Title: The Slytherin's Creed

Time: 5th Year, Hogwarts. Not epilogue compatible.

Characters: A mix of our OCs and Rowling's original characters.

Pairings: Main pairing is Draco/Harry.

Warnings: Swearing and other crude language, just because it's fun. As for sexytimes and such… nothing too hectic, but if there is something, I'll let you know.

Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter, my name would be J.K Rowling. And sadly, it's not.

Author's Note: Hello there, Hobbits and House Elves! First time FanFic writer here, but don't let that chase you away. We've all got to start somewhere.

The idea for the "Slytherin's Creed" belongs to my lovely and brilliant friend Julia. Any characters that you don't recognise belong to her, and the plot is hers too. So… basically, nothing in this story belongs to me. I'm just the lowly author.

Julia, thank you for putting up with me. I would have gone mental ages ago.

Everything else belongs to J.K Rowling. I'm just having a bit of fun with her characters.

I won't beg for reviews, but… they would be nice. I appreciate criticism, it will only make me a better writer in the end. Also, keep in mind that I don't actually have a BETA. Any mistakes are my fault entirely, and if you spot any, feel free to point them out.

Enjoy!

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A note from my co-writer:

To my readers,

Thank you for your patience and interest in our fic!

My OC's are very dear to me as I have been living with them for 10 years. I say "living" because my imagination has a mind of its own, especially late at night when I am getting ready for bed, or when I am home alone. If I were ever to be seen by the public eye while visiting with my dear friends, people would think I was crazy. Someone would probably make a phone call that would earn me a one way ticket the Muggle equivalent of St. Mungos. I wouldn't blame them. Talking to thin air, mumbling to myself in different voices and waving a wand around doesn't exactly qualify as "sane". Especially at 23 years old!

It has, however, given my OC's life. Their memories are etched into my brain as if they were my own. Like Rose's blue porcelain doll or Zara's pendant. These items (which I actually own) are as dear to me as they are to them. Because of my OCs, I am never alone. Like the time I was waiting in line at a retail store and the women in front of me was making a fuss over nothing at all. It was hot and I was hungry. I just wanted to purchase my T-shirt and dress and go! I looked over at what appeared to be an empty corner and mouthed the words, "She needs to hurry up". Blaze laughed at me while Zara looked on with sheer pity. They are with me everywhere I go – always.

To those of you who see the similarities between our fic and The Golden Snitch by Michael Serpent – it was intended. The Golden Snitch is where it really started for me, where I first formed the idea that Slytherin could be my home. It was where I discovered how beautiful Harry and Draco are and how intriguing an alliance between Slytherin and Gryffindor could be. I have included "Evan Etre" in my fic to honour Michael, his beautifully unfinished work, and his untimely death.

While I cannot conclude this letter without thanking the great JK Rowling herself, of course, this letter and Slytherin's Creed would have never been written at all had it not been for The Golden Snitch.

Thank you Michael. You will always be remembered.

- Julia

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Slytherin's Creed

Prologue – Welcome To The Slytherin's Creed

Congratulations.

You have been Chosen.

This means that you have been accepted into a highly elite group of witches and wizards within Hogwarts. From this moment on, you need not associate with those of a tainted, filthy bloodline. You need only speak to those of an honourable ancestry, those whose blood runs pure and clean in their veins – your new brothers and sisters. Walk the halls with your head held high. Remember who you are. Consider yourself part of something bigger, something secret. Consider yourself a part of something revolutionary.

You are of a higher calibre. You are unique. You are special. You are superior. You always have been.

Now, you will be recognised as such.

Welcome.

We are The Slytherin's Creed.

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