"Eeew! I think I just stepped in something!"
"Quiet, Ron! I hear something!" Hermione and Ron both ducked behind some bushes just near where The Death Eaters were.
"I thought I told you to keep that Gryffin quiet!" The Dark Lord shouted at Lucius. "I need to think!" Malfoy kicked the Gryffin again. "Finally." Voldemort was holding a very old, tattered book called 'The Necnomricon'. A book filled with Dark Magic and spells. He set it down in front of a cauldron and held up his arms.
"SALAZAR SLYTHERIN, MOST POWERFUL OF THE FOUNDERS, I INVOKE THY POWER!" Smokey snakes erupted from the cauldron and began to dance around the Death Eaters. Each Death Eater held a black candle with a neon green flame. Hermione's eyes began scanning the grounds for a sign of Draco.
"There he is!" she whispered to Ron and pointed to Draco who was still tied up.
"HEAR MY CRY, HEAR MY CALL! I INVOKE THE FROM THE DUSTY GRAVE IN WHICH YOU LIE!" Draco noticed some earth in front of the cauldron beginning to move. He remembered reading somewhere that Salazar Slytherin was murdered and buried deep into the middle of his homeland. This must have been the place he was buried.
Ron gasped as he saw The Dark Lord chant. Hermione kept her hands on her mouth to keep herself from screaming.
"STRETCH YOUR FINGERS TOWARDS THE ENDLESS SKY AND WAKE FROM YOUR ETERNAL SLEEP!" Everyone except the Dark Lord jumped as a rusty blade emerged from the damp soil. Next a hand, an arm, a head and the rest of the body. Dressed in armour and steel, Salazar Slytherin stood before them. The Founder opened his eyes to reveal a shocking white stare. The faint grey which where his pupils swivelled around and lay on Draco. He held out his sword and cut the cords which bound him to the tree.
"You are pure of heart," Spoke Slytherin. His voice echoed in a frightening way. Salazar held out his rusty sword to Draco. "The true Slytherin is never afraid to stand up for what is right." This was much different from what Draco was taught at school. "The cunning and ambitious will some day fight side by side along with the brave and generous." Draco took the sword and examined the hilt which said 'Salazar Slytherin'. Draco looked back at The Founder who was beginning to crumble.
"Draco Wilkins, remember that the judges of Slytherin are not always right, but the ones that stand up for the beauties of truth and ambition." And with those wise words, Salazar Slytherin turned to dust.
"WHAT?" Voldemort yelled. He began flipping through the pages of his book.
"Draco! Draco!" Hermione whispered, trying to get his attention. Draco looked to where Ron and Hermione where. His smiled for the first time that night. He might actually make it through this event. Lucius looked to where Draco was staring and reached inside his robes.
"Ready, Ron?" Hermione asked and drew her wand. Ron swallowed hard and nodded. They both jumped out of the bushes and stood by Draco's side.
"What is this?" The Dark Lord said while looking at the two Gryffindors. A flash of silver sliced Draco's arm to have him fall to Hermione's feet.
"Draco!" Hermione and Ron knelt down next to him. Lucius Malfoy stood tall in front of them, brandishing the sword in his grasp.
"My lord! Finish the spell! I can hold them!" You-Know-Who nodded and continued. He motioned for Goyle to bring over the Gryffin. He drew a dagger and dug it deep into the Gryffin's chest. The three on the ground looked away. When Draco opened his eyes, he saw the Gryffin dead on the ground, in a puddle of blood. He saw Voldemort put something into a box, but he didn't know what it was.
"Lucius! Bring them over here!" Malfoy did as he was told. Flashing the blade threateningly, Draco, Ron and Hermione stood over the large cauldron. But there was something The Dark Lord didn't know. Draco still had Salazar's sword. Hermione looked at the heading in the open book. 'Grindlewald's Power' it read. Professor Snape told them about it in sixth year. It was one of the most powerful potions ever invented. It could give the drinker the power of ten dragons, ten gryffins and ten wizards. This potion could restore You-Know-Who back into the powerful Tom Riddle he used to be.
"Heart of a Gryffin," The Dark Lord spoke while pulling out a still beating heart from the box. Hermione gasped. "Horn of a Dragon," he pulled out a large horn that probably used to belong to a Common Welsh Green. The last ingredient was what he needed the trio for. "Blood of the innocent," he spoke and pulled out his dagger with the curved blade. But before it cut into Ron's skin, Draco pulled Salazar's sword up, causing You-Know-Who's hand to be cut off and to fall into the potion! The potion began to boil and flash violent white light.
"YOU WILL NEVER RETURN TO POWER!" Draco shouted over the commotion and held the sword that was now gleaming a neon blue above his head, aimed at Voldemort's chest. The Dark Lord closed his eyes.
"Going to kill me, are you? At least it's much better than how your father died. He bent down on his knees and pleaded me to spare his life. He cried like a little girl." Draco shook with anger.
"You didn't kill my father! Lucius Malfoy did!" he said, voice shaking with malice. Draco suddenly had an image flash in his head. It was his father and Lucius Malfoy pointing his sword at Malicious' throat.
"I have killed your wife, Malicious. She cried for me to spare her. She moaned like a whore when I drove my sword into her."
"You are a liar, Malfoy. Narcissa would stand tall and try her best to protect her family. She's probably taking the train out of the country now," Malicious' voice was warm yet strict.
"You're right, Wilkins. I haven't visited her just yet. Now, if you don't join The Dark Lord's followers, I will make sure you don't see the sun rise again," Lucius kept his sword at ready, yet the rest of his body shook.
"No matter how loud the wolf howls, the moon will never bow," Malicious closed his steel eyes, opened his arms for Lucius to have a clear way at his chest. "I love you Alanna, Narcissa and Draco," he whispered as a salty tear trickled down his cheek and Malfoy ran him through.
Draco snapped back to reality.
"I am ashamed you ever called yourself Slytherin!" Draco shouted at The Dark Lord as he began to sob. Hermione went to his side and stood by his side again and held her wand at ready. Ron also went beside Draco and exchanged a smile with him. He also held his wand, ready to do what all wizards have wanted to. To Defeat The Dark Lord, You-Know-Who, Slytherin's Heir but most of all, Lord Voldemort. It was time to end this. They stood powerful and tall, ready for anything. Except one thing. Draco fell to his knees, choking on something. Hermione kneeled beside his.
"Draco! What's wrong?" she asked and tried to help him up, but felt something wet on her palm. She looked at it to be stained with blood.
"Hermione! Look!" Ron pointed at Draco's back, which had a sword wound. Hermione looked back to see Lucius Malfoy.
"NO!" Hermione screamed and began to weep.
"Quiet, Ron! I hear something!" Hermione and Ron both ducked behind some bushes just near where The Death Eaters were.
"I thought I told you to keep that Gryffin quiet!" The Dark Lord shouted at Lucius. "I need to think!" Malfoy kicked the Gryffin again. "Finally." Voldemort was holding a very old, tattered book called 'The Necnomricon'. A book filled with Dark Magic and spells. He set it down in front of a cauldron and held up his arms.
"SALAZAR SLYTHERIN, MOST POWERFUL OF THE FOUNDERS, I INVOKE THY POWER!" Smokey snakes erupted from the cauldron and began to dance around the Death Eaters. Each Death Eater held a black candle with a neon green flame. Hermione's eyes began scanning the grounds for a sign of Draco.
"There he is!" she whispered to Ron and pointed to Draco who was still tied up.
"HEAR MY CRY, HEAR MY CALL! I INVOKE THE FROM THE DUSTY GRAVE IN WHICH YOU LIE!" Draco noticed some earth in front of the cauldron beginning to move. He remembered reading somewhere that Salazar Slytherin was murdered and buried deep into the middle of his homeland. This must have been the place he was buried.
Ron gasped as he saw The Dark Lord chant. Hermione kept her hands on her mouth to keep herself from screaming.
"STRETCH YOUR FINGERS TOWARDS THE ENDLESS SKY AND WAKE FROM YOUR ETERNAL SLEEP!" Everyone except the Dark Lord jumped as a rusty blade emerged from the damp soil. Next a hand, an arm, a head and the rest of the body. Dressed in armour and steel, Salazar Slytherin stood before them. The Founder opened his eyes to reveal a shocking white stare. The faint grey which where his pupils swivelled around and lay on Draco. He held out his sword and cut the cords which bound him to the tree.
"You are pure of heart," Spoke Slytherin. His voice echoed in a frightening way. Salazar held out his rusty sword to Draco. "The true Slytherin is never afraid to stand up for what is right." This was much different from what Draco was taught at school. "The cunning and ambitious will some day fight side by side along with the brave and generous." Draco took the sword and examined the hilt which said 'Salazar Slytherin'. Draco looked back at The Founder who was beginning to crumble.
"Draco Wilkins, remember that the judges of Slytherin are not always right, but the ones that stand up for the beauties of truth and ambition." And with those wise words, Salazar Slytherin turned to dust.
"WHAT?" Voldemort yelled. He began flipping through the pages of his book.
"Draco! Draco!" Hermione whispered, trying to get his attention. Draco looked to where Ron and Hermione where. His smiled for the first time that night. He might actually make it through this event. Lucius looked to where Draco was staring and reached inside his robes.
"Ready, Ron?" Hermione asked and drew her wand. Ron swallowed hard and nodded. They both jumped out of the bushes and stood by Draco's side.
"What is this?" The Dark Lord said while looking at the two Gryffindors. A flash of silver sliced Draco's arm to have him fall to Hermione's feet.
"Draco!" Hermione and Ron knelt down next to him. Lucius Malfoy stood tall in front of them, brandishing the sword in his grasp.
"My lord! Finish the spell! I can hold them!" You-Know-Who nodded and continued. He motioned for Goyle to bring over the Gryffin. He drew a dagger and dug it deep into the Gryffin's chest. The three on the ground looked away. When Draco opened his eyes, he saw the Gryffin dead on the ground, in a puddle of blood. He saw Voldemort put something into a box, but he didn't know what it was.
"Lucius! Bring them over here!" Malfoy did as he was told. Flashing the blade threateningly, Draco, Ron and Hermione stood over the large cauldron. But there was something The Dark Lord didn't know. Draco still had Salazar's sword. Hermione looked at the heading in the open book. 'Grindlewald's Power' it read. Professor Snape told them about it in sixth year. It was one of the most powerful potions ever invented. It could give the drinker the power of ten dragons, ten gryffins and ten wizards. This potion could restore You-Know-Who back into the powerful Tom Riddle he used to be.
"Heart of a Gryffin," The Dark Lord spoke while pulling out a still beating heart from the box. Hermione gasped. "Horn of a Dragon," he pulled out a large horn that probably used to belong to a Common Welsh Green. The last ingredient was what he needed the trio for. "Blood of the innocent," he spoke and pulled out his dagger with the curved blade. But before it cut into Ron's skin, Draco pulled Salazar's sword up, causing You-Know-Who's hand to be cut off and to fall into the potion! The potion began to boil and flash violent white light.
"YOU WILL NEVER RETURN TO POWER!" Draco shouted over the commotion and held the sword that was now gleaming a neon blue above his head, aimed at Voldemort's chest. The Dark Lord closed his eyes.
"Going to kill me, are you? At least it's much better than how your father died. He bent down on his knees and pleaded me to spare his life. He cried like a little girl." Draco shook with anger.
"You didn't kill my father! Lucius Malfoy did!" he said, voice shaking with malice. Draco suddenly had an image flash in his head. It was his father and Lucius Malfoy pointing his sword at Malicious' throat.
"I have killed your wife, Malicious. She cried for me to spare her. She moaned like a whore when I drove my sword into her."
"You are a liar, Malfoy. Narcissa would stand tall and try her best to protect her family. She's probably taking the train out of the country now," Malicious' voice was warm yet strict.
"You're right, Wilkins. I haven't visited her just yet. Now, if you don't join The Dark Lord's followers, I will make sure you don't see the sun rise again," Lucius kept his sword at ready, yet the rest of his body shook.
"No matter how loud the wolf howls, the moon will never bow," Malicious closed his steel eyes, opened his arms for Lucius to have a clear way at his chest. "I love you Alanna, Narcissa and Draco," he whispered as a salty tear trickled down his cheek and Malfoy ran him through.
Draco snapped back to reality.
"I am ashamed you ever called yourself Slytherin!" Draco shouted at The Dark Lord as he began to sob. Hermione went to his side and stood by his side again and held her wand at ready. Ron also went beside Draco and exchanged a smile with him. He also held his wand, ready to do what all wizards have wanted to. To Defeat The Dark Lord, You-Know-Who, Slytherin's Heir but most of all, Lord Voldemort. It was time to end this. They stood powerful and tall, ready for anything. Except one thing. Draco fell to his knees, choking on something. Hermione kneeled beside his.
"Draco! What's wrong?" she asked and tried to help him up, but felt something wet on her palm. She looked at it to be stained with blood.
"Hermione! Look!" Ron pointed at Draco's back, which had a sword wound. Hermione looked back to see Lucius Malfoy.
"NO!" Hermione screamed and began to weep.