Ravenclaw

Chapter 21- A Threat or Some Help?

Song for the chapter: Gotta Be You by One Direction

{ P.S. I'm a Directioner lmao ;) }

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      'Helga Hufflepuff, that filthy half-blood, you, my little Salazar Slytherin, pure-blood, master of Parseltounge, made a, a, filthy, horrible, disgusting--'
     Salazar Slytherin, heir of the purest pure-blood folk, crumpled the rest of the wretched letter his mother sent and threw into the wastepaper basket, startling the peaceful, lovely, pregnant, Helga Hufflepuff.
     "What's wrong?" She asked, setting her knitting needles down. She stood up and groaned. It was her third month, and she was quite uncomfortable as she has been having double the pukes ever since she accidentally planted the berries that gave Rowena the same sickness-- though she got over hers pretty quickly, why isn't it the same for hers?
     "Feeling sick again, love?" He said, his eyebrows furrowing in concern as he held Helga in her arms, hoping she wouldn't be clumsy and fall to the floor again.
     She shook her head." Nah, I'm concerned about you." Her rare amber eyes looked into his green ones, that seemed darker each passing day...
     "My mother..."
     Helga understood immediately. They didn't need much words to understand, get each other, just by gazing into each other's eyes...
     But Salazar broke away. He couldn't bear crying in front of his love." I'm sorry, Helga, but, I need to go. My mother-- she, um..."
     Helga didn't want to let him go, but she had to. It was only for a while, right? She knew she had to let Salazar have a little air... whatever in that letter must've been harsh...
     "Yea, you need the air, go on..."

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Salazar walked quickly into the dark night and stood at the edge of the lake, contemplating his actions.
The construction worker must've eavesdropped on the conversation he had with Louis about Helga being pregnant.
He threw a rock into the lake. How could he be so careless? He knew that the construction wizard knew his mother, why didn't he realise that it could've reached his mother's ears?
But that wasn't the worst part. He was fine with defying his mother-- especially for his love and his child. But what she said in that letter spun out of control.
'If you don't kill that baby, I will. And I won't guarantee that the filthy blood will live as well.'
     Salazar sat down at the bank of the lake and held his knees close to his chest and closed his eyes, just like how it used to be when his father was here, the merpeople in the lake singing a soft lullaby, transporting him back into the happy days of his childhood...

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     "Come one, Salazar, I want to show you something."
     The deep, firm, call voice was compelling, and young Salazar obeyed his father, walking with him to the small balcony they had. His father's hand held Salazar's small one as Mariana Slytherin, his mother, watched, seething, from a distance.
     "One day, you'll do this family proud."
     Salazar looked up at his father, his green eyes shining brightly, not a trace of darkness that lurked inside.
     "You will be different. All this pure-blood malarkey..."
     "Honey, can I talk to you for a second?" Mariana suddenly called. The two looked back at her, and then back at each other. He smiled at little Salazar, who tried and grasp his hand again as he left to talk to his wife.
     Salazar decided to stay there and play with his toys-- and Sizzy.
     "And the great powerful Merlin defeats the giant snake-- hey!" He shrieked-- Sizzy had eaten his toy. But he wasn't the only one, for a horrible wail had sounded from the sitting room.
     "Papa?" Salazar said, running in to find his father dead on the floor, alone, a knife wedged in his chest and blood spilling onto the Portuguese carpet.
     "Papa!" He cried, running to his father and drenching himself in hot, sticky blood as he hugged him, crying, the only person he loved and respected, the only person who knew the good he was capable of and the bad the family has done.
     "Oh my word--"
     Mariana entered the room and scooped the bloody, crying boy into her arms." We must go. Now." She said, and she asked one of the servants to pack their bags, saying the vacation home in Portugal wasn't safe anymore, and the two fled, leaving the body of the heir of Slytherin behind.