Slytherins

SLYTHERINS


Chapter 8
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…you’re a song,
Written by the hands of god,
Don’t get me wrong,
‘Cuz this might sound to you a bit odd,
But you own the place,
Where all my thoughts go hiding....
Shakira, Underneath Your Clothes
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For disclaimers see the chapters before, as for notes I’m not in the mood to write them right now so maybe another time. Once again, I’m sorry for the lateness of this update but what more can I say? I wasn’t inspired and I didn’t & don’t have good marks at school. However I won’t weep any longer. WOMEN ROCK!! Thanks America for Carrie, Miranda, Charlotte & Samantha!!!! God I lov’em!

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LAST TIME:

Soon they were following him upstairs to where the bedrooms were but to their surprise he turned towards the girl’s side of the floor. Blaise and Lestaw smirked at each other for they were eager to know which female prefect Draco was going to nail, would it be Padma Patil of Ravenclaw or Hannah Abbot of Hufflepuff or even his fellow Slytherin girl prefect Evelyn Mystific. Hermione was for obvious reason out of the list for she was the Slytherin princess and Gryffindor prefect but then, Draco Malfoy walked directly into Hermione Slytherin’s much to the cousin’s horror. As soon as the door to Hermione room was closed they walked to it and listened to any noise coming from the room hoping that they wouldn’t put a silencing charm, as soon as they would hear Malfoy move onto Hermione they would barge in and cut his balls of.

“if he so much as touches my sister he’ll get the ass kicking of his lifetime,” grumbled Lestaw his eyes were now red and his words came out like hisses mixed to his words.
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HORREM (NORTHERN GERMANY) – TWO WEEKS BEFORE…


Klaus Haufbach was clearly written on the doorbell and Hela knew immediately that she was where she was supposed to be. The young sixteen year old witch stared a minute longer at the infants sleeping in her arms and decided that now was a good enough time to complete her mission. She placed the small burdens on the carpet that had written willkommen in bold green letters. She then placed a small parchment on the infants’ tummy, rang the doorbell and dashed to the sidewalk in front of the big house hiding behind some bushes as she waited until the door opened. Sparing one last glance at the beautiful habitation and it’s magnificent garden she made sure no one was watching before she slipped on her helmet and drove her motorcycle away.

If it hadn’t been for those fucking blood ties she wouldn’t have ended up in this mess. She winced as the pain of birth was still quite present on her body. She had only done it because she had been too weak to say “no”. The children were the unfortunate outcome she reasoned bitterly. Nine months ago seemed like only yesterday so suddenly, all the present overwhelming feelings she was withstanding mingled in her heart no matter how much she turned to denial. She couldn’t bring herself to drown completely the urge she felt in her heart. For nine months she had carried those infants in her womb. They had been inside her for so much time that she felt empty now that she recognized what her heart felt, she felt she had abandoned them. Suddenly the wheels of a motorcycle screeched in the endless silence of the night as she came to a stop. Before her, in the middle of the road stood the father of her sons.

“Where is my child?” asked the young man looking intently at the witch before him.

“I…I most certainly will not tell you. Mab knows what you might do with them-!” and she immediately fell silent.

“Them?” he asked before taking small steps towards her. The witch, realizing the error committed, retreated from his closeness falling into the shady part of the street.

“You just stay away from them, you bloody wizard!” she tried to insult him but couldn’t, for the life of her, summon any strength or venom in her words.

“You’re a witch so stop acting as if you don’t know where I come from. It’s your world too,” he remarked stressing over the word witch, “and I’ll sure as hell do everything it takes to make my children grow where they belong!” bellowed the stranger.

“I would rather die a million horrible deaths than tell you where my two angels are …just leave them alone,” she muttered in the brink of passing out. Almost instantly after she realize the mistake she had done by speaking of the two of them.

“I don’t hate you Hela, I never did…I, I’m actually…I love you Hela Haufbach. I only wanted to comfort you that night and I’m not at all angry at the fact that you have given me two children, on the contrary. I just want to know if you can accept me and try to build a family for our children with me,” he stated looking at her with all the love he could muster, for this fantastic woman, as he lay on his knees in the middle of the street.

“I could never do that…you lied to me and everybody else, saying you were a pureblood. You know very well that if my family were to find out about you being a muggleborn I would get disowned and our sons would…HE would kill them Romanov,” mustered Hela.

“Durmstrang was my only option and only purebloods can access it. Hela, please let me explain why I never looked for you, I found out you were pregnant just a couple of weeks ago…” pleaded the wizard.

Hela couldn’t deny him as much as she wanted to. He had been her crush for years. Even Victor had tried to win her affection but only the man in front of her had won it…the most ironic thing was that he didn’t even try to. And so Hela nodded for him to explain and then directed him to a field where they could speak.

“The next day after we...” he lifted his gaze so as to pierce her own orbs, “...after we made love, I looked all over Durmstrang for you but you were obviously nowhere to be seen. I asked and all I received as a reply was that you hadn’t been seen either. I then owled you home in case you might be there but when no response came I went to your father’s house. You weren’t there either. I looked for you for so long Hela but eight months later we all gave up hope of ever finding you. Eight months later I received a letter from my uncle in London. I was needed there immediately and so I left even though inside I felt like total shit. Here I encountered my cousin for the first time. Hermione Granger as you would surely know her for her love story with Krum. There my uncle and my aunt told Hermione and myself why we were there. There is where the world, as I knew it, fell. I was told of the night Amethyst Estes Slytherin was killed along with her husband Salazar Van Slytherin, the night my aunt and uncle saved me, my brother and my sister from the fate that had swallowed my real parents. My real identity was revealed to me that night Hela. I am one of Salazar Slytherin’s descendants, if pureblood-ness is so important to your family then I guess I’m pure enough to look after my children and you.” He said this last bit bitterly ripping his soft eyes from her.

“Who are your siblings?” asked Hela in a guilty whisper.

“We are actually twins; my brother and I share our first names, so to distinguish each other we use our second names. His is Ewan and my sister’s none other than my former cousin, Hermione Granger,” answered Lestaw looking at Hela’s celestial-colored eyes as her now free hair fell on her small shoulders, their rich golden color capturing the lamp post’s small beams of light.

They sat there on the green cold grass as they let their fears get washed away by hope. Hope for a better future for them and their sons. Lestaw then walked Hela to her motorcycle, getting on himself, they headed to Klaus Haufbach’s house to retrieve their sons.

When the door opened Mr. Haufbach was met by the sight of his only daughter being held by a young man. He then saw how the young man’s arm held his daughter’s waist. He stepped aside letting them walk in.

“It’s a surprise to see you my dear Hela, you wouldn’t believe what I found just now in my doorstep before you came,” began Mr. Haufbach, “may I know who your friend is Hela?” asked the old man. His wife and him had had Hela when they were already past their mid forties and it had been a miracle that their daughter was born in complete good health. However her birth had caused Mrs. Haufbach’s weak body to perish slowly...so slowly that only nine months before she had fallen asleep to never awaken again.

“I left them here father. The two little boys you found in your doorstep are mine. He,” she said squeezing Lestaw’s hand, “is the father of my sons. His name is Lestaw, he was a schoolmate of mine. He used to attend Durmstrang but now he goes to Hogwarts and we want to get married so that we can give a family to our sons…dad, we love each other but I was scared of him not wanting anything to do with me, I then found out I was expecting two children and I grew further more apprehensive of him ever finding out about my state and dismissing me…” and Hela went on almost all night explaining to her father everything that she had been misguided to believe.

Of course Mr. Haufbach wasn’t very pleased that his seventeen year old daughter had escaped from school, that had had children and that was going to marry because of it. He spoke with Lestaw and all he could see in the young man’s eyes was love. The blasted twit actually loved his Hela and when he was presented to them, old Klaus could also see the paternal love the boy/man had for the two infants. In that same room where he had built a family, Mr. Haufbach could touch the love the two young parents felt towards their sons. He was to some extent glad that his daughter had found a decent man at Durmstrang. He himself had gone there and it most certainly wasn’t a place filled with love. However this Lestaw was an exception. He then wondered what it would mean for his daughter to marry a Slytherin since he-who-must-not-be-named was after him and his brother and sister. Maybe though, the boy’s family could take care of his grandsons. For sure no dark lord or death eater would ever challenge a heir of Salazar Slytherin and his siblings. Not when Albus Dumbledore and Harry Potter were on their side too. Maybe, just maybe, this relationship would work and he would be able to see his grandchildren grow in a peaceful wizardring world, a place where he had dreamed of growing his Hela but had miserably failed. His wife was exactly what every matched pureblood wife was meant to be. Lavinia was her name; she had come from the Diggory’s line but held no warmth in her heart, not even for her daughter. The child however never seemed to notice. It was strange how parental ties were essential. Hela had always craved her mother’s presence even though the blasted woman wouldn’t grace the golden infant with one single motherly glance. Klaus sighed as he realized how the pureblooded population was falling out of many values, the most important, family values. He had done his best to love Hela as a father and a mother and here she was. A brilliant young witch, a wife to be and a loving mother albeit her young age.


HOGWARTS – PRESENTLY...

“What do you mean at least you should stop giving her the cold shoulder? Harry! Have you finally gone brain dead?!” shrieked a red head with his eyes as big as saucers, “she’s a bloody Slytherin!!”

“If this is the only way you plan on facing your problems Ron, then I must pull myself out of our camaraderie. I reckon you’ll one day value her for who she really is and not her name, I’ll be waiting for you to join me in the ‘real world’. Good day Ronald,” reproached Harry, he then walked out of the room he shared with his life time friends. How could have it all gone so wrong?

Harry walked down the stairs and into the common room, it was filled with old and young students of all ages and all races yet the only thing he could see was a blur of red and gold. He struggled to keep a straight face and not break down in front of all these people who though he was some kind of living legend. Not that he cared what they thought about him but he still saw no use of adding wood to an easy fire like gossip. He flung the entrance door and walked directly to the great hall. As he was walking there he saw two shades lurk along a corridor leading to the prefects’ tower. Curious as usual the young man followed what he noticed to be a Gryffindor and a Slytherin. When he turned a corner he saw the two figures kneeling down and looking into another hall and he followed them until they walked directly into the prefects’ tower. They then turned to each other in a wide grin and Harry knew instantly who they were. He crept closer as the two boys’ faces dissolved from a grin to a pair of shocked and angry ones.

“What are you two doing?” asked Harry with a curious tone that try as he might, he just couldn’t hide, “planning an ambush?” The two boys stood up immediately at the sound of the intruder’s voice and they turned around.

“Potter!” they both exclaimed.

“That’s my name don’t consume it. Now, mind telling what the two of you are doing stalking...” Harry took this chance to look around them and notice that they were on the girls’ side of the floor and so he put two and two together, “...a prefect like her shadow?”

“We weren’t stalking ok!” protested Blaise. However Harry gave him the you’re-a-Slytherin-it’s-a-must-for-your-lot-to-be-stalkers look and then he crossed his arms giving him the I-don’t-believe-you-anyway look.

“Look Potter it’s really none of your business what we’re doing or-“ began Blaise angered by Harry’s insistence when suddenly he was interrupted by Lestaw.

“If we tell you what we saw, will you help us cover the body?” asked Lestaw in a deep creepy tone.

“What?!” asked Harry looking at Lestaw with a seriously freaked out stare. Blaise simply stood still. Draco shouldn’t have been going anywhere near his cousin’s room but then again it laid a perfect opportunity to fuck with Potter’s head.

“Don’t tell me that after all these years facing death in a daily basis you still fear it!” taunted Blaise catching up with Lestaw’s plan.


EARLIER – HERMIONE’S ROOM...

She had been ready to doze off when suddenly the knowledge that she should have been doing some research hit her square in the head. She lifted herself from the comfortable bed and walked towards her shelf. Hermione slid her right index along the spines of the books searching for that bloody one that could help her find a solution to the problem hassling her mind. Suddenly her pale finger stopped on a dark gray colored book that seemed made of cement.

“I found you,” whispered Hermione triumphantly as she picked the manuscript and read once again the title, Book of Shadows of the Estes sisterhood. Smirking like only Hermione Slytherin could, the young woman walked back to the fire place and threw the book in the burning flames then, retreating a couple of steps from the fireplace she counted till ten. Hermione then lifted her right hand and with her palm facing the ceiling she mimicked a rising motion and by doing so the book lifted itself from the flames. Soon she was holding it and carrying it to a nearby table with various samples of earth and plants. The witch placed the heavy manuscript on a velvet cloth, took a pointed dagger and punctured her right pinky finger whispering an ancient incantation in an ancient and forgotten language, “baz dees fall, baz diss a-at, makoderi antdahfat. Nume cantus quant dicovest baz bi un bah ito vest...makshah”, during the whole chant she picked samples of almost all the ingredients that she had assembled, mixing them together making symbols she waited and only at the end of her chant did she let three drops of her blood fall in a small insignia. As magic began flooding the enchanted cover of the enchanted book she could hear seven locks click open and soon before her laid the open book.

The first page contained inscriptions in a weird language. She reached out her right index finger and soon she felt it being sucked in by a magical force. A light blazed from the creamy page and Hermione had to look away or risk being blinded. While closing her eyes she could distinctly feel her right hand being swallowed by a lukewarm substance. Letting excitement flow out to all her body she dared to open her eyes. The light was gone and what she felt was only a new sensation of relief and anguish as she could see shadows that weren’t there before. Lights that slid along walls that brought her in a state of fear. She then defied her good sense and looked at her arm. It was right there alright, with the sole exception of her hand that had been apparently swallowed by the book.

Suddenly a pop sound interrupted her little ritual. Turning around Hermione summoned to her mind the most powerful offensive and defensive curses she knew. When her eyes finally fixed on the person before her Hermione could clearly make out her face, “Silfya, what are you doing here?”

“I have heard you call the powers far away from my nice cottage in France. What are you doing meddling with antique incantations Deirdre?”

Hermione placed her wand back in her robes and relaxed, “I must help two lost souls find their way back home,” replied Hermione.

“You know our magic isn’t meant to be used to help wizards but only nature,” insisted the peach hooded woman.

“No Silfya, we are meant to help purity grow and develop into beauty and that’s exactly what I’m doing,” reasoned Hermione as she took one fair glance at the woman before her. Silfya had long dark purple hair and ethereal orange eyes, pale peach skin and round pink lips. She was shorter than Hermione but then again, all her celebrants were. Her womanly figured was for obvious reasons embraced by her immaculate white robe, “if I didn’t help those candid souls then Mab knows what devious mind might try to take advantage of their pure hearts,” proceeded Hermione.

Silfya’s expression changed abruptly as her magical barrier announced an approaching wizard, “somebody is heading this way. Lady Deirdre I insist you search our help if you need a trusted hand, till our next encounter annah,” saluted the woman and then disappeared leaving a trace of delicate peach scent. Hermione quickly extracted her wand and hid, by magic, the book in her secret drawer. Just as she finished putting away her wand Draco walked into the room.

He closed the door behind himself and then turned around. He was wearing a preoccupied expression.

“Worry doesn’t suit your Malfoy-façade,” intervened Hermione. She wasn’t sure why but she knew that he wasn’t bringing good news and that him, Draco Malfoy was hiding something and deep down she knew that what he hid was his concern on the matter at hand. He had his own motives for helping her with the children she was very aware of that but a remote part of her old self still hoped he carried on by kindness of heart and not because a scheme was working its way.

“What are you blabbering on about Granger?” asked Draco glancing back at her managing to express only heedlessness, when deep down he was afraid that she would understand it all. From his brilliantly thought plan to the very last feeling in his heart and all just to win her.

“Pay no heed to my last words Malfoy, I was just voicing a thought,” she was now sure he was hiding his intentions and she didn’t know how to act upon this new knowledge. She feared the nature of his intentions, if they were good then there would be nothing to worry about. If they were bad then not only was she at risk but so were the children, “did you find the headmaster and speak to him then?” She almost laughed at herself for even hoping that Malfoy could do something for the sole reward of being kind to another human being.

“No. Look Granger, I can see that they’re sleeping,” he said motioning to Cade and Briana, “so if you don’t mind I’d be off,” he announced. He had seen her eyes as they surveyed his every expression, what had him bring his guard back up was the fact that he had seen her look him straight in the eye and then her amber eyes turned glassy, cold and unwelcome. That was his queue that she knew something.

“I don’t mind at all Malfoy but I must tell you that even though I’m a female, I’m not very good with children therefore be quick with anything you’ve got to do.”

“Why Granger, I never thought you’d be so maternal,” derided Malfoy before walking out of the room.

“Well I always knew you to be the plotting type Malfoy,” whispered Hermione. She then settled down on her desk and proceeded in completing her arithmancy assignment choosing to postpone her magical research to a more appropriate time.


PREFECTS’ COMMON ROOM...

As Draco descended the last steps of the girls side he could clearly hear voices coming from the common room. He curiously peeked only to see Blaise and Lestaw glaring at a very distraught Potter.

“What is going on here?” came Draco’s masculine voice.

Reason was thrown out of the window as soon as Lestaw’s eyes found Draco’s and he lunged towards him ready to bestow a deathly attack to the unknowing Malfoy.

Suddenly the entrance door to the Prefect’s common room swung open and in walked Madame Pomfrey in a blazing state of distress and urgency. Without taking in what was going on she just gave out an order and left the room.

“Gather all the prefects and meet me in the great hall in ten minutes!”

Draco proceeded to the stairs wondering what was going on when all of a sudden a voiced question stopped his tracks.

“And where do you think you are going Malfoy?”

The blonde wizard turned around to look at the person. Ewan stood there looking at him with blazing eyes. Draco sighed, this weird acknowledgement that he had towards Ewan’s affections was a really big twig in the ass. Draco looked at Ewan once again and motioned to the other three boys in the room. Thanking which ever force above, Draco was able to make Ewan understand that that wasn’t the place or the time to dissect their matters openly.

“Pomfrey requests our presence in the great hall; I’ll call the girls while you call the guys. Only prefects allowed,” informed Draco and then he finished mounting the stairs.

“Are you gonna let him do just that?” asked Blaise.

“It is our job to carry out orders, now if I’m not wrong you lot aren’t prefects so I would suggest you stay out of the way,” said Ewan and then he too climbed the stairs.

“Well this just keeps on getting weirder by the second,” said Lestaw.

“Yeah,” came Harry and Blaise’s agreement.

“So uhm... where’s the body?” asked Harry.

Blaise rolled his eyes and muttered a suffered statement, “Potter?!” a name that enclosed a complete question, why must you be so trusting? Lestaw, however, merely sighed and walked towards his bedroom.


HERMIONE’S ROOM...

Hermione huffed as she finished scribbling on her parchment. It was finished. Modestly speaking it was one of her best assignments. When the door opened and Draco walked in Hermione turned her attention to him.

“Pomfrey requests our presence in the great hall in ten minutes,” he said walking in.

Hermione nodded and took out her wand, she then stood and walked towards her bedside table, picking up a golden badge she mumbled a couple of words in Latin and then her message in English. Dumbledore had taken her idea of the message-coin and used it on the prefects’ badge so that they could communicate wherever they were.

“Shouldn’t you place a sleeping charm on them or something?” asked Draco motioning to the wins.

“I don’t think it necessary,” said Hermione as she finished putting on her shoes, “come one.”


When Hermione and Draco walked out of her room the common room was empty. They kept silent during their whole way to the great hall ignoring the edgy feeling they felt lately. Upon reaching the great hall it was apparent that the importance of the situation was critical. The hall was jam-packed with crying kids no older than seven. Madame Pomfrey kept running from one group of kids to another and when it seemed that the wave of kids had stopped, more thestrals flew in through the windows and left their cargo.

Hermione walked up to Madame Pomfrey while Draco tried to help with the weeping kids.

“Madame Pomfrey?” asked Hermione as she sided the nurse.

“Yes? Are you all here?” questioned the woman as she put the last touch to the bandage of a red haired boy.

“Not all but they’ll be here soon...Madame Pomfrey? If you don’t mind me asking, what’s going on? Where do all these kids come from?”

“Not now miss Granger. I shall explain everything once you’re all here now move aside or help,” beckoned Madame Pomfrey as she moved from one to kid to the other.

Hermione sighed and turned to her right, there were at least fifty of them and they were mostly wailing like veelas. When Dumbledore walked into the room followed by McGonagall, Fudge, Snape, Moody and the rest of the members of the Order, Hermione knew at once that the problem was greater than what she had foretold. Her first reaction was to choose a side but when she analyzed the situation she realized that she couldn’t choose her road like she use to when she was Granger. Nope, now it was all different. She couldn’t just jump to join the group with the purest intentions, she couldn’t adopt a theory or even worse a belief if she didn’t know the results that laid ahead of such choices. It wasn’t a matter of trust or faith. No, now it was only a matter of power and self preservation. She had her own beliefs that had nothing to do with these confounded purebloods, halfbloods and mudbloods. She couldn’t waste her time and herself on matters that didn’t help her cause. It would only prove to be fruitless for her and those she protected, to stand by the light side and fight for the world’s freedom. The sagest thing to do was commit her allegiance to neutrality. ‘And if Voldemort has a fucking bone to pick with me I’ll just have to deal with it at the moment,’ she thought dispassionately.

“I’ll be alright dear, you go to the headmaster, he’s waiting for you all to join him,” Mrs. Pomfrey the ever servile witch when concerning helpless children thought Hermione as she simply nodded and walked towards the professors table; of course they had to wait for the Hufflepuff prefects who just wouldn’t let go of the children.

“Now that you’re all here I’ll begin to fill you in on what your new jobs will be. As you have clearly seen, Hogwarts has been invaded by a herd of young witches and wizards. However, the ministry wasn’t able to detect any of their names registered except for two of them. However it was enough to lead us to the knowledge that all these children come, somehow, from the future and to be precise seven years from now-” Albus nodded his head at Hermione’s raised hand.

“Sir, how do we know the exact amount of time?”

“Well, the only two children we were able to identify are the oldest of them all with their eight years. They\'re twin brothers and their names are Salazar Klaus Slytherin and Salazar Van Slytherin sons of Hela and Salazar Lestaw Slytherin.\"

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