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Heirs of the Founders 8
Heir of Slytherin's Accomplice
Tom seized the opportunity to attack another student for the first Quidditch match. It would be the second attack and Tom wanted it to go as smoothly as the first. With Olive as his accomplice, it was easy for Tom to fulfill his duty as the Heir of Slytherin. He had her kill the roosters, find information on every muggleborn in the school and he had her make sure they were alone when he attacked them. Tom had it easy. All Tom had to do was open the Chamber of Secrets and let the basilisk out to play. However, Olive didn't care she did so much of the work. It made her feel accomplished. She would go down in history as the witch that worked along side the Heir of Slytherin.
The night before Slytherin played Gryffindor, the two put their heads together to go over their game plan.
"All right," said Olive, "I'll give Terrence Jordan detention first thing in the morning. I'll have him scrubbing the dungeon hall. He'll be alone…no one comes to the dungeons besides us."
"Won't that be suspicious?" Tom inquired. "Him having detention when he's caught?"
Olive grinned and squeezed her boyfriend's face. He rolled his eyes. He really hated it when she did that. He wasn't into all that cutesy, coupley, romantic nonsense. Yes, he realized she was gorgeous, very useful and he did like kissing her every now and then, but sometimes, she just made him feel very unlike himself.
"You worry too much, Tommy," she said. "Terrence has been acting up lately and I warned him if I caught him in the act again, I will give him detention. No one would be able to piece it together. Just make sure you don't let the basilisk out until at least five minutes into the game, incase anyone is late getting to the match."
It was true that Terrence Jordan was a little troublemaker. Though he was only a second year, he had played many practical, but humorous jokes on the other students.
"But how will you catch him at anything?" Tom inquired. Even though he liked her help, he wanted to be sure her ideas would work. The plan had to be flawless.
"I'll make him do something stupid," Olive said. "I've been waiting to try the Imperious Curse on someone."
Tom sighed. "You know how hard it would be to use an Unforgivable Curse on someone?"
"I've practiced on my cat," she said, "and it worked fine. Trust me, Tom…it will work out like a charm."
--
The practical joker Terrence Jordan didn't know what was about to happen to him as he came into the Great Hall for breakfast the next day. He was on his way to the Gryffindor table to sit with his friends when he suddenly stopped. He walked over to the Slytherin table, just standing at the end.
"What do you want, Jordan?" demanded Elmer Hornby, who was seated at the end of the table. He had the same curly blond hair as his older sister, Olive.
Instead of replying, Terrence picked up Elmer's pumpkin juice and poured it over Elmer's head. Elmer yelled and jumped up to his feet. "You'll regret that, Jordan!"
Suddenly, Jordan eyes changed to its normal black. Jordan blinked and discovered himself at the edge of Slytherin table. He was confused for a moment, and then he laughed, shaking his head of dreadlocks. Olive walked to the two boys with her hands on her hips.
"Think it's funny playing with people's food, Jordan?" she demanded.
"What?" Jordan said.
"Well, Jordan, you're going to miss the Quidditch match this morning."
"What? Why?"
"Because you'll be in detention," she said, "cleaning the dungeon hallway."
"But--," Terrence said.
"I warned you that the next time I caught you breaking the rules," said Olive, "I'll give you detention."
"Why don't you give him a week's worth of detention while you're at it?" questioned her brother, wiping the pumpkin juice from his face.
"Maybe I will," she said with a smirk as she waved her hand over her brother, cleaning him up in an instant. "You've chosen the wrong person to play a prank on this time. Now get to the dungeon and start scrubbing. I want to see my face by the time the match is over."
Jordan frowned and sulked down to the dungeon with a water bucket in hand. Olive turned to her brother.
"Finish your breakfast and get to the pitch," she said. "And remember, even if we lose to Gryffindor today, we'll still get our own victory today."
"How you mean?" Elmer inquired as he sat back down. "With Jordan's detention?"
"Oh, er, yes," said Olive, slightly startled. "Of course."
When the students left for the match, Olive hung by the double oak doors. She heard the match start and she looked at her watch. By the shouts of the Gryffindors, she could tell that they were in the lead. She didn't care. Just as she told her brother, Slytherin would have a victory.
--
As the rest of his house was at the pitch cheering the team on, Terrence Jordan was on his hands and knees, scrubbing the cold, stone floor of the dungeons. He was muttering to himself about the Slytherins. He couldn't figure out how he got into this mess. One second he was in the doorway of the Great Hall and he was standing by the Slytherins the next. Terrence sighed and tried to think of the match. Gryffindor was going to win. He was sure of that. Gryffindor had the best Quidditch team of the school and many of the famous Quidditch players had gone to Gryffindor. Terrence moved to the water pail to dunk his cloth in the water and as he looked in the pail, he saw something in the reflection. Before he could move to see what it was, his body went stiff and rigid, and he fell forward, knocking over the bucket of water as he went.
--
Raye was always telling her brother to shape up and to work hard and stay out of trouble. She rarely yelled at him positively, except during Quidditch. Harold made Chaser in his second year and the boy was an excellent flier. He wanted to try out for Seeker but Raye forbid it, by telling her brother that the Seeker always got hurt the most and he'd make a better Chaser. Aside from being prefect, Rufus Scrimgeour was Captain of the team and he played Keeper. Sometimes Raye cheered more for Rufus than her own brother.
"Excellent save, Rufus!" she yelled.
"Raye, Harold just scored," said Myrtle, pointing at the Slytherin end.
"What?" said Raye.
"Ten points for Gryffindor!" announced Minerva McGonagall, the commentator. Though she was mostly strict and stiff, she was a different person during Quidditch. No one pegged her for a Quidditch fan. "That was Harold Potter. Well done, Potter!"
"Oh, yes, go Harold!" exclaimed Raye.
"Too bad Gwendolyn can't be here," sighed Myrtle. "She's an excellent Chaser."
"Don't worry, the school got mandrakes," Raye said. "We can bring her back, once the mandrakes get old enough. Let's just hope no one else gets attacked.
The Gryffindor Seeker, Callie Johnson spotted a gold ball with wings whizzing past her. She gasped and flew after it, dodging Bludgers as she went.
"I think Johnson saw the Snitch!" said Minerva, rising up from her seat. "Yes, she has!"
A Bludger flew at her outstretched arm, then Brutus Scrimgeour came at her side and whacked the Bludger back at the Slytherin team, knocking out the Slytherin Seeker in the process.
"It's yours, Johnson!" Brutus exclaimed.
Callie finally caught up with the Snitch and the game was over. The Slytherins booed and groaned. The Gryffindors were on their feet, shouting in glory.
"Callie Johnson has caught the Snitch!" Minerva cried out. "Excellent catch! Wonderful! Gryffindor wins, 250 to 110!"
The Gryffindors raced to the tower to celebrate while the Slytherins wandered to the dungeon to sulk. They complained about the match all the way down. The Slytherin Captain, Ramsey blamed his players for their poor performance.
"If you scheduled enough practices," argued one of the Chasers, "then maybe we would've been more prepared!"
"Hey, look!" said someone in the front, pointing ahead of them. A young black boy in Gryffindor robes was laying in a puddle of soapy water. A few girls screamed and tried to move back.
"It's Terrence Jordan," said a second year boy.
"What is going on here?" said a voice behind the Slytherins. It was Professor Slughorn.
"Professor Slughorn!" exclaimed a girl. "Ter—Terrence…"
The Slytherins made a path for their bulky head of house and Professor Slughorn walked forward. He gasped in shock when he found Terrence Jordan on the ground.
"We've only just found him, Professor," said the Quidditch Captain. "We didn't do it."
"Get to the common room now," he told his house.
The Slytherins passed their head of house and Terrence. Slughorn warned the other teachers and brought Terrence to the Hospital Wing. His condition was the same as Gwendolyn Morgan's. Though his students told him they hadn't done it, Slughorn knew that one of them did. The Heir of Slytherin was indeed a Slytherin. He hated to think one of his students was capable of this, but he believed they were capable of anything.
--
The school became more nervous with the news of Terrence's attack. Olive Hornby was pleased that she wasn't suspected but she wished she had chosen another Quidditch player to join Gwendolyn. She could've increased Slytherin's chances of winning. Because the attack happened during a Quidditch match, Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw were concerned that their match would be cancelled. To their relief, the match went on as planned. However, Olive and Tom used the opportunity for a double attack. Olive discovered that though they played on different teams, Jocelyn Banks of Ravenclaw, Phil Hansen of Hufflepuff had a thing for each other, and the two of them were muggleborn.
Putting them together was easy. Olive wrote love letters for the two of them. She took out her best parchment and ink.
Dear Phil,
There is something I want to tell you that cannot wait. Meet me at the Quidditch closet before the match. It's very important.
Jocelyn
She wrote a similar message to Jocelyn from Phil. Frowning, Tom Riddle looked over her shoulder as he read the love notes.
"Are you sure this will work?" he inquired.
"I haven't failed you yet, have I?" Olive asked as she placed the notes into pink envelopes.
"No—but—how do you know if they'll actually come to the Quidditch closet?" Tom asked.
"Because they love each other," Olive said, "if you understood a thing about love, then you'd know this would work."
Tom rolled his eyes and shook his head. "How do you know they like each other anyway?"
"Because I've seen Jocelyn write his name in the loos," Olive said with a smirk, "and all over her notebooks. Haven't you ever noticed the way they look at each other?"
Tom shrugged. He never cared about something as silly as sentimental love feelings. Tom Riddle understood many things, but love was not one of them.
"I suppose," sad Tom. "Just make sure they're in the Quidditch closet by the time I get there."
"No worries," said Olive.
--
At breakfast, fifth year Ravenclaw Jocelyn got her message from Phil. "Jocelyn, are you all right?" Amy inquired, watching Jocelyn's hands shaking.
"I—I'm fine, I just got to go." Jocelyn got up to her feet.
"But the match," said the Ravenclaw Quidditch Captain.
"I'll be there," Jocelyn insisted, "don't worry." Without another word, Jocelyn rushed out of the Great Hall.
Phil Hansen noticed Jocelyn leave the Great Hall and he looked at the note from her. He secretly liked her and he assumed she had feelings for him too. Judging by the way she ran out of the Graeat Hall, she was too shy to approach him. Thus she used a note to get his attention. Phill was a fifth year and the Captain of the Hufflepuff team. Could he really talk to her now?
"Bad news?" Serena asked him, watching Phil fold the letter back up and put it in his pocket, frowning.
"I'm not sure," he said. "You know Jocelyn Banks from Ravenclaw?"
"Yes," Serena answered.
"I—well—like her," Phil groaned. "And I think she likes me…she wants me to meet her in the Quidditch closet."
"Well what are you waiting for?" Serena demanded, grinning. "Go meet her!"
"But, what do I say?" Phil muttered.
"She invited you, right?" Serena inquired.
"Yes," he replied.
"Well, wait for her to speak first," Serena told him. "Then tell her how you feel."
"What about the Quidditch Match?"
"Quidditch can wait!" Serena shouted. "If you love her, you should go tell her!"
"I—don't know if I love her," mumbled Phil.
"Just get going!" Serena insisted. "At least find out why she invited you. Maybe she just wants you to hear her out."
"All right, I'll go," said Phil, slowly getting up.
"That's the spirit!" said Serena excitedly. "Good luck!"
--
Jocelyn Banks paced around in the small Quidditch closet. Her crush wanted to see her. Was this really happening? The door opened and Phil Hansen entered the room. She stopped from her pacing and stood still.
"H-hi, Phil," she whispered.
He was indeed cute. He was tall, with light brown hair and gray eyes. She was short and thin, hazel eyes and blond hair. She had the perfect build for a Seeker.
Phil cleared his throat as he walked closer into the room. "Um, hey…what did you want to see me for?"
Jocelyn raised an eyebrow. "What? You told me to meet you here."
"That's what you said in your note," he said, withdrawing it from his pocket. She took hers out as well and they examined them.
"That' snot my handwriting," said Jocelyn, blushing. "Oh, someone played a cruel joke on me! Who would've done this?"
Jocelyn turned away and put her hands on her face. "I'm so, so sorry!
"M-maybe it was a friend of mine," said Phil.
"What kind of friend would do something like this?"
"Well…I don't know," said Phil awkwardly. "maybe a friend that is comfortable telling a girl…or a boy…that they like them."
"What?" Jocelyn turned around, wiping tears away hurriedly.
"I mean…I guess someone is just trying to help me, help us talk to each other, you know?" Phil said.
"So you do like me?" Jocelyn asked, stepping toward him.
Phil nodded.
Jocelyn beamed. "I—I like you."
"You want to go with me to the next Hogsmeade Weekend?" Phil asked her.
"Yes, yes of course!" Jocelyn cried.
"Well…I guess we should get out there," said Phil, opening the door for her. Jocelyn walked out and then slipped. She screamed in surprised and Phil grabbed her arm.
"Are you all right?"
"There's water here," she looked at the water on the floor, then fell to the ground. When he saw the water to, he fell down beside her.
--
Both Quidditch teams waited and waited for their extra team members to come down. Hufflepuff couldn't even come out to the pitch without their captain. Ravenclaw had a reserve Seeker, but Hufflepuff did not have a spare Captain. In fact, none of the teams had a spare Captain. Phil had all the plans for the match. They didn't know what to do. Even if they had someone to play Beater for him, if Phil didn't come out to the pitch, Hufflepuff would have to forfeit.
"What's taking him?" demanded the other beater, David Rodgers. Unlike Phil Hansen, David had a stockier build and looked more like a Beater.
"No idea," said Seeker Pamela Dorsey. "He was at breakfast today but he left pretty early. I assumed he was coming straight here."
"We can only wait ten more minutes," said Chaser Laurence Penman, checking his watch. "If Hansen doesn't get here until then, we'll have to forfeit."
As everyone sat at the pitch, waiting impatiently for the match to start, Serena began to wonder if telling Phil to go the Quidditch as a good idea. What if it didn't go well and he's moping in the common room? Serena got up.
"Where are you going, Serena?" Edward McMillan inquired.
"To the castle," she replied. "I'll be right back."
She hurried down the steps and away from the stadium. The castle was as dead silent with everyone outside watching the game. Serena walked down the ground hall to the Quidditch closet. She screamed when she found the two familiar bodies laying right at the Quidditch closet.
"Phil! Jocelyn!" Serena ran to their prone bodies and checked on them. They were stiff and rigid and their eyes were open and but unfocused. Serena lowered her head down to check if they were breathing. They weren't. The only sign of life she found was that their hearts were still beating. They were like lifeless statues. A trail of spiders were creeping up a wall near them and into a window.
"Spiders!"
Serena backpedaled away, sobbing and she ran back to the arena again. She climbed up the benches to her Head of House, Professor Root. Professor Root was average-height witch with white hair and glasses. She was always wearing gardening gloves.
"Pr-Professor Root!" gasped Serena. "There's been another—Phil and Jocelyn—they didn't—Heir of Slytherin--Spiders!"
"Serena, calm down," said Professor Root firmly yet gently. "Take a few moments to catch your breath."
Professor Root reached into a bag and pulled out an herb. She told Serena to breathe it in. She took a couple of breaths, but the herb did not work. Her nerves was still shocked. Nearby Hufflepuff had Serena sit down.
"What happened, Serena? Has the Heir of Slytherin attacked another student?"
Serena nodded. "Yes…two. Phil Hansen and Jocelyn Banks. That's why they're not here. They were going to meet each other at the Quidditch closet and when they didn't come—I thought I'd go remind them and---and I found them there---I thought they were dead! But I swear, I had nothing to do with it Professor!"
Serena folded her hands over her face and wept. Professor Root patted Serena's shoulder and went to speak with Professor Dippet. Professor Dippet looked very worried once Professor Root gave him the news. He stood up and magnified his voice.
"I'm afraid this match has been canceled. Everyone please return to your dormitories right away."
Moans and murmurs spread across the arena as the students went to their dormitories.
"What do you think happened, Raye?" Myrtle asked as they walked back to the castle. "You don't think someone else was attacked, do you?"
"That would explain why Phil and Jocelyn didn't show," said Raye. "I'm sick of this Heir of Slytherin—whoever he is—he keeps running everything for the rest of us."
--
Because of the last two attacks happening during Quidditch matches, Professor Dippet decided to cancel Quidditch for the rest of the year. He did not alert the Ministry of Magic. He was saddened what was happening to the school. He did not want the Ministry of Magic think that there was at his school. When he had gone to Hogwarts in his day, Hogwarts was a place of fun and learning. Now it was a place of disaster and chaos. He had to do something to keep Hogwarts open but at the same time, he had to keep it safe. He had prefects and teachers take turns standing guard at night. Dippet didn't' think the Heir of Slytherin would try to sneak an attack in the middle of the night, but he believed the Heir of Slytherin may leave a trap for a muggleborn student. It was hard for Serena to stay up so late, but if it was to help protect Hogwarts, she did it.
As the holidays approached, students were anxious to go home where they didn't have to worry about a monster attacking them. Though students liked to spend Christmas in the big castle, they didn't feel comfortable about doing that this year. Many students (including purebloods) planned to go home for the Christmas holidays, and most of them didn't even want to come back. Amy, Raye and Serena somehow felt compelled to stay in Hogwarts, though they feared for the safety of the school. They knew that the Heir of Slytherin would remain at the school and he would use the scarcity of students to his advantage. They did not know why they felt as if they should stay. They just had a strong, unbelievable desire to protect the school. Though Serena was willing to stay, she was adamant that her younger brother should go home.
"Sammy, I'm a prefect," she said restlessly to her brother as he was getting on the train back home. "I'll be fine. Professor Dippet wants a few prefects on guard for patrol."
"But what if something happens?" Sammy questioned nervously.
Serena laughed. "Don't worry. We're half-bloods! Salazar Slytherin said nothing about clearing the school of half-bloods, didn't he?"
"But Dad's muggleborn and…"
"Sammy, I have to stay," Serena said firmly. "Now hurry on that train before it leaves! And please give this to Mum and Dad for me."
Serena handed her brother a box and he took it. She kissed her kid brother on the top the head and he got on the train.
"Just don't…do anything stupid, all right?" he said through the window.
Serena furrowed her brow and folded her arms. "Now whatever gave you that idea?"
"Sometimes you have a habit of doing things without thinking them through," said Sammy and the train started rolling away.
Serena walked along the train. "I'll be careful. We'll find out who the Heir of Slytherin is soon enough."
"Serena, don't you try to catch him!" said Sammy. "He's dangerous!"
"I'll know what to do," said Serena. "Don't worry about me. I'll be fine. Give my love to Mum and Dad….and oh…say hello to Arabella for me!" She waved her brother goodbye.
When Serena couldn't see her brother anymore, she lowered her hand and turned around, frowning. She wished she was on the train with him. She wanted to spend Christmas in Wales and her family. Instead, she would be remaining at Hogwarts. Serena remembered Hogwarts was like a second home to her. It wasn't like that anymore. Serena felt as if she would be spending Christmas in Hell.
Amy and Raye joined her side after saying goodbye to their brothers. "Don't you wish you were going home?" Serena asked her friends as they started moving back to Hogwarts. It was getting chilly.
"I do," said Amy.
"Not me," uttered Raye, folding her arms. "We're going to catch the Heir of Slytherin. He's in that castle somewhere and we're going to find him."
"What do you mean we?" Serena questioned. "That's up to Professor Dippet."
"Professor Dippet may be the Headmaster of this school but he doesn't know everything about his students," said Raye. "He doesn't witness them in classes, and what they do when they're alone. The students spend most of their time together."
"But we don't know everything about the House of Slytherin," said Amy. "We can't necessarily go to the Slytherin table during breakfast and ask if they're the Heir of Slytherin."
"I know," said Raye. "But we'll find a way. I have a feeling that we're the ones who have to catch the Heir of Slytherin."
"What do you mean?" Serena inquired.
"I just feel like it's our destiny," Raye said with a shrug. "I've been dreaming about it, us catching the Heir of Slytherin and turning him in. I feel like we're the only ones able to solve this mystery."
Serena laughed. "I just got a crazy idea…we need to catch the Heir of Slytherin…what if we were the Heirs of the other three founders?"
Raye laughed as well. "Us? Heirs?"
The three girls laughed about how silly the theory was, but they were about to learn it was more than just a silly theory.
TO BE CONTINUED