Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter, Slytherin House would get some effing respect once in a while.
On the Eve of Battle
They stand around me, pale and shaking: the noble representatives of the Silver and Green. Pureblooded and proud, we have stood against the hatred of an entire school with a cold smile and a legacy of cunning as our only defense. We have heard and believed the promises our parents gave us: that our blood would soon matter again. That the Dark Lord will give us back our rightful station, will make us powerful again. That obedience will be rewarded.
We have watched those truths turn to ashes. The wizards that we idolized are madmen, cruel and avaricious. The whims of our parents' master are sudden and deadly. We watch proud witches and wizards cower and fawn like beaten dogs, and we wonder if this is the station that they promised to us.
We have our orders: hand over the Chosen One or die. Make his reign complete and be rewarded. Lick the hand of the master and be permitted to eat the scraps from his plate.
"What are you waiting for?" one of my comrades screams, and a hot sliver of anger slices through my gut- the same anger that cuts me every time the Dark Lord's dogs torture children. The same anger that penetrates me when those madmen claim to be my equals. MY equals! What purpose is there in hurting the defenseless? What glory in destroying lives? I was promised the adulation of the masses, and look! They take one look at the colors I wear and spit on my name.
Who is responsible for this? Who has brought so many of us low, ruined so many great houses and sent so many more into untimely death?
HE has. The snake who claims to be a Lord has ruined us all. And he expects us to obey him?
NO. I will not bear this dishonor! My name is centuries old, my blood pure, my will iron. I will NOT be lumped in with the cowards.
Bring on the collars and leashes! Walk the cowards to the dungeons, but keep your hands off me. Parkinson may not mind being a dog.
But I do.
No, her motives are not noble. No, she hasn't managed to shake the ideas of blood superiority that her family taught her. But she's going to fight, because not all Slytherins are sellouts like Pansy Parkinson or cowards like poor Draco. Her parents' generation has betrayed her, and a Slytherin who has been betrayed will stop at nothing to get revenge. This Slytherin would not walk quietly behind Filch to the dungeons, and she is going to say so, loudly and self-righteously. So suck my Slytherin serpent, Warner Brothers.