired man helped her into the chair, bowing before as he introduced himself. "I Lord Apparent Blood, Godson of Etrigan the Bloody, welcome you to the House of Slytherin."
As he said this, Madeline's eyes widened, as she stammered back, "Well met Lord Blood."
As they both sat down, it dawned on her that she had just met the Prince of the Slytherins, and she had not only been greeted by a member of his court, his Chief Advisor, and also the Prince himself.
At the head table, Lord James Potter, Head of Gryffindor house and the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, cursed as he watched his sons betrothed, his god daughter, be accepted by his former son, Harridan, into the dark house of snakes. James shuddered as he realized that he would be the one to tell Sirius that his daughter was a Slytherin.