Black Listed- written for ix3youlots 's Colorful Phrases challenge on HPFC.
Everywhere they went, there were always whispers and hisses, and dirty glances in their direction.
When he was younger, Gregory Goyle had thought that that was just because they were the elite purebloods, whom everyone else envied. But as he grew older, walking the hallways in school merited trip jinxes and dungbombs being chucked at the back of his head. That wasn't the respect that he'd been told the rest of the wizarding world should give to the purebloods.
'Why are people so against purebloods?' Goyle wondered continuously, 'We havn't done anything. If anything, it's the mudbloods that are tainting the magical community.'
It wasn't until he really listened to some of the heated whispers in the corridors as he was passing by that he realized- it wasn't only because they were pureblooded.
He'd overheard two fifth year Ravenclaws hissing, "Look at that fat oaf of a Slytherin. I'll bet he's twice as smarmy and disgusting as the rest of that house."
And when he'd accidentally bumped into a small Hufflepuff, their friend had pulled them away, muttering, "Watch out for that slimy deatheater in training! Ten galleons says he probably would have tried to Avada you in the next five seconds."
So it wasn't because they had pure, respectable bloodlines. Even St. Potter had a redhead pureblood sidekick. True, he was also a blood traitor, but he still came from a pure enough line.
No, the hatred towards him and his friends was simply because of the bloody house they were in. And didn't it just figure that the houses known for being smart and brave and friendly would turn up their noses at the other house just because it was known for producing Dark wizards.
Maybe that was why many Slytherin wizards went bad- because they'd always been treated like scum by the so-called 'good guys.'
So when Goyle had the chance to take the Dark Mark and seek his own revenge on the people who had black-listed him for no reason since he'd been sorted, he'd bared his left arm before even Lord Voldemort himself could blink.
At least now they had a reason to hate him. He had a mission to destroy all of them, and oh how he would enjoy it.