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Thanks to Lockie, who read this fic at midnight and
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The Sorrow of
kill-by-glare, live basilisk.”
have to hatch one?”
hoped you would have an idea.”
her head, blue eyes wide. “I may have
been able to help Danick hide those doxies he simply had to have, but…a
basilisk is very different.” She
frowned, fingering her bread but not eating it.
will you use?” she asked suddenly.
shrugged and bit into an apple.
“Longbottom is always losing
hers; she won’t notice.”
will you steal it?” Eren asked. “You have no access to Gryffindor’s House,
and she doesn’t-” She stopped suddenly, seeing the pleading look on her
Eren,” Sorrow whispered. “Please.” She watched silently as the older girl
debated with herself. To steal from a
fellow Housemate was wrong, but it wasn’t as if the toad would be hurt, or even
missed. And it had to be done.
suppose…” Eren began hesitantly, her eyes glancing around the Great Hall at the
other students. “It certainly wouldn’t
grinned at her friend. “Excellent. Is there any way you could bring it to
nodded. “If I can find it. Last I saw, it was hiding in one of the
tolled far above, and Eren jumped.
late for Astronomy,” she said, gathering her books. Around them, the other students were hurrying from the Hall,
meet in the Library when you’ve finished with Astronomy,” Sorrow remarked,
taking another bite of her bread. “Then
you can bring the toad.”
reluctantly, then hurried from the Hall.
watched her friend leave, knowing that she would come to the Library, that
there was little need to worry. Eren
was loyal to her friends.
As the Hall
emptied, Sorrow remained in her seat, a frown on her face. She would need a safe, secluded place to
hatch the basilisk, somewhere far away from curious students. It would not be good if the birth of this
basilisk was followed by a death.
“Sorrow? Are you waiting for someone?”
up as the familiar voice interrupted her thoughts. The smiling face of Rowena Ravenclaw looked down on her. The Hall was silent, Sorrow realized. Everyone else had departed.
replied quickly, standing. “I was thinking.” She felt her face turn red and did not quite
smiled at her, her blue eyes twinkling.
“There is nothing wrong with thinking, my dear. I am afraid we are all caught doing so every
now and then. But I am glad to have
found you. I was hoping for a bit of
“Oh.” Sorrow nodded. “Of course.” She loved
helping Rowena. Unlike Helga, the woman
did not badger her or become angry if she soiled her robes. Rowena was more interested in hearing about
Sorrow’s day, or going with her to the forest to see the animals. The two had spent hours discussing the
secrets of the forest. Unlike the
others, Rowena did not come from a magical family, so every bit of information
about the magical world fascinated the woman.
Sorrow enjoyed her time with Rowena, and considered her a close
“I hear you
spoke with your father earlier,” Rowena remarked as the two started up the
stairs that led from the Great Hall to Ravenclaw Tower, where Rowena’s students
lived, and where her study was situated.
“Might I inquire as to what he said?”
thoughts returned to the dark study with the glaring snake, her father’s
hissing voice in her mind. He had not
said anything about telling the others, but something in her told her he would not
be pleased. His snake-talk frightened
Helga, and many times Godric had expressed concern for the ability. If the two discovered that he wanted a
basilisk, he would be most displeased.
And Salazar Slytherin had his ways for dealing with those who displeased
to me of my Sorting,” she chose to tell Rowena. “He is determined that I be in his House.”
nodded as they came to a landing, both breathing deeply. “I had guessed as much. If I had a child, I would wish them to be in
my House as well. However…” She stopped climbing for a moment and turned
to look at Sorrow with a frown on her fair face.
it?” Sorrow asked, confused. But the
woman did not reply. She had retreated
to her thoughts, as she did every now and then. Her blue eyes were stormy and unseeing as they continued to stare
at Sorrow. Who knew what thoughts were
crossing through the woman’s mind?
Sorrow took a seat on the cold stone floor.
There was little she could do until the woman came back to the real
world. She wished she could tell Rowena
about the basilisk. If anyone had the
ability to help her, it was Rowena.
Though not born of the wizarding world, the youngest Founder of Hogwarts
had spent days emerged in books and scrolls, determined to learn anything she
could about the world.
Sorrow leaped to her feet as a man her father’s age came onto the landing. He was handsome, with dark auburn hair drawn
into a tail at the nape of his neck, and sharp grey eyes that watched students’
every move. His scarlet and gold robes
billowed around him as he walked over to the girl.
started it again, Godric,” she told the man, glancing at Rowena, who still
stared into nothing. “I was waiting.”
Gryffindor approached Rowena and gently touched her shoulder. Instantly, she returned to life, jumping as
her eyes fell on the man.
“Godric! Pardon me, I didn’t see you there,” Rowena
said, her eyes wide. She crossed her
arms across her chest and stepped back, seeming frightened. Sorrow watched her, confused. She had never seen Rowena act like this,
like a child caught spying. Sorrow
glanced at Godric, concerned. He
what is wrong? Is something troubling
shook her head and did not reply.
Sorrow watched from her corner of the landing, frightened yet
curious. Rowena had realized something
while in her thoughts, something that scared her. Sorrow recalled her words to the woman, of her father’s wishes,
then of Rowena’s reply… “If I had a child, I would wish them to be in my
House as well, however…” However what?
Rowena had not said, and did not seem to care to finish.
the two of you doing?” Godric asked Sorrow, turning to look at the girl.
shrank back at the stern look on his face.
“She…she said she needed help with something,” she replied, her voice
shaking. “We were going to her study
and she just stopped.”
his hands through his hair and shook his head.
“You should return to your room,” he told her. “I will accompany her to Helga…hopefully she will know what to
watched as he took the woman’s elbow and began leading her down the
stairs. As she turned to go her own
way, she heard a whisper that made her stop and look. Rowena had turned her head to stare at Sorrow, her blue eyes
bulging. She opened her mouth, and a
harsh whisper came out.
she whispered as she was led away.
“Secrets of Slytherin.”
Helga told us. She’ll be fine-”
“IF I DO
NOT HAVE SILENCE, YOU WILL BE SENT BACK TO YOUR HOUSES!”
sharp voice broke over the whispers of the students in the Library, startling
everyone into silence. Sorrow glanced
up at him, thankful, but he did not look at her. With an ill feeling in her stomach, she returned to the scroll
she had been reading.
Great Serpent turned to him, his body froze and he fell to the ground. Three men ran to him and shouted that he was
slain, yet no blood streamed from his body.
A wail was heard from the nearby hut as his beloved learned of his
fate. As she was calmed, the men
attempted their own luck on the creature who had killed one hundred men…
put the scroll down, frustrated. In the
entire library, none of the books or scrolls told how to create a
basilisk. All were tales of valor, of
the ferocious King of Serpents who killed with one glance…
Why did her
father want this terrible beast? The
scrolls told her they could grow to be fifty feet, and lived impossibly long
lives. None could control them, save
those who spoke to snakes, and even a few of them had been killed as they
accidentally looked into their pet’s eyes.
Why would anyone want to have such a deadly creature?
It was the
one thing she wanted to know the most, yet the one thing these scrolls would
not tell her. Something in her mind
told her she knew the answer, but it did not come to her.
are.” Eren fell into the chair next to
Sorrow, dumping an armload of books onto the table. “I couldn’t find the toad, but did you hear-”
Sorrow said in a low whisper. “I was
at her with wide eyes. “I heard in the
hallway, but I thought perhaps-”
Croupet, do you not understand the meaning of silence?”
round cheeks turned bright red as Salazar put his hands on the table and glared
at both girls.
apologies, sir,” Eren whispered.
“Perhaps…I’ll just leave.”
Flustered, she ran from the Library, leaving her things on the
table. Sorrow bit her lip and looked at
her father, suddenly very frightened at what he would say.
Salazar’s eyes were almost kind as he opened his mouth to speak to his
wise to enlist help,” he said, “so long as she does not tell others…” His eyes flashed, and Sorrow felt her
stomach churn, understanding what he meant, hoping that by bringing Eren into
this she wasn’t leading her to an accidental death…
sifted through the scrolls on the table, nodding and smirking every few
moments. “Excellent, you are doing your
research well.” The praise made Sorrow
smile happily. She was doing it right,
he was pleased with her.
this I hear of Rowena?” A lethal
sweetness had crept into his voice, and Sorrow watched cautiously, her
happiness evaporating. “She is ill in
the hospital wing, and the students whisper your name through the school?” He raised his eyebrows and his voice turned
to a hiss. “You bring attention to
us, daughter. This is not the time, nor
is it the place. Be quiet, be
small. Do your job and make me proud.”
Father,” Sorrow whispered. “I’m
sorry.” Us. He had said us.
She was with him now. Father and
daughter. Salazar and Sorrow. The Slytherins.