Evil Still Blooms: Slytherin's Story
Chapter 1: Whispers in the Dark
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter (though I wish I did!), J.K. Rowling does.
Author's Note: If you don't like the match-ups that are happening by the end of Chapter 1, don't worry! They will change! Anyway… I would quickly like to thank Alysun, who writes very good HP fics, for inspiring me to write this fic. ^_^ And remember, as always, READ & REVIEW!
It was nearly midnight on September 1. At the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, warm fires burned in the hearths all around the school, warming up the students after their long journey on the Hogwarts Express through the raging storm. However, the fires were unable to melt away the fear in everyone's hearts, as many of the students reflected upon the events of the past summer. These memories were terrifying for some, and wondrous for others.
Harry Potter lay in his bed in the Gryffindor 5th year boys' dormitory. It was his 5th year at Hogwarts, and he was happier than ever to return. The past summer had held few laughs or smiles for him, even though he had stayed with the Weasleys for most of vacation. Harry forced himself to think once again about how every witch's and wizard's life had changed in the past few months…
At the end of the last school year, Voldemort had risen again, and everyone in the magical world had entered a fearful pandemonium. At first, most witches and wizards regarded it as a rumor. They thought that it was impossible for the Dark Lord to come back, even though reality was screaming in their faces. Eventually, after Voldemort began to slowly but surely spread his terror all over the world once more, everyone sprung into action, believing that they could fix their mistake. But it was far too late.
Almost immediately after Harry's vacation had started, he received an owl from the Weasleys, saying that they should pick him up as soon as possible for his own safety. And, of course, when Harry told the Dursleys that a criminal who was a mass murderer was looking for him, they were quick to agree to let him go.
Though strangely, at the Burrow, Harry's quality of life did not improve much. Since Arthur Weasley worked for the Ministry of Magic, Harry always knew what Voldemort was up to and what actions the Ministry was taking. Unfortunately, the news was usually extremely depressing. Almost every day, Mr. Weasley came home with a troubled look upon his face, and reported the death of hundreds of Muggles and wizards alike.
Ergo, no one at the Burrow was in a very cheerful mood. Even the new creations that George and Fred were working on didn't help much… although Harry found it quite fun at first to eat their newest concoction, Dragon Drops, which made flames come out of his mouth when he spoke. But even Dragon Drops didn't seem amusing after a while.
Harry spent most of his time up in Ron's room, staring out the window and just silently thinking about things. He felt so helpless and afraid. So many innocent people were dying… and Harry couldn't do anything about it. He could only sit and wait… for either freedom… or death…
Harry tried to clear his mind as he tried to fall asleep… when suddenly, a dark shadow crept over his bed… and out jumped-
Wait a minute. This story isn't supposed to be about Harry Potter. No, this is Slytherin's story; the tale of how a few familiar 5th year students changed wizard history and Hogwarts forever. The story's message is simple…
Beware, for in the hearts of many, evil still blooms.
~*~
While Harry was putting aside his worries and trying to get to sleep, two 5th years on the other side of the castle were still quite wide awake. Concealed by the shadows, they sat in the corner of the Slytherin common room, carrying a rapid conversation of whispers.
"What's so urgent?!" the first voice demanded.
"Getting rid of Dumbledore, that's what!" snapped the second voice. "Dumbledore's the only one who Voldemort's afraid of. If we get rid of Dumbledore, Voldemort will be twice as powerful and he'll have no one standing in his way. We'd be famous… like Potter," the voice snickered.
"Yeah, except we'd have power over him this time!" chortled the first voice. After a moment of silence, it continued, "But why are you telling me this? Why don't you tell Crabbe and Goyle? They'd love to help you, and their fathers are Death Eaters, too."
The second voice laughed quietly. "Crabbe and Goyle?! They're too stupid to follow simple directions, never min d complicated ones! They can barely prepare a potion without my help! They'd mess up everything." There was a pause. "No," the voice said softly, "…I want you."
There was a rustling of robes, and even in the darkness, two figures could be seen kissing passionately among the shadows.
Finally, one of them broke off the kiss, and the first voice asked, "So what do we do?"
"We must get Snape on our side," hissed the second voice. "Once we've accomplished that, we'll decide on our next move. But Snape, Snape is crucial for Voldemort to take over Hogwarts."
"But what's my job?"
"Convince Snape to come back to the Dark side. In any way possible. Believe me," the second voice chuckled, "I'm quite sure that he'll listen to you…"
"What are you talking about?" questioned the first voice, obviously puzzled.
"Let's just say… I believe Snape may be… somewhat attracted to you, that's all," sighed the second voice.
"Oh!" shrieked the first voice through a fit of giggles.
"Shh!! We'll talk about this more tomorrow. If someone sees or hears us now, they might get suspicious. And remember, tell no one."
"Okay," the first voice replied, and there was a creaking noise as they both arose from their chairs.
Moments later, into the light stepped Draco Malfoy and Pansy Parkinson.
~*~
Pansy tiptoed up the spiral staircase and into the 5th year girls' dormitory. She knew that if she woke up any of them, they would instantly be curious and bother her until they found out what she was up to.
She crawled into her bed, sighed, and looked up at the ceiling.
Draco… even though Pansy didn't show it, she had felt ecstatic that Draco had chosen her to help him carry out his plan… she supposed he was growing away from Crabbe and Goyle. They *were* dumb; much too stupid for intelligent people like Draco, anyway… now, by being Draco's sole partner in the fight against Dumbledore, she really had a chance… Draco would be all hers…
However, Pansy wished that Snape were not involved in all this. Yes, he was necessary for them to kick out Dumbledore, but… Pansy sighed again. Unknown to Draco, she had recently begun to feel attracted to Snape… he was so mysterious… the way he spoke, how he always dressed in black, his withdrawal from social gatherings…
What if what Draco said was true? Did Snape return her feelings? Pansy's twisted smile glowed in the dark. Her situation could be quite an advantage… but it would upset Draco… if he found out…
Pansy frowned and hid her face in the pillow, frustrated. She didn't know whom she liked better… at least she knew for a fact that Draco loved her… that kiss… Pansy shivered just thinking about it… she had rarely experienced love, as her parents ignored her most of the time. But she loved this special attention Draco was giving her; it made her feel so wonderful inside…
"I love you," Pansy whispered to the darkness, and she closed her eyes.
~*~
The next morning, Draco peeked into the Great Hall, where all the students were eating breakfast. Was Pansy there yet? Yes, there she was… so pretty, so perfect, so-
Draco heard someone yelling behind him. "Crookshanks scared me half to death last night!"
Draco spun around. Harry, Ron, and Hermione were walking down the stairs to the entrance hall. Draco smirked and called out, "Hey Potter, did the little kitty scare you?"
Harry ignored his remark and cried, "You're looking secretive, Malfoy… spying for Voldemort, perhaps?"
"Why would I tell a Mudblood lover like you, Potter?" and Draco quickly entered the Great Hall before Harry, Ron, or Hermione could protest.
Draco slipped into the empty seat between Pansy and Goyle.
"You look tired," Draco whispered to Pansy.
"Didn't sleep well," Pansy muttered. She hoped that Draco wouldn't ask any more questions, because she didn't want to tell him about what she had been thinking about…
"Listen, this is the plan right now," Draco said in a low voice as he stirred the hot porridge in his bowl, "We'll wait until Friday, when we have Snape's class. After dinner, you'll go to Snape's office instead of the Slytherin House. Start out by asking him a question or two about Friday's lesson. Then, bring up the subject of Voldemort and find out his opinion about his rise to power. Once you do, slowly try to convince him to return to the Dark side. As I said before, do anything you can. Bribe or threaten him if you have to. I'll meet you in the Slytherin common room at midnight, and there you can tell me what happened."
Pansy nodded as she went over the plan in her head. She had to take a chance with Snape… it was the only one she'd get.
Author's Note: REVIEW!
Chapter 1: Whispers in the Dark
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter (though I wish I did!), J.K. Rowling does.
Author's Note: If you don't like the match-ups that are happening by the end of Chapter 1, don't worry! They will change! Anyway… I would quickly like to thank Alysun, who writes very good HP fics, for inspiring me to write this fic. ^_^ And remember, as always, READ & REVIEW!
It was nearly midnight on September 1. At the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, warm fires burned in the hearths all around the school, warming up the students after their long journey on the Hogwarts Express through the raging storm. However, the fires were unable to melt away the fear in everyone's hearts, as many of the students reflected upon the events of the past summer. These memories were terrifying for some, and wondrous for others.
Harry Potter lay in his bed in the Gryffindor 5th year boys' dormitory. It was his 5th year at Hogwarts, and he was happier than ever to return. The past summer had held few laughs or smiles for him, even though he had stayed with the Weasleys for most of vacation. Harry forced himself to think once again about how every witch's and wizard's life had changed in the past few months…
At the end of the last school year, Voldemort had risen again, and everyone in the magical world had entered a fearful pandemonium. At first, most witches and wizards regarded it as a rumor. They thought that it was impossible for the Dark Lord to come back, even though reality was screaming in their faces. Eventually, after Voldemort began to slowly but surely spread his terror all over the world once more, everyone sprung into action, believing that they could fix their mistake. But it was far too late.
Almost immediately after Harry's vacation had started, he received an owl from the Weasleys, saying that they should pick him up as soon as possible for his own safety. And, of course, when Harry told the Dursleys that a criminal who was a mass murderer was looking for him, they were quick to agree to let him go.
Though strangely, at the Burrow, Harry's quality of life did not improve much. Since Arthur Weasley worked for the Ministry of Magic, Harry always knew what Voldemort was up to and what actions the Ministry was taking. Unfortunately, the news was usually extremely depressing. Almost every day, Mr. Weasley came home with a troubled look upon his face, and reported the death of hundreds of Muggles and wizards alike.
Ergo, no one at the Burrow was in a very cheerful mood. Even the new creations that George and Fred were working on didn't help much… although Harry found it quite fun at first to eat their newest concoction, Dragon Drops, which made flames come out of his mouth when he spoke. But even Dragon Drops didn't seem amusing after a while.
Harry spent most of his time up in Ron's room, staring out the window and just silently thinking about things. He felt so helpless and afraid. So many innocent people were dying… and Harry couldn't do anything about it. He could only sit and wait… for either freedom… or death…
Harry tried to clear his mind as he tried to fall asleep… when suddenly, a dark shadow crept over his bed… and out jumped-
Wait a minute. This story isn't supposed to be about Harry Potter. No, this is Slytherin's story; the tale of how a few familiar 5th year students changed wizard history and Hogwarts forever. The story's message is simple…
Beware, for in the hearts of many, evil still blooms.
~*~
While Harry was putting aside his worries and trying to get to sleep, two 5th years on the other side of the castle were still quite wide awake. Concealed by the shadows, they sat in the corner of the Slytherin common room, carrying a rapid conversation of whispers.
"What's so urgent?!" the first voice demanded.
"Getting rid of Dumbledore, that's what!" snapped the second voice. "Dumbledore's the only one who Voldemort's afraid of. If we get rid of Dumbledore, Voldemort will be twice as powerful and he'll have no one standing in his way. We'd be famous… like Potter," the voice snickered.
"Yeah, except we'd have power over him this time!" chortled the first voice. After a moment of silence, it continued, "But why are you telling me this? Why don't you tell Crabbe and Goyle? They'd love to help you, and their fathers are Death Eaters, too."
The second voice laughed quietly. "Crabbe and Goyle?! They're too stupid to follow simple directions, never min d complicated ones! They can barely prepare a potion without my help! They'd mess up everything." There was a pause. "No," the voice said softly, "…I want you."
There was a rustling of robes, and even in the darkness, two figures could be seen kissing passionately among the shadows.
Finally, one of them broke off the kiss, and the first voice asked, "So what do we do?"
"We must get Snape on our side," hissed the second voice. "Once we've accomplished that, we'll decide on our next move. But Snape, Snape is crucial for Voldemort to take over Hogwarts."
"But what's my job?"
"Convince Snape to come back to the Dark side. In any way possible. Believe me," the second voice chuckled, "I'm quite sure that he'll listen to you…"
"What are you talking about?" questioned the first voice, obviously puzzled.
"Let's just say… I believe Snape may be… somewhat attracted to you, that's all," sighed the second voice.
"Oh!" shrieked the first voice through a fit of giggles.
"Shh!! We'll talk about this more tomorrow. If someone sees or hears us now, they might get suspicious. And remember, tell no one."
"Okay," the first voice replied, and there was a creaking noise as they both arose from their chairs.
Moments later, into the light stepped Draco Malfoy and Pansy Parkinson.
~*~
Pansy tiptoed up the spiral staircase and into the 5th year girls' dormitory. She knew that if she woke up any of them, they would instantly be curious and bother her until they found out what she was up to.
She crawled into her bed, sighed, and looked up at the ceiling.
Draco… even though Pansy didn't show it, she had felt ecstatic that Draco had chosen her to help him carry out his plan… she supposed he was growing away from Crabbe and Goyle. They *were* dumb; much too stupid for intelligent people like Draco, anyway… now, by being Draco's sole partner in the fight against Dumbledore, she really had a chance… Draco would be all hers…
However, Pansy wished that Snape were not involved in all this. Yes, he was necessary for them to kick out Dumbledore, but… Pansy sighed again. Unknown to Draco, she had recently begun to feel attracted to Snape… he was so mysterious… the way he spoke, how he always dressed in black, his withdrawal from social gatherings…
What if what Draco said was true? Did Snape return her feelings? Pansy's twisted smile glowed in the dark. Her situation could be quite an advantage… but it would upset Draco… if he found out…
Pansy frowned and hid her face in the pillow, frustrated. She didn't know whom she liked better… at least she knew for a fact that Draco loved her… that kiss… Pansy shivered just thinking about it… she had rarely experienced love, as her parents ignored her most of the time. But she loved this special attention Draco was giving her; it made her feel so wonderful inside…
"I love you," Pansy whispered to the darkness, and she closed her eyes.
~*~
The next morning, Draco peeked into the Great Hall, where all the students were eating breakfast. Was Pansy there yet? Yes, there she was… so pretty, so perfect, so-
Draco heard someone yelling behind him. "Crookshanks scared me half to death last night!"
Draco spun around. Harry, Ron, and Hermione were walking down the stairs to the entrance hall. Draco smirked and called out, "Hey Potter, did the little kitty scare you?"
Harry ignored his remark and cried, "You're looking secretive, Malfoy… spying for Voldemort, perhaps?"
"Why would I tell a Mudblood lover like you, Potter?" and Draco quickly entered the Great Hall before Harry, Ron, or Hermione could protest.
Draco slipped into the empty seat between Pansy and Goyle.
"You look tired," Draco whispered to Pansy.
"Didn't sleep well," Pansy muttered. She hoped that Draco wouldn't ask any more questions, because she didn't want to tell him about what she had been thinking about…
"Listen, this is the plan right now," Draco said in a low voice as he stirred the hot porridge in his bowl, "We'll wait until Friday, when we have Snape's class. After dinner, you'll go to Snape's office instead of the Slytherin House. Start out by asking him a question or two about Friday's lesson. Then, bring up the subject of Voldemort and find out his opinion about his rise to power. Once you do, slowly try to convince him to return to the Dark side. As I said before, do anything you can. Bribe or threaten him if you have to. I'll meet you in the Slytherin common room at midnight, and there you can tell me what happened."
Pansy nodded as she went over the plan in her head. She had to take a chance with Snape… it was the only one she'd get.
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