Imogen Weasley is the odd one out. Not sorted into Gryffindor with her Brothers Fred and George at age 11. Fighting her way through a world that refuses to accept her, she finds power in those she loves and chooses the light to protect those that lo...
It was quiet in the Castle, everyone having gone home for Christmas. The Slytherin common room was completely empty and it was strangely peaceful. I was sat by the fire reading over potions essay, it was complete waffle but I won't do any better until I can convince Addy to look it over when he gets back. I throw it down in front of me, ready to pack it in for the night and go to bed ready for Christmas tomorrow when a thought strikes me. There a loads of old school books left on the shelf the boards of previous Slytherins, many of which were budding potioniers. Crouching down to look at the titles of the books on the shelf tucked in the corner of the room, my hand slides over a carving knife the wall that I'd never noticed before. It's an small, intricate carving of a Lion in the wall.
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I bend down to inspect it further, my hand pushing against the wall. It seems like it's been there a while, the edges worn down so they are smooth, making it difficult to distinguish between the wall and the carving. With a loud click, the wall opens up, as the carving reaches my eye level. I topple forward and fall through the opening in the wall and land in a heap at the bottom of a gentle slope in a heap. Groaning, I get to my feet and look around. It's damp and dark and there is a pungent, Mildew-y smell. "Lumos" I whisper and lift my wand up. I'm standing in a tunnel, the walls of which are slick with what I can only assume is lake water. The section of the wall the leads to the common room is sealed tightly, so slowly I start to move down the tunnel, unsure of where I'll end up. The passage slopes upward and I walk for maybe ten minutes until a set of steps looms out of the dark. They are cleaner than the rest of the tunnel and spiral sharply upwards. When I finally reach the top of the staircase, it opens out into a small windowless room. I have to crouch down as to not hit my head on the ceiling. The room seems to have no exit, but I try tapping my wand on the wall opposite the top of the stairs. It opens with a click and I climb of if the gloom into a light, circular room, decorated in red and gold. It was cozy, the fire embers slowly dying in the hearth, a lavishly decorated Christmas tree to the right of it, and two tousled red heads of hair poking out over the top of the two push arm chairs by the fire.
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"Knox" I whispered, standing up and stowing my wand in my back pocket (buttocks be damned). It was warm in here, informal and fun unlike the formal, coldness of the Slytherin common room (not that I don't love it there). Fred and George were quietly murmuring to themselves, probably about some prank they wanted to pull, they were listless and sleepy, not surprisingly so seeing as it was a quarter past midnight. I grin spread across my face as I slowly walked toward them, drawing my self up to my full height and in my best impression of Mum said: "And what sort of time do you boys call this? You should have been asleep hours ago!" They both jumped out of their seats, heads whipping around to find the source of my voice. They both relaxed when they saw me but were clearly confused to see me standing there. "Immy, thank Merlin, I thought you were Mum" Fred sighed, sagging into the arm chair as I came to sit opposite them both. "How did you get in here?" George asked, looking around as if he would find the answer to his question. "Well.." I started, "I was trying to finish that potions essay and I was looking for one of the old potions books on the book shelf in the common room and I found a Gryffindor Lion carving in the wall and it opened to to reveal a passage that lead here" I said. The plush chair was so comfy, it seemed to swallow me whole as I snuggled my self further down into it cushions nuzzling my nose into my green Weasley jumper. George stood up and wandered over to the book case, running his hand over the wall, searching for something. "But there's no connecting passage marked on the marauders map" Fred said. "Well maybe they didn't know about it" I shrugged, "didn't we describe they were all best friends who probably shared a dorm room?" "Yeah but.." Fred was cut off by George shouting excitedly. "Immy come and look at this!" I stood up, reluctant to leave my chair, but making my way over to him anyway. He was pointed to a faded carving of a Slytherin snake in the wall, just like the one in my common room.
