Summary: Slytherin fools the intruder to show him where the army to overthrow Hogwarts is…

Disclaimer: JK Rowlings creation is her own, the only profit I am making is the enjoyment of creating a story based on her works. And yes I shamelessly plagiarised my own work from History – Retold.

Armies

The intruder 'Luscious' or whatever his name was, was extremely happy and proud to lead me to the seemingly deserted village where those who wished to dispose Hogwarts were congregated. As I had suspected Lord d'Malfreds had stirred up most of the trouble with the half-blood parents, most of whom were fathers of students at Hogwarts. He had rallied muggles to. Some may say this was an odd army for a pure blood extremist, but I know better. It matters not from where you get your foot soldiers from. In Malfred's view their lives were meaningless to him. They fought for him but they were still nothing in the grand scheme of revenge.

I pulled my cloak over my face to hide my identity until I was complete inside the enemy camp. I knew that other than Malfred, Lord Standforde, who had rallied with him would instantly recognise me. There were other reasons for hiding my identity. I had constant mental contact with Gryffindor so that he and others he was leading could encircle and ensnare the enemy capturing them unaware. Maintaining a connection was risky but well worth the effort if I could keep what I was doing secret long enough.

"Milord." My guide swept his arm in front of him as we crested the hill. I felt a pang of anger as I caught sight of the numbers assembled against us. And in the centre was Malfred and his lap dog Standforde were mounted on a horse. Oscar d'Malfred was mounted beside his father; Beacen Standforde looked glum and irritable.

"What's your number?" I inquired forcefully.
"Seven hundred men…" Malfoy replied almost instantly with a smirk. How I wished I could wipe it off his face!

'Godric seven hundred men…'
'We've surrounded the encampment,' Godric relayed instantly 'I can even see you my old friend…'
'I will go down to Standforde and Malfreds and show them they are playing with fire…'
Godric didn't respond with words instead I felt his grim approval over my planned actions.

I arrogantly started down the hill without my guide who had to trot after me like a dog on his master's heels.

Standforde and Malfred's had their backs as I approached. Nevertheless I was sure the game was over when Beacen Standforde instantly recognised me. For a brief moment, I saw Beacen's lips part as if to warn his father. But then his lips closed and he looked away in shame.

Beacen stepped aside and let me pass. I did not look at him not wishing to bruise his already injured pride.

"Lord Malfreds what an engaging surprise…" d'Malfreds turned with his companions to look at me when he heard my voice. I smiled winningly as his face turned white from surprise then deep plum in anger.

Taking Malfred's look of anger as confusion my guide silded up to me and stated, "Lord Slytherin has come to aide us."
"I would like to beg to differ," I interrupted airly. "You see, my friend, you have been fooled."

Malfoy mouthed wordlessly. Obviously he had not expected Salazar Slytherin to react like this. "I am here not only to defend my school which was the result of my hard labour… but I am helping young Harolde to defeat your lord with magic he knows not."

"That is enough!" Tarrance yelled.
"No it is not enough," I replied calmly, looking to at fingernails unconcernedly "A true heart of Slytherin would never bring down the wizarding world… we are a race above mere muggles…! A Slytherin is noble among being sly and cunning! Be at peace, Malfoy that you have been fortunate enough to meet a man in whom a real Slytherin heart beats…"

I lifted his wand but at that moment a single word ripped through my consciousness…

'SLYTHERIN!'

The force that followed was so powerful that it swept all the muggles and half-bloods to their knees. Malfreds had been the main target of the attack stood no chance, he was pick up and thrown violently. His body snapping like that of a small twig.

Aware that my apprentice was about to try something foolish I had enough time to throw up a defensive shield and I was protected from the onslaught.

A few moments of violence past and then it was deathly still. Much like the eye of a storm. The dying down of strike of magic seemed to act as a signal for the surrounding wizards… and spells started to be cast everywhere.

Beacen Standforde was struggling to his feet beside me, evidently my shield had unwittingly protected him as well. He looked up at me with wide panicked eyes as I grabbed the sleeve of his jerkin.

"Get out of here boy!" I yelled.
Beacan looked to the unconscious frame of his father then back to me as if debating to help the father that hated him.

"Go now or you will regret your allegiance to your father and his most unworthy friends."
"But – but – but…"
"But nothing…." I snarled in return.
"But I owe him my obedience. He is my father…" The unfortunate Hufflepuff protested.
"Who would hesitate to have you burned at the stake if it would be of any gain to him…Now go…" Beacen Standforde took a parting look at his father, frowning deeply, "You could never be accepted in your clan boy…"

Beacen stirred beside and took a step backwards evidently feeling the hurt from the remark. It was true. Beacen Standforde was the only wizard in a family of illustrious muggles. His clan could never accept him for what he ended up to be. Never could he hold his head up in pride in his father's house. His descent into misery had started the night when dear Lady Badger had told Lord Standforde his youngest child had magical potential. He had lost what little standing he had in his father's eyes that day….

I ran with Beacen lumbering beside me when I first heard Rhodderyk's call for help. In that instant I remembered Harry and the amount of power that was used to cause such a turmoil… It could very well be the death of him.

I apparated by Rhoddy's position and immediately fell to my knees to assess Harolde's condition. Harolde's skin pulsed with power and was hot upon my touch. I shook my head sadly.

"He'll be alright…?" Rhodderyk looked crestfallen, "You'll be able to help him…?"
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Harolde was one of those apprentices who did numerous of stupid things and always managed to defy death. Despite being severely weakened for a prolonged amount of time dear Harolde was fine.

I was – I still am immensely proud of my apprentice Harolde. Some unsavoury characters say I murdered him for he did disappear from our society. Where ever he is I know he is striving to become a better wizard. And I know he'll succeed in the tasks fate has bestowed upon him.

I miss him dearly. The token he gave me upon his departure is always with me and I know from the little gold coin used to break rules when he is thinking of me.