Irene M. V. Williams

Chapter 20

There was a small part of Irene that was happy to be back at Hogwarts. Sure the old Coot was there, but so were her friends.

Irene was leaving forward on the bench, facing the center of the great hall, waiting for Salazar's sorting.

"Welcome back, students!" Dumbledore was standing at his podium.

"And here I thought that his fashion sense couldn't get any worse," Irene mumbled many to herself but many of her housemates heard her and laughed slightly at the comment

"With a new year, we begin a new semester full of possibilities. Before you start eating we have a new student, Salazar Locke. We will do his sorting now." 

Sal strode to the front of the staff table with a smirk on his lips and confidence in his strides. His dark hair slicked back by gel, with a velvet silver tie, swinger behind him as he walked.

Hermione leaned over to Irene, "Where do you think he's gonna be sorted?"

Irene just looked at Hermione with an amused smirk on her face, "Slytherin obviously. Have you seen how cocky he is in his ability to get what he wants?"

Only a moment passed before Alistair, in his hat form, yelled out, "SLYTHERIN!"

Irene clapped first, Hermione and Kevin joining before the rest of the students did, but none as enthusiastically as Irene. She beamed as she watched his robes change so that they were lined in silver and green. As he glanced toward her his look unsure but there was a spark of joy within his features that Irene couldn't miss. She nodded and he responded with one of his own before making his way to the Slytherin table.

*Time skip brought to you by Dean and Castiel being a cute ass couple*

Several weeks after coming back from break, Irene and Sal were about to part ways after the weekly meeting with His Majesty when they both overheard a heated conversation.

Quickly both cast the disillusionment charm on each other, but not before holding hands to keep track of one another. Creeping closer to listen to the angry whispers, they peered around a corner to find the conversation was between one Professor Snape and one Professor Quirrell.
"...the stone." Professor Quirrell stuttered, the two hiding children only hearing the end of his sentence.

At this, Professor Snape gripped the front of Quirrell's robes bringing him up to his height, "I would be very careful on how you proceed. I better not find you endangering any of my students again, you should be very grateful that the Headmaster took the fall for your troll incident. If you go after the stone and do not heed my words you will find what it means to be my enemy, and you do not want to be my enemy Quirrell."

Letting go of the other professor's robes, Snape marched away his dark robes billowing after him. Professor Quirrell sagged against the wall.

"Yes, you do not wish to become someone's enemy Quirrell. However, it is not Snape you should be worrying about." The voice came from the other side of the column as if the person was standing right on top of Quirrell. The voice was deep but almost sounded weakened and ever so angry.

Sal tightened his grip on Irene's hand, as he felt a shiver run through her.

After Quirrell left, Irene was still for a moment before dragging Sal through the hall until they reached the entrance of the third corridor.

"There's a Cerberus here, Sal and now we know that whatever Dumbledore is hiding is being sought after by...the shade." The shade had become the code word they had decided on, for when talking about the attached parasite to Professor Quirrell.