He floated through out the halls, the walls were crumbling and pillars were no more. He loved Slytherin house but he hated the destruction, yes, he was cold and ruthless but he had changed though out the years. Looking at the castle that didn't look much like it used to he knew that if he was still alive he would be feeling tears run down his face. Rounding a corner he stopped as he took in the sight of pools of blood, he didn't know who all of the people were that lost life here but the mere sight of his name sake caused anger to serge through out.
How could his house do this, if only people knew? The Bloody Baron wasn't actually that bad of a guy, in the past he had hurt, murdered and pillaged but death had taught him something; compassion. As he kept floating around the castle he stopped as he came upon the new headmistress, she stopped as she spotted him. In what would have counted as a breath, if he had the ability to he prepared for what had to be said, even if it was not accepted.
"I'm sorry for what we have done." His voice was practically a whisper but in the empty corridor, it was loud and spoke volumes, turning around he left not waiting for the woman to reply. From that, moment on the Bloody Baron did not frequent the dungeons but Gryffindor Tower and the Headmistresses office.
I HAVE BEEN WANTING TO WRITE STORIES FOR CHARACTERS THAT ARENT REALLY WELL KNOWN OR THOUGHT OF. SO I GOT ON CLICKED THE CHARACTER BAR AND DID SOME SCROLLING AND STOPPED THEN MOVED THE MOUSE ABOUT AND BAM LANDED ON THE BLOODY BARON. I FIGURED THAT EVEN THOUGH HE WAS SLYTHERIN HOUSE AFTER ALL THE YEARS HE WOULD GET FED UP TOO. LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK!