The Life He Deserved

Chapter 27

THE CONTINUATION OF THE SLYTHERIN LINE

You heard right readers, after being dormant for many centuries, the Slytherin line has been claimed by someone quite unexpected. Marvolo Slytherin, a sixteen-year-old wizard is now the owner of such a highly sought out title. Now, you may be wondering, who is this Marvolo Slytherin and how had such a prestigious claim come upon him? I had the privilege to interview the young lord for answers.

"I was raised alone and secluded for my whole life. Cared for by my late mother who passed away a mere year ago. I was homeschooled all those years and registered NEWTS and OWLS in the ministry. I was quite surprised when reading my mother's will to discover I was the last living heir to Slytherin and eligible to gain lordship. This wasn't a on the whim decision; I was planning on entering politics when I reached adulthood. Quite convenient timing if you ask me."

Of course, I was shocked, to think such a wizard had been hidden among the shadows for so long. Gaining access to the records, Mr. Slytherin indeed took his NEWTS and OWLS, both of which passed with Oustandings in 13 subjects. With such scores, he could've gone into any field of his choosing. So why politics?

"Quite a valid question. To put it simply, there are flaws in the Ministry. While I admire and respect many of the wonderful workers, some laws are outdated and biased. I'm hoping to change that." Curious, I wanted to know what these goals are.

"To benefit all. Muggleborns come into our world clueless and overwhelmed, judging and merlin forbid mocking our traditions and culture. Meanwhile, Purebloods despise them and make things hard for them. Have you noticed most high ranked positions are pureblood of long-standing lines? Or how many return to the Muggle world right after graduation? But that's not to say it isn't understandable, the Muggleborns insult their beliefs, push their own culture onto theirs, and belittle the traditions they grew up believing sacred. Purebloods are threatened and scorned upon just for following their beliefs and rituals they followed for thousands of years. And in between, half-bloods suffer in both cases, not fitting into one and being forced to choose a side. They are treated as second by purebloods, yet muggleborns think they're too different from them. Creatures are ostracized by all, treated like monsters when all they want is to survive. Werewolves can't get jobs or afford Wolfsbane, Vampires can't get food legally, Veelas are treated like they are whores, the list goes on. My goal is to unite all magic. To have everyone relish their magical talents rather than hate others for their unique ones. Maybe then, the wizarding world can finally be at peace." Mr. Slytherin has certainly gotten me thinking about it. Many points were brought up that I never even thought of. One thing's for sure, the wizarding world is in for a storm. And perhaps a good one for a change.

Harry bit back a smirk at all the murmurs as people read the article. He watched their reactions carefully. It seems that most were taking it well. Faces of thoughtfulness, admiration, and agreement appeared. He noted down the ones who weren't taking it well. What do you know? Ron, Granger, the Weaslette, and Dumbledore. He watched with a hidden glee when Dumbledore seemed to physically age, his head drooping. He rolled his eyes as Granger started spouting denials and continued to eat, noting the stunned expressions of all the Slytherins.

"Merlin! A Slytherin lord! There hasn't been one in so long! And he's only sixteen!" Pansy exclaimed.

"He has quite a good point too. I wonder if our parents will ally with him," Blaise commented as he placed his paper down.

"Most likely, the Slytherin line isn't a line you want to mess with after all," Daphne added. Draco and Harry were both calmly eating as their friends intensely discussed the paper.

"Hey, why aren't you two surprised?" Theo asked after a while. Harry gave a small smirk.

"Well, I'd hope I wouldn't be. He lives with me after all." The table was silent for a long moment.