A/N: Just as a pre-warning, I think I got them all, but just in case. My key board is a little messed up and keys like the U, M, R and sometimes G are playing up meaning sometimes they don't type. I think I corrected them all, but just in case I didn't then I apologise. Secondly. anyone watch Rose and Rosie on YouTube? Did you hear about what happened Friday? 'Cuz holy shit that was amazing, Congrats to them! :D and thirdly, this is a pretty descriptive chapter, but if you lookyou might see something that will be important in plot later on ;D. Hope you enjoy it :)
Disclaimer: Same as usual, 'cuz, you know, I don't actually own Harry Potter, Disney or Dream Works.
The Slytherin common room was perhaps the most different in comparison to all of the others. It was most certainly colder than any other common room in the school, and it had a chilly edge to it for those who did not spend most of their time in there.
There were four sturdy stone pillars in the main area, decorated with spirals and snakes curling up them. Also there were arm chairs with green cushions and silver arm furnishings, some coupled up in front of low tables and others facing the roaring fireplace that was the main attraction in the room. Above the blazing fire, held in a pearl fireplace, was the Slytherin crest, the original one, from ancient times. Along the wall that this crest hung upon were many tall windows, curved at the top with decorations of snakes entwined together near the point. A dull green light flooded through them and illuminated the dark common room in its ghoulish light which emitted from the lake, along with the circular ball lights that hung from the ceiling with some scattered candles to finish off the room.
Elsa sat on one of the green and silver armchairs, staring at the raging fire with her intertwined fingers below her chin, her little finger running over her lower lip softly.
She frowned at the flames, contemplating the events of that dinner while her friends quietly played Wizard's Chess at a shared table across the room.
The common room was empty now, as it had reached the hour where students were meant to go to bed for the next day, the excitement causing them to stay up a little longer than normal, but finally they were all gone.
Now there they were, in much wanted silence, as Xypher slithered around her arm and shoulders idly, gold tongue flicking out as he did so.
The frown on Elsa's brow furrowed and she leant back into the chair, sinking deeper into the soft cushions. She kept her gaze on the flickering fire, entranced by its movements, like a dance.
She knew what she had to do, so she closed her eyes and her body limped a little in relaxation, as though she had gone to sleep.
~Ax~
When Elsa reopened her eyes, she was in a dark room; she could make out no details, only that it was dark. She moved her hands from her face, watching as some sort of echo of her hands followed behind them a few seconds late, looking like mist floating from her hands.
"Will you ever remain unmystified by this place?" a deep voice asked her, she looked up from her hand and found the gaze of a tall man. He had long raven hair, hanging below his ears and between his shoulder blades. His dark green eyes were sharp and piercing, his lips were pulled up in an ever present smirk. He had a pale skin tone that was highlighted by both his hair and his clothing. A black jacket that flowed to his calves that had green inside it. Black and gold vambraces on his arms with black trousers and a black shirt underneath, with gold furnishings around his neck. Two other forms had appeared with him, one a white tiger with silvery fur that contrasted with its blazing blue eyes and black stripes that was curled up by his feet, and an emerald green snake with silver eyes, which was bigger than the man himself as is slithered up his back, over his shoulder and back to the misty floor again.
The smirk did not leave his face and he tilted his head.
"It has been a while young one."
"I am sorry sir, but there have been more complications which have made themselves present at the school."
"I know child, I have been watching it all," he let out a little chuckle, smirk growing again, "especially what happened in the corridor the past weekend. How naughty of you."
Elsa flushed a little, gained her composure and fought down the red that wanted to blossom more on her cheeks.
"Oh, and you may call me by my name here child, after all you are my heir, it seems fit that we be on mutual terms, does it not?"
Elsa's eyes widened for a fraction of a second, and then she nodded.
"Of course… Salazar."
Salazar chuckled and scratched his chin lightly, mirth seeping into his eyes.
"It certainly does sound weird to hear another person say that after so long, but enough of that. I want to know is what do you think is happening at the school at this moment? If you have been paying attention as I trained you, then I expect you to have been able to figure it all out by now."
Elsa straightened her back and stared Salazar in the eyes.
"I have reason to believe that this is just another plot, another ploy that has been set in place by either the Death Eaters or another dark warlock in rising."
"And why do you think that?" Salazar started to pace, the snake falling from his shoulders and slithering over to Elsa, curling around her feet affectionately.
"The last time the tournament was held it was at this school, by the laws of the tournament then it must be held at a different participating school every time it is held. This means that someone must have convinced a higher member of the Ministry to hold it here."
"Yes, and why do you think they would want the challenge here?"
"Well, I believe they are trying to find someone, although I am not sure who or why they would want them."
Salazar nodded and stopped in his pacing, clicking his fingers. Moments after he had, a mist rose above his hand and showed a scene from many years ago. Elsa recognised the person this image was focused on, a boy with emerald green eyes, circular glasses, a mess of raven hair and a scar that would forever be remembered. He looked scared, petrified even. Then he walked down the hall with all of the other student's accusing eyes following him, until he reached Dumbledore and took a piece of singed paper from his hands. Elsa could read out what it said.
Harry Potter
"Years ago, when the tournament was last held, Harry Potter was illegally entered into the tournament and was unable to leave it as it was a magically binding contract. If he did not compete, then the goblet's magic would fight his own and would either kill him or steal all his magic away, leaving him as useless as a Squib. I have a feeling Elsa, that someone will try to put your name into the goblet."
Elsa nodded and tightened her hands a little behind her back.
"What should I do Salazar?"
Salazar waved his hand and the image faded, he took his hand away from his chin and faced Elsa dead on, a smirk on his face once more.
"Well my dear child, while it is a little early, I could not think of a better way to prove yourself to the school."
"The school? I care not about what those pathetic children think of me."
"Not the school students Elsa. Rather, the actual school itself. The building."
"I… I do not understand Salazar."
The snake at her feet hissed words of encouragement and slithered up to her shoulder, rubbing its head against her neck soothingly.
"I have told you many times the duties that will fall upon you for being my heir, the bonds and the sacrifices you must make. While you have recently made one of these bonds, another must be formed. A bond with the school.
"As my heir, you must gain the school's respect. It has happened before; where an heir is abandoned as they were not strong enough for the school. So, you will prove you are strong enough, smart enough, and powerful enough to protect and serve the school, along with their ancestor's honour."
"What do you want me to do, Salazar?" Elsa asked, bowing her head somewhat in defeat.
"You will enter the Great Hall tonight, you will apprehend the person most likely trying to sabotage you, and then, you will enter you own name into the Goblet of Fire."
Elsa would have argued back, the tournament was dangerous, and she had felt what Anna thought on the tournament. But this was Salazar Slytherin, her ancestor and the only person who cared for her as a child.
So she nodded, and with a final smirk Salazar was gone, leaving her alone for a few seconds in the misty world, until she too woke up.
~Ax~
With a small concealed gasp Elsa sat forwards a little in her seat. The fire was still roaring before her, and it seemed that Jack had made progress against Astrid in the game; much to the latter's anger.
Elsa shook her head and stepped up, Xypher immediately turning into her bracelet again. She walked around the chair and past Astrid and Jack, flicking her hand to move one of Astrid's pieces, hearing the blonde girl cheer when it destroyed one of Jack's pieces moments later.
"I'm going out for a bit." She called behind her, hearing their half hearted responses, too into the game to pay any real attention.
She smirked and left the common room, walking down the corridor with the half moon shining through the windows as she got higher up in the school building.
Soon she was at the Great Hall, and just like Salazar had predicted, there was a shadowed figure slowly and timidly approaching the Goblet. She rolled her eyes and brought up her hand, clenching it into a fist and pulling it back behind her head just when they were going to step over the age line. The person let out a shocked yelp, that swiftly turned into an 'oof' of pain as they fell to the floor with a groan.
She flicked her wrist and the person was forced onto their back, she frowned as she saw the unknown face.
"I take it you were here with no good intentions?"
The man growled and hissed between his teeth.
"Fuck you bitch."
Elsa sighed and, while using one hand to wandlessly pin him to the ground, she flicked up the other, casing his left sleeve to roll up. Elsa's breath momentarily caught in her throat, the dark mark moving and glaring up at her from his sickly looking flesh.
"And you might be?"
He glared and refused to tell her.
"Very well, I assume you know who I am? Or rather I hope, considering…" she held up her right hand and a piece of folded parchment flew into her grip, "you were planning on sabotaging me." She unfolded the paper, and surely enough Elsa Arendelle shone back up at her in a terrible scrawl of handwriting in black ink. She rolled her eyes and promptly set the parchment alight with a wordless and wandless Incendio charm.
"Really, if you were planning on impersonating my entry into the tournament, at least get my handwriting correct."
Once again she waved her hand and parchment with a quill appeared out of thin air, she lazily waved her wrist and the quill started to write her name in her handwriting.
The Death Eater sat still on the floor, eyes wide at this display of excessive use of wandless magic. He had heard of people being able to do it before, after many years of training and harnessing their magical core, only at an age of adult hood would they have some control, and even then they would pass out due to exhaustion after a while, but she had done countless charms and spells at the same time, pinning him down all the while, and still looked like she could run a marathon without breaking a sweat.
Well, he thought, she is the Heir of Salazar Slytherin.
The quill vanished, leaving the parchment, which had folded itself in half, to float onto her open palm gently. She smiled and started to walk towards the age line, stopping before it, the Death Eater still pinned to the ground.
"Did you know how the age line works? It does not actually know the person's age when they step over it, but calling it an age line is just easier and faster to say. It actually works by sampling the person's magical core. When you reach a certain age, such as eleven, your magical core is not as strong as it would be at seventeen, so it knows your level of magic, this can guess your age. If someone is below the requirement, then they will be thrown out. However, if their magical core is at the right level for the Goblet, that all magical people achieve at seventeen, then you will pass unharmed."
She stopped talking and breathed out a small laugh. She turned to the Death Eater with a smirk, so much like Salazar's, and tilted her head a little.
"You are probably wondering why I told you that, well, it's so you don't get confused as to why a Fifth year, can do this."
Then she took her final step towards the age line, crossing it with a confident stride. The age line rippled for a moment, and then stilled. She smirked still and brought her hand up, parchment in her grip. Then she paused. Anna's feelings, as well as her own, about the tournament surfacing in her mind.
But then she thought of Salazar.
'You will prove you are strong enough, smart enough, and powerful enough to protect and serve the school, along with their ancestor's honour.'
She gritted her teeth and closed her eyes.
I'm sorry Anna.
Then she loosened her grip and the parchment, it fell like in slow motion, until the flames reached out for it and encased it in their blue fire. The fire then shifted colour, green instead of blue. Then a shape swirled out, a snake like flame. It came from the top of the fire and formed an 'S', then the Goblet settled, back to its normal colouring.
She was snapped out of her revive when the sound of feet hitting the solid stone ground reached her ears. Her head snapped up and she reached behind her, magically catching the Death Eater mid stride and brining him to the ground. He grunted again, panicked breaths coming from his mouth as she dragged him over towards her, back still facing him.
"Sorry, I can't let you leave with what you saw. You could tell anyone, and I can't let that happen."
He started to beg then, predicting the end of his life. Elsa turned to him, eyes lifeless of any emotion. Then she glared at him and flicked her wrist, casing her wand to slide out of its holster on her forearm. She brought it up and aimed at his chest, the spell on the tip of her lips.
She hissed it out.
"Obliviate."
The spell hit him dead on and he fell to the ground with a dull thud, eyes wide as the spell, literally, worked its magic. She sighed and rubbed her head, she had made him forget the whole encounter with her, making it seem like he had put her name in the Goblet for when the Ministry used Legilimency on him. She had made it so powerful that even if they did somehow detect it not even Dumbledore could crack it.
She stupefied him and left, closing the door softly behind her and quietly making her way to the dorm, leaving him for someone to find him.
~Ax~
Anna sat up in her bed with a gasp, luckily not waking the other girls in the room with her. Her head was throbbing, and she felt scared.
She was going mad, wither that or she was too obsessed with this girl.
She had caught flashes of something, the Great Hall, the Goblet, a snake coming from the flames, and a Death Eater.
But the one thing that stuck with her, were the three words that had been whispered in her head just before she had woken up.
It was impossible, but it had happened.
She had heard them.
I'm sorry Anna.
Impossible, it had to have been a dream. Had to have been.
She shook her head and tried to get to sleep, despite her heart racing and the confusion she felt.
~Ax~
The school was in panic when they heard of the Death Eater found unconscious in the Great Hall, the Goblet having been untouched.
But then other things started to take over in their minds, the most common thought thing being the Goblet and the tournament, the names were to be pulled out that dinner time, and the school was buzzing.
Anna sat with her Gryffindor friends, the others having to sit in their correct places for the official event. When she had got settled into her seat, the red head looked across the hall to the Slytherins, and found Jack and Astrid talking to themselves quietly with Elsa glaring at the gold plate before her. Anna frowned a little, she had not seen Elsa that much that week, the platinum blonde always looking so annoyed or focused on other things in the halls when they passed each other. She did send small smiles every now and again, but they never shared words. And Anna hated to think it, but maybe the other girl regretted what they had? Maybe she wasn't good enough for the Ice Queen of Hogwarts?
The second those words crossed her mind, Elsa's head shot straight up and they locked eyes. They kept their locked gaze until Elsa slowly shook her head, and Anna could just make out her mouthing something to her.
'Never.'
Huh? What did that mean?
Dumbledore cleared his throat and the Hall went silent.
"It is time to see who the Goblet has chosen."
Then the Goblet lit up and Dumbledore shied away from the heated flames a little bit, a piece of parchment flew out and landed elegantly in his grip, he caught it deftly and held the slightly singed paper up to the light to read the name from it.
"The Champion for The Salem Institute for Young Witches and Wizards is, Peter Pan!"
A blonde boy from the purple uniformed school yelled in excitement, jumping from the Hufflepuff table and receiving slaps on the back and cheers from his school, claps from the other students pleasant. He made his way to the front and shook Dumbledore's hand, taking the parchment and nodding to the man, going out the door at the front of the Hall to the side of the staff chairs.
The Goblet lit up again, another piece of parchment flaring out on neatly folded paper; Dumbledore caught it again and held it up once again to the light.
"The Champion for The Beauxbatons Academy of Magic is, Belle French!"
A girl with wavy brown hair and a small blush on her cheeks at the cheers she received from her school, stood up, and glanced back at another girl, this one in Hogwarts uniform, from Ravenclaw house, the house her school was staying with. The girl, Anna realised, was Ruby Red. A look passed between them and Ruby nodded encouragingly, Belle grinned and walked properly amongst the cheers towards the same door Peter had walked through not too long ago.
The Goblet flared up for a final time, a last piece of parchment floating into the air. Dumbledore caught and read it again.
"The Champion for Hogwarts is…" everyone held their breath, waiting for who it might be, "Robin Hood!"
The Hufflepuffs roared with cheers, hitting their fits on the table and hitting the brunette boy in congratulations on his back and shoulders, ruffling his hair as he stood from the table with a small grin and calmly made his way to the same door, high fiving outstretched hands and nodding at people who cheered his name.
Dumbledore clapped his hands together when Robin was out of sight and grinned at the crowd, eyes sparkling.
"And there you have it! This years Champions! Now…"
He was drowned out for Elsa, who was sat still with battered breath, waiting. She knew when it had happened, and couldn't help but glance up. The fire had repeated what it had done that night last week; it turned green and formed a flaming snake jumping from the fire. The fire snake slammed to the ground, disappearing like it had slithered into a hole, leaving a piece of parchment floating behind it. Confused, Dumbledore hesitantly caught the paper and opened it, eyes widening a fraction before he quietly read it to the silent room, everyone hearing what name he said despite the small tone he had used.
Elsa tensed, knowing waht he was going to say and waiting for it to inevitably come.
"Elsa Arendelle."
She stood up, the students only catching up with what had happened when she had. Eyes shot to her, some wide with confusion, others in anger, and a few some with concern. She walked to the door, and that was when the shouts came.
"She's a cheat!"
"She's not even seventeen!"
"The freak?!"
But she blocked them out, striding past Dumbledore and snatching the parchment from his hands and getting to the door in record time, looking completely calm as she did. She opened the door and looked back to the Gryffindor table, sound drowned away from her, and she focused on the redhead.
Anna looked scared, with confusion and even some anger mixing in also. Her friend was comforting her, and she also looked incredibly confused.
They met eyes, Anna's locking with Elsa's for a moment or two, and then Elsa turned away, the door shutting behind her with a silent thud.
A/N: I wanna say that if you want to see how I image Salazar to look, then think of Loki (Tom Hiddleston) but not in battle armour, but that green robe thing he wore in Thor 2 or at Comic Con 2013. Did you enjoy this chapter? Things are about to get real different from here on out I think, so I hope ya'll enjoy the ride! Please tell me in a review what you thought, reviews fuel the writing ;) thanks for reading :)