Ginny choked back a sob as she collapsed into the foot of her new bed, her still pink and blue hair splaying out on her old plaid blanket like an angry cat's fur. Which was quite accurate to her mood, actually. She'd known in the back of her head that what the sorting hat had said would be at least somewhat true, but it hadn't really hit home until a few minutes ago. Elizabetha couldn't be there all the time, and when she wasn't, Ginny was defenseless. Just prior she had been caught in the Slytherin room by a couple of snakes who had been annoyed by her presence in their house, and suddenly Ginny had noticed a lack of friends in the sly house. Elizabetha and Peter were out with Draco and Blaise, and Mina wasn't in sight. Ginny had soon been left defenseless and was bullied and humiliated in front of all the other snakes.

And she hadn't been able to stop it.

At least if Gryffindor she could just let it out without worrying that it would bite her in the backside later, and that she'd at least have her opinion considered. Yet here, she understood enough of the system to know that she had little say in anything, and that whatever she said could be used against her. There was no reason for any of the other snakes to hold back. She was poor, and her family had no particularly high standing in the ministry. There would be no repercussions. What little status she'd had before had been because she was friends with Harry, but for all she knew, he may hate her now that she was a Slytherin, and honestly that friendship worked against her in this house. Suddenly, she wondered why she had never noticed these things before. She must have just been so absorbed in self pity to not notice. The sorting hat had been right. She was a snake with red hair. So what if Elizabetha was in this house, and her other close friends? Elizabetha had her own life, she couldn't just cling to the blond twenty-four seven. She would be left alone occasionally, and thus open to the full brunt of an attack. Just the same as it had been in Gryffindor.

With Elizabetha there, Slytherin had seemed like the perfect solution. But as it was turning out, when she as gone, it was far from it.

xXx

Tom scowled as he observed the man in front of him. He looked to be in his younger middle years, but Tom could tell that some of that aging was caused by the obvious abuse that the man must have suffered. His black hair was long, matted, and filthy, as was his beard. His body was starved skinny and hunched, his skin pale and covered in grime and his eyes bright but haunted, shining with insanity. In other words, his eyes alone were enough to judge him a Black. Tom was well acquainted with the Black family's madness from his school years with Orion, and the other boys eyes had always had that same shine.

Elizabetha had just brought the man in, and left immediately with the excuse that she had to go to classes, which Tom highly doubted considering how much she had been laughing when she left. Considering this chamber had once been his safe haven of solitude, it was getting far too crowded. He really had to fix that door. Although the half pixie would probably just break it down again. She'd already shattered two pillars and turned the walls pink again.

Apparently, his doubts as to Elizabetha's so called "honorable intentions" were shared by the new man. He was staring towards the entrance to the chamber with a look of disbelief and annoyance, also tinged with fondness.

"Hello. my name is Tom Riddle, pleased to meet you." Tom began stiffly, and then the other turned to give him a look of bewilderment before clearing his throat and shuffling awkwardly.

"Ah- yes. Mutual? Uh... My name is Sirius Black."

"Like the star? How peculiar." Tom answered, trying to be polite, though he wasn't sure why. Anyway, what was with the Blacks and their stars...

"Yes, I know it's strange... but I promise, I'm Sirius."

It took about a millisecond before Tom understood the joke, and against his will one corner of his mouth crept up in a tiny half smirk.

"I... see. Well. If you'll excuse me, I have a death to plot. A particular member of the ministry is being an idiot and needs to be taken care of."

xXx

Delores Umbridge stared down at her desk, or more specifically, the pink cup of tea that sat on her desk. The cup of tea just seemed... wrong, to her. She cast a quick look around her office. Her desk was in perfect order, her carpet still as pristine as ever, and the cats on the walls weren't making a peep, all lounging around in their plates and grooming themselves with the occasional small mewl of contentment. None showed any sign of distress. She looked back down again.

The tea looked right. It smelled right. The entire room was just as she had left it only moments ago when she had gone to see to some small problem with her secretary, Janie. But still... wrong. She cast a few spells with her wand, checking for any magical poison. Nothing. And many people had tried to poison Delores over the years, so her detection spells were perfect. There was no potion or magical poison in her tea.

With a small shrug she lifted the glass in a small toast to her cats, who gazed back at her with big eyes as she took a few sips of a the still warm liquid. A few moment later, she felt it. It was like as intense pain bloomed in her stomach as all of her functions froze. She couldn't breathe; literally couldn't breath, her lungs refused to work. Her sense of balance fell lax and she toppled off the side of her chair, collapsing to the floor with a dull thud and the shattering of her pink teacup as tea splashed all over her previously pristine carpet.

About five minutes later, Delores Umbridge lay dead on her floor. it was then that Jacob entered, chuckling to himself as he waved to the cats, all of who were meowing in distress after seeing their mistress collapse. Smashing their plates quickly silenced them, Jacob found. After that was done, Tom sneaked in as well, smirking at Delores' still form on the floor.

"I always did hate her. I've no idea how she acquired such a high position, but she's definitely on my list of stupid people regardless." He mumbled to himself, before turning to Jacob. "And do you know what the lesson here is, Jacob?" When the werewolf shook his head, Tom continued. "In a world where magical poisons are always an option... remember that Succinylcholine will work just as well, plus it won't be identified by spells. Anyhow, on to the next!"

xXx

Alright, so there's some proof that I'm still alive after all this time.

Succinylcholine is basically something that paralyses you. All of you. Lungs included. It can result in asphyxiation. I wasn't sure whether I wanted to use it or Botox, or maybe Death Camas, but I figured that since Death Camas is a poisonous plant it may be used in potions, and therefor detected by Delores' spell, and Botox is just so terribly unoriginal, so.

Really, the things I have to look up to write this stuff! I once had to look up how long it takes to burn a body, and once how long it took to give birth, even. If you looked through my search history, I probably look like some creepy murderer with really weird ships and a thing for pregnancy? I dunno...

I promise I'm not some creepy murderer with really weird ships and a thing for pregnancy, okay? Well, yes to the creepy and the weird shipping part, but not the murder or the pregnant thing, I swear!

Thank you for reading, please leave a review, and byeeeeee!