𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫
❝ death cannot exist without life
and life cannot exist without death.
it is a cycle, a never-ending circle ❞
──── 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 Amy didn't understand the whole obsession people had with Harry Potter...
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"Or perhaps in Slytherin. You'll make your real friends. Those cunning folk use any means to achieve their ends." — The Sorting Hat to Harry Potter
VERSAILlES's 1st POV:
Thankfully the feast quickly came to a close and Headmaster Dumbledore shooed us off and we all filed out of the dining hall to our new homes. Professor Snape, the current Head of Slytherin was leading the charge of the twenty-odd first years down towards the dungeons where our new common room resided.
As we ventured deeper into the castle, it grew quieter and colder with the pathway only being lit by burning torches.
We stopped at a large imposing door where two knights in shining armour stood on either side. A slithering sound could be heard as two stone snakeheads stood atop the door entwined with each other, their emerald green stones seemed to judge us as we watched Snape say the password and the door opened slowly on its own.
The first thing anyone noticed was green. The room was basked in a green light as the large glass windows reflected the dangerous murky waters of the Black Lake. Green silk curtains trapezed over the floor-to-ceiling windows.
We walked down the entrance marble staircase and I ran my hand over the snake railing, feeling every individual carved scale.
The common room itself was large and open with grey stone walls and a glass mosaic ceiling window. A fire crackled under an elaborately carved mantelpiece and several expensive sofas and tables were lining the carved marble stone floor.
The floor itself was a clean marble with etchings of elaborate snakes and swirls. The walls were decorated with green tapestries of Medieval Slytherins donned in chainmail and their swords raised and snakes fighting and twirling around each other.
It was a grand atmosphere, but the cold lingered like Death's kiss that seemed seeped into your bones even with the thick cloaks we had on.
"It hasn't changed," Regulus mused by her side as he looked around the green room with a look of nostalgia that seemed forever etched in his sad face. I took his hand in mine as Snape's low and bored voice echoed throughout the grand yet empty room since the other students were still lingering out to give us first years a semblance of peace on the first night.
