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I am the Bloody Baron. What is my name, you ask? I have no name. I suppose I did at one point, but I have none now.

If I had a name, would any of you call me by it? Because all any of you call me is the Bloody Baron. How creative.

So you want to know about me? Odd one, you are, small first year. Most are scared of me. But since you asked me politely, I suppose I shall tell you my tale.

I was born into nobility, ages ago. No, I cannot remember the day, nor the year. Quit interrupting!

My father owned a portion of land surrounding this very castle. I believe they call it Hogsmeade now. A couple by the name of Zonko own it? It doesn't matter; I can't leave the castle grounds. My brothers and I all went to school here when it opened, for my mother thought education was important to climbing the ladder of society. I was thirteen, older than you when the school opened. My youngest brother was ten, and I remember him throwing a fit since he couldn't go yet.

We traveled by magic carpet to Hogwarts. There was no Floo system back then, and no Hogwarts Express either. I remember one family who came on threstral back. Times were different.

I, like you, small first year, was sorted into Slytherin. Back then, blood purity was not an issue, because having a muggle for a lover was unheard of. No halfbloods. Muggleborns were taken from parents and fostered. Godric hated that. But wizards would get executed if they found out you were magical and you courted a muggle. Indeed, that's how Professor Binns died. Then the students and staff went mad with revenge and killed the muggles near here. Some wizarding families and shops set up here, and Viola, Hogsmeade was born. Did he teach you that in your history class? Not yet? Hmm.

Salazar was a strict man. He tolerated no mischief, even if it was from his own House. I remember once hexing a boy who tripped Helena. The brat had boils for the better part of a fortnight. But Salazar was irate. He had higher expectations of decorum than that Scottish woman teaching Transfiguration. What's her name? McGraw? I wrote so many lines, my hand cramps just thinking of it. He wanted to use the bullwhip on me, but Helga intervened. He would tunnel a hole in his grave to the Colonies if he knew what that Snape man turned this House into. Name-calling, bullying younger children, fixing Quidditch matches. Call Salazar anything you want, but never call him unfair.

It was in my fifth year that I met the loveliest girl in England. Her name? Helena Ravenclaw, daughter of the Rowena Ravenclaw. 'Course, she thought I was a lowly boy and beneath her notice. Her mother liked me.

Then Helena ran off. Took something of Rowena's. She wanted me to track her down.

Rowena was on her deathbed, and wanted to speak with 'Lena before she passed on, so she sent me to get Helena from wherever she had run off to.

So I traveled to Albania.

Now, Helena did not want to go back. We fought, and she ended up stabbed.

Yes by my blade, brat, quit interrupting! Oh. Did I scare you? 'Lena always said I wasn't good with children...

Back to the story! I couldn't bear the thought of being without her, and so I stabbed myself. But I couldn't bear moving to the afterworld after what I had done, so here is my penance.

Gruesome tale, isn't it? Now go to bed, small first year; it is late, and you do not want Severus finding you out past curfew.