Snakes and Ladders
by ChatterChick
Summary: Climbing up the ranks of the Death Eaters is the easy part. Staying there is another story. The tale of twelve Slytherins and their ups and downs during the second war. Includes: Draco Malfoy, Pansy Parkinson, Blaise Zabini, Theodore Nott, Daphne Greengrass, Astoria Greengrass, Cassius Warrington, Graham Montague along with Original Characters, Jason Greengrass, Nephele Rosier, Cloris Carrow and Annie Runcorn.
A/N: I've modelled the format loosely on the British TV series "Skins" where each chapter is named after and focuses more on that character, although others do appear throughout it to progress their own storyline or add to the main character's story. There will be thirteen chapters total. If you're familiar with my other work, you may recognize my OCs, Jason Greengrass and Nephele Rosier. They are quite different in this...
Content Warning: There may be sensitive themes in this story, such as depression, murder, alcohol/drug abuse, domestic or child abuse, rape, torture. The only thing I really don't write about is graphic self-harm or suicide. Read at your own risk.
Jason Greengrass (Sweet Green Child)
There was no freer feeling than flying at night.
The summer months meant the air was still warm and comfortable, but there was no sun in his eyes causing him to squint. There was just the soft moonlight and the twinkling stars above. Jason didn't even bother with the disillusion charm. It was too dark for the muggles to see and even if they did, who would believe them? In a blink of an eye he would be gone and muggles tended to make excuses for anything that didn't make sense to them.
He could feel the air shimmer with magic as he flew through the wards that surrounded his family home, Greengrass Hall. The old wards kept much more than just unwanted muggles off the vast property and it was only the blood in his veins that allowed him to slip across them with no issue. Everyone else had to arrive at the gates, but Jason could come and go with ease.
It made sneaking away from his parents all too easy.
He slowed his pace as he got closer to the house, hovering just outside his bedroom window on the third floor. With a lazy flick of his wand, he silently unlocked the window and opened it. He easily flew through the large bay window and dismounted his prized Nimbus Two Thousand and One.
He mounted the broom on its rack and slipped out of his robes until he was standing in just his boxers. He quickly shrank the black robes, neatly folded them and then hid them in a sock in his underwear drawer. Not even the house elves would find it there.
Exhaustion crept in, and Jason settled into bed. Tomorrow was going to be a struggle, but he had done this often enough this past year. He was just drifting off when he heard the harsh ringing of his alarm clock. Blearily, Jason opened his eyes. Light was already creeping in through his window. Although he had probably slept for a good two hours, he didn't feel like he had slept a wink. There was a battle between his mind and body as he tried to convince himself to roll out of bed. Eventually Jason was able to trudge into his on-suite bathroom feeling much like death warmed over.
Fumbling around with the little vials of potions in his drawer, Jason managed to find the last of his Invigoration Draught. He'd have to stock up on more at the shop when his father left for lunch. Just a few drops on his tongue and Jason felt as if he had slept a solid eight hours. It would catch up with him later, it always did, but it would at least get him through the day without his father suspecting he had been out all night.
He joined his family downstairs for breakfast. Being the summer months, they were joined by his younger sisters, Daphne and Astoria. The past year had been odd and lonely with them off to Hogwarts and Jason home alone with just his parents for company in the large manor.
Seated at the ends of the long, maple table were his parents, Hyperion and Sappho Greengrass. His father had The Daily Prophet out while his mother had her reading glasses and the unedited copy of Witch Weekly opened. Her red quill was furiously adding notes to it while she sipped her tea. His sisters were seated together, whispering and giggling back and forth. Jason took the empty seat across from them. Within moments, their family house elf, Kappa, appeared with a plate for Jason and a cup of strong black coffee.
His mother carefully surveyed him over the top of her magazine. After a long pause, she said, "You look bright eyed this morning. Did you sleep well?"
She knew. Jason's gut turned painfully. He had been trying so hard to keep his night-time activities from them.
"Wonderfully," Jason replied, deciding to try his best to lie to her. He tucked into his breakfast with great gusto. "I went to bed early last night."
"Really? I didn't see you in your bed when I checked in at midnight. Or when I checked again at one. Or at three. To the best of my knowledge, you appeared there sometime between the hours of four and five. Would you like to tell me where you were, young man?"
"Mother, I can explain – "
"I sure hope you can, because I don't like the conclusion I came up with myself."
xXxXx
Her parents disappeared with her brother after breakfast to have a talk with him.
It had been an ill-kept secret over the past month that Jason snuck out at least once a week. Astoria wasn't sure how long her parents had known about it or how long it had been going on for. Ever since returning from Hogwarts, Astoria heard the harsh whispers of her parents arguing over Jason's disappearances.
Their father was more than happy to ignore it. "A wizard's got to have privacy. The boy's nineteen! For all we know, he could be sneaking around with a girlfriend," he would often say in response.
Their mother, however, had a different opinion on the matter.
"You don't think he – you know – " Astoria asked Daphne, gesturing to her left arm. She didn't want to say the word out loud. For all that the Greengrasses believed in blood purity, Astoria didn't want to think of her sweet brother out there murdering or torturing muggles and muggle-borns. Leave that to the Crabbes and the Goyles of their world. Their family had stayed out of the mess the first time and it suited them perfectly well. They didn't have any of the stigmas that families such as the Blacks and Rosiers carried after the war. It was better to stay neutral until one side was declared the victor.
Daphne looked grim and Astoria knew that wasn't a good sign.
"There's only one way to find out for sure," Daphne said. "Mum and Dad aren't going to tell us and I doubt Jason will."
She reached into her handbag and pulled out a set of pinkish wires attached to a set of real looking human ears. She passed one to Astoria and said, "Extendable Ears. From Weasley's Wizard Wheezes."
Astoria looked wearily at the joke shop product and then at her sister. She didn't trust anything a Weasley twin made as far as she could throw it. One too many times, Astoria had been the unwitting victim of some cruel prank of theirs. Younger Slytherins were an easy and favourite target to the twins. She half thought the cursive thing would blow up in their ears and render them deaf.
"I know, don't give me that look," Daphne said, "their products are dead useful."
They put the ears in and the ears crawled along the floor and slipped out of sight. Moments later, Astoria could hear voices as clear as if they were standing in the same room.
"We can't just sit back if we want to win!" Jason heatedly said. "Everyone just stayed out of the way last time and look what happened."
"Yes," their mother coolly replied. Astoria struggled to hear her. Her mother's was a quiet anger and she never raised her voice. It was sharp and cutting and more efficient than any heated yelled her father did. "Look what happened. Entire pureblood lines ended, their only heirs dead or in prison before their prime. You have a responsibility to this family – "
"If the Order were to have their way – "
"I see you've fallen to the Death Eater dogma. I thought I raised you better than to believe such obvious lies."
Their mother was the Editor in Chief of Witch Weekly and – not that she would ever publicly admit it – the founder of PlayWitch. She helped shape the media of the wizarding world, filling the minds of witches across the country. Sappho Greengrass was half the reason for the smear campaign that had lost Albus Dumbledore so much influence before Voldemort showed up in the Ministry of Magic.
As a result, she had raised her three children to be able to think for themselves and see outside the often one-sided narrative the papers gave.
"It's not all lies. I went to school with them, Potter, Weasley and Granger. Granger thinks she's going to change the wizarding world to fit her narrow, muggle way of thinking. They have no respect for tradition, how could they? A bunch of blood-traitors and mudbloods!"
"The Granger girl will soon learn that a muggle-born, for all her cleverness, is not going to amount to much more than another clerk in some obscure little department. This is a world where family and blood means everything, and she has neither. Unless you count the Weasleys, which isn't a point in her favour," Mother rationalized.
It was the same with every muggle-born who tried to 'change' their world. They soon found out how much the old pure-blood families ran the Ministry and how it was almost impossible to achieve anything without their backing.
"Fine," Jason conceded, "although I still say this is the time to join! Albus Dumbledore is dead. They're leaderless and have no real plan. There's no way we can lose."
There was a moment of silence and their mother sounded sad when she finally spoke. "For your sake, I truly hope so. Once you've thrown your lot in with the Death Eaters it's for life."
xXxXx
Jason kept an eye on the three cauldrons simmering just behind the counter. His father wanted him to restock vials of Vitamix Potion, Calming Draught and Pepperup Potion. These tended to be quite popular and it was hard to keep them on the shelves. It kept him distracted, so he didn't have to worry about his mother's words.
They couldn't lose the war. Not when they were so far ahead. Rabastan Lestrange had hinted towards things that were in motion that would certainly give them an advantage.
He shook his head, clearly his mind and focusing on the task ahead of him. This was not the time to get himself worked up with his other life.
Jason was working as his father's apprentice. In three years time, he would be fully qualified as an Apothecary and be able to manage one of the Greengrass Apothecaries without supervision. Until then, his father would have to test the quality of his potions before putting them for sale, but he trusted Jason's ability to do simple potions without much assistance. Today he was meeting with one of the suppliers for potions ingredients so Jason was handling the shop.
It was fairly quiet. The only customers Jason had had all day were a pair of warlocks, currently arguing the merits of using frog eyes rather than newt eyes.
No one really came to Diagon Alley these days unless they really needed something. Gone were the days were people idly window shopped and lingered. These days they came quickly, looking over their shoulders, and then left just as quickly. As a result, the shops weren't doing as well. Not that it affected the Greengrass' vault by much. It just made for long days at work.
The bell above the shop door chimed and in walked a beautiful witch. Tall and slender, with white-blonde hair, slate-grey eyes and high cheekbones, Nephele Rosier was the perfect result of generations of fine breeding.
She was also one of Jason's closest friends. They had been sorted into the same year in Slytherin, but the real defining moment in their friendship was halfway through first year when one of the Weasley twins threw a dungbomb into Nephele's cauldron. It exploded, the volatile potion inside had covered Nephele in the thick, yellow substance.
With a painful hiss, the potion had started dissolving her fair blonde hair and Jason was certain she would cry. She did, but they were angry tears inbetween screaming bloody murder at the pair of Gryffindor idiots. Professor Snape had had to interfere and send Nephele to the Hospital Wing before she started throwing hexes.
Jason and his dormmates got into a fist fight with the twins later in the corridors. Making a girl from Slytherin cry didn't sit well with any of them. It was the first of many fights they would have over the course of seven years. They got thirty points docked from Slytherin and a permanent friend in the form of Nephele.
Nephele stopped to browse the potions, although Jason doubted she wasn't here for that. It was far cheaper to buy the ingredients and brew them, although most witches and wizards either couldn't be bothered or were dismal at potions. Nephele was quite skilled at potions and certainly didn't need to buy pre-made ones. She took her time, carefully reading each vial until the pair of warlocks paid for their supplies and left the shop. Only then, she pulled a tiny vial of Blonde-Hair Potion from the shelf and sashayed over to his register.
"Six galleons," Jason said, "and here I thought you were a natural blonde."
Nephele smirked. "Mother ran out. Her roots are showing and she just about died of embarrassment. I offered to pick her up some. Of course, I do have another motivation.
She slid a piece of parchment over with a handful of galleons. It had the location, date and time of their next meeting. Nephele burned it after Jason was finished reading it.
"So soon?"
"He just found out this morning. They're moving Potter and need all the flyers they can get. Rasbastan knows Graham and Cassius played Quidditch and assumes you and I are just as competent on a broom."
Jason's heart beat faster, already feeling the excitement. They had been doing small tasks for Rabastan for several months now. Mostly to test their loyalty, although some of them were grunt work that Rabastan saw as beneath himself. Not just anyone was marked and admitted into the inner circles of the Death Eaters. Jason and his friends hadn't even been taken to meet the Dark Lord yet. Once they proved themselves to Rabastan, he would promote them further into the ranks.
This would be the first real Death Eater mission that they were assigned to. There was a good chance that afterwards they would be marked.
"Of course. You know I'll be there."
Nephele nodded her head, a small smile in response. "I told him as much."
xXxXx
There was only one thing Cassius Warrington missed about his family's home, Warrington Estate, and that was the freedom to fly without worry of being spotted by muggles. Of course, the freedom to fly meant sacrificing his personal freedom. His mother fussed and worried about him, asking too many questions for comfort. His father badgered him about finding an acceptable pure-blood girl to carry on the Warrington's noble bloodline.
Cassius tried to banish such thoughts for now, focusing on the glorious afternoon before him. He zipped on the air, doing spirals, loop-de-loops and other aerobatic stunts at such breathtaking fast speeds that it would have no doubt given his parents heart failure. He enjoyed the rush he got from using such a magnificent broom. The Nimbus 2500 was not expected to hit the market until next spring.
Of course, being the grandson of the owner of the Nimbus Racing Broom Company had its perks. His maternal grandfather, Devlin Whitehorn, had founded the company in 1967 and fully intended to pass it along to his only grandson. Cassius spent his days assisting his grandfather and learning the fine art of crafting brooms. He had made this one with his grandfather's guidance. He felt almost as much affection for the broom as he did his own wand.
Cassius gracefully landed, hopping off the broom and passing it back to his grandfather. Devlin had been watching him from the ground, smiling and making notes as Cassius tested the model for him.
"It's fantastic," Cassius informed his grandfather. "Easily surpasses the 2001 and the Firebolt. I didn't quite get it to one hundred and seventy in ten seconds, but I don't think I was pushing it that much."
He admired the wood work. His grandfather had chosen aspen this time and the polished white wood looked like it was ivory from afar.
"Excellent," Delvin said. "I'm quite happy about it and can't wait to put it into production. I'll win orders back from those blasted Firebolts this year. That one is yours."
"You're joking."
"Not at all. I have my notes to make more. You should keep the first broom you made."
They parted ways soon after, Cassius apparating back to his townhouse in London.
He was looking forward to long, cool shower. Between the flying and the hot sun, he was sweating profoundly. His clothes were sticking to his back and his hair felt sleek as well. Walking inside, he found his friend, Jason, lounging on his couch, a novel in hand.
"You reek of cauldrons," Cassius told his friend, wrinkling his nose as if in disgust. It wasn't that bad. He had more of a floral scent today. It amused Cassius that Jason smelt like a witch. Like the pretty pure-blooded witch that his father insisted that he find and marry. It would have been so much easier if Cassius had fallen for one of Jason's sisters. "I'm going to have to insist you shower."
"Well," Jason slowly drawled. Cassius was not a poet by any means, but he swore Jason's eyes were as deep and dark a blue as any ocean. He easily could lose himself in their depths. "If you insist."
"I do."
It wasn't long before both wizards were upstairs, quickly discarding each other of their clothes. Cassius' blood was pumping as he pushed his friend-turned-lover into the cool tiles inside the shower. His lips and tongue teased, first Jason's lips, but then wandered towards the sensitive lobes of his ears, nipping and tugging with his teeth. His hands roamed the well-travelled path of Jason's body. Suddenly Jason was on his knees with Cassius' hand fisted roughly in his hair as he teased him right back.
Sometime later, they both made it to Cassius' bed. Cassius lazily traced a line down the spine of Jason's bare back, eliciting the occasional shiver.
Jason murmured. "Nephele stopped by the shop today. Apparently the Dark Lord heard you're talented on a broom."
Cassius snickered. He doubted the Dark Lord cared about his sex life. Although they were very careful to hide it from the older Death Eaters, many were quite conservative and old fashioned. It was fine for wizards to fool around with each other, so long as it stayed hidden and they made acceptable marriages and produced proper, pure-blooded children. "That I am. And if I recall correctly, so are you. Just why was he interested in my talents?"
"Tomorrow night. We're meeting at Malfoy Manor. From there, we'll ambush Potter and the Order in the skies. Apparently he lives in some town in Surrey called Little Whinging and more than likely they'll be heading towards the Weasley's hovel in Devon."
Cassius closed his eyes and nodded.
xXxXx
Jason met up with Cassius, Nephele and their fourth friend, Graham Montague, before apparating to Malfoy Manor. They arrived together at the gates, brooms in hand, and quickly found their mentor, Rabastan, in the courtyard.
They noticed Draco Malfoy standing off with his father and mother. The weak-willed boy was looking faint, as if he'd prefer to be anywhere else.
"Looks like Darling Draco's still hanging off his mother's skirts," Graham mocked. The Malfoys had all too swiftly fallen from the Dark Lord's grace. It caused for great joy and concern among the ranks. Many had privately disliked the family, many things about Lucius Malfoy and his heir rubbed them the wrong way. Now it was openly acceptable to mock them and many did so with great pleasure. Yet at the same time, it reminded them all that if the Malfoys could fall, so could anyone.
"It's a shame," Nephele grumbled, "Malfoy gets to play with the big boys because his daddy is a Death Eater. If my father was still alive – "
Jason gently put a hand on her shoulder. Her father's death at the hands of Alastor Moody in the last war was a wound that never quite healed. "He would have known it was an honour to be worked towards. Not something bought with gold. Draco might be marked, but he's about as green as they come."
There was not much time for chitchat as Lord Voldemort appeared, flanked by Bellatrix Lestrange and her husband, Rodolphus Lestrange.
He looked at all of them and issued only simple, but explicit, instructions. "Harry Potter is mine. Kill the rest."
A cheer rumbled through the thirty odd Death Eaters and allies that had been assembled for the task. They all mounted their brooms and took flight, darkening the sky like a colony of dark bats. They went east-bound for Surrey easily found the Order shooting off in pairs of two in every direction. As expected, each pair had its own Harry Potter clone.
"That's Fred Weasley," Cassius said, nodding towards the skyline where Weasley Senior was flying eastbound alongside one of the Potters. "I'd recognize him on a broom anywhere."
With that, the four friends took off after them, Rasbastan close behind, confident that they were pursuing a false-Potter and leaving the real one to the Dark Lord. It was also exciting to take down the pair of blood traitors, especially if Cassius was correct and they were dealing with Fred Weasley.
"Crucio!" Graham was the first to aim a spell, his hatred for the Weasley twins unparalleled.
Weasley easily ducked it, pulling into a quick dive before firing his own spell back at Graham. "Stupefy!"
While the Weasleys had moral issues with spells like the Cruciatus Curse and the Killing Curse, it was clear they were still aiming to kill. This wasn't the Quidditch pitch with professors watching and cushioning charms ready to catch any falls. Stunning a wizard off his broom out in the open at this height and at these speeds meant leaving him to fall to a certain death.
Jason tried to pull ahead, flying just to the left of Weasley Senior. He aimed a Stunning Spell of his own, but the older wizard deflected it with a Shield Charm. While he wasn't as skilled as a flyer, he had decades of spellcasting experience and his reflexes were impressive.
Soon, the Weasleys were bombarded with spells. It was all they could do to hold onto their brooms and stay on the defensive. It was just the pair of them versus five. Weasley's fancy tricks on a broom decreased and soon it was all he could do to throw up counter-curses and shield charms to protect him and his father. Weasley Senior was more concerned for his son's safety than his own, and was nearly knocked off more than once. Jason was sure they'd be able to finish them off.
Then, suddenly, the Weasleys disappeared. It was as if they flew into a cloud and never came out. Jason and his friends immediately halted their brooms, looking around.
"What the hell?" Jason called out. "Where did they go?"
"There must be a Fidelius Charm around a house in the area," Nephele explained. Her cheeks were tight with barely controlled rage at the Weasleys slipping out from under them. "We might as well head back."
The three boys looked towards their leader for confirmation. Rabastan had been with them the entire mission, silently evaluating them throughout. He looked proud of his young pupils, despite the overall failure of their mission.
"Ms Rosier is correct, as usual. The Order favours the Fidelius Charm and has erected it around most of their homes," Rabastan lectured. Jason was sure Rabastan would have made an excellent Defence Against the Dark Arts professor, if only he wasn't an escaped convict. Maybe in the future they would be able to overturn the sentence. "We'll regroup at the Malfoy's, see if anyone was more successful. You did well for your first battle."
xXxXx
Draco landed on the ground with a soft thump, trying his best to conceal his nerves. Really, all he wanted to do was fall to his knees and throw up all over his parent's painstakingly maintained lawn. Draco was quickly realizing that he had not the stomach nor the desire to see his foes killed or maimed in battle. He had witnessed Professor Snape slice off one of the fake Potter's ears with the same curse that Potter had used to slice him open just a few months ago. If Snape's aim had been a little better, the he would have sliced the fake Potter to pieces in flight.
All around him, his so-called brothers-in-arms were landing and congratulating each other. Alastor Moody had been killed in the battle and their own casualties were minimal. Their numbers were certainly greater than the Order so two Death Eaters in exchange for the de-facto leader of the Order was considered a fair loss.
Draco knew that they would be celebrating their victory into the early hours of the morning. While they failed to kill Potter, they had succeeded at weakening the Order.
His mother met them at the front entrance. The war had aged her pre-maturely. Draco could recall his mother taking great care of her appearance throughout his youth. Tiny vials of potions and lotions to keep herself from showing signs of age. Flawlessly smooth skin and not a single grey hair amongst the blonde. These days, there was the beginning of crow's feet that pulled at her eyes, worry lines had formed at the corners of her mouth. She seemed thinner to Draco, frailer than ever before. Her shoulders relaxed just marginally as her eyes inspected both Draco and his father.
She stood tall, welcoming the Death Eaters into their home with outstretched arms. The perfect hostess. "Come in. Please make yourselves at home."
With a snap of her fingers, one of the Malfoy house-elves, Dusty, appeared in front of her. "See that they're taken care of." The house-elf nodded and vanished, no doubt scrambling to get enough drinks and food for the impromptu party.
His uncle Rodolphus pushed a tumbler of firewhiskey into his hand and forcefully clapped him on the back once they were into the Ball Room. "One by one, the Order will fall!"
"Yes sir," Draco said, giving a thin smile to his uncle. Rodolphus, like his wife and brother, had spent too many years locked up in Azkaban and was mentally unstable. He seemed lucid enough tonight, but Draco knew he could easily slip into fits of rage, especially when drinking. Draco was keen on getting away from him.
Draco kept to the fringe of the party, drifting in and out of conversation with his father's friends and associates. Suddenly, his old Quidditch team mate, Cassius, was throwing an arm around him. "Come over here and celebrate with us."
Draco was suddenly surrounded by four former Slytherins. Aside from him, they were perhaps the youngest at the gathering tonight. They were red in the face, whether from alcohol or adrenaline, Draco didn't care to know.
"We're getting marked tonight," Graham proudly announced. "Rabastan thought we handled ourselves well tonight. The Dark Lord wants to meet us."
"Congratulations," Draco weakly said. Should he tell them to run while they still could? Should he tell them that he regretted it every day? Should he tell him that the Dark Lord was insane and his followers no better? Should he tell them that he feared not only for his life, but that of his mother and his father?
He didn't. He couldn't. They'd tell Rabastan or the Dark Lord himself, and then Draco and his parents would be killed as blood traitors.
Draco could only throw back his drink, the firewhiskey burning his throat, but keeping the words from forming on his lips
xXxXx
Jason felt a level of pride. They were only a year out of Hogwarts and already he and his friends had managed to earn the trust of their mentor. The four of them were led away from Draco Malfoy, to the library where their lord was waiting. Lord Voldemort hadn't joined the party, not being one for merriment and drink, Rabastan had explained.
"He's quite eager to meet you," Rabastan said, "I've been providing updates on your progress this past year."
In front of the roaring fire there was a large, emerald green armchair. Over the top of it, Jason could just make out the distinct, bald head of the Dark Lord. Jason had seen Lord Voldemort from a distance earlier, but never this close. Obediently seated next to its master, was the giant snake, Nagini.
Slowly, Voldemort rose from his seat and walked around it. Jason almost had to look away. Blood red eyes, more like those of a snake, peered back at them. His nose was two slits. He looked less a man and more a monster. "I have heard great things about all of you," Voldemort said in a raspy voice.
The four stood side by side before him as Voldemort circled them, looking them up and down. At one point, Jason could feel a sharp headache and he realized Voldemort was probing his mind. Jason tried his best to relax. He had nothing to hide.
"Nephele Rosier," Lord Voldemort said. Nephele held still, her chin tilted up in arrogance, her slant-grey eyes fixed on Voldemort. "I remember your father. It's a great shame what the Aurors did to him. You've joined us to finish his work?"
"Of course, my Lord."
"Evan Rosier was a great wizard. I expect equally great things from his daughter," he said. "Cassius Warrington. Your parents have always been loyal supporters. I have no doubts about their heir and only son."
Next to him, Cassius seemed to relax. "I will not fail you, my Lord."
"Jason Greengrass," Voldemort was standing directly in front of him now. Jason forced himself to stare into those red eyes. "The first of your family to see the light. You have proved yourself so far, but I will be watching."
Jason gave a slight bow of his head. "Yes, my Lord."
"Graham Montague," Lord Voldemort addressed the final member of their group. "That's a family name I am unfamiliar with. Tell me, who is your father?"
"It's my mother's name, sir. I have never met my father."
"I see," Voldemort said. There was an amused smirk on his face. "Tell me, what brings a half-blood to my cause?"
There was a sharp exhale of breath. "I don't care with the way the rest of the world treats us with Dumbledore's influence. The entire house of Slytherin, your noble ancestor, has been cast aside and abused for too long. The Weasley twins shoved me into that fucking Vanishing Cabinet, back when it was still broken. I couldn't walk afterwards, or speak or do anything really. All their friends knew too, and not one of them would tell a professor. I was in the Hospital Wings for weeks and Madame Pomphey couldn't figure out what was wrong with me. When I was finally able to speak, the adults at that school ignored me and told me I didn't remember properly. That is just one example of many, but as far as the rest of the world is concerned, our lives don't matter."
Jason never hated anyone more than the Weasley twins. Graham could have died from their actions and they wouldn't have been held accountable for it. All because the Weasleys were Gryffindors and therefore good, and Graham was a Slytherin and therefore bad.
It was time to change that.
"Welcome to the family," Lord Voldemort after a long moment of silence. He was smiling, and it was possibly the most frightening thing Jason had ever seen. "Now, who would like to volunteer to be marked first?"
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