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"I agree with the principle." Said Alexandra, pausing a moment before delivering a new blow. "And yet your so-reasonable choice is a damning one. After all, if you don't rise today against the darker elements of your House when their bigotry is at its peak, there is a high probability you will never do it no matter the events and the circumstances. Soon, your housemates will lead you with the others in the darkness and the name of Slytherin House will be forever tarnished."
"I disagree with the vision you have of Slytherin's future." Told Blaise Zabini, in a tone where exceptionally there was no apathy or disinterest. The dark-skinned pure-blood showed a mask where no emotion was shown, and his voice had taken a mechanical tone. "There is largely enough time for us to finish our time at Hogwarts, graduate and pick our side in politics. For the moment, the Headmaster controls your seat on the Wizengamot and you have only House MacDougal to stand by your side. When you have gathered enough influence, I will maybe change my opinion but until then, an alliance with you at your conditions would only be a hindrance to my plans."
Neither Alexandra nor Morag or Hermione had the time to retort anything. A long piercing scream echoed in the castle, followed by the screams off Peeves the poltergeist. But this time, this wasn't to announce his latest prank.
"ATTACK! ATTACK! ANOTHER ATTACK! NO MORTAL OR GHOST IS SAFE! RUN FOR YOUR LIVES! ATTAAAACK!" Screamed Peeves.
The face of everybody paled at this announcement and the group of two Ravenclaw and two Gryffindors began to gather around their affairs.
"Looks like the time you were speaking of has just become a whole lot shorter, Zabini." Remarked Alexandra with a full dose of irony.
"You speak like we were going to be at war!"Snorted Tracey Davis.
"Unless we have totally different conceptions of warfare, Davis," Said Alexandra, standing up and stacking her essays and assignments in her schoolbag, "I fear we are already seeing the premises of a new conflict. Or the renewal an old one."
"A few attacks on some Muggle-borns students are not enough to begin a war." Affirmed Daphne Greengrass in her habitual frozen tone. Firmly suggested was the fact a hundred or a thousand persons of so insignificant standing would never dare against her noble blood.
"Not today." Amended Alexandra. But she had the ugly certainty the hostilities would begin much sooner than the end of her seventh-year. Taking her cape and her schoolbag, she made a motion to the other students to leave the room, locking it behind her with a third-year magical lock.
Immediately after that the eight students rushed towards the booming shouts of Peeves. Who was the new victim of the Heir of Slytherin?
William Rosier augmented the length of his strides as he entered the library. He was already late, and if there was anything that his Mistress hated, it was for her servants to not be on time when she gave them appointments. Such thoughts should have made him angry, as he was the future Lord of the Most Ancient House of Rosier, and like his aunt had told him, a Rosier bowed before no one but the Dark Lord! But his Mistress had showed him the power of the True Darkness. She knew the secrets of Hogwarts, the secret passages, the bits of knowledge, minor and great, no one but the most experimented and wise students of the school learnt. His Mistress had the power, and the will to use it to her advantage. It was her who had unleashed the Monster of Slytherin against the Mudbloods and the Squib. Thanks to her, those who had not their place at Hogwarts knew fear and terror. The Professors were powerless to stop her, and it was just the beginning of her plans. Plans which were schemed in places the students had no idea they existed in the first place.
Hogwarts' library was a marvel of the Founders, though few students realised the full scope of engineering Rowena Ravenclaw and her three Founders colleagues had created a thousand years ago. With two levels and endless rows no one but Madam Pince the Librarian bothered to count, there were tens of thousands books here, all on the diverse subjects magic could offer. Some of them were rare. A lot of them were nothing more than common. A few were totally useless. But all made the Hogwarts Library one of the greatest depositories of knowledge available in the British Isles.
Yet what really few students failed to realise during their stay at Hogwarts was that for all this endless rows and shelves full of books, the library of Hogwarts was far greater than this. What was available to the common student from the very beginning was the equivalent of two floors of books. In reality, there were close to seven, counting the Forbidden Section. Not the Forbidden Section guarded by Madam Pince, oh no. The real Forbidden Section, guarded by a series of wards and protections put in place by each Headmaster and ameliorated after each the new wizard or witch took office. The one which contained all the scary knowledge the Founders themselves had not wanted any of their students to know. The one no student had had access in Hogwarts history without the approbation of the entire teaching staff. But concerning the four other floors not immediately accessible to the public, activation passwords, runes combinations, wand movements and some other esoteric knowledge were all that was necessary to enter them. The most brilliant Ravenclaw students generally discovered them in due time, not surprising when the library was their refuge, workplace and kingdom. The Hufflepuffs and Slytherins knew some passages, by legacy or cooperation. The Gryffindors had little motivation to enter this area of the castle, much less discover its secrets. William Rosier very much doubted the Lions had a clue of what was stored here.
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