Queen of Slytherin

CHAPTER 18

(A. N. I'm sorry for the short hiatus I took! I was so swamped with coursework that I didn't even have the energy to read anything! I'm back and will try updating more regularly. I've also started writing a book that isn't a fanfiction and am eighty thousand words in. I've started it since I was ten but I've changed it bit by bit and it evolved with my book taste. So, of course it's a reverse harem novel. I'm planning of publishing it on kindle. Do you think that people would buy it?

We've talked about Bellatrix's role in this FF and option C won. She will be the cool Aunt. She will make her first appearance in the third act of this book. What do You guys think about time skips after the first act?

Because of the soulmate thing and the fact that Voldemort isn't the main cause of things in each book, a lot of plot is missing and there isn't a point in filling them in. Dumbledore will wait until much later on before he acts. I also want to get to the fourth year/act quicker. That's when boys start trying to court Pansy, Daphne and Roselia and their mates get pissy and territorial about it. I can't wait till fifth and sixth year because that's when things start getting spicy. I'm just information dumping here so it's a little messy. Just needed some help sounding it out. Lemme know if you guys have any opinions.)

“Hmm,” said a small voice in his ear. “You are interesting. Smart, kind with a hint of ruthlessness, extremely loyal yet calculative. Bravery is part of you."

"Anywhere but not Gryffindor."

"Are you sure? I'd be happy to send you to Slytherin which is where I think you'll grow the most. It'll piss off the old fucker, right?" At my mental acknowledgement, the hat shouted—

"SLYTHERIN!"

The hall went even more silent before murmurs broke out.

"Roselia Potter is in Slytherin?"

"Roselia Potter, a Slytherin? Impossible!"

"Could she be turning dark?"

Were examples of such murmurs. I felt my eyebrow twitch in annoyance. Just because I'm in Slytherin, they immediately start painting me as a villain. Well, they're not totally wrong though. I'm mated to a dark lord which technically means that I'm a dark lady. Doesn't mean that they get to push their prejudices on an eleven year old girl.

The twins were the first ones to clap who weren't Slytherin. If I wasn't still being petty about the twins catcalling the other female student before, I would have run to hug them. Unfortunately for them, I was still petty about it. I took off the hat and ran towards my other Slytherin mates. I sat down in between Sirius and Regulus while Lorenzo was opposite me. Sirius immediately started ranting under his breath and used some words that would even make Wade Wilson (A. K. A. Ryan Reynolds) blush. I didn't get to hear the rest because Regulus covered my ears. I looked up at him and realized that his mouth was moving as well in agreement with what Sirius was saying. I do enjoy Regulus' attempts at keeping my innocence but it was all in vain. If only he knew what sort of fanfictions, books and mangas I used to read. Some of which were about him and his brother. Some of which were of Tom and even Uncle Moony... Yeah, scratch that. No more thinking about Uncle Moony. It was nice to read about him when he was still a fictional character but not as fun when he's practically your adopted dad. Yuck! Ew! Definitely not!

I felt something or someone prodding my mind shields and I pushed them out violently. The reaction was immediate. The idiotic headmaster spit out his drink and coughed out some blood which made Minnie and a portly woman take him to the infirmary. Uncle Sev picked up the scroll and continued reading out the names. The portly professor had wavy grey hair wearing older brown and khaki green robes and a shabby brownish-green knitted witch's hat. She had a kind face and she was quite short. I presumed that she was Professor Sprout. The head of Huffelpuff and the Professor of herbology.

"Riddle, Thomas!" Snape drawled out and I turned my attention onto Tom as he walked towards the hat. I raised my fists and showed him two thumbs up and he smirked. The hat barely touched his head before it bellowed.

"SLYTHERIN!" Tom slowly walked towards us and sat beside Lorenzo who was looking slightly sleepy. His eyelids dropped cutely and I held in a coo.

Dumbledore had came back and sat down right before the food had started appearing out of nowhere. I noticed that Ron was already stuffing a chicken drumstick in his mouth.

At last, the desserts disappeared too, and the old fucktard got to his feet again. The hall fell silent.
“Ahem — just a few more words now that we are all fed and watered. I have a few start-of-term notices to give you. First years should note that the forest on the grounds is forbidden to all pupils. And a few of our older students would do well to remember that as well.”

Dumbledore’s twinkling eyes flashed in the direction of the Weasley twins.

“I have also been asked by Mr. Filch, the caretaker, to remind you all that no magic should be used between classes in the corridors. Quidditch trials will be held in the second week of the term. Anyone interested in playing for their house teams should contact Madam Hooch.

“And finally, I must tell you that this year, the third-floor corridor on the right-hand side is out of bounds to everyone who does not wish to die a very painful death.”

He did not just say that! Now that I'm looking back, a responsible adult should never tell children not to go there without telling them the reason because children are nosy little blighters...

“And now, before we go to bed, let us sing the school song!” cried Dumbledore. I had noticed that the other teachers’ smiles had become rather fixed. Uncle Sev's face was the worst. He looked like he tasted a particularly bitter lemon making my giggle. When I nudged Sirius and he realised, he let gave me an evil smile and reached for his wand but a warning glare from his younger brother had made him pout and sit back down, crossing his arms

Dumbledore gave his wand a little flick, as if he was trying to get a fly off the end, and a long golden ribbon flew out of it, which rose high above the tables and twisted itself, snakelike, into words.

“Everyone pick their favorite tune,” said Dumbledore, “and off we go!”

And the school bellowed:

“Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hoggy Warty Hogwarts,
Teach us something please,
Whether we be old and bald
Or young with scabby knees,
Our heads could do with filling
With some interesting stuff,
For now they’re bare and full of air,
Dead flies and bits of fluff,
So teach us things worth knowing,
Bring back what we’ve forgot,
just do your best, we’ll do the rest,
And learn until our brains all rot.”

Everybody finished the song at different times. At last, only Fred and George were left singing along to a very slow funeral march. Dumbledore conducted their last few lines with his wand and when they had finished, he was one of those who clapped loudest. I rolled my eyes at him. Pretentious bastard.

“Ah, music,” he said, wiping his eyes. “A magic beyond all we do here! And now, bedtime. Off you trot!”

(A. N. Hope you enjoyed this chapter as well!)