Chapter 6: Slytherin Sacrament
After the feast, the Head Boys and Girls escorted their Houses to their dormitories. Slytherin's Head Boy was Barry Higgins and the Head Girl, Janean Copaneaver. Boy.. What a name. Harry thought.
Harry and Draco shared a room with one other boy named Keagan Currier, and Harry didn't think that he had ever seen anyone so short. Keagan looked exactly like an eight-year-old, thin and young with blonde hair and very light blue eyes.
"Hey, Draco. What classes do we have tomorrow?" asked Harry as they all put away their belongings.
"Uh, transfiguration first.with Gryffindors," He sneered, "Then, we have Herbology, lunch, potions and charms."
"Charms." Harry grimaced, "Draco, I forgot to talk to Sirius. He's going to be so angry with me." He sat on the edge of his bed and put his face in his hands.
"It'll be alright, Harry." He tried to cheer the boy up, but he didn't sound too sure of himself.
"Alright? Draco, we haven't actually hit it off these past two weeks that I've just known he exists. And that face he showed me just at last in the Great Hall, was probably, by far, the worst I'll ever see come from him." He took a deep breath, "So, if you ask me, it's not going to be alright."
Draco didn't answer, "Sorry, I didn't mean to snap at you like that." Thankfully Keagan wasn't in there, "It's just.he's the first family member that's cried for me.well, the first since I can remember, and I don't want to lose his to something as stupid as which House I'm going to be in. And I don't care how much Gryffindors and Slytherins hate each other.he's like a father to me.I love him."
"Well don't tell me all this, you should be planning on when to tell him that. How 'bout during lunch?" Draco shrugged holding a pair of boxers in his hands. When he realized it, he immediately threw them into his trunk.
"That's a great idea."
"Of course it's a great idea. Do you have any idea of who you are talking to?"
Harry didn't have time to answer before there was a knock on the door, "Everyone down to the common room." It was Terence Higgs, one of the students who would be trying out for the Slytherin Quidditch Team.
Harry looked over at Draco, but the blonde merely shrugged as they walked out of the room. They walked up the dungeon staircase and entered the Slytherin Common Room. It was a large circular gray-stoned room with a very comfortable atmosphere Harry had to admit. But, not just anyone would say that, especially not someone who loved the light. It was a dark atmosphere that only the dark would enjoy, and since it was underground, the only thing that warmed the room was the fireplace.
The two boys were one of the very few that were already there, but were soon accompanied by many others who soon flooded down from both the girls' and boys' staircases. Harry was relieved to find that all of the first years looked just as confused as he did.
"Gather 'round, everyone!" They all turned to find Higgins and Copeneaver up in front of the fireplace, "I wanted to be the first to congratulate you all on becoming Slytherins, and I'm happy to have you all here. Jenean and I are proud to say that since we have been Head Girl and Boy, not once have we lost the House Cup," everyone cheered at this, but for only a second, "and I expect this year to be the same." Jenean nodded next to him and she next, spoke up.
"Though, we don't what you to be little goodie-doers like the Gryffindors. We don't mind that you do any rule breaking, but if you do, we expect you to earn those points back plus thirty more within a week." All the first years looked wide-eyed at each other then at the Head Students. She smiled, "You'll soon find that loosing and earning points really isn't that difficult."
Most of the eleven-year-olds sighed a relief while others rolled their eyes. Higgins went back to speaking, "Now that we have our introduction out of the way, let's get on with why this meeting was really called." Six people in dark green robes stepped up from behind him and divided themselves between Higgins; Three to his right and the other three to his left, next to Copaneaver.
"We are here to initiate the Sacrament of the Slytherins. A baptism that has been done ever since Salazar Slytherin, himself, taught at Hogwarts. This process, for a short time, will be painful. But, if you don't think that you can handle it.then leave now." No one moved, much less, barely breathed. The dark headed boy smiled, "I'm glad that everyone had a little bit of guts. Now, let me tell you what will happen.
"This is like a muggle tattoo. On your left forearm will be placed a mark," he and several other older Slytherins lifted their arms to show the first years what it looked like. It was a black outline of a skull and a snake entwining in and out of the skull, its head coming out of the skull's mouth, "It's a spell that we place there; The Morsmorde. It feels like a thousand needles slicing it's way into your arm. Like I said, it's painful, but it doesn't take long. I'll ask again, if you don't want to be here, now would be a good time to leave.
"Some of you are probably wondering why you haven't seen any of your Slytherin parents with this mark. That would be because it's temporary. After your seventh year at Hogwarts, it'll disappear. Now, some of you may be wondering what the purpose of this is. Many reasons, in fact. We Slytherins associate only with other Slytherins. By no means, will you ever befriend one of another House, unless strictly instructed to do so, or we will be alerted. Especially a Gryffindor. Secondly, we can all alert one another, say if someone needs assistants. And lastly," He smiled highly to all of his fellow mates who possessed the Mark on their left wrist, "young first years, you may not know this, but among you stands the great Heir of Slytherin."
All of the second to seventh years stood staring at a black haired boy and soon after, everyone else did also.
"Wait," someone called out amongst the crowd, "if he's the 'Heir of Slytherin', then what does that make Professor Riddle?" It was a short blonde girl with pale skin and dark eyes.
There was an uncomfortable silence, and all eyes once again turned to Harry.
There was another that spoke up, but this time, it was Draco, "If it is true, that he is the Heir of Slytherin, wouldn't he and Proffesor Riddle be related?"
Higgins walked down and stood in front of Harry, "Salazar Slytherin had only one true heir, Eros Slytherin. The Slytherin name ceased when Eros' daughter, Isis married Odin Riddle." He started to walk casually among all of the first year students, each one listening ever so carefully, "They had a son named Attis Riddle whom betrayed the Slytherins, by becoming a Gryffindor, and married another Gryffindor named Elenorum."
Harry nearly gasped out loud, but bit his tongue. That was his Great Great Grandmother.
"And they had two children. A girl named Cecilia, and our ol' trusted Slytherin everyone loves so much, Tom Riddle. And that's where the Riddle name stopped. As you all know, Proffesor Riddle never married, but Cecilia, on the other hand married another Gryffindor named Carson Potter." Higgins glanced over to Harry, whose eyes had grown wide with astonishment, and he smiled, "Cecilia and Carson had a son named James, and he married Lily. All of them, of course, Gryffindors, but then.they had a boy," He stopped and did an about-face and stared directly at the green- eyed boy, "and his name was Harry James Potter."
Higgins' arm flew out and he pointed his hand to the boy, "Mr. Potter, please step forward. Make yourself known to all of your Fifth Great Grandfather's followers."
Harry had grown a dark shade of red. He looked at Draco, who was of course staring at him with wide eyes, but soon enough snapped out of it and nodded, "Go on." He mouthed.
And hesitantly but surely, he took one step forward and murmurs of his presence broke out. There was no longer the unnerving silence, but instead whispers were being passed among them all and the stares he was received was enough to make a chill run down his spine.
Higgins walked back over to him and knelt in front of the boy and took his left arm and placed the tip of his wand on his bare sensitive pale skin, "I'm going to cast the Morsmorde on you. If you are the Heir of Slytherin." but he never finished. Instead he lifted his wand slightly, "Morsmorde!" his eyes closed and a wave of coldness washed over Harry's body and went directly up his spine making him arch his back in sheer pleasure. The dark sheet that washed over his whole body only lasted a second, and Harry soon stood up straight feeling renewed and refreshed then collapsed backwards in comforting arms, completely exhausted.
"Then, it is true." Whispered Higgins, "He is the Heir of Slytherin." He stood, with Harry still cradled in his arms.
The boy holding the known heir was saying something to everyone else, but Harry couldn't hear, as another, more familiar, sheet of darkness left him to his own sanctuary.
End of Chapter 6
Well.............................whadda ya think?
After the feast, the Head Boys and Girls escorted their Houses to their dormitories. Slytherin's Head Boy was Barry Higgins and the Head Girl, Janean Copaneaver. Boy.. What a name. Harry thought.
Harry and Draco shared a room with one other boy named Keagan Currier, and Harry didn't think that he had ever seen anyone so short. Keagan looked exactly like an eight-year-old, thin and young with blonde hair and very light blue eyes.
"Hey, Draco. What classes do we have tomorrow?" asked Harry as they all put away their belongings.
"Uh, transfiguration first.with Gryffindors," He sneered, "Then, we have Herbology, lunch, potions and charms."
"Charms." Harry grimaced, "Draco, I forgot to talk to Sirius. He's going to be so angry with me." He sat on the edge of his bed and put his face in his hands.
"It'll be alright, Harry." He tried to cheer the boy up, but he didn't sound too sure of himself.
"Alright? Draco, we haven't actually hit it off these past two weeks that I've just known he exists. And that face he showed me just at last in the Great Hall, was probably, by far, the worst I'll ever see come from him." He took a deep breath, "So, if you ask me, it's not going to be alright."
Draco didn't answer, "Sorry, I didn't mean to snap at you like that." Thankfully Keagan wasn't in there, "It's just.he's the first family member that's cried for me.well, the first since I can remember, and I don't want to lose his to something as stupid as which House I'm going to be in. And I don't care how much Gryffindors and Slytherins hate each other.he's like a father to me.I love him."
"Well don't tell me all this, you should be planning on when to tell him that. How 'bout during lunch?" Draco shrugged holding a pair of boxers in his hands. When he realized it, he immediately threw them into his trunk.
"That's a great idea."
"Of course it's a great idea. Do you have any idea of who you are talking to?"
Harry didn't have time to answer before there was a knock on the door, "Everyone down to the common room." It was Terence Higgs, one of the students who would be trying out for the Slytherin Quidditch Team.
Harry looked over at Draco, but the blonde merely shrugged as they walked out of the room. They walked up the dungeon staircase and entered the Slytherin Common Room. It was a large circular gray-stoned room with a very comfortable atmosphere Harry had to admit. But, not just anyone would say that, especially not someone who loved the light. It was a dark atmosphere that only the dark would enjoy, and since it was underground, the only thing that warmed the room was the fireplace.
The two boys were one of the very few that were already there, but were soon accompanied by many others who soon flooded down from both the girls' and boys' staircases. Harry was relieved to find that all of the first years looked just as confused as he did.
"Gather 'round, everyone!" They all turned to find Higgins and Copeneaver up in front of the fireplace, "I wanted to be the first to congratulate you all on becoming Slytherins, and I'm happy to have you all here. Jenean and I are proud to say that since we have been Head Girl and Boy, not once have we lost the House Cup," everyone cheered at this, but for only a second, "and I expect this year to be the same." Jenean nodded next to him and she next, spoke up.
"Though, we don't what you to be little goodie-doers like the Gryffindors. We don't mind that you do any rule breaking, but if you do, we expect you to earn those points back plus thirty more within a week." All the first years looked wide-eyed at each other then at the Head Students. She smiled, "You'll soon find that loosing and earning points really isn't that difficult."
Most of the eleven-year-olds sighed a relief while others rolled their eyes. Higgins went back to speaking, "Now that we have our introduction out of the way, let's get on with why this meeting was really called." Six people in dark green robes stepped up from behind him and divided themselves between Higgins; Three to his right and the other three to his left, next to Copaneaver.
"We are here to initiate the Sacrament of the Slytherins. A baptism that has been done ever since Salazar Slytherin, himself, taught at Hogwarts. This process, for a short time, will be painful. But, if you don't think that you can handle it.then leave now." No one moved, much less, barely breathed. The dark headed boy smiled, "I'm glad that everyone had a little bit of guts. Now, let me tell you what will happen.
"This is like a muggle tattoo. On your left forearm will be placed a mark," he and several other older Slytherins lifted their arms to show the first years what it looked like. It was a black outline of a skull and a snake entwining in and out of the skull, its head coming out of the skull's mouth, "It's a spell that we place there; The Morsmorde. It feels like a thousand needles slicing it's way into your arm. Like I said, it's painful, but it doesn't take long. I'll ask again, if you don't want to be here, now would be a good time to leave.
"Some of you are probably wondering why you haven't seen any of your Slytherin parents with this mark. That would be because it's temporary. After your seventh year at Hogwarts, it'll disappear. Now, some of you may be wondering what the purpose of this is. Many reasons, in fact. We Slytherins associate only with other Slytherins. By no means, will you ever befriend one of another House, unless strictly instructed to do so, or we will be alerted. Especially a Gryffindor. Secondly, we can all alert one another, say if someone needs assistants. And lastly," He smiled highly to all of his fellow mates who possessed the Mark on their left wrist, "young first years, you may not know this, but among you stands the great Heir of Slytherin."
All of the second to seventh years stood staring at a black haired boy and soon after, everyone else did also.
"Wait," someone called out amongst the crowd, "if he's the 'Heir of Slytherin', then what does that make Professor Riddle?" It was a short blonde girl with pale skin and dark eyes.
There was an uncomfortable silence, and all eyes once again turned to Harry.
There was another that spoke up, but this time, it was Draco, "If it is true, that he is the Heir of Slytherin, wouldn't he and Proffesor Riddle be related?"
Higgins walked down and stood in front of Harry, "Salazar Slytherin had only one true heir, Eros Slytherin. The Slytherin name ceased when Eros' daughter, Isis married Odin Riddle." He started to walk casually among all of the first year students, each one listening ever so carefully, "They had a son named Attis Riddle whom betrayed the Slytherins, by becoming a Gryffindor, and married another Gryffindor named Elenorum."
Harry nearly gasped out loud, but bit his tongue. That was his Great Great Grandmother.
"And they had two children. A girl named Cecilia, and our ol' trusted Slytherin everyone loves so much, Tom Riddle. And that's where the Riddle name stopped. As you all know, Proffesor Riddle never married, but Cecilia, on the other hand married another Gryffindor named Carson Potter." Higgins glanced over to Harry, whose eyes had grown wide with astonishment, and he smiled, "Cecilia and Carson had a son named James, and he married Lily. All of them, of course, Gryffindors, but then.they had a boy," He stopped and did an about-face and stared directly at the green- eyed boy, "and his name was Harry James Potter."
Higgins' arm flew out and he pointed his hand to the boy, "Mr. Potter, please step forward. Make yourself known to all of your Fifth Great Grandfather's followers."
Harry had grown a dark shade of red. He looked at Draco, who was of course staring at him with wide eyes, but soon enough snapped out of it and nodded, "Go on." He mouthed.
And hesitantly but surely, he took one step forward and murmurs of his presence broke out. There was no longer the unnerving silence, but instead whispers were being passed among them all and the stares he was received was enough to make a chill run down his spine.
Higgins walked back over to him and knelt in front of the boy and took his left arm and placed the tip of his wand on his bare sensitive pale skin, "I'm going to cast the Morsmorde on you. If you are the Heir of Slytherin." but he never finished. Instead he lifted his wand slightly, "Morsmorde!" his eyes closed and a wave of coldness washed over Harry's body and went directly up his spine making him arch his back in sheer pleasure. The dark sheet that washed over his whole body only lasted a second, and Harry soon stood up straight feeling renewed and refreshed then collapsed backwards in comforting arms, completely exhausted.
"Then, it is true." Whispered Higgins, "He is the Heir of Slytherin." He stood, with Harry still cradled in his arms.
The boy holding the known heir was saying something to everyone else, but Harry couldn't hear, as another, more familiar, sheet of darkness left him to his own sanctuary.
End of Chapter 6
Well.............................whadda ya think?