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This story was inspired by J.K. Rowling's Harry Potter series. Therefore, I do not own the characters except for Gwenyth Elwyn, who I had made years ago.
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Gwenyth Elywn
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The Dark Summoning
Chapter Five: Poison in the Veins
He stared defiantly into his eyes, not blinking once or turning away. The man that stood in front of him wore a dark cloak, concealing the noble attire of a Slytherin. He was one of the four founders of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. In his eyes, he was the only worthy of being the leader of the Wizarding world. He was a pureblood and knew better than to intermarry with the muggles, unlike his fellow founders.
Godric Gryffindor had married a muggle born without a second thought as to what he was doing. He, according to Salazar, had polluted his bloodline with the unmagical and unspecial blood of a muggle. Salazar would have never done such a thing, in fact he took his hatred, repugnance, and prejudice towards muggles, a step further. He intermarried with his relative and had children through her, raising his son to do just the same.
Salazar had gone on a campaign against, what he called, the muggle and mudblood filth that stained this world. He visited areas in the world where muggles lived in harmony with wizards and witches, teaching his people the lesson of purity. He had struck down many of the magical communities, staining the ground with their blood, which had been desecrated by the union with those muggles and muggle borns.
He was now in a small village, in Indonesia. One of the muggles did not give him the respect he, so arrogantly believed he, deserved, he treated Salazar like an equal! How dare he! Salazar would teach this filth a lesson, but for now he stared intently into the muggle man's eyes, trying to break that foolish muggle's confidence in himself. But no, the man would not give in. He stood straight up and looked into the eyes of Salazar. The eyes that were like pools of darkness, which were flashing with a fire of growing rage.
"How dare you address me as your equal, Muggle Filth!" snarled Salazar as he pointed his wand at the Muggle. "Bow down now and you will be forgiven your treachery."Using the art of legilimency, he understood when the man, shaking his head, spoke in his native tongue, refusing to bow down to another human being. Salazar had enough, "Very well, then." He pointed his wand at the muggle man.
"I will just make you, then." The other wizards and witches, deprived of their wands and having been magically bound by the prejudicial man, watched in fear. Expecting the Cruciatus curse to be used, but it was not. Instead the man hissed, like a snake, a language only he could understand and with a scream the muggle man fell to the ground. Or more like sunk to the ground, scales appeared on his hands, his arms, his legs, and his face. His face transformed, his eyes, his ears, his nose, his mouth.
His eyes begin to grow smaller, the whites being swallowed up by black. The pupils being narrowed into slits. His nose begin to sink into his face, his mouth growing into a snout, his teeth shattering, as fangs, twisted and snarled, appeared. Soon his arms and legs were gone. All that remained was the snake. It hissed and spoke, a language unable to be understood by any, except Salazar Slytherin himself.
"You may say whatever you want, hold on to your defiance." Salazar laughed at the snake that darted towards him, ready to strike. "But the time will come when your curse will be complete. And when you will come and bow to me, as my slave." And he struck the snake with a spell, that seemed to stun it. He turned to all the witches and wizards that stared in horror.
"May this be a lesson to you all." He warned them, pointing his wand at each of the pale white, scared faces. "Never mess with Salazar Slytherin or his heirs for that matter." And he disapparated, leaving things as they had been, minus the snake that coiled and uncoiled in front of the horrified crowd.
The snake snarled and arched its head, ready to strike. He was trapped inside a shield of magic, safely kept away from harm or harming others. The witch that had brought him to the village's medicine man, kept her hood drawn over her face, as she still feared Salazar Slytherin.
"Strange." the medicine man muttered. "You found him like this?" he looked at the woman suspiciously.
"No, I saw him turned." she explained, for what must have been the tenth time that day. "It is Salazar's work." she whispered, leaning in.
"Hmmm…" the medicine man mused. "I suspect you want me to undo it?"
"Of course!" the woman said, exasperated.
"All right, bring it - him - to me then." the woman waved her wand, so the shield or cage, drifted towards the man, who was already grabbing some ingredients from a makeshift cabinet. He nearly jumped up when he heard the feral snarl from the snake, the cursed man.
"You sure this is not an actual snake?" the man asked, scratching his head in confusion.
"Yes, I know for a fact this was a man." the woman affirmed. "In fact, it is the same man that defended my people from the villagers back when we were discovered. He united us together and Salazar did not like it." The medicine man shook his head solemnly and then looked at the snake. It was dark, black. It scales glowed in the candlelight and its dark eyes seemed to piece into the man's soul.
"He lost his humanity." the man shook his head. "I can get it back, but the curse will be fulfilled. I can stall it though." he added as he saw the woman's disappointment in her eyes.
"Thank you." she whispered and placed her hand on the cage the snake was trapped inside. She had a strange expression on her face, an almost longing one. The medicine man noticed and smiled grimly.
"You love him, do you not?"
"Yes…" she admitted in defeat, hanging her head, her arms dangling at her sides. "More than anything." She took a final look at the snake and then glanced at the medicine man. "Do what you must."
"Of course." He sprinkled something into a wooden cup and then some mixture into a wooden bowl. He poured the cup into the bowl and began swishing the contents back and forth.
"You need to take down the charm." noticing the woman's horrified expression, he added. "It is the only way I can get him to drink this." she nodded and with a flick of her wand, the cage dissolved, the snake slithered for the man, ready to strike.
But the man, undeterred, took one look at the snake and then threw the contents into the air. The woman, recognizing her cue, whispered a spell that sent the liquid mixture flying into her lover's gaping and fanged mouth.
Soon standing in front of them was a man. The same man that had defied Salazar Slytherin and had caused a curse to be placed on himself. He stared at the woman, whispered something in Indonesian and wrapped his arms around her. It was then that she noticed his arms were still covered in scales.
Having been promised that the mixture would continue to take effect, until the moon's final phase was complete, the man still had scales and a hunger for rodents. The woman lovingly took care of him, even though all the others avoided him. She gave him food to eat, no rodents, and allowed him to sleep in her home.
The time came when the final phase was complete and the man's scales disappeared, allowing him to finally be allowed to marry the love of his life, without causing her to become isolated.
As the man strolled through the village, humming to himself, a loud whooshing sound could be heard. At first everyone thought it was the heavy winds that struck the little village, every time and again, but do winds take the form of a man. Not just any man. His eyes were pools of darkness, his skin was pale, he had a cloak and a wand in hand. Salazar Slytherin had returned at last.
The man hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do. Salazar gave him one look and grunted in disgust, "So someone has decided to lift your curse. Do they not know that I was the one that placed it on you?" The man nodded in response, he could still understand the strange man's speech, as he spoke parstlemouth to him.
"Very well then." Salazar said, with a nasty smile. "Lucky them. If I had learned there were others who opposed me, while it would be their last stand against me."
"Very well, Salazar." replied the man. "But no one knew what had happened." But then to the man's horror he heard her voice,
"Where are you?" she called to him, then seeing him, she rushed over. She soon noticed the cloaked man, Salazar. She stopped in her steps and felt fear rush over her.
"You dare speak to him, a muggle." Salazar spat, eyes flashing with anger. Unfortunately, the woman could not understand him as she pulled her lover away from the anger striken pure blooded wizard.
"Let's go, my love." she begged, but then the couple realized their mistake.
"How dare you!" Salazar snarle, wand drawn out from his cloak. "I believe you are the wayward witch that caused my curse to be lifted." he hissed the same curse once more, but with a different word added and the man was bent over double, in pain once more.
"No!" cried the woman as she drew her wand and screamed, "Stupify!" Slazar deflected the spell and with a roar, the woman fell to the ground, subjected to the Cruciatius curse.
"Leave her alone, please." the man begged Salazar, still grimacing and groaning in the pain of his transformation.
"I will," Salazar said, dark eyes focusing on the man. "If you do not fight your curse this time." he said softly as he lowered his wand, ending the unforgivable curse he had administered on the man's lover.
"Yes." was all he said in response, and bowing his head, closing his eyes, he turned once more.
It was months since he had changed back, from snake to man to snake again. He still had his humanity and his mind, but he was avoided by all, as he was cursed. The love of his life took care of him, but only in secret. Salazar Slytherin visited the village everyday to make sure all was the same.
The time came when Salazar died, or else vanished. For whatever reason, Salazar did not return. The woman seized her opportunity and took her lover, who was nearly gone mad from his curse, to the local medicine woman. The medicine woman was the daughter of the medicine man who had lifted the curse a long time ago.
She examined the snake, undeterred by his inhumane eyes and warped mind. The medicine woman explained to the witch what must be done. Although it was rather sickening, the witch consented, anything for her love.
The medicine woman mixed ingredients, the same her father had and layered it onto the snakes cold and scaly skin. She then took a knife, after having a spell placed on it by the witch, the medicine woman plunged it into the snake. A sharp and hissing cry issued from deep within the slick and oily black creature. It writhered, as his love fought back tears.
With a dreadful ripping sound, the medicine woman tore the creatures skin off, with the edge of the knife. Blood dripped on the floor, the skin curled and began to crumble once it hit the ground. Standing in front of them, panting and still in pain, was the man. His curse was lifted once more.
A different thing had happened after this second transformation. The man could change, more like shift form into the snake he once had been. He had learned this when he had attacked and nearly killed Salazar, who had not died after all, but had been on a long journey away (no one knew that he had created a place where he housed a creature that he would later have one of his heirs use as a genocide machine for muggles and muggle borns).
Salazar fled the village, too old to fight. He lived the last of his days teaching his son the curse he had used on the man. Encouraging him to perfect it and make sure the man did not live happily ever after. Then the time came where Salazar really did die and was buried. Then the son returned to the village.
In the dead of night, deeply and dreamlessly sleeping, they were awoken. The sound of crackling, the sound of screams, and the sound of cries, could be heard. The village was on fire. The flames rose high, towering and glowing brightly.
Thick smoke wrapped around, strangling its victims. Some died, others ran and fled, still others refused to leave their loved ones behind, succumbing to the flames and smoky air.
The man raced over to the center of the village and saw him. He was cloaked in darkness, as his father had been. His eyes were pools of black as well, fire of violence and malevolence filled them.
He laughed darkly as he watched the devastation, cursed flames shooting from the tip of his wand. The flames took on the forms of animals. Lions, griffins, snakes, dragons, and other horrifying and powerful beasts.
"You!" he hissed, sharing the same language of parstletongue, as his father did. "This is all your fault!" He struck the man with the back of his hand, causing him to collapse at his feet. "I perfected your gift." he said with a mirthless smile, he hissed a spell, one that was familar yet different. Cursing the man once more.
"You who gloried in your gift, will now resent it." he explained as the man began to turn, coiling into a snake, of his own voliation. "In time you will see that this gift is what my father intended it to be, a curse." And then he was gone. He had vanished into smoky darkness.
The man, or snake, soon lost his hunanity. The woman knew what she must do, she knew it was over, so she fled. She took her child and ran, leaving her lover to the devastating flames.
She raised her son in another village, having kept him safe from the truth. Her husband had wanted it to be so, he had told her that if he changed a third time, it would be for good.
"Do not try to save me from my curse." he had urged her, taking her by her shoulders, and kissing her. "Our child is all that matters now, not me." He caressed the side of her face and gave his son a kiss on the forehead, little had he known it would be the last time he did so.
Now, she was alone. With her son, who was no longer a little boy. He was a young man and he looked after her, taking good care of her. He missed his father, but did not say so to his mother, for fear of grieving her with the loss once more.
If only he had, for then he would have known what to do when he saw him again. He was a snake, no longer able to transform into a man, and he was no longer of sound mind. He spoke slyly to his son, persauding him to draw near to him. He told him he was his father and that he had been cursed by his mother, words that his new master had fed him with.
For his new master was Salazar Slytherin's son. The son waited patiently for the snake to lure the young man to him. His mother learned the truth and rushed to save him, getting struck dead by her husband in a split second. The son let out a cry of shock and sadness and tried to escape, but Salazar's son would not have it.
"No, boy." he hissed, eyes piercing into the young man's light ones. "You cannot leave until I give you the gift."
The son's snake father knocked him to the ground, tightening coils holding him in place.
"Administer it, Master." the snake hissed, bowing its head.
"Indeed I will, Snake." he turned to the young man and smirked, pointing the wand at him, and spoke the curse. The young man soon transformed into a coiling snake. The son turned to the other snake, shouted out a spell and killed him, in front of the newly cursed snake.
"Foolish creatures, you muggles are." he spat, eyeing the snake that was coiled next to his fallen parents. "This is all your father's doing. He defied my father, the great Salazar Slytherin." he disappeared, leaving behind the dead and the mourning son.
Centuries had passed, Salazar and his son had long been dead. But the Heir of Slytherin was very much alive. In fact, he decided to defy death and make sure he never went to the grave. He was Tom Marvolo Riddle. He was early on in his wicked and villainous journey to being Lord Voldemort, the most feared of all dark wizards. He had learned of his ancestor's, Salazar's, determination to trap the Indonesian man's family in a curse forever.
All his ancestors had successfully cursed that man's lineage for as long as they lived. Now it was Voldemort's turn to keep to the tradition. He knew the village was somewhere in Indonesia, but it had been cloaked by the wizards and witches that lived there.
He decided to send one of his followers there, as a spy. The spy returned with the news that the family had left long ago. The wizards and witches of that village had caught on and had sent them away, to protect them. The spy assured his master that all had been take care of, in that the village was burned to the ground and the inhabitants were all cursed to death.
"So, they are gone then." Voldemort said impassively as the spy nodded his head. "Very well, then. I have other business to attend to, but keep searching for them. They must not escape." And he was gone.
The news had arisen within the Ministry that a small Indonesian village had been burnt to the ground and the villagers were put to death by magical means. They were troubled and sought out the reason for such a meaningless and unexpected attack.
They found the spy, questioned him, using Veritaserum, they learned the truth. But they were too late. For Voldemort had heard from his spy of a traveling magical attraction in which a woman magically transformed herself into a snake.
He went to the location of the next performance and saw her tranform. It was her and he must curse her to hold to the tradition of binding the family in the curse. But then he saw a man, he looked almost like the woman.
Could they be related? He magically cloaked himself to learn more. The man turned to him, looking right at him, but then turned away, there was no way he could have seen Voldemort. Though he might have a curse runninng through his veins, he was a Muggle.
"Sister!" the man called as he grabbed his sister by the arm, dragging her behind the stage. "We must be gone!"
"What, you aren't making any sense!" she said, rolling her eyes.
"He wants us!" The man exclaimed, waving his arms frantically at his sister. He glanced towards the curtain and saw the gleaming of eyes. He turned to his sister, apologized and struck her, knocking her unconscious.
He then dragged her to a small room behind the curtain and hid her from view. He dropped to the ground, a hissing snake and slithered to the unsuspecting dark wizard.
"What do you want, wizard!" he snarled as he arched his neck to strike out.
"Ah," The dark wizard said calmly, flicking his wand and uncloaking himself. "My foolish ancestors must have allowed the spell to give you the ability to see past cloaking spells."
"I do not know what you mean, but answer my question or I will kill you." snarled the man, black, slitted pupiled eyes, flashing.
"Calm youself." hissed Voldemort with a mirthless smile. "I am only looking for your sister, I know she has a unique gift just as you do."
"No, she does not." the snake snarled, rearing towards the evil wizard. "She was spared the curse!"
"Ah," The wizard said, with a smile, eyes flashing. "Very well, then. I will adminster your curse then." He drew out his wand.
"Do it." the snake said through gritted fanged teeth. And the curse was administered.
The curse was reestablished in him. He knew he could not have children or a wife. Soon he would lose his mind and must escape from his sister to ensure her safety and her future would be uncursed.
But his sister, upset that she had been mislead and that her brother had sacrificed himself, began seeking help for him. Finding a witch that was descended from a long line of medicine men and women, she was able to slow down the curse. Then eventually stopped the loss of his humanity altogether.
But she was found out. The witch tortured to death, revealed the sister's secret. Voldemort angry that he had been mislead captured the man, and administered the Cruciatius curse in him. In an attempt to save him, his sister gave herself up. Voldemort then gave her the curse.
The long line of cursed snakes was fulfilled through the two. The she snake had lost herself too quickly and managed to capture her brother, allowing her new master to curse him as well. Still holding on to his sanity, her brother managed to bring her to a medicine man. The curse was lifted again, but it was in vain.
Voldemort returned to make sure it would be permanent and Nagini, for that was what the sister was named, lost herself again. The brother allowed himself to be cursed as far as being a permanent snake and vowed to save his sister.
His name was Gjarpër and he knew that the poison in their veins, even before Voldemort had been involved, was enough to bind them in the curse forever. The only thing he could hope for now, was the salvation of his sister.
But as time passed, she went into the nature of snakes. Killing, maiming and eating the flesh of man. He resented her. Though Gjarpër tried not to, he wanted her dead. This was his own insanity caused by the curse of a Maledictus.
So, when he had seen her face to face, with the loathsome wizard who had cursed them to begin with, he fell into a rage. The betrayal and hurt returned, he coiled himself around her. And with the poison in his veins, he tried to end her life.