Disclaimer: Harry Potter and characters all belong to J.K Rowling
Summary: Ravenclaw; Gryffindor; Slytherin; and Hufflepuff. Their stories have always been told but it's time to see behind the glamour
Four Worlds
Written by Mediale
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Chapter One
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The child was completely stunning, there was no denying it. And those eyes, those almond shaped eyes were begging him so desperately. It didn't help that those thin lips were curved into an animalistic—but beautiful—smile, as the child dwelled deeper into his carrier's arms.
How could anyone say no to him?
Perhaps the answer to this question was the last detail that the silent observer failed to see. Two petite hoofs peeked out from the curved arms that protected him.
The proclaimed observer stepped closer and sighed, the breath fanning across the satyr's round face. One look at the other man that held the young boy even tighter than before, told him what he was going to say.
It had happened many times before—this exact same situation, in fact. His young ward was too soft for his own good; the young man had always been bringing creatures, plants, or things (and many other objects that fit in other categories) back to his family's manors. The weak, the orphans, or the misfits would tear the young man's heart apart, and he just couldn't see them living all alone…unprotected with no one to help save them.
The routine was simple; they would first have civil conversation, the current object ignored; then the dreaded question would be popped.
Please can he/she/it stay?
And each and every time, large eyes would stare pleadingly at him. It was almost as if his ward had instructed his findings to do so.
And somehow, each and every time, Young Lord Salazar 'Slytherin' would prevail and win the—sometimes--heated arguments/discussions. By now the family's manor had countless creatures, hidden amongst the grounds. To Salazar's credit, he had hardly ever seen the strange beings after Salazar would first introduce them.
"May I ask what you think, Jacob?" Salazar asked, a single black eyebrow rose in question.
Jacob sighed again. He surely was getting too old for this.
"You know what I think Salazar. I've said it too many times for you not to know. But at least this time this child is normal…" Jacob answered, but he stopped short when he saw his ward's expression.
His raised eyebrow was down, and Salazar lips were stretched in a sheepish half-grin.
"He's normal by my standards, though maybe not by yours."
Salazar shifted, the young satyr's hooves appearing from his protective arms. Jacob groaned, struggling to keep himself from rubbing his temples.
"God. Salazar, your father is having visitors, and the new chambermaids are arriving! Don't you have common sense?"
"I have enough sense to know not to use the Lord's name in vain," Salazar retorted carelessly.
"Then I would have to believe in hell and heaven, and thus I would have to believe in the devil. And if I believed in the devil, I would have to believe that this family was its disciples. That wouldn't put me in a very comfortable position, now would it?"
Salazar snorted.
"Mother is too busy praying for her soul's redemption to follow the devil's lead," Salazar paused to take a slow breath, struggling to keep a bitter tone out of his voice, "And the devil really has no part in this, since I will be sure to hide this little fellow carefully."
Salazar turned, signaling the end of the conversation. In a handful of long and graceful steps the young lord reached the door. His hand rested softly on the smooth, old door, pausing in momentary thought.
"No one will notice, and no one will suspect anything. I swear on my honour." Salazar murmured, partly still in his moment of reverie.
"You better keep your promise," Jacob answered, quiet as his ward. "The burnings have been happening more often. People are like you are starting to become victims."
Salazar glanced over his shoulder, the small satyr's head blocking his solemn smile from Jacob's view. "People like who?" the young lord asked playfully. His lips quirked upwards, but Jacob stared at him with flat eyes.
Jacob's arms folded across his chest, staring down at his ward once again.
"Fine. You can be no fun at times." Almost carelessly, Salazar raised a free arm, as he shifted the satyr's weight." I swear no one will notice anything." He repeated firmly, "After all, has anyone really watched me?"
Jacob sighed. His shoulders heaved upwards, and then fell heavily down. Reluctantly, he admitted Salazar was right. Salazar was simply a Lord; he could charm his way out of anything, and he was good-looking, but he was one amongst dozens.
"Just be careful."
The pregnant quiet lingered, heavy on the room's two occupants.
Salazar opened the door impatiently—as if he could close the door the present and future conversations—and strode out, Thomas still watching him.
How could anyone not notice? How could anyone not watch, and see?
Even with Salazar's retreating figure growing smaller, Thomas could still recognize his ward's uncanny grace. The younger man didn't walk, he seemed to dance. As if he strode on air, or he had tiny wings on his feet.
If Jacob didn't know better, with the young man's ethereal looks and grace, he would have assumed he was one of the Fay. Instead he was the next best thing—or worst, it simply was a matter of opinion. Lord Salazar Slytherin was a witch, a warlock, a wizard, an enchanter; whatever you wish to call a magical creature such as himself.
Now one may think that this would may everything easier for the caretaker. The young wizard could entertain himself with silly magic tricks, and with a flick of his hand he could protect himself from a wild beasts or kidnappers. Magic would solve everything, wouldn't it?
Unfortunately for Jacob, magic did not solve his problems, but increased them instead. The little magic that Salazar could perform was impossibly extravagant, and Jacob couldn't help but wonder how no one had ever noticed the things that were created. And so, Jacob would always worry. It was most likely aging him beyond his true years.
But this was life with a magical Lord. What else could you expect?
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It had seemed as a certain lord had already forgotten a previous conversation, as he walked—or rather danced down the halls. His steps had a strange bounce to them, as he counted to himself in his head, mouthing the words to a nonsensical song.
Salazar's arms swung loosely around with the exaggerated motions he created with his legs. The satyr, which only moment before had been cradled close to his chest, was already gone.
The corners of his mouth turned slightly upwards at the thought of the beautiful creature. The satyr had stubbornly huddled close to the Lord.
One more step. A little farther.
The satyr had stayed in one place. Its large eyes had stared pleadingly at him, as it quivered on the ground. Full, ruby lips had pouted childishly at the wizard. Salazar would, no doubt, ruefully admit that in that tiny moment he considered keeping the young child close to his side.
You have family. People like you. Just a little bit further, now.
Another little push and a tiny shove had been enough motivation for the tiny magical creature to shuffle away. Salazar had stayed and watched the satyr disappear into the leaves, smiling as he saw a swift—almost unnoticeable—shadow appear beside the tiny thing. The new arrival was accepted instantly.
The creatures that lived on his land had long ago accepted that there would always be newcomers to their land, as long as the young Lord still remained breathing. Though, the species treated the others with caution, those among their own race were graciously brought into there already large family.
And perhaps that was what Salazar had hoped for. The strange young man that you couldn't help but notice and he couldn't help but not notice you. Indeed, at that current moment he had entered a particularly busy hallway but he paid no attention as he deftly wove through the bustling servants that he may or may not have noticed.
Among these hardworking servants was a new maid with large brown eyes, and a stout and slightly bulky figure. And those already large eyes of Helga Hufflepuff became even larger as they stared at the oblivious
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And so the first chapter is finished, after a very long delay. I hope you enjoyed though I'm not sure I'm going to finish this fanfic since I've kind of lost interest. I'll decide soon, and post something tomention that this fanfic has permanately been dropped.
Ta ta,
Elle