CHAPTER 2
It was a rather unpleasant night; a mood of gloom seemed to hang in the air, capturing the most unsuspecting victims. Rowena hugged her shawl tighter around her as she walked slowly down the long corridor. A great grandfather clock in a classroom to her right chimed midnight. It was an unearthly sound. Her very bones seemed to vibrate with every great 'bong'. She quickened her pace, her destination drawing closer and closer.
Finally she reached the deserted classroom. She sat apprehensively down on the dust-coated desk, and waited. After what seemed like hours, but was only 5 or 10 minutes, a figure stopped at the door. Rowena sighed with relief, as she chivalrously stood up, to greet the figure.
"Godric…..I thought you wouldn't come," She looked into his handsome face, and for a moment their eyes locked. Godric looked into her shining face, and smiled warmly.
"I got…..held up…" His voice faded away.
"Not a student," Rowena said sternly, looking worriedly up at him.
"No….it was nothing…" It was then she saw the scrape on his face.
"Godric, what happened?!" She cupped a hand under his chin, and gently fingered the wound. He didn't answer.
A sudden noise at the doorway made them both jump. Their heads snapped towards the door that had just creaked open. Another figure stood, slightly hunched, watching them. But this one was most unwelcome.
"Well, well, well," The icy, unmistakable voice of Salazar whispered. "I hear someone out of bed…..but instead of love struck students I find…..this," every part of his voice held utter disgust. Rowena and Godric both flinched as if he was yelling, and cursing at them.
"Salazar….come now, we can explain," Rowena reached out to lay a hand on his arm. To anyone else, it would have been a friendly gesture, but Salazar jumped back as if she were about to curse him. Godric half expected him to curse them both, but instead, when Salazar spoke, it was in a calm tone.
"Day after day, I have to put up with you; with these worthless students. With all the mudbloods!!! I have told you time after time that rubbish like that shouldn't set foot in such a high quality place as Hogwarts, but you have always found some way to abide me, to thwart my plans and ideas. I created this place too, and I can just as easily tear it down, along with everyone in it!!!" His voice was now growing louder, and stronger, and there was a maniacal gleam in his creepy red eyes. "You'll be sorry!!!!"
Those last words hung in the air as ponderous as the gloom. But Salazar Slytherin was always true to his word, and in time, they would be sorry.
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"I think it should be a Halloween dance," Lilly stated, scribbling out a note she had just made on her parchment.
"No….stick with Christmas," James argued. Lilly glared at him. He had been uptight all night.
"Can you do anything but bicker???" She asked haughtily. James put on a mock look of thought,
"Yeah, I can, actually," he finished this declaration with a very rude sign. Lilly quickly shut her open mouth, and narrowed her big, green eyes to slits.
"James Potter!!!" Taking a deep breath, and swallowing her fury, she continued in a much calmer tone, "Didn't your parents teach you manners???" She immediately sucked her breath back in, knowing she had said the wrong thing.
James stopped dead. For one for one moment his eyes were filled with pain, the next, brimming with tears. Eyes never leaving hers, he threw his quill and parchment down on the table and stormed out of the cozy common room, up to his Head Boy room. Lilly stared after, and slowly, dazedly, began to gather up their stuff, the same thought running through her head, Wow…..maybe the popular James Potter is human after all….
It was a rather unpleasant night; a mood of gloom seemed to hang in the air, capturing the most unsuspecting victims. Rowena hugged her shawl tighter around her as she walked slowly down the long corridor. A great grandfather clock in a classroom to her right chimed midnight. It was an unearthly sound. Her very bones seemed to vibrate with every great 'bong'. She quickened her pace, her destination drawing closer and closer.
Finally she reached the deserted classroom. She sat apprehensively down on the dust-coated desk, and waited. After what seemed like hours, but was only 5 or 10 minutes, a figure stopped at the door. Rowena sighed with relief, as she chivalrously stood up, to greet the figure.
"Godric…..I thought you wouldn't come," She looked into his handsome face, and for a moment their eyes locked. Godric looked into her shining face, and smiled warmly.
"I got…..held up…" His voice faded away.
"Not a student," Rowena said sternly, looking worriedly up at him.
"No….it was nothing…" It was then she saw the scrape on his face.
"Godric, what happened?!" She cupped a hand under his chin, and gently fingered the wound. He didn't answer.
A sudden noise at the doorway made them both jump. Their heads snapped towards the door that had just creaked open. Another figure stood, slightly hunched, watching them. But this one was most unwelcome.
"Well, well, well," The icy, unmistakable voice of Salazar whispered. "I hear someone out of bed…..but instead of love struck students I find…..this," every part of his voice held utter disgust. Rowena and Godric both flinched as if he was yelling, and cursing at them.
"Salazar….come now, we can explain," Rowena reached out to lay a hand on his arm. To anyone else, it would have been a friendly gesture, but Salazar jumped back as if she were about to curse him. Godric half expected him to curse them both, but instead, when Salazar spoke, it was in a calm tone.
"Day after day, I have to put up with you; with these worthless students. With all the mudbloods!!! I have told you time after time that rubbish like that shouldn't set foot in such a high quality place as Hogwarts, but you have always found some way to abide me, to thwart my plans and ideas. I created this place too, and I can just as easily tear it down, along with everyone in it!!!" His voice was now growing louder, and stronger, and there was a maniacal gleam in his creepy red eyes. "You'll be sorry!!!!"
Those last words hung in the air as ponderous as the gloom. But Salazar Slytherin was always true to his word, and in time, they would be sorry.
*^~*^~*^~*^~*^~*^~*^~*^~*^~*^~*^~*^~*^~*^~*^~*^~*^~*^~*^~*^~*^~*^~*^~*^
"I think it should be a Halloween dance," Lilly stated, scribbling out a note she had just made on her parchment.
"No….stick with Christmas," James argued. Lilly glared at him. He had been uptight all night.
"Can you do anything but bicker???" She asked haughtily. James put on a mock look of thought,
"Yeah, I can, actually," he finished this declaration with a very rude sign. Lilly quickly shut her open mouth, and narrowed her big, green eyes to slits.
"James Potter!!!" Taking a deep breath, and swallowing her fury, she continued in a much calmer tone, "Didn't your parents teach you manners???" She immediately sucked her breath back in, knowing she had said the wrong thing.
James stopped dead. For one for one moment his eyes were filled with pain, the next, brimming with tears. Eyes never leaving hers, he threw his quill and parchment down on the table and stormed out of the cozy common room, up to his Head Boy room. Lilly stared after, and slowly, dazedly, began to gather up their stuff, the same thought running through her head, Wow…..maybe the popular James Potter is human after all….