Title: Slytherin's Other Heir
Rating for Story: T (violence, death, darkness)
Rating for Chapter: T
Disclaimer: The characters from Harry Potter are not mine, but the original ones that are created are and so are some spells.
Chapter 1: Horcrux Unseen
Night began to throw its magic into the air. The slumbering haze slowly seeped in and the lazy forest as ever jealously protected its secrets. Through dense vegetation, lay a mud untouched path, less known to humanity. The birds began to cease their chirping as the cicada started theirs. Night was a melody of rhyme, a conundrum of music, a stage opera. The playful cicadas chirped their hearts out, full of gusto and triumph. They seemed more courageous, more daring than ever other night. Fate was visiting for the first time.
The air was moistly, having played host to a thundering shower earlier the afternoon. The clouds were unusually grey; their crestfallen looks loomed in agony. Their fluffiness was long gone. Once or twice, a streak of lightning illuminated the sky. Something eventful was occurring, something so drastic that it will tear history apart, something that was coming.
Suddenly, the forest was restless; they knew the day would arrive. Fate had finally made its pit-stop. The cicadas were humming a strangely mystical tune; it seemed to be one of their forefathers, passed down through the generations. They seemed to have forecasted this day, this very day, yet what was installed was a mystery. The tune was bright and cheerful, filled with laughter and yet regret. They sensed movement, graceful yet desperate. Beautiful and ugly. The moment was at hand.
A swish of hair was heard in a distance. Ebony hair to be exact. Tied in a ponytail, it yearned from its prison. The hair rustled the forest into a melodic frenzy – something so unusually, it was the first time.
Footprints marked the muddy path. They were filled with misery, hate and desperation. The forest did not obliged; of course this was the first it played host. Why would a person step into this deserted monument, you may wonder? Let's say, the magnetic attraction was overpowering.
With a torn blouse hugging her delicate body, the famished girl ran for her soul. The blouse seemed frustrated at the sudden departure from its once comfortable home, showing signs of creases. But the girl was in control, she was desperate for her life, her life that would end in this beginning.
The forest trees seemed to bow at her arrival, trees branches wavered in the wind, mimicking a handshake. "How warm." the girl wondered. She was touched by the beauty, majestic as it was. Pausing for a while, she admired the spectacle that was in her eyes. The flowers did not lose their colour even in the dust covered sky. Tears flowed from her face, rolling into diamond like gems.
However, this beauty secured her impending fate.
"Get that traitor! That dirty-blooded hag!" rang a voice.
"Serpensortia"
Gasping for breath and to keep her soul intact, the girl did not react. She plodded on. The air was heavy and she was drowsy. She breathed with difficulty, trying to struggle on. She stumbled into a clearing. Light from the cleansing moon shone through the vast canopy.
Using her unhurt hand, she withdrew a trinket – a small gem. Strangely, its uniqueness bared a resemblance to something else. A serpent coiled around the egg like gem. This locket was casted out of the finest gold, embedded with the best gems.
"Ahhhh…hhh.." she shrieked. Peering at her ankle was a bite mark; two puncture wounds surrounded the area. Sensing familiarity, she whispered, "Don't attack me… Stop". A strange language escaped her lips.
The rustling of the forest fall ceased. A snake peered through the leaves.
"Stupedify", she chanted, wand pointing out of her blouse. The snake froze in movement.
She was desperate, her finally hope was in her grasp.
"Horocruxious splitius", her voice rang as her wand pointed to her bulging stomach. The pain was unbearable, she began to lose her control, power. Some life was sapped out from her belly. The size was reducing drastically, as if the life energy was sucked out. Finally, she gasped for air, accomplishing the tremendous feat.
"There she is, the scumbag!" the daunting voice rang out again.
"Crucio" the evil voice rang. The other chanted "Diffindo" and "Petrificus Toetilus".
The girl was helpless and casted "Protego". The spells rebounded, hitting the casters, except for the first one. Crucio blasted the shield.
"Looks like you can't escape now sister. Your days with that Muggle are over. Hand over yourself or die.", the voice rang.
"Never, never.", the girl pleaded.
"So long sucker."
"Avada Kedavra"
"Serpentitum" the girl's voice countered. A huge snake burst out of the wand, engulfing the spell. It fell to the ground and reared its head and struck the man.
"Nooooo. You can't turn against your dear brother!"
"You forced me!" the girl shrieked.
"Rootcepus Cordelius". Roots from the ground sprang and wrapped itself over the wounded man. They were tightening their grip with the minute. The man screamed in terror, the roots were gnawing into his flesh, like raving maggots.
The girl took a last look at the world around her. Her fate was sealed and her life was to end now.
With a last look at the beauty of the surroundings, she pointed her oak and serpent venom wand at herself.
"Dissenduous Portumn"
A blast of light erupted from the tip of her wand. It slowly engulfed her body, as she screamed her last.
A few moments past and all was left was a blackened ground. The forest had witnessed the tragic end of this girl.
Or was it not over. Just next to the clearing, lay the locket. It was different now. Something particular had occurred. It was drenched in moisture. Did the locket cry?
The first Horcrux was born.