Rowena looked up from her papers as someone knocked. "Come in!" She
called, grateful for a chance to be done marking. "Oh, Salazar, hello." She
smiled pleasantly and got him a cup of tea. He had been cordial, if
slightly formal, lately, and Rowena was loosening up.
He smiled as she handed him the cup. "Thank you. You've been shut up in here for quite some time, I thought you might need a break."
"Oh! How nice of you to think of me. There are just so many papers to go through."
"Of course. Erm, that isn't the only reason I came, however."
"Oh?" Rowena asked, putting her guard up.
"Yes, you see it's regarding heirs. We need them, Rowena."
"Why?"
"It's in the prophecy, that the heirs must battle."
"But, if we don't have heirs, can't we save bloodshed?" Rowena relaxed. This was familiar territory, she and Godric had discussed it often, and it was a topic that she knew well.
"But Rowena, darling, if we have no heirs evil will reign. That is also in the prophecy."
The truth was, the original prophecy had been destroyed by Slytherin himself. If Rowenna or Godric, or anyone for that matter, had seen the actual document, they would not have wasted their time talking to Salazar, they would have settled right into killing him.
"Still, Salazar, I, I just don't know. I mean, our heirs will destroy each other."
"Not if I am the only one with an heir." Salazar said, smiling slowly.
"What do you mean?" Rowenna asked slowly, moving away.
"I mean, dear Rowenna, that if you don't have an heir, and Godric doesn't have an heir and Helga doesn't have an heir, I will be the supreme power."
"Well you're a little late." Rowenna said triumphantly. "Helga's with child."
"Yes, but she will miscarry." Salazar said carelessly. "I've made sure of that. But you, precious Ravenclaw, must have an heir or Hogwarts will crumble. So this was quite a prediciment for me, but I've figured it out."
"Oh have you?" Rowenna said, trying to keep her voice even.
Salazar swept over to where she stood and bent over her face. Bringing his mouth up to her ear he spoke, "Yes Rowenna. You must have my heir."
"Well that's impossible Salazar. I won't have your child. Positively ludicrous."
"Rowenna," Salazar said, voice menacing. "You will have my heir. Whether you like it or not."
And with that he clamped his hand over her mouth proceeded to ensure a continuation of the Slytherin line.
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Godric looked up as Helga walked past hs office. "Helga! Can I borrow you for a moment?"
"Of course!" Helga, always cheerful, bounced into the room. "I just finished fixing that poor Spigot boy's arm. I told Salazar time and again that he simply musn't chain them to the walls and leave them alone for that long-"
"Helga."
"It's so dangerous-"
"Helga!"
"Yes?"
"Is Rowenna- Is there anything wrong with Rowenna?"
"Well I don't think so. Actually, now that you mention it, she has seemed rather out-of-sorts lately. But that could be the pregnancy."
"That's what I'm worried about. I mean, I thought she would be happier, now that she's expecting a baby and all-" Godric stood suddenly, and ran towards the window. He saw nothing and returned to his desk, but almost as soon as he sat down a student burst in.
"Professor Gryffindor, sir! It's Professor Ravenclaw. She jumped out of the astronomy tower sir. I think she's dead sir." Godric looked into the eyes of Christopher Weasley, and, realising the boy wasn't lying, or putting on airs, he ran from the room, pushing the young man out of his way and racing out behind Helga.
The nurse was already there, leaning next to Rowenna's broken body. "Save the child!" Godric cried. "Oh please, even if you can't save Rowenna, save this child!"
And from where he stood in the shadows, Salazar Slytherin chuckled softly. "Yes, save the child."
He smiled as she handed him the cup. "Thank you. You've been shut up in here for quite some time, I thought you might need a break."
"Oh! How nice of you to think of me. There are just so many papers to go through."
"Of course. Erm, that isn't the only reason I came, however."
"Oh?" Rowena asked, putting her guard up.
"Yes, you see it's regarding heirs. We need them, Rowena."
"Why?"
"It's in the prophecy, that the heirs must battle."
"But, if we don't have heirs, can't we save bloodshed?" Rowena relaxed. This was familiar territory, she and Godric had discussed it often, and it was a topic that she knew well.
"But Rowena, darling, if we have no heirs evil will reign. That is also in the prophecy."
The truth was, the original prophecy had been destroyed by Slytherin himself. If Rowenna or Godric, or anyone for that matter, had seen the actual document, they would not have wasted their time talking to Salazar, they would have settled right into killing him.
"Still, Salazar, I, I just don't know. I mean, our heirs will destroy each other."
"Not if I am the only one with an heir." Salazar said, smiling slowly.
"What do you mean?" Rowenna asked slowly, moving away.
"I mean, dear Rowenna, that if you don't have an heir, and Godric doesn't have an heir and Helga doesn't have an heir, I will be the supreme power."
"Well you're a little late." Rowenna said triumphantly. "Helga's with child."
"Yes, but she will miscarry." Salazar said carelessly. "I've made sure of that. But you, precious Ravenclaw, must have an heir or Hogwarts will crumble. So this was quite a prediciment for me, but I've figured it out."
"Oh have you?" Rowenna said, trying to keep her voice even.
Salazar swept over to where she stood and bent over her face. Bringing his mouth up to her ear he spoke, "Yes Rowenna. You must have my heir."
"Well that's impossible Salazar. I won't have your child. Positively ludicrous."
"Rowenna," Salazar said, voice menacing. "You will have my heir. Whether you like it or not."
And with that he clamped his hand over her mouth proceeded to ensure a continuation of the Slytherin line.
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Godric looked up as Helga walked past hs office. "Helga! Can I borrow you for a moment?"
"Of course!" Helga, always cheerful, bounced into the room. "I just finished fixing that poor Spigot boy's arm. I told Salazar time and again that he simply musn't chain them to the walls and leave them alone for that long-"
"Helga."
"It's so dangerous-"
"Helga!"
"Yes?"
"Is Rowenna- Is there anything wrong with Rowenna?"
"Well I don't think so. Actually, now that you mention it, she has seemed rather out-of-sorts lately. But that could be the pregnancy."
"That's what I'm worried about. I mean, I thought she would be happier, now that she's expecting a baby and all-" Godric stood suddenly, and ran towards the window. He saw nothing and returned to his desk, but almost as soon as he sat down a student burst in.
"Professor Gryffindor, sir! It's Professor Ravenclaw. She jumped out of the astronomy tower sir. I think she's dead sir." Godric looked into the eyes of Christopher Weasley, and, realising the boy wasn't lying, or putting on airs, he ran from the room, pushing the young man out of his way and racing out behind Helga.
The nurse was already there, leaning next to Rowenna's broken body. "Save the child!" Godric cried. "Oh please, even if you can't save Rowenna, save this child!"
And from where he stood in the shadows, Salazar Slytherin chuckled softly. "Yes, save the child."