Title: The greatest of the Hogwarts Four
Author: Julma-Nala
Beta: Microsoft Office Word 2007
Genre: drama, kind of angst, ficlet
Pairing: Never!
Rating: K-11
Summary:
He didn’t know me. He might have seen through me, but he certainly didn’t know me. I was a lot more than he, or anyone else for that matter, could have expected.Disclaimer: For everyone’s surprise, I don’t own the Harry Potter series
A/N~ Hmm, what would I say… Well, this is my first fic written in English. This goes for the
Kielihaaste with English. If you didn’t understand the summary, this fic is not for you.
The greatest of the Hogwarts FourProfessor Dumbledore was really getting on my nerves. He kept saying that he knew me, that he knew how I felt. But that was balderdash. Only beautiful words, which had nothing to do with the truth. No one, not even mighty professor Dumbledore, knew how I felt. I was alone with my feelings, like I had always been. And that didn’t bother me at all; I was so used to loneliness.
He didn’t know me. He might have seen through me, but he certainly didn’t know me. I was a lot more than he, or anyone else for that matter, could have expected. I was the one true Heir of Salazar Slytherin, only one in the whole school, who could control the Slytherin’s monster. I had the power to kill anyone who I wanted out of my way.
Albus Dumbledore was on my black list. He had not just underestimated me but also tried to ‘cure me’ as he called it. Like I was ill or something, I snorted in my thoughts. I wasn’t ill, I wasn’t crazy. I just knew better than him that some people shouldn’t exist. Though they weren’t really people, I added in my mind. They were only some filthy animals that should get killed and buried deep. Out of sight, out of mind.
I wasn’t an animal. I was a human, I was a wizard. I wasn’t a muggle who had stolen some witch’s or wizard’s magic. And I couldn’t understand why those muggle thieves should be let into this school.
“They’re just like us,” that’s what professor Dumbledore used to say. But he’s wrong. They’re not like the rest of us. They’re thieves, scum. They tainted the purity of our blood, the purity of our heritage lines. After a while they would destroy us. I couldn’t let that happen.
I didn’t think like professor Dumbledore did. The old fool thought that love, his favourite excuse, would save us all and we would be happy with our muggle wives and mudblood kids and blablabla. But I knew better.
There was only one way to keep our world safe from muggles: Kill them all. Mudbloods were a good start, but they just weren’t enough. Muggles had to see where they belonged; into the deepest pit of Hell. Hmm, maybe they could be sent to Azkaban, so they would suffer a bit before dying.
Well, I had time to get rid of them, I was only sixteen.
“Speak to me, Slytherin, greatest of the Hogwarts Four,” I hissed from where I stood, miles under the school. The mouth of the huge statue opened, letting out the King of Serpents. This, I thought, was where I belonged. The first time in my life I was in a place that felt like home.
A/N~I do know my English isn't perfect and I would like to hear if you find any misspellings. Comments would be nice, too