We Are The Cursed Children (Harry Potter Self-Insert Fic because why tf not?)

Hey, It's Sluterin

When the Slytherin exchange students were told their common room was in the dungeons below the school, the first thought that came up was, "Ew."

The thought of staying in a dark, musty, wet underground dungeon was not appealing to any of the students.

Their Head of House... was gone.

The students were actually being taken to the Slytherin dorms by McGonagall. The woman had explained that their Head of House was the DADA teacher, and they were busy with some personal things. However, their DADA teacher would be here tomorrow.

McGonagall led the students near the entrance, showing them a door to the right of it. "This is the main entrance of the Slytherin Common Room. Of course, there are other ways to get into Slytherin but what's the fun in telling you secrets?" McGonagall gave the kids a rather catty grin.

Francis looked over at her friends, Dustin and J were... mumbling something under their breath with suspicious grins on their faces. Francis just rolled her eyes at them, knowing full well the two were going to find every single secret passageway of Hogwarts even if it meant confronting a three-headed dog.

McGonagall opened the door, the children filing inside. It was dark at first, but then lamp posts on the side lit up as soon as all the students were inside. It startled them, some of the students squealing like pigs.

McGonagall all but laughed at them softly, muttering about how "different" the exchange students were compared to Hogwarts' Slytherin students.

She guided them, taking them through a tunnel of sorts. It was actually quite cold, which made sense as they were descending below the ground levels.

Francis peered at the stone walls, grimacing when she saw how damp the walls were. Cold droplets of water dripped down the walls. Francis was wondering if the whole "Slytherins are the high-class snobs" rumors untrue because no way in hell was a spoiled little brat able to live surrounded by cold rusty bricks deep in the ground with a body of water over them. Yes, the students were aware that the Slytherin common room was below a pond or lake or whatever it was.

"Hey," J poked Francis' shoulder, the girl raising an eyebrow at her friend, "Do you think I could yell, 'Get out of my swamp' like Shrek?"

Francis scrunched up her face, squinting her eyes at them, "What? Why would you do that?"

"Because we're basically going to live under a swamp." They pointed out.

Francis groaned, "Don't remind me."

"I wonder if other students can sneak into each other's common rooms. I mean, it can't be that hard, right?" Dustin said, the lights giving his blonde hair a glow that made it look gold. His hair was not gold however, it was a weird mixture of dirty blonde and baby blonde. It could also be considered wavy, but it was rather a shaggy mess of waves with his short cut.

They stopped in front of another door that was somewhat hidden by green vines. It was on a stretch of a stone wall with a snake knocker on it. McGonagall took the knocker and tapped it on the door. The students watched as the knocker moved, the snake becoming animated.

It hissed at McGonagall, baring its fangs at her. Bt McGonagall was unnerved, she stared at the snake with a rather bored expression. "Mint."

At that word, the snake calmed down and retreated back to its knocker state. The wooden door opened wide, showing a large room of green and silver.

As the students came in, McGonagall smiled as the students admired the wealthy coaches and silk curtains, even though there weren't any windows. It had a sophisticated regal feel to it, allowing a cool atmosphere. Above the at the ceiling- there was no ceiling actually. Instead it showed a mass of water with fish and plants decorating the water. It was amazing how the room itself was not flooded, no drop of water anywhere. On one of the walls was a clear view of a portrait of a man who they all knew was Horace Slughorn, a heroic Slytherin in the Battle of Hogwarts.