Harry Potter & the Heir of Darkness - The History

[Malfoy_VS_Thompson]

PROLOGUE

War... Life... Love...

These three things can't coincide peacefully. In life you find love, however someone else loves the same thing thus creating war. War Death. Something I was supposed to create, I never did fully understand why, though. Perhaps it would be easier for you to understand, if I started from the beginning. Firstly, my name is Elizabeth... Elizabeth Thompson, and I was not born, I was created. My creators were the Honorable Founders of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry: Godric Gryffindor, Rowena Ravenclaw, Helga Hufflepuff and Salazar Slytherin. For most of my life I have been hidden, so no harm can come to me or anyone else. There is only one person alive who knows about my exact whereabouts and myself ... Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts. And he is the only one who can help me... The Earth's entire existence relies on the fact that I remain hidden, from Salazar Slytherin's last true heir, his last natural born heir, for he wants me killed.

This is how it all began...

October 28th, 1126.

"May I have your attention, everyone?"

Godric Gryffindor stood up, his face beaming. The hall fell quiet as the many students who occupied it, turned to face the staff table.

"Thank you, thank you. Now, before we start the feast I would like to remind you that the Dungeons are out-of-bounds except for Potion classes." He grinned towards his own table, three teenagers grinned mischievously back at him. "Also the forest and lake aren't recreational areas. We set up the Quidditch Stadium for you instead. Now, please stay away from them, they are highly dangerous..."

"Yes, you're quite right. That lake is very dangerous. That giant squid is a mean, sexy beast. Isn't he?" cried a voice from the back of the room.

The hall erupted into gales of laughter even Godric chuckled appreciatively. "Yes, thank you for that correction... Miss Malachi." He glanced over at his colleagues; Rowena and Helga appeared to be thoroughly enjoying themselves, Salazar on the other hand looked stony-faced at the lack of authority that Godric was showing.

"Oh come now, Salazar..." Rowena nudged his ribs. "At least look as though you're still alive."

"Rowena please. I'm trying my hardest to control myself as it is." He glared back at her, and she quickly looked away, catching his drift and moving slightly over.

"Anyway, where was I?" Godric muttered to himself. "Ah, yes! On the last day of this month, I will be throwing a large party for you all, due to certain circumstances that you all will be able to witness. I can't say anymore, but you'll see."

Confused? It gets better, you see Godric was Headmaster of Hogwarts at the time; Salazar was a little p***d at the idea. He was a little conceited I guess you could say. Unfortunately, he only got Deputy, which added ridicule to his name. He'd never been ranked second to anyone and he wasn't going to start now... Rowena, well she fancied Godric. Who wouldn't? He was pretty eye-catching. He had brains and brawns... who'd want anything else? Helga, well she wasn't very smart... but she was a hard worker. Salazar was stuck with her, which added more fuel to the fire. He was stuck with the dumb one, complete bimbo that was Helga down to a tee. But I guess this was just one too many things that Salazar was stuck with, and that's when he cracked...

"Oh come on! You can't be serious!" Salazar shouted at Godric.

"Salzie, we're just here. Besides, I think it's a great idea." Rowena said, smiling at Godric, who smiled back.

"Don't call me that!" he spat at Rowena. "Besides, you would think it's a good idea wouldn't you."

"Alright, we'll take a vote..." Godric stepped in. "All those opposed to the idea, raise their hand..."

Salazar raised his hand without even considering the idea.

"Three against one. Looks like it's going ahead..." Helga said blankly.

"Salazar we're not going to be around forever, and this would be a perfect opportunity. We could teach him or her, whichever it is, then when we pass on, they'll be here to watch over the castle, and protect our way of life."

"Whatever. You've already made up your minds, so fine." He turned and walked towards the door. "Owl me, when you've decided on when and where..."

With that, Salazar Slytherin walked out of the room and headed for the girl's bathroom on the fourth floor.

October 31st, 1126.

The last day of October... the party certainly caused a buzz between the students. All wondering excitedly, what was planned and what Godric was so secretive about. Only the other founders knew what was going to happen, they were all excited... except for Salazar.

Godric walked through the doors, leading into the newly decorated Great Hall. Live bats were flying around, jack-o-lanterns as big as cars, ghosts and skeletons walked around the hall, and in the corner away from prying eyes, was a cabinet full of ingredients and a large cauldron.

The students looked around the hall, impressed by the decorations. They cautiously took their seats at their House tables, and continued to look around and talk excitedly between themselves.

"May I have your attention?" Godric stood up. The other founders followed suit. "I see you all like the decorations and before we begin the celebration feast... we have to have something to celebrate..." He looked at Salazar meaningfully. "If you will, Salazar..."

He walked over to the corner and carried the cauldron into the middle of the hall, then went to retrieve the cabinet.

"Rowena, Helga... ready?" Godric muttered. The girls nodded, and followed him over to the cauldron. "You are about to witness, history in the making. We don't know what will happen, so please stand back. Ready?"

Godric conjured up a large fire, and heated the cauldron, then started pouring different ingredients in. "Ok, we can start now..."

Helga stepped forward at this statement. "Life in itself, that's what we give to thee... with everlasting life you'll be the key. To end what is evil, to show us the way... So with these last promises, your life starts today."

Instantly the cauldron shone bright as diamonds, and the founders stepped forward. "Shira? Shenron?" Godric called for the guardians. "If you can hear us, give us a sign."

The water turned black, however, the white light was still there. Godric pulled out a dagger the others followed. "Flesh..." Godric said, staring directly into the cauldron. He raised the dagger, closed his eyes and several seconds later, brought the dagger down onto his finger. The hall erupted with screams, as the founder's fingers were put into the cauldron. The water turned white, blinding the on-lookers.

"Blood..." Helga said, holding her hand over the cauldron, allowing the blood to pour in. The water then turned a blood-red color, and the light followed as well, casting the faces of the founders into the shadows.

"Bone..." Rowena called, pouring a white, powdery substance into the cauldron, turning the water black. The hall went silent, as the students wondered what came next.

It was up to Salazar. The hall waited with baited breath, not daring to blind incase they missed something.

"Salazar, hurry up..." Godric whispered, keeping his eyes on the cauldron. When Salazar didn't reply he turned his gaze towards him, shocked at the amused grin on his face.

He began to hiss and spit, just like a snake, without drawing a breath. He laughed menacingly, "Black Magic!"

"NO!" Godric yelled, but even he knew it was too late. He could only watch helplessly as Salazar threw a black crystal into the cauldron. As it hit the water, the water turned a dark green, the candles in the halls went out and the sound of an explosion was heard.

Dark clouds began to gather above Hogwarts, Rowena and Helga turned to Godric, whom was still looking bewildered. No one appeared to be breathing, no one but Salazar. The water turned back to its original color, without any light this time. Casting the entire hall into shadows.

Suddenly a huge clap of thunder sounded, and a large bolt of lightning shot down through the roof and hit the cauldron.

"Everybody get down!" Godric yelled, and nobody thought twice. They all dove behind tables and chairs, even Salazar.

Then, as suddenly as it had started, it was over. Darkness was all that could be seen. "Lumos..." Godric said, and the candles lit up again. "What did you do that for? You could have killed us all, Salazar."

"Well, we now know that this 'party idea' of yours was a waste of time." Salazar called back, unable to see anyone because of all the smoke.

"All right, everyone off to bed." Rowena called, and the sound of chairs scraping could be heard throughout the hall.

"Sithre nuy reits." Called another voice, as the smoke cleared.

"Salazar? Is that you?" Helga called.

"No, I'm right behind you." He said making the other three jump. "Besides that was a female voice. I'm a male, incase you haven't noticed.

"Well, what did she say?" Godric asked. "It sounds like something you were saying. So you should know."

"I'm not quite sure, but it sounded as if she was asking for..." He looked around questioningly.

"For?" the others chorused.

"For clothes..." He finished drily. "Hmmm... strange." Salazar stared through the smoke pensively, hissing softly, listening for the sound of a reply. "Accio..." Immediately some robes shot across the room into his hands. "Here, maybe you should do it..."

He handed the robes to Rowena and Helga; they stared at him questioningly, and then walked slowly into the smoke, returning shortly after. They pointed their wands at the smoke and it disappeared completely, leaving a tall girl standing by the cauldron dressed in the robes Salazar had given them.

Pretty weird, huh? Yes, that was the surprise Godric had talked about. Well, now it really was a surprise for everyone, because Salazar didn't do his part of the spell correctly.

"Take a seat, er... Salazar, could you?" Godric motioned towards the girl.

"Oh, right..." Salazar muttered something to her, pointed to the chair and the girl sat quietly staring around raptly. "What should we do? This wasn't supposed to happen..."

"Of course it wasn't. If you'd done the spell properly, she'd speak English... now she's speaking Flibbertigibbet... or some freaky snake language." Rowena said, taking the seat next to Godric's.

"What are we going to do, seeing as though I'm the only one who can communicate to her?" he looked over at her standing by the window. Her attention span wasn't large enough for her to sit still; she had walked over to the window to stare at the forests, longingly. "We'd have to give her some kind of schooling, she doesn't seem to be able to do anything in particular..." Salazar was cut short as several large purple bubbles soared across the room and popped in front of him. "I take that back, she can blow bubbles, or conjure them... or whatever she did."

"I think you're right, we'll have to teach her... or rather, you'll have to teach her... Dismissed." Godric said quickly, at the look of shock and fury on Salazar's face.

"WHAT! Me? No way!" Salazar said, standing up and walking towards the door. The girl turned and followed him to the door. "Will you get lost?"

"I think you have a friend..." Helga said pleasantly.

"Looks like you're stuck with her, seeing as though you're the only one who can communicate with her. You'll teach her what she needs to know. Got it?" Godric said. "I'll see you all at breakfast tomorrow... Salazar, make sure you teach her English... oh, and get her some clothes that fit properly."


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