She was the last of her line, according to her father. A natural parseltongue, and a direct descendant of Salazar Slytherin.
Gaunt. The long lost Slytherin heir. The long lost phantom queen.
She was bred by her father to be determined, cunning, ru...
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"Potter is What..?!", a seething Morrigan Gaunt asked at breakfast.
Her hair was pristine and tied in a high ponytail. Her onyx hair pulled back and her aristocratic cheekbones in full display.
"He's the new seeker for the Gryffindor team. It's bloody ridiculous. He's not even a second year. Yet he has his own broom. It's a fucking nimbus 2001. We will obliterate them..-", Aidan Lynch answered, gripping his goblet tightly, his knuckles white.
Morrigan had never known fear, but when she looked at the raging embers that were her cousin's eyes, she felt scared for the Potter Boy.
"He's just bloody lucky that McGonagall even saw his pathetic arse. We will win the cup. I don't care if we have to rip out of the Potter's fingers", Marcus Flint, the captain of the Slytherin growled to his team.
Aidan is the co-captain, and this summer he would be training with the national Irish Quidditch team. He was trying out for seeker. He's bloody brilliant.
"And we still are one chaser down, Pucey is still injured from training. Lynch, you'll have play chaser today. We'll put Higgs in Seeker duty, but we are still one chaser down".
Morrigan turned to the sound of Marcus's voice. If Potter was a seeker, why couldn't she be a chaser? She played all summer with Aidan and knew her way quite expertly around a broom. She smirked, walking towards the Slytherin players.
"No, No, No, Mor, I literally see the cogs turning in your head, what are you planning?", Blaise Zabini took her arm, wanting to stop the reckless girl.
She only pushed forward unlatching her arm from his grip.
"It looks to me like the Slytherin Quidditch team will have their first female chaser, and the cup at the end of this year", she answered, still walking back to the table.
Blaise jumped in surprise, taken aback by the sudden action. Slytherin never accepted any female competitors. Women were not ruthless or cunning enough. That was their pathetic excuse for wasting pristine potential.
Daphne's eyes widened and she visibly flinched as the Gaunt girl reached Captain Marcus Flint and poked his shoulder with her finger that belonged to a perfectly manicured hand.
"Flint, I heard you need a chaser. I want it", Morrigan said, smirking towards the flabbergasted team.
Aidan lurched forward, almost wanting to cover her mouth. This was insane. She must have hit her head or something. This was utterly and completely insane.
"Gaunt, What are you even saying you nitwit?", seethed Higgs.
"You heard me. I want in. I can be your chaser. You'll have your first female teammate and the cup by the end of the year"
Marcus Flint laughed. Laughed so loudly. His snorts filling the now silent hall. Aidan flinched as the rest of his teammates followed in suit. Blaise had a horrified expression. He felt sorry for the captain because in-
