What in the world is Salazar Slytherin doing here? (Y/n) asked herself, she meet the eyes of the man and tried her best not to be intimidated my him. He glanced at her, his eyes showing no sign of any emotion. He reminded her a lot like Tom.
"So, my child, how is the world treating pure-bloods like us?" Slytherin asked politely. He walked over to the cliff and sighed to breathe the fresh air that blew harshly in their skin, the air tasting of salt and ice. He shot a look on his right, to see Tom was staring on the ground, ashamed to meet his eyes.
"Oh... you aren't pure... are you Tom?" He asked a slight anger and confusion in his tone. Tom didn't move an inch but instead lifted his head to stare into the horizon to watch the sun disappearing behind some dark clouds.
"No, my mum fell in love with some filthy muggle who abandoned her when he knew she was pregnant, he didn't even bother to stay or say another word to her face." Tom answered Slytherin, who was eyeing him carefully. Now, he turned his head to look at (Y/n) who was shifting side to side, clearly awkward, she didn't want to be in the middle of a family affair.
"What about you dear?" He asked slowly, "What's your blood status?" He stared at her intently, as if he was trying to read her or capture her soul. She fought back and answered calmly,
"Why does it matter to you? Tom already broke the purity." (Y/n) said, lifting her eyebrows, somewhere far into the vast ocean, thunder started to rumble. Tom shot her an very furious look and at that moment she knew she messed up and shouldn't have said it. She knew Tom was very insecure about his blood and parentage, and that he would do anything to be pure.
"But if you must know, I'm a pure-blood". She stated. The old man simply nodded and showed her a smirk.
"Feisty one you got my boy." He said over to Tom. Tom was glaring out at the distant, seeing that a storm was probably going to hit soon. He also wondered what were the other Death Eaters doing.
"Tell me...(Y/n) right? Tell me... about your family. " Slytherin asked clearly intrigued, his veiny and pale skin rubbed his beard as his grip tightened around his staff.
"My great great grandmother was murdered by Merlin. A passion crime they call it. I would just call it a jealousy murder." She glanced over at Tom who noticed her staring and smiled at her, a very little and brief moment. She knew he was still mad at her.
"Ahhh! Hohoho! You're Wanda's great great granddaughter! That's why you look so, familiar. I used to teach her, a very bright witch with very very special powers." He paused and lingered his words, "do you... possess them?" he asked slyly. (Y/n) looked taken aback and searched Tom with her eyes, so he could hint her what to do, he looked away, denying any eye contact.
(Y/n) sighed and held out her palm. She closed her eyes and focused on a red energy ball forming in her hand. She reopened her eyes as she felt a tingling sensation, the ball was there, and she saw as she looked over at the horizon, that the sky was getting darker and darker. The wind was blowing harder and harder and thunder was rumbling closer and closer. As Tom looked nonchalant, and continued daydreaming. (Y/n) knew it was her fault and that she shouldn't have said what she did, but this attitude was unacceptable and very immature. So this scarlet red energy ball she was holding, she grew it at Tom, but she didn't budge. Until rain started to pour onto him, and only him. In a few seconds he was dripping wet. And very very annoyed. Slytherin in the other hand was laughing and clearly was enjoying the show. Tom shot (Y/n) a dirty look and that's when she knew she was going in for a ride.
"Alright (Y/n), I think that's enough." Slytherin said, (Y/n) closed her eyes and the raines stopped pouring on Tom. The young boy, flickered his wand towards his clothes, and a warm almost burning sensation filled his skin, and before he knew, his clothes were dry.
"I think I've done my time, I'm heading back to sleep, don't forget to visit me sometimes and if you need any help killing mudbloods please do call me, I'd love to participate," he paused choosing his words, " just not today, I've had rather quite enough of this couple quarrel, though it was very fun to watch." He turned around and started to walk back to the cave, his steps trailing in the rocky path. He abruptly stopped and said loudly enough for Tom to hear,
"It's a waste that Slytherin's blood line came to become a half blood. I can't lie and say I'm not disappointed. That slut of a Merope could've chosen better." Tom staggered and pulled his wand out, ready to even kill the old man, but (Y/n) swung in front of him, pulling him to her. She shot him a Tom-don't-do-this glance and he stopped but she could still sense that he was tense.
Slytherin snickered and slid back into the jet black cave, his wicked and grim laughs echoing into the entrance of the cave.
Tom scoffed and looked back at (Y/n), fury in his eyes.
"How dare he say that? My mother wasn't a slut." He said, on the verge of tears. Tom was going to cry? As if he read her thoughts, he whipped his eyes quickly and looked back at the entry of the cave.
"Tom, I know your mother wasn't a slut," she paused and cupped his cheek, turned his head for him to meet her eyes.
"This still doesn't change the fact that I'm still mad at you for what you said earlier." He spat, ever so smirking.
"How to I make it up to you?" (Y/n) asked innocently, her hands trailing his chest, as she fixed his imaginary colar of his shirt.
He pulled her hand and grasped it, making her gasp slightly.
"I know just how to make you beg for forgiveness." He said.
She knew immediately what he meant as they apparated back to the Malfoy Manor.
