Even though his long legs usually enabled him to walk very fast, Draco had a hard time keeping up with Slytherin's long strides.
As Slytherin led him through a long maze of corridors & passageways, Draco wished they would reach wherever they were going, soon or at least that Slytherin would slow down.
Slytherin hadn't spoken a word to him from the time they had left. Draco felt uneasiness creep upon him as he followed Slytherin into what looked very much like the dungeons.
He had no idea where Slytherin was taking him & even less did he know why.
At last they reached an enormous door.
Slytherin took out a key (which looked more like an antique to Draco) from the folds of his robes & inserted it into the keyhole.
Although the door was enormous, it opened silently without any creaks or groans, to admit Slytherin & Draco inside.
Draco followed Slytherin into what was apparently his room. It was bigger than the room that had been assigned to Draco.
The room was immaculate & perfectly tidy. There was not a trace of anything out of place.
There was a huge double bed, which was covered with a velvet green bedspread on which a gleaming silver serpent could clearly be discerned. The curtains were of light green satin.
Before Draco could take in anything else, Slytherin was motioning him to sit down. Draco sat down on a stool provided near the bed.
There was silence, while Slytherin went near a huge wardrobe & began digging inside.
He emerged after a few minutes, holding a small green vial in his hand.
He then went towards the fireplace & pointing his wand at it, muttered "Incendio!". Flames immediately shot up.
He removed the cork of the vial & poured it's contents into the fire.
There was a sizzling sound & green smoke began to issue from the fireplace.
Draco leaned forward, trying to make out what Slytherin was doing. Slytherin was pointing his wand towards the fireplace & chanting something continuously.
After a few seconds, Draco could make out a face emerging out of the green smoke.
It was too hazy for him to make out whose face it was, clearly.
Slytherin waved his hand & all the smoke disappeared. Draco could now observe the face distinctly.
It was a face which had haunted him since childhood.
It was the face which had made him what he was.
It was not a face which had launched a thousand ships, but rather caused a thousand deaths.
It was the face of Voldemort.
As Slytherin led him through a long maze of corridors & passageways, Draco wished they would reach wherever they were going, soon or at least that Slytherin would slow down.
Slytherin hadn't spoken a word to him from the time they had left. Draco felt uneasiness creep upon him as he followed Slytherin into what looked very much like the dungeons.
He had no idea where Slytherin was taking him & even less did he know why.
At last they reached an enormous door.
Slytherin took out a key (which looked more like an antique to Draco) from the folds of his robes & inserted it into the keyhole.
Although the door was enormous, it opened silently without any creaks or groans, to admit Slytherin & Draco inside.
Draco followed Slytherin into what was apparently his room. It was bigger than the room that had been assigned to Draco.
The room was immaculate & perfectly tidy. There was not a trace of anything out of place.
There was a huge double bed, which was covered with a velvet green bedspread on which a gleaming silver serpent could clearly be discerned. The curtains were of light green satin.
Before Draco could take in anything else, Slytherin was motioning him to sit down. Draco sat down on a stool provided near the bed.
There was silence, while Slytherin went near a huge wardrobe & began digging inside.
He emerged after a few minutes, holding a small green vial in his hand.
He then went towards the fireplace & pointing his wand at it, muttered "Incendio!". Flames immediately shot up.
He removed the cork of the vial & poured it's contents into the fire.
There was a sizzling sound & green smoke began to issue from the fireplace.
Draco leaned forward, trying to make out what Slytherin was doing. Slytherin was pointing his wand towards the fireplace & chanting something continuously.
After a few seconds, Draco could make out a face emerging out of the green smoke.
It was too hazy for him to make out whose face it was, clearly.
Slytherin waved his hand & all the smoke disappeared. Draco could now observe the face distinctly.
It was a face which had haunted him since childhood.
It was the face which had made him what he was.
It was not a face which had launched a thousand ships, but rather caused a thousand deaths.
It was the face of Voldemort.