I've been sitting on this idea for a while. When I read the Harry Potter books, or really any book for that matter, I'm always frustrated with how merciful and forgiving the hero is. I understand that these actions are what make the hero heroic, but I would still love to see a main character cut loose and give the baddies what they deserve. Enter Slytherin's Stand. This story is going to follow a Slytherin student of Hogwarts that stays behind and fights in the final battle that takes place in the climax of the final book. The first few chapters are going to be build up and back story. I'm really excited for what's to come. I hope this turns out well.
Disclaimer. Cover image is not mine. I found it on google. I think the artist is DeviantArt user sadwonderland but I could be wrong. Should the true artist not wish for me to use the image, they only need to say so. Thanks.
Thomas didn't need to wonder if something was wrong the moment Professor Slughorn burst through the dungeon doors that led to Slytherin's Dormitory. The man looked out of breath and scared for his life. "Students!" He called for the Slytherins already asleep, rousing them from their slumber. "Students! All of Slytherin House must meet in the Great Hall at once! Come on then! Get up and get dressed! Don't forget your wands! Come on-" He stopped at the sight of Thomas, awake, reading a book by the fireplace, and watching the professor with keen curiosity.
"Thomas… I- Wha- My boy, what are you doing awake?" Professor Slughorn sputtered as weary eyed and half asleep Slytherins began to fill the common room. "Oh no matter. My dear students, we all must go the the great hall at once. I fear something terrible is about to happen. Come now."
The professor started to herd the students out of the dungeon. Thomas was the last to leave. He trailed behind the rest of his house unwilling to be included amongst their ranks. 7 years of being a Slytherin and he has always worn his sigil with pride, until this year. As he watched his housemates use the cruciatus curse on other Hogwarts students and become the pawns of Death Eaters, he very slowly grew to hate his house. Salazar Slytherin was a remarkable wizard, but there was no evidence to suggest he was a dark wizard. At most he could have been considered a dick. But in all of Thomas' studies he could never find reason to believe Salazar Slytherin had embraced the dark arts like modern day Slytherins suggested.
Slughorn's chastising voice pulled Thomas out of his thoughts. The poor man seemed very distraught. What has gotten him so flustered? What could possibly be happening now that is worse than what has been happening all year? Students being tortured and the Deatheaters taking control of Hogwarts didn't cause too much of a fuss. So what could have happened that required to rouse the students in the middle of the night?
All the other Slytherins were about to enter the Great Hall when Thomas saw him. The sight had stopped Thomas dead in his tracks. Harry Potter. He was chasing after Professor Flitwick asking a slew of questions. He had returned. That arrogant bastard returned to Hogwarts and has put them all in danger. And he wasn't even trying to be subtle and sneak through the halls. No, he was running and shouting and letting all of the wizarding world know where exactly he was. It's like he wanted to get all of the students killed. "That mingy git…" Thomas muttered under his breath, anger and fury filling his chest. "That motherf-"
"Thomas! Hurry up now!" Professor Slughorn called for him. Thomas hurried into the Great Hall and took a seat at the Slytherin Table. As soon as he looked up his dark brown eyes locked onto a certain Ravenclaw's deep blue ones across the hall, and for a short moment, he felt a sense of peace.