A/N: Just a Harry-is-Salazar-Slytherin drabble, with a teeny, itsy-bitsy smidge of Draco-is-Godric-Gryffindor. I had written this a while ago on my phone, but I have only just recently revised it. It is very short and not at all a satisfying length but I figured I might as well post it.
Hope you enjoy!
P.S. Criticism would be greatly appreciated.
Watching the Weasley Twin's shenanigans, Harry mentally cackled maniacally before stepping forward when it was clear that they were finished. This action brought the attention of those still hanging around towards him - the moderately large crowd of adolescent students turned to observe the new curiosity that had been presented to them. The Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs stared uncomprehendingly as he moved forwards while the Ravenclaws and Slytherins observed his actions with a bigger insight. However, while the Ravenclaws merely wondered what he thought he was trying to do (some with a bit more superiority and snobbishness than others) the majority of Slytherins watched with extreme incredulity - with the minor exception of one grinning platinum blond. Ignoring his baffled audience's reactions, the green-eyed fourth year calmly slipped over the age line with an almost unnoticeable skip in his step. And, much to the utter confusion of those observing, nothing happened. Instead, there was Harry standing confidently within the circle, his feet planted soundly on the ground. Holding up a small, folded piece of paper, the supposed Gryffindor dropped it right into the blazing blue flames of the goblet and - with a decidedly serpentine, conniving grin - twirled around to stalk off away to lurk in some dark corridor that would serve his purposes well.
Ignored in the background, one bushy haired, self-imposing fourth year stared in complete bewilderment at the complete flip in personality of her friend, slowly she lowered the hand that she had held up to delay him.
When time came for the goblet to choose the champion for Hogwarts, red hot burning flames spat out a neatly folded piece of parchment into the headmaster's hands. With slight waver in his voice, visibly widened eyes, and no little wariness, Dumbledore announced Hogwart's champion, "S-salazar Slytherin...?"
All at once, the hall erupted in cries of befuddlement and shock. Over the cacophony of voices, a small 4th year - with sharp, electric green eyes (that spoke of death and pain and betrayal ; deep, deep betrayal that cut into your heart andgougedoutyoursou-) and dark, black hair that seemed to drain colour from its surroundings - shamelessly slipped to the front of the hall and took the parchment from beneath distrustful eyes. Wandering over to the side-room, two very loud exclamations of 'Harry?!' could be heard but were ignored - much like how the witch had been completely looked over in the incident days earlier - by the teen (Adult? Child? Elder? Who was he to walk with such an imposing presence?) as he continued on his admittedly short journey to the side chamber.