A drabble original for Hogwarts is Home at livejournal. From the perspective of Slytherin's locket. No character category for it, I'm afraid.


It appeared innocent, merely resting on the ground and gleaming in the wand light. However, like often happened, looks were deceiving. There was more bubbling below the surface. Yet, the only thing that could generate such a hint was the faint clicking noise that echoed around the clearing and the feeling of unease if someone were to brush their skin against the object.

Many had touched the locket. Some knew what it was and, despite the chill that seeped in their bones, they had persisted for some higher cause. Each had wanted it destroyed, yet it had survived.

Until Now.