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Pain: The Life of Salazar Slytherin by maddierox16

Format: Novel
Chapters: 1
Word Count: 545
Status: WIP

Rating: 12+
Warnings: Mild Language, Mild Violence

Genres: Mystery, Romance, Action/Adventure
Characters: Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, Slytherin
Pairings: Other Pairing

First Published: 10/10/2007
Last Chapter: 10/15/2007
Last Updated: 10/15/2007

Everyone knows that true evil lies within the Slytherin walls, that much blood has been spilt from many generations of those who was chosen to be in that house.  Who was Salazar Slytherin?  The real question is... why did he become the way he did?  Why he disagreed with the others, why he left them behind when they just started school, why he was so obessed by being a pure blood, and why he thought it wrong to practice magic if you were anything but.  You've only heard the end, now its time to go back, and understand the beginning.

Chapter 1: Prolouge
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Lydia giggled foolishly.  "I must say you aren't being entirely proper, Sir Edward."  Her face and cheeks were rosy pink as she smiled at him.

Edward removed his hat from his head and began wringing it about through his fingers.  "I wouldn't suppose asking you to join my family and I for dinner, this evening would be entirely proper either?"  He looked at her returning her smile with his.

But, Lydia's flirtatious smile faded as she looked to the dirt.  "Sir Edward... I am grateful, but I can not accept a request such as the one you stated."  She looked back up at him, her face now white and pale.  "I am a commoner, you are royalty.  We are not meant to frantenize with eachother."  She took one last look at her surroundings, then curtsied.  "Good day, Sir Edward."  She then quickly marched off in the other direction.

Edward stormed through the front oak doors, almost knocking a maid over.  He strutted down the entryway, his long dark hair curling around his black cloak.  He took an abrupt turn down a corridor, leading him to a large sitting room, where he found his mother.

"Oh, thank God I found you," he started.
"Ah, Edward, dear!  You are just in time!  The duchess has just arrived, and has requested to speak with you." 
He looked to where she gestured.  There sat his wife-to-be.  She sat elegantly on a ruby-red arm chair, holding a china cup of erbal tea.

"How nice it is to see you again, Sir Edward."  She stood up only to curtsy, then took her seat back.
"As it is you, Lady Alexandria."  He gave her a deep bow, then walked up to kiss her hand.
"I trust your health is quite well," she asked him as he sat next to his mother.
"Yes thank you.  Yours is too, I presume."
"Quite."  She took a sip of her tea, eyeing him suspiciously.

After an hour of boring chit chat and harsh scrutiny, Edward escaped the uncomfortable sitting room, leaving his mother and Alexandria discussing something private.   He ran out of the oak doors, mounted his horse and rode off of the manors grounds.  He trotted into town, seeking the true woman he loved.  At last he spotted her, carrying a basket of eggs to the shack- like building she called her own.  He quickly reached her, woaing his horse to a stop.  He hopped off and faced her.

"Sir Edward.  Wha...What are you... You shouldn't be here right now."
"Lydia, please, we need to talk."  She tried to run away, but he grabbed her shoulders tightly, making her cringe from the sudden movement.

"Damn it Lydia, please, I need to know something now.  I need to know if you love me.  If you say no, I'll leave and never come back."  He looked deeply into her soft., blue eyes.  Her long blonde hair feel out of the knot it was in, the wind blowing it around her face.  She thought  hard.  About five minutes later, she wrapped her arms around him and kissed him.  When she pulled away, he smiled, then kissed her back. 
This was the beginning of a forbidden child.