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A New Generation by Mermaid [Reviews - 0] 
Friday, October 13th 929- The Chamber of Secrets – 1:00 am Rain pitter-pattered lightly on the stone shingled roof of the now infamous new wizarding school, Hogwarts. It had been founded by four of the greatest wizards of the time: Godric Gryffindor, Rowena Ravenclaw, Helga Hufflepuff, and one other wizard. This particular man was not in his office, the library, or mingling around the common rooms chattering friendlily with the students. No, Salazar Slytherin would much rather like to be by himself and away from all the filthy blood Godric and the others were letting roam in his great school. He was sitting very still in a secret chamber only accessible by himself, located conveniently under a girl’s lavatory, absentmindedly stroking the head of a fifty-foot long basilisk he had raised in the chamber since birth. “My pet,” he finally said, speaking to the snake in its own language, Parseltongue. “The time has come for me to leave you.” The basilisk, becoming afraid that its master would really be deserting it, forcing it to fend for itself in the pipes of the school, perked his head up. It was careful, however, not to look its father in the eye. “Lay down”, he commanded. The snake obeyed, but was still shaking slightly. “The last straw has been had today. I no longer wish to be a part of this school if it will continue to allow in such disgusting blood—the blood of muggles. But do not fear my pet, we will curse this horrible place and then my heir will come back to purge the school and allow it to be clean once more.” The basilisk groaned in agreement. It knew the smell of dirty blood, it patronized its nose and made its master uneasy. Salazar jumped down from his throne and walked behind a pillar engraved with his face. From there he opened a small door that was invisible to everyone other than those that knew it was there. Inside were a number of books and other dark arts materials that rivaled even the collections of the darkest wizards in the Wizarding World. As he found the book he had been searching for (‘Diabolical Curses’) and pulled it from its dusty home, a picture fluttered to the ground. It had been taken years ago. Salazar hadn’t even known that it had survived all the moving around he had done in the past years. It was a picture of him and Godric. They couldn’t have been more than thirteen. They both had been so happy, without a care in the world. It wasn’t until much later that it was revealed to Salazar that Godric was really a muggle born. A Mudblood just like the rest of the trash that was being let into the school. Salazar remembered the task at hand and set fire to the picture, turning the happy boys in the picture into a small pile of ash. Salazar went back to his throne and closed his eyes, ‘Do I really want to do this?’ he asked himself. ‘Why do I want to do this?’ That was easy. He wanted the school to be clean again. ‘Even if Godric and the others are my best friends?’ This question stumped him but he soon remembered Godric’s attitude that very afternoon… Thursday, October 12, 1629- Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry- 12:16 pm Godric Gryffindor had been prancing around the school. It was his year to be Headmaster and he was enjoying the privileges to their fullest. He almost never missed an opportunity to make it known to Salazar who was boss and who was merely the Defense Against Dark Arts teacher. His full red robes billowed behind him regally as he went from student to student giving them a jovial hello. Salazar had always felt a bit beneath Godric, especially in the looks department. Godric had shiny, full-bodied hair while Salazar’s limply fell in his face and it already had traces of gray in it. But today, Godric’s superior attitude could be felt all the way from down the corridor. Salazar gathered his courage and approached Godric. “Godric,” he said, eyeing all the nosy students. Godric turned and happily greeted his friend with a hearty handshake and a slight hug. “How have you been? Are you feeling all right, you’re looking a little under the weather these days.” Salazar shook his head, making his hair look even more unmanageable. “I’m not actually, I’ve been in the Book Room.” Godric sighed. Salazar basically lived in the room where a magical book was charmed to write down the names of all students that would one day would cross the lake into Hogwarts. “Salazar, we have been over this a number of times, we will allow all students showing signs of magic into this school. We have all agreed…” “You mean you agreed”, spat Salazar. “Nobody ever even asks what I think anymore!” The hallway was completely empty, and the sound of teachers starting their lessons came muffled from behind different doors. “You never even come to the meetings anymore,” Godric said. “You disappear for hours at a time, doing goodness knows what. Even your own students are becoming terrified of you. You have no idea how many people come in my office everyday—” Salazar snorted making Godric stop short and just drop the subject. “Look Salazar, I don’t really know what to tell you other than if you don’t like what we’re doing here, why not start your own school.” Salazar just stared maliciously at Godric. He thought he was so perfect, always having a merry solution for everything. This was it; he would be leaving, but not to start another school. No, something much worse than Godric would have ever feared. In a mere thousand or so years, all of their precious Mudbloods would be gone forever. He was about to say this when there was a loud giggle that rang out through the corridor. Seconds later, Helga Hufflepuff, the giggle’s originator, and Rowena Ravenclaw came strolling casually down towards their two friends. Helga’s blinding blonde hair was perched in a frizzy mass on the top of her head. She was quite plump and had to waddle a bit when she walked. Her companion, Rowena was physically built as Helga’s exact opposite. She was as skinny as a branch and her long, sallow face was constantly hidden behind a great pile of papers or books and sometimes both. She also had her lengthy black hair in a messy bun and her glasses were a little askew from her nose. “Hello dears,” Helga said, giving each of the men a hug which they took stiffly, still staring each other down. “Is there a problem?” Rowena asked, sensing trouble brewing between the men. It was like walking on eggshells whenever they were together now. Salazar’s jealousy combined with Godric’s hardheadedness was becoming tenser by the day. “Nothing at all Rowena,” Godric said in a monotone voice and not even looking at her but kept his eyes focused on Salazar the whole time. Helga looked nervously back and forth between to the two. “Maybe we should go place today’s menu in with the Kitchen Elves,” she suggested. “Together?” Everyone was silent. Finally Godric spoke, “No I think we need to resolve some issues, right here, right now, while we’re all together,” he said. Helga fell silent and tried to hide in the morning shadows. “Actually, I’m glad you brought that up Godric,” Rowena said, setting down the massive stack of papers and pulling out a piece with a table drawn on it. It was the scores from her Arithmancy class. “We all know that Salazar has been uneasy with all the Muggleborns that have been let in,” she began. “But there actually is some substantial evidence that these Muggleborns are not in the same caliber as those that were brought up in wizard’s surroundings.” She shoved the paper towards Godric’s disgusted face. “What are you saying?” Helga asked horrified, coming forward only to be met with a fierce glance, sending her back to her spectator's seat. Salazar placed a grimy hand on Rowena’s shoulder. “I've always known you had the most sense,” he said, grinning triumphantly. Rowena nudged his hand off and glared at him, “Just because I agree with you doesn’t change the fact that you’re a slimy git,” she spat. Salazar just looked even more amused. “I really think we should all--“ Helga tried once more, but Godric had had enough. “No!” He bellowed, causing the windows to shake. “Get out,” he said quietly to Salazar. “What?” Salazar asked sarcastically, placing a hand behind his ear as if it would make him hear a bit better. “I said get out!” Godric roared. Salazar laughed and placed a lock of greasy hair behind his ear. “Oh my dear friend,” he said in a quiet, homicidal kind of way. “I will do more than that. Mark my words, in less than a thousand years time my heir will return to this school. And when he does, you all shall pay.” With a swish of his cloak, and a dramatic cloud of gray smoke, Salazar went to plan his last night in the castle, and on Earth. Godric turned furiously and hit the first thing his fist could find. It was the crest, designed by Helga, representing each of them in their Animagus form. A lion for Godric, a snake for Salazar, a raven for Rowena, and a badger for herself. The crest cracked into four separate pieces and many splinters came and flew out everywhere, making Rowena and Helga shield their eyes for fear of being hit. “And my heir will have enough courage to overtake yours and stop this madness!” He yelled as he furiously ascended the stairway to his office. Rowena looked from the mess on the floor, to the remnants of smoke and then to the trembling Helga. “And my heir will have enough sense and decency to leave you all alone.” Helga watched with a heavy heart and a trembling bottom lip as she was left alone in the hallway. Soon, her trembling lip became a flood of silent tears as she bent down and tried to put the pieces back together, but with her eyes blurred with water, it was hard. “And my heir,” she whispered to the broken pieces. “Will make this all right again.” ((A/N: Welcome! Well, that's the prologue of my first story here on MM! Please comment with anything, consrtuctive criticism, words of wisdom, favorite parts, ANYTHING! Its all much appreciated. Hope to see you next time for when the real story begins! -Mermaid)) |
