Lord of Darkness
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Harry Potter belongs to some crazy British woman, who has risking him his life, for her own sadistic amusement. Thank God that I'm not her.
Harry, Draco, and Hermione went down the torch-lit stairs, and down, and down, and down. After almost ten minutes, Draco said, "Something's wrong; I must have mispronounced the incantation, or something along those lines."
"Let's go a little further," Harry said excitedly, "I can hear something."
Draco and Hermione looked at each other, then at Harry, then back at each other.
"That's a problem, Harry; there should not be any noises, and this smell is not the right smell, and it should be lit better, and warmer, too!" Draco exclaimed.
They all walked for another minute, and then stumbled across a huge, circular, metal door. There were many symbols carved all over it, but the most common one was a snake. Harry impulsively reached out and touched the snake symbol right in the middle.
There was a flash of emerald green, as if the Avada Kedavra had been cast. Harry blinked, then looked around, and saw that Draco and Hermione were frozen- not just in place, but also in time. The circular door simply vanished, and Harry walked right on through.
He had walked for not even a moment when he heard a voice, low and hissing. "Harry Potter… You have a great desssstiny, Potter, for the Fatesssss to show you to Sssssalzar Sssslytherin'ssssss greatesssst ssssecret. I am sssssuppossssed to show whomever findssss their way in here to the ssssssecret of Ssssslytherin. Off we go, now."
Harry was really confused at this point, and that last remark only heightened Harry's confusion. The ground shifted under him, and he fell. The "ground" was actually a long stone snake that had been curled up.
After a minute of riding the stone serpent, Harry arrived at what appeared to be an altar. There were more of those same serpent symbols, and Harry impulsively (wow he needs to think before he acts, doesn't he?) touched the one in the center. It seemed to rise off the altar and opened its mouth. Resting inside was a strange, green and black medallion, giving off an unearthly glow, and Harry was inexplicably drawn to it. He touched it, this time after a moment's thought.
"The ssssecret of Sssslytherin is a gift that can be freely rejected, Potter. Assss you can probably tell, you're the first persssson to accept it."
"What is it?" Harry asked.
"That'ssss for you to figure out, ssssnakeling…" the serpent's voice died out as it curled back up, leaving Harry where he had been to start with.
"This is the most intriguing gift I have ever gotten," Harry said aloud to himself as he admired the medallion, "But how do I unfreeze my friends?"
The answer simply came to him. He walked over the threshold of the circular door, pocketed the medallion, and stood the exact same way he had been when flash happened. The flash happened again, and everything was as it was before. "Come on, let's go," Harry said. "I think that something very strange has happened." As he said those words, a warning not to tell anyone materialized in his head.
"Yeah, Draco, you probably mispronounced the spell; it did sound slightly different than it did the first time." Harry said, "Let's try again, and see if anything different happens."
"Sure, Harry, but we will miss lunch if we spend as much time as we did."
"Okay, let's try again, then head up to lunch."
"Friae," Draco intoned, pointing his wand at the painted trapdoor. The trapdoor did what it did before, only the torches gave off more welcoming light, there was a different feel to the air, and there was even a different smell. "Yes, that's it!
"Okay, now we should up to lunch."
As they were walking, Harry could only think about the medallion.
Sorry that it's not longer; I tried everything I could to lengthen it!