Author's note: This story is rated PG-13 for
strong language, violence, physical tension, and a very sad scene in the very
end of this series. Oh, and by the way, I'm not J.K. Rowling, and I don't
own the Harry Potter series. Lots of romance! Comments? IM me at Ripp my Heart
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Within the dim lights of The Slytherin Club, Salazar Slytherin looked at the
entryway expectantly, his fellow Slytherins muttering between themselves. This
place was secretly made for only Slytherins. Right next to him, his fiancée,
Flora Parkinson, was talking and flirting more than she usually did to let off
Just then, the muttering stopped as the doors were thrown open with a huge
BANG. Two very large henchmen of his walked in, half-carrying, half-dragging a
girl behind them. They threw her to Salazar's feet.
She sat up right away, looking up at him with distaste and disrespect in her
dark eyes. This contact was broken when Flora Parkinson lightly touched his
silver-blond hair, telling him to go on.
"Tell me your secrets, girl." Salazar said to the girl on the ground.
"I am seventeen, so therefore I am not a girl. I have no secrets." She said.
"Do not lie to me, Virginia. Tell me about your brother, Godric. How fares he?"
"Why do you call me Virginia?"
"Is that not your name?" he asked, his world circling on her.
"It is, but I am called Ginny by most."
"Is that not a 'mere girl' name?" he asked with a teasing smirk that made Flora
touch his hair again. Inside, he sighed impatiently. He had no time for her
"What do you want from me?" she said, emphasizing the word 'want' as if she had
no time for his sarcasm.
"I want news of Godric. He has been very quiet lately."
"Why, that is because of something I cannot say in front of an audience such as
Salazar's eyes narrowed suspiciously. Finally he looked up at the henchmen that
had brought her here, Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle. He made a gesture to
open up one of the side rooms. He carefully got out of his chair and made his
way into the room, just to settle again in a chair. Ginny followed reluctantly
and made a face when the doors were shut behind them.
stared at each other from opposite ends.
"Tell me." Salazar demanded.
"No." Ginny said quietly.
"I said no. I will not betray my brother."
"I am only concerned for him. I shall not harm him."
"He is in love." She said quietly.
was silent. Then, "There is no harm in that."
"He is in love with a… well, a non-witch."
"A NON-WITCH?" he sputtered.
"A non-witch." She confirmed.
"No wonder why he has been so distant."
Ginny was silent for a few moments. "It's getting dark."
"You could always stay here. We have extra rooms—"
"I would prefer your men to take me home instead." She interrupted.
"All right. Get the carriage ready." He told a servant in the corner.
Ginny turned to leave with the servant.
Salazar couldn't take this anymore. "Ginny."
She turned. "Yes?"
"I… I've missed you."
"Salazar, we are forbidden to be together. You remember what happened as well
as I do." He saw tears prick her eyes.
"Yes. Farewell, then." He said.
"Farewell." She said as Salazar kissed her one last time.
Salazar watched her close the door behind her. Suddenly, he said something
although nobody was there.
"I never wanted you to
+++The next day+++
He looked up as the
door banged open.
"Salazar, the carriage
and Godric's sister have been taken!"
Salazar stood up,
knocking his chair over. "By whom?"
"None other than the
Dark Lord," Goyle spoke too calmly for Salazar's taste.
Goyle, say his name." He said absentmindedly. "Go."
Salazar turned to look
out the window. Ginny… she would die. Voldemortist was close to his family, for
Salazar's father worked for him. Perhaps he could talk Voldemortist into giving
Ginny back to him? No. Voldemortist would not give Ginny back.
turned, a mechanical smirk on his face. He was turning crazy. His eyes turned,
looking for a savior. All he saw was his hourglass. Reciting a long curse under
his breath, he touched it. He was cursing someone, somebody in his Slytherin
line, and a girl, a girl named Virginia…
The hourglass glowed with a bright, bright
light, then went empty, the grains forever embedded into another time, neatly
breaking into two pieces when Salazar sent them to the lake, only to be seen
again centuries later.
That is how this story begins.
Authors note: Confusing, I know! But it will
make sense as I add more chapters. Feed me reviews!