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S.S. Memoirs: Parselmouth by ForgottenFace
Chapter 3 : Chapter 2
 
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Hogwarts, 1937 a.D.

“Stop reading that book, we’re late for class,” said one of Joffrey’s Slytherin friends, holding the dormitory door.

Joffrey closed the old black book ornamented with the Slytherin crest. “You go, I’m right behind you.”

“You’re always reading that darn thing,” his friend shook his head in disdain and slammed the door behind him.

Joffrey scanned the room to make sure he was alone and waited until he could no longer hear anyone. He quickly jumped out of bed and dragged his trunk from under it. He hid the book in a concealed pocket inside the trunk that he had made himself.  Some of his Slytherin classmates had the nasty habit of going through other people’s personal things and he didn’t want them to find that book.






Norwich, Norfolk, 927 a.D

“I want to go, too,” complained Salazar, rubbing his sleepy eyes.

His father and brother were preparing to leave – Alfred with the biggest grin on his face Salazar had ever seen. Today Alfred was going with their father to buy a wand, their parents had decided that it was time that he started to learn magic.

“It will be your turn soon,” Salazar’s father kneeled in front of him and put his big hands on the boy’s shoulders. “I know you can’t wait to be able to cast spells and be a ‘proper wizard’, as you call it, but you are too young. A wizard needs to be able to control himself and have discipline. This is no child’s play.”

“But I am not a child, father!” Salazar protested, shoving his father’s hands off his shoulders.

“You are and the way you are behaving right now proves it,” his father got up, kissed his mother goodbye and left, Salazar’s brother running after him.

“Salazar, go degnome the garden,” his mother pointed through the window, towards a small maze of vegetable plants. “And don’t give me that look!” she added when Salazar frowned angrily.

“Why do I have to do it?” Salazar complained, folding his arms.

“Because I’m telling you to, do you want me to get the broom?” his mother put her hands on her hips and gave him the menacing looks that only she knew how to do.

Salazar ran to the garden, almost smashing into a brown barn owl. The bird hooted angrily and pecked him in the head.

“Stupid bird,” Salazar muttered, shooing the owl away and rubbing the place where the owl had bit him.

He did like degnoming the garden, if he was doing it with his brother. They would compete against one another to see how far each of them could throw the gnomes. Alone, it was a boring chore.

He grabbed a small gnome by the ankle and watched as the little creature fought against his fingers, before flinging it away beyond the dark fence surrounding the vegetable garden.

“Salazar, come inside,” he heard his mother’s voice coming through the open door that lead to the house. The young Slytherin huffed, frustrated, and swung one last gnome away before going back inside.

His mother was standing on the entrance, waiting for him. She waved him in. “Come on, get inside,” she said.

“What did I do?” Salazar knew that when his mother interrupted his chores something had happened and it was usually something he had done.

“Nothing. Sit,” his mother pointed towards a chair, next to where she was gutting one of the rabbits Salazar’s father had brought. “I want you to tell me about the Wizarding Uprising.”

“Why?”

“Just do what I said!”

“It begun when Eorpwald of East Anglia became a Christian,” Salazar started.

“Converted,” his mother corrected. She was now looking worriedly out the window. “What year was that?”

“627 AD,” Salazar sighed. “Right after that, he decided to convert the rest of the people to Christian an—“

“Christianity,” his mother corrected him again, the rabbit all but forgotten now.

Christianity,” Salazar hated to be interrupted. “And proclaimed that Paganism and magic were to be banned. Anyone found using magic would be imprisoned and burned.”

“Who opposed him?” Salazar’s mother had now a piece of parchment in her hand, which she kept twisting and turning nervously.

“Ricberht. He was one of the most powerful wizards of the time and led a rebellion against Eorpwald,” one of Salazar’s sisters, Gwendolyn, came in from outside the house. She was carrying the youngest member of the Slytherin family. The baby was sleeping and sucking on Gwendolyn’s index finger.

“They killed each other at the battle of Cambridgeshire, in 632. 20 thousand Wizards and Muggles died that day,” Hazel, the freckled twin, said grimly, coming in after her sister. “Neither side won, so the kingdom stayed the same.”

“Until now,” Salazar’s mother sighed, still looking out the window.

“You always make us tell this story,” Salazar protested.

“If you forget the past, what stops you from making the same mistakes?” his mother said, turning her eyes towards the window again.

“Sal, Sal, look at my wand,” Alfred burst in through the door, holding what looked like a twig. “It’s apple with dragon’s heart string.”

Salazar reached for the wand, but his brother took it away.

“I just want to see it properly,” Salazar complained.

“You can look at it, but not touch it,” Alfred said.

“But that’s not fair, I’m not going to do anything to it,” Salazar tried to get a hold of the wand again, but Alfred was faster and hid it inside his shirt.

“Boys, don’t argue,” their father’s commanding voice echoed through the house. “I want everyone here this instant.”

All of the Slytherin family gathered around the fire, where the mother was already cooking a rabbit stew. Alfred was waving his new wand about, sending sparks in all directions.

Expelliarmus!” their father bellowed, with his wand pointed towards Alfred. The boy’s wand flew across the room. “You are not allowed to use a wand until you know how!” he put both wands inside his robe’s pocket. “I want you all to pack your belongings; we’re leaving in the morning.”

“What? Why?” Hazel asked.

“Don’t argue with your father, just do what he says,” their mother said. “Now, please.”






A/N: Sorry for the long wait and the short chapter. I guarantee you it is not a filler chapter, there's a lot of meaning behind it, you just have to keep reading. =P The next chapter should be up soon, it's already written and it's longer than this one - lots of action as well. Thank you for reading and please leave a review =D
 


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