FULL SUMMARY:
After the war, Slytherins are looked at as criminals as a whole. When an unsuspecting muggleborn orphan gets sorted, she deals with the discrimination just like everyone else, being called a pureblood like it was a dirty war. Entering fifth year, though, everyones in for the shock of there lives when Slytherins are forced to have their every move watched by apparently more trustworthy gryffindors. AlbusXOC. ScorpiusXRose
Salazar Slytherin was not as everyone thought. He did not think that purebloods were better than half-bloods or muggle borns. One could even go as far to say as that he didn't mind muggles.
However, he did like power, and he believed the more concentrated, wizard blood you had, the more powerful you were. No one has thought to test the theory, especially after Hermione J Granger passed through Hogwarts.
When Salazar chose his students, however, he chose the ones he thought were the most sly, most cunning; the ones that always had a plan to get the tables flipped for the best on their side and make their enemies fall. They never had the idiotic urge to jump in front of a train to save a complete stranger, or the need to know everything in the world, or be everyones best friend.
However, as the years passed and the founders of Hogwarts died one by one, the Slytherin ideals became morphed by the public eye. The only ones left who knew the true wishes of the house founder were the Slytherin students themselves and a wise old hat.
After the war known as the European Wizarding War, Slytherins were looked at as second-hand citizens. They were treated unfairly and most fled the wizarding world, looking for sanctuary with the very people they tried to destroy, the muggles.
Now, the wizards fighting for the light had plenty of reasons to judge the Slytherins, for almost all had turned dark during the war, but should it have carried on to the new generation?
You decide.
Aladdin's POV
**July 1st**
I rushed down the city street with my backpack slapping against my back in time to the beat of my feet. My breath came in easy pants as I ran, my body used to the high level of physical activity.
The bullies behind me were blundering idiots, running into every person I successfully, and skillfully, dodged. As I neared the street corner, I made a mental map of London and quickly decided to take the long way to the orphanage with a lot of zig-zags. Already so far ahead of them, I had to lose them eventually.
As I dashed across the street, causing cars to screech to stops and profanities to be yelled, I noticed that the bullies were being yelled at by an old lady whose bags they'd knocked down.
I let out a sigh of relief, but didn't stop pumping my legs until I reached the uninviting, cold grey stone and steel doors of the orphanage. Despite its unappealing image, I was glad to see it.
Though every second I'm in there, I feel claustrophobic, it is much better than being a human punching bag to sub-human beings that could be outsmarted by a sloth.
I rushed up the cold, concrete slabs that passed as steps and down the hallway of doors until I reached door seventeen.
For years, Room Seventeen had been my very own bedroom. It was only because all of the other girls would rather sleep in a twin bed with seven other kids than share a room with me. For my entire orphanage career, I had been the strange kid that seemed to be a magnet for odd things to occur around.
As I opened the door to my bedroom, I dropped my bag to the floor and dragged my feet to the small, iron cot where a pathetically worn out, stuffed rabbit named Mopsy laid. Curling up around the stuffed toy, I rested my head on the barely there pillow and was knocked out. Summer was finally here, but all I could do was sleep.
**August 17th**
School was coming up fast, and I sighed in dismay as I shifted through the uniforms. Most of the kids that were older than me in the orphanage were boys, and the one girl was a tall, fit girl. I was the skinniest, string bean of a person who, due to my age, only barely reached a meter and a half.
Giving up, I stood up and left the younger kids to rummage through the uniforms that laid in a pathetic heap on the parlor floor.
Deciding that there was nothing better to do, I climbed to the roof and sat there for a while. I don't know how long I just sat there doing nothing, but out of the blue, I heard Miss Hannah, the main caretaker of the orphanage, calling me.
"Yes, Miss Hannah?" I asked, my voice soft and airy as I hovered in the doorway of her office.
She waved me in and told me to close the door.
Miss Hannah's office looked like the office of a principle in a way.
There was a large oak desk, with a computer monitor in the corner of it. The keyboard rested near it, and right beside it was a tea cup. Papers were scattered all over the desk and a pencil holder made out of a soup can was almost overflowing.
The walls were bare, except for two windows at the back of the room, behind the desk. Two dark green, leather chairs were sat just in front of the desk where visitors or orphans in trouble usually sat.
A man was currently sitting in one of the chairs. He wore a dark colored robe of red with intricate gold designs, and had a head of short brown hair.
"Ah, Miss Aladdin, please, take a seat." Miss Hannah said, smiling at me fondly.
Miss Hannah hated me, hated children, and I think hated life, so that smile really scared me to wits end.
Suspiciously, I perched precariously on the edge of my seat, my dark, onyx colored eyes surveying the room and creating an escape plan before I could form a coherent thought.
"Am I in trouble?" I asked worriedly after a few moments.
"No. You see, Mr Longbottom here has just told me you were accepted to an amazing boarding school a little into the countryside."
My eyebrows shot up.
"I never applied." I said immediately.
Of course, Miss Hannah didn't seem to care. She told me it was a great opportunity; it was a great school with amazing academics, but I knew for certain Miss Hannah was just trying to get rid of me.
"Where will I live during the breaks?" I asked quietly after Miss Hannah finished talking.
"Well, during the summer you'll come back here, but I'm afraid since its so far away, the other holidays will have to be spent at school." Miss Hannah said with fake sorrow. "I can't let you throw away this opportunity though-"
"Ma'am, may I please speak to Miss Aladdin alone?" Mr Longbottom finally broke in.
Miss Hannah nodded, and quickly left.
When we were finally alone, Mr Longbottom-hm, what a rather unfortunate name-pulled a letter out of seemingly thin air.
The envelope was a creamy color and sealed with a red, wax seal that had an intriguing insignia. The seal was separated into four different parts. Each part had an animal: an eagle, a badger, a snake and a lion.
In loopy, emerald green writing, the letter was addressed to Aladdin Parker Seventeenth bedroom on the First Floor, London Orphanage.
I furrowed my eyebrows, and looked at him, more confused than when I had walked in the room.
"Read it." He encouraged with a small smile.
With only slight hesitation, I opened the envelope and pulled out a letter written on the thick parchment Miss Hannah used for adoption papers. Not that anyone had ever gotten close to signing mine, those were in a filing cabinet and hadn't been touched in years.
My jaw almost dropped. Hogwarts?! A school of Witchcraft and Wizardry! And I'd been accepted?!
"Are you-are you kidding?" I choked out, holding the letter with two hands and white knuckles.
Mr Longbottom chuckled slightly, and shook his head. "I know it must be a little shocking-"
"Just a little." I muttered, glancing up from the letter. "I think you have the wrong person."
"Look, I could give you a very long, and most likely boring speech on how I'm not, or you could just hear this: have you ever made anything happen anything you couldn't explain?" Mr Longbottom asked.
I'm sure my face visibly paled as I thought of all those times. The roommates that quickly left because they had seen things in the night: shadows shaped like scary men, the maniacal cackle of a crazy man. Could that have happened simply because I never liked them much?
"Odd things tend to happen around me." I consented in a small mumble as I reread the letter for a third time.
"Well, we are going to need to move quickly. School starts soon and there is only so much time to prepare you for it." Mr Longbottom said, standing up.
I followed him out and saw Miss Hannah standing at the door, wringing her hands.
"I will need to bring Miss Parker to get some school supplies. We shall be back in a couple hours." Mr Longbottom explained.
Miss Hannah's smile slightly fell. If I wasn't going to the school all the older students had passed through, that meant I was going to need an entirely different uniform, and whatever else this new school was going to need.
"Oh-so, I suppose you'll need money." Miss Hannah realized, stuttering slightly. "I apologize, but we-"
"Our school has a fund set aside for students like Miss Parker." Mr Longbottom said curtly, and quickly, we left.
Mr Longbottom took large strides that caused me to have to slightly trot to keep up.
It took me seconds to realize that we were getting closer to the nice part of the city, and I started to tug at my clothes in a vain attempt to get them to look less shabby. When you live in an orphanage, you truly take what you can get and don't complain-much.
People cast strange looks at Mr Longbottom and I, but that could have very well been because Mr Longbottom was wearing robes as opposed to normal clothing.
We entered a pub called the Leaky Cauldron that no one else seemed to be able to even see.
"Mr Longbottom?" I asked as we walked in. "Are we the only ones who can see the pub?"
"No, its just been charmed so that muggles can't see it." He explained, then saw my confused look. "Muggles are people who are not magical."
I nodded and looked around.
All around us, people sat and chatted, doing all different things. I had been in a pub before, but never one so...intriguing.
Mr Longbottom walked straight through the whole pub and into a back alley the had been bricked up.
Taking out his wand, he tapped a stone that caused a sort of chain reaction causing a bunch of other bricks to switch places and create a sort of arch way.
"Now that," I said as we stepped through it. "was the coolest thing I have ever seen."
I spoke too soon though, for we had just entered a street full to the brim with people in wizarding robes. The stores that surrounded us were the oddest ones I had ever had the pleasure of seeing.
One place sold owls, toads, cats and plenty of other pet animals. Another sold broom sticks and there was even a whole store dedicated to the selling of cauldrons.
We got all of my stuff and I was thoroughly surprised by how much 'stuff' I needed. When I got back to the orphanage, Mr Longbottom said that he would pick me up on September first at ten AM so that I could get to the platform with time to spare.
The night of August Thirty-first, I laid in my bed while sleep cleverly evaded me. My heart beat was wild and erotic, due to the excitement and adrenaline pumping through my veins. However, I could not get out of my mind what Mr Ollivander had said to me.
Mr Longbottom said that I should get my wand on my own, without any interference. I was confused as to why, but I walked in anyway.
In a way, the wand store reminded me greatly of a dusty, old bookstore you go into feeling fine and come out thinking you must have caught the flu with how many times you'd sneezed.
Wands were balanced precariously everywhere, and it was the most chaotic thing I had ever seen.
Out of nowhere, a curious old man with white tufts of hair and a knitted sweater appeared.
"Ah, hello, dear." His blue eyes were like mouths of their own that reflected the smile on his face.
"Hi." I mumbled, looking about the room in a hypnotic state.
It took him three tries to get my attention.
"Sorry, can you repeat that?" I asked.
"Which wand is your wand arm?" Mr Ollivander asked.
"My left?" It came out as a question. I was left handed and did everything with my left hand, but what if your wand arm was your weaker arm?!
"Sorry, which arm do you write with?"
"My left."
That came out much stronger.
Mr Ollivander seemed pleased and suddenly a tape measurer was zooming all over me, it even measured the distance from my shoulder to my ear lobe.
After that, the old man went to the shelves and pulled out a couple of wands for me to try.
It turns out, that choosing a wand is not that easy-it actually chooses you.
Mr Ollivander had gone back to get another couple of wands, when he stopped dead in his tracks, glancing at me and a box on the shelf.
He turned to the box and taking it down the shelf, hurried towards me.
Taking the wand out of its velvet cocoon carefully, he handed me my wand.
"Birch wood, twenty centimeters with a core of unicorn hair. Rather flexible but retains it shape when flicked." Mr Ollivander murmured as he handed me the wand.
Once the wand was in my hand, a burst of warmth spread through me like my blood had turned to hot cocoa.
"Curious. Oh-so curious." Mr Ollivander murmured as he examined the wand and I.
"Whats so curious?" I asked, appalled.
"This was the one and only birch wood wand I have ever made. Mostly because it is so hard to find a magical core to pair it with. Birch wood also has a nasty habit of choosing those with a bit of a temper and a grim sense of humor. When I paired it with the unicorn hair, I was astounded. Unicorn hair usually goes to wands like willow or maple; ones with liking to witches and wizards with more calm personas. Together-ah, I do not know what will come of it...only that we can expect great things from you; good or bad, they will be great." With that, I quickly slammed the galleons on the table, grabbed my wand and left.
When I got out, I saw Mr Longbottom holding a small black owl about the size of my fist. He explained that it was always good to have a friend when first arriving at Hogwarts and that owls were bloody useful.
The old man's cryptic message chased me for the rest of the summer. He could tell who I was by my wand.
I shuddered in my bed and looked at Jo, the little male owl that was flying around my room soundlessly.
He was a graceful creature that barely made any sound. During the days that I would pour over my new school books, intrigued by the new classes, he would perch on my shoulder and nuzzle his head against my neck while I absentmindedly petted him.
As Jo flew around my room, as restless as I was, I slowly fell asleep.
The next morning, I was rudely awoken by Miss Hannah pounding on my bedroom door.
I rushed all over the orphanage that morning. Like usual, Annie had my hat while Jordyn had my shoes. Theo was trying to figure out how to read my transfiguration book and Jake was trying to use my wand to carve his initials into the dining room table. Idiots.
By the time I had gotten everything, it was ten on the dot and Mr Longbottom was waiting for me.
"Ready." I smiled as I pushed my trunk down the stairs and it landed at Mr Longbottom's feet while I carried Jo's cage.
"Great." Mr Longbottom smirked, and grabbed my trunk.
I was glad to realize that Mr Longbottom had brought a car, and he put my trunk in the boot of it.
"I wasn't aware wizards used...muggle technology." I said, testing the name out on my lips as I buckled into the front passenger seat.
"We don't, I just thought this would make you more comfortable than apparating." Mr Longbottom explained as we started moving.
"Oh." Then something came to my head. "Apparating? Like apparition? That means ghost! You turn into ghosts?!"
"No." Mr Longbottom sighed with a small chuckle and a small glance at my confused and slightly freaked out expression. "We're just able to move from place to place with magic. But you have to be seventeen before you can do that-kind of like driving."
"You have to be eighteen to drive." I automatically corrected. "Er...I mean-sorry."
Mr Longbottom said nothing, but kept glancing at me now and then.
The rest of the ride was silent, and nausea built up in me as we neared the train station.
I didn't let my fear show as we made our way to the platform. We stopped at platforms nine and ten, I looked at Mr Longbottom confused.
"Run straight in the middle of the column." He said.
"What?!" I shrieked, my jaw dropped.
"Trust me."
"Why should I?"
Mr Longbottom looked taken aback by my suspicious question.
"Good point," Mr Longbottom said slowly. "I'll go first, and you follow."
With that, he walked straight towards the column and went through it.
I gripped the handle of the trolley and walked at the column. As I started through the barrier, I braced myself for an impact that never came. Instead, when I opened my eyes I was on another platform.
A scarlet red train engine puffed thick smoke into the air and morphed my sight. The disembodied voices sounded ten times louder, and caused me to become disoriented very quickly.
After a few moments, I found Mr Longbottom and he helped me get my stuff on the train.
"OK, well, I have to go. I'll meet you at Hogwarts, Miss Parker." Mr Longbottom said.
"Wait-you're a professor?" I asked.
"Yes." He seemed amused by this.
"Alright then...see you there."
With a crack, Mr Longbottom was gone and I had ten minutes until the train took off.
Quietly, I made my way down the train dragging my rather heavy trunk behind me until I found an almost empty compartment at the back of the train. The only two people sitting there were a redheaded, bushy haired girl with pale skin and freckles and a black haired boy with pale skin and wire-rimmed glasses. Excited since the train had already started moving, I quickly entered.
"Excuse me, may I sit here? All the other compartments are full." I said.
"Sure."
"I don't mind."
I carefully lifted Jo's cage onto the rack and threw my trunk up after him.
Quietly, I sat down next to the girl.
"I'm Rose. Rose Weasley." She smiled, grabbing my hand and shaking it. "Thats my cousin Albus Potter."
"Aladdin Parker." I chuckled.
"Aladdin? Like the Arabian thief?" Rose asked for clarification.
"Uh...sure?" I had never heard anyone put it that way. Plenty of people had asked if it was like the movie, but Arabian thief? How the bloody hell was I supposed to know that?!
"Interesting." Rose smiled.
"Rose, I think you're the only one here who knows what you're talking about." Another boy smirked, leaning on the compartment door. Like Albus, he had unruly black hair, but his hazel eyes were free of glasses.
Kicking off the wall, he stopped in front of me and held out his hand which I took hesitantly.
"James Potter. Gryffindor." James said haughtily.
"Aladdin Parker." I introduced.
"So...what are the firsties talking about?" James asked, plopping next to Albus, who I assumed was his brother.
"Nothing. Rose was just analyzing Aladdin's name." Albus explained, with a slight eye roll.
"I was asking clarification of her interesting name." Rose defended.
"Most people just ask if its like the movie." I muttered causing all eyes to swivel to look at me. Rose's held a sort of glare, while Albus and James looked amused. "I'm just sayin'."
As Rose opened her mouth, James beat her to the punch. "So, what house do you think you'll be in?"
"I hope I'm in Gryffindor. It's by far the best." Rose boasted happily.
"Nah, you'll be in Ravenclaw for sure." James teased causing Rose to smack him upside the head.
"Definitely not Hufflepuff though." Albus inserted causing Rose to glare at him since he was too far away to hurt physically.
I chuckled at the cousins antics and looked out the window as farms and green, rolling hills passed. Due to my lack of sleep the night before, I fell asleep as I looked out the window and was shaken awake by Rose a little later.
"Come on, we'll be arriving soon. The boys have left to change, so we should probably capitalize on their absence and change into our robes as well." She said maturely. What eleven year old talks like that?!
We quickly changed and soon after the boys knocked on the door to make sure we were decent before entering.
When the train pulled to a stop, we were told to leave our belongings and get off the train.
Once we were off the train, there was a large, rather hairy man calling for first years. He directed us to boats saying four to a boat.
As we all clambered on the boats, I found myself with Albus, Rose and a white-blonde boy with sharp, pointed features.
We finally docked next to a beautiful castle that literally just stepped out of Cinderella or Sleeping Beauty. And I thought I was going to a boarding school.
The large man lead us to Mr-Professor Longbottom.
"The firs' yers, sir." The man introduced.
"Thank you, Hagrid." Professor Longbottom smiled kindly.
Hagrid rushed off, and Professor Longbottom looked out on all of us.
"Welcome, to your first year at Hogwarts. For most, you are just one in generations that have past through these halls. For some, you're the first in your families. The sorting ceremony is next. The four houses are: Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Slytherin and Hufflepuff. Each has produced great Witches and Wizards and had its own reputable history. I hope that you make your house proud."
With that, we were lead into the great hall. On a small stool in front of all four tables was a raggedy, black pointed hat.
It looked as old as time itself, and had definitely seen better days. Just as I was worrying that I had been sent off to a sanitarium and my insane mind was making a boring old hospital look like a castle, the hat started to sing.
Oh you may not think me pretty,
But don't judge on what you see,
I'll eat myself if you can find
A smarter hat than me.
You can keep your bowlers black,
Your top hats sleek and tall,
For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat
And I can cap them all.
There's nothing hidden in your head
The Sorting Hat can't see,
So try me on and I will tell you
Where you ought to be.
You might belong in Gryffindor,
Where dwell the brave at heart,
Their daring, nerve, and chivalry
Set Gryffindors apart;
You might belong in Hufflepuff,
Where they are just and loyal,
Those patient Hufflepuffs are true
And unafraid of toil;
Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,
if you've a ready mind,
Where those of wit and learning,
Will always find their kind;
Or perhaps in Slytherin
You'll make your real friends,
Those cunning folks use any means
To achieve their ends.
So put me on! Don't be afraid!
And don't get in a flap!
You're in safe hands (though I have none)
For I'm a Thinking Cap!
The hat had an aging, raspy voice that spoke of memories from years long past and mesmerized anyone who listened.
Once the hat had finished its song, everyone wildly clapped whilst the hat did small bows.
Professor Longbottom reappeared and with a smile on his face, called the first name.
"Addams, Jennette."
A small, petite girl with chestnut color hair held back by a thick black headband skipped up to Professor Longbottom and the hat was placed on her head. Not long after being sat down oh the girl's head, the hat cried out-
"RAVENCLAW!"
A table wearing black robes with blue and silver accentuations clapped politely as the blushing girl sat down.
I noticed that some kids took longer to sort than others, but it wasn't really noticeable until it got to "Malfoy, Scorpius." The blonde kid that sat with Albus, Rose and I walked up with a sort of poker face and sat down. When the professor placed the hat on his head, it fell down to cover his eyes and the tips of his ears, resting on his nose.
Unlike other kids, Scorpius sat under the hat for the better part of five minutes until the hat finally shouted out "SLYTHERIN!"
The Great Hall was silent. I was stunned. After all the other students being sorted, I had sort of forgotten that there even was a fourth house. Almost half of the first year students had been sorted, yet he was the first Slytherin.
Professor Longbottom slowly took the hat off of Scorpius' head and quietly Scorpius headed over to the smallest table, almost completely hidden by shadows. The table held maybe twenty students and was half the size of all the others. It was also the only table that made no sound when a new student was sorted into their house.
The Ravenclaws always clapped politely. The Gryffindors cheered obnoxiously, stomping their feet and sometimes whistling. The Hufflepuffs were somewhere in the middle, but always had friendly smiles. The Slytherins did nothing but watch the new student cross to the table with something akin to sympathy.
A "Nott, Andrew" was called after.
Then, the name I had been waiting for with slight anticipation and slight horror.
"Parker, Aladdin."
Slowly, I slipped past the rest of the awaiting students and walked up to Professor Longbottom, sitting on the stool. With an encouraging smile, the professor placed the hat on my head and I jumped slightly when the hat started to speak in my head.
"Ah, what have we got here...a great mind you've got here."
"Who the heck are you?! GET OUT MY HEAD!" I screeched in my brain.
"Uh...dear, I'm the hat." It explained.
"OK, this is just too weird."
"I swear you are the first one in many years to have a reaction like this. Lets see-definitely not Hufflepuff, not kind enough-"
"HEY!" The hat chose to ignore me.
"Ravenclaw, maybe. You've got enough wit and sarcasm, ah-you do not enjoy school, eh? That's fine, but Ravenclaw-nope. Hmmm...maybe, Gryffindor? You seem courageous eno-Wait...whats this?"
The hat went silent as I sat there like an idiot as it muttered, "Curious, how curious."
Finally, it began to speak again.
"If it were up to me, there would be no houses. If anyone with power listened to my ideas, there would be no Slytherin house-but not for the reasons most people wish. Slytherin's are not evil, just made that way by-sadly-me, indirectly, because I sort them. But since I'm just a hat, charmed eons ago to do one, sole thing, I must do what I was made to do. I try to never sort a student into Slytherin-one a year is usually my limit, if I must-but there are certain rules I do have to abide."
After the hat's solemn speech that left me with many, many questions, it yelled out my house-
"SLYTHERIN!"
Professor Longbottom took the hat off my head, and didn't even look at me as I walked to the Slytherin table. I noticed the table of red and gold-Gryffindors-were glaring at me as Ravenclaws looked at me with disdain. The house table closest to my own-Hufflepuff-looked rather afraid of me, even students much older than I.
Resisting the urge to roll my eyes, I sat down across from Scorpius, and next to a girl with shoulder length black hair.
The rest of the sorting went quickly, with no one else in Slytherin and Albus and Rose in Gryffindor. By the end of the sorting ceremony, a witch that looked rather stern, especially with the severe top knot atop her head, stood.
"Hello, students of Hogwarts. I am glad to welcome the new first years, and I hope you bring pride to your respective houses. I am also immensely pleased to welcome back returning students. As usual, I would like the first years to take note that the Forbidden Forest is forbidden. Older students above fourth year may enter the Forbidden Forest with teacher supervision before dark and parental approval. Now, dig in!" She ended with a large smile.
"Who is she?" I whispered, more to myself than anyone else.
"That's the headmistress, Professor McGonagall. Potatoes?" The girl with the short hair asked.
I looked to the table and noticed that it was filled with food, much more than I had ever seen in my life.
"Woah." I gaped as I took the potatoes.
"Yea, the house elves tend to overcook-a lot." The girl said with a slight chuckle. "I'm Romana Sattler. Second year."
"Nice to meet you. I'm Aladdin Parker." I introduced, taking her outstretched hand.
"Pleasure, and you are?" Romana asked, noticing that Scorpius was looking at us since everyone else was talking with friends.
"Scorpius Malfoy." Scorpius said with a smile.
"Say, what's a house elf?" I asked, realizing I had no idea what that was.
"Muggleborn?" Scorpius guessed.
I nodded and he quickly launched into an explanation of everything and anything I would ever need to know about the wizarding world, and I was exceedingly grateful.
By the end of the feast, Scorpius and I had made fast friends, having bonded over him explaining the wizarding world and me explaining the muggle.
We were lead by the rest of the house, down to the dungeons and through a dank corridor with little lighting except fire lit lanterns that let off an eerie green glow every couple yards. When we reached the end of the corridor, there was an empty wall that made the corridor seem like a dead-end.
A tall, brown haired boy explained that the password was 'Snape' and just saying it caused the wall to swing open just long enough for us to pass.
Once inside, I noticed that it was unusually chilly, and smelled like mold.
"Yeah, its not the best place to call home, but we make with what we can. No matter how much we complain, no one ever fixes it." Romana apologized.
Two sets of barricaded stairs were explained to have once lead to the dormitories, but were in such a state of disrepair they couldn't be used until they were fixed; which would probably never happen. The common room was now split into three sections: the middle as the common room, the left as the boys room and bathroom, the right as the girls room and bathroom.
For the next four years of my life, nothing really changed.
Scorpius was my best friend, but truly the whole of Slytherin house was a family. Every one of us was discriminated against by the rest of the school, even teachers since old Slytherins weren't allowed to be teachers.
Gryffindors and Ravenclaws taunted and teased, sometimes beating up, any Slytherin just walking by. Hufflepuffs just ignored us. Teachers weren't mean or anything, but they weren't kind either.
In truth, it really, really sucked. However, going to a god-awful school had to be better than the orphanage right? Right?!
By fourth year, I didn't care anymore. Nowhere was safe anymore, except the Slytherin house. Like all Slytherins before us that had entered the Slytherin house after the dark war, Scorpius and I created a game plan for once we graduated.
So when I entered fifth year, I thought everything was going to be the exact same thing. Wow, was I wrong.
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This is my first Harry Potter Fanfic. so be kind.