HP FF: Secrets in Slytherin

The Return of the Fox


Her redwood eyes bore that childish innocence with a slightly hardened shadow to them. The green flecks of her eyes shone brighter than her irises. They stared the man down through her shadowy and slightly greasy bangs. They were cut choppily in a manner most careless. Dirt and grime was slick on her complexion making her look a grim gray color. With these putrid stone walls, she fit right in. However, this was the most clean she's been in four years. Unfortunately she was sure this had to be a dream, she was being freed from this hell. No way was that possible. Then again, hell didn't suffice for this place. Hell was probably a few levels better. Her chapped lips parted slightly as her staring eyes looked to either side of her at the Aurors in place to keep an eye on her should she prove to be unable to leave.

The man rose, regaining her attention and her eyes flickered to the wand in his hands. Something ignited in her eyes, hope, excitement, joy even. Her long lost friend. Oh how she wanted to reach out and touch it but the slightest motion and she'd be sure to lose her hand. When the man before her spoke she nodded. "Yes sir, I do know the consequences of my actions," her voice was hoarse, the greasy haired brunette spent countless nights screaming and yelling, laughing maniacally to her own reflection, it had run her throat drier than dry. At least she still had her voice, "I am aware that should I commit, take part, assist, advise or be suspected of committing a felony, a crime, murder or any other injustice that concerns the Ministry that I am legally able to be arrested and returned here to this island without trial and shortly after, punished by death. I am aware that my wand is being monitored at all times for a year and that any trouble I may cause or be part of will be taken up with the Headmaster immediately so that the punishment may be levied and decided if it is of importance or notability to the Ministry." The teen swallowed, her mouth dry. The ebony wand held out to her, handle facing as she took hold of it. The reconnection of her ever loyal wand was spectacular. Whilst holding it in her wand hand she carefully caressed its form with her left hand. Eleven and a quarter inches, bonedust and unicorn hair core. A feeling of having energy brought back into her washed over like waves. It was like being alive again.

Holding on tightly to the wand in her hand she reached out and took the garments she had come in though she was certain she'd be too small for them now. Following was a small box of items which she had on her and was given the opportunity to rifle through to see if she still wanted them. She first emerged with a pocket watch, old and scratched but still ticking away with the insignia of AS on the back. She tucked the brassy thing into her pocket and rifled again. In the end she emerged with six stones, each of one a special type of rock. Obsidian, quartz, marble, sun stone, sandstone, and jade. Along with a unique animal call, a note, a bottle of ink, a robins feather, a blue jay feather, some wolfsbane and a vial of potion base. She clutched the two feathers between her thumb and middle finger. Her empty look of loss turned into a clever little smile. She took another quick glance at the contents, retrieving a little black stained, old book and a rather long flame colored feather similar to a long pheasant tail-feather. "I trust I won't be seeing you again warden. Farewell, keep up the good work." Tucking some loose bangs from her pony tail behind her ear she waited for the Aurors to lead her out of the prison and Apparate with her to the designated location. They reformed, standing before a cast iron gate.

"Hodge, Louey, if you'd be so kind as to unbind me please." The girl was being quite polite, the Aurors clearing their throats as they freed her. "Of course no worries, I won't tell a soul about my two favorite Aurors. Take care~" With a wave to them they return to whence they came and the girl stood there before the tall gate. Her thin, weak frame shivering a little from the bone trembling night air. Would she remember? Would he remember? They ought to, it's only been four years. Just four years..

Her fingers lightly trailed across the rain water slickened iron which was brittle and bent. Much different from what she remembered. With a light push she discovered it pops up with a creak and the sound of rusting metal squealing as it stiffly swung open. To her dismay she found herself stumbling over the cobblestone of the pathway over grown with grasses and and wild flowers, nettles and wolfsbane. Being careful to watch her steps now she journeyed to the front double doors and gave the heavy rusted knocker a few good knocks. The sound resonated throughout the building and she looked around. Her eyes narrowed suspiciously before putting her hand on the handles and shoving the two doors wide open. A gust of stale air hit her overwhelming her with the scent of dust, cold, copper, blood, and death.

The putrid stench of rotting blood was caked into the wood and flicking her wand curiously the chandelier above flickered to life. Little flames ignited all over black waxen candles throughout the room, lighting the way to the stairs. Just like mom to leave things old fashioned. "...Lumos," she whispered, the wand tip igniting with white light as she stepped into the building. Peculiar. It felt far more empty than it ever had before; as far as she could remember. With a deepening frown she moved to the centre of the entry room. Her foot crumpled on something and she looked down slowly, pointing the wand to it. A note..? Leaning down she picked it up, it was stained in a deep crimson like that of wine. No, the smell was that of blood.

"My dearest only living daughter,

Should you be reading this that means the Ministry has honored my trade proposition and you have returned home. I'm sorry that I am not here to greet you with the many tears I shed the day of the news. In any case, I wish that you will not waste the proposition by raging and destroying your vows once you read the following news.

While your brother and I still wept for the death of your eldest sister Eleanor, we were distraught with misery and upset when your second eldest sister Marianne died. She was devastated by you being taken away for something that you had no control over and tried to arrange a trade with the Ministry. Unfortunately she failed as she was not of age and killed herself in the process. Not long after your younger brother Uther was once again bedridden by the haemophilia but far worse than it's ever been before. I hope you visit him along with your father. Harper returned from his travels where he was the healthiest he's been in years. Unfortunately he quickly succombed to haemophilia when he tripped and fell working with the pruners in the garden. He was gravelly weak and on his deathbed by the time the healers arrived to take him away along with Uther.

As for myself, I will not be anywhere that you can easily go to and return from. Please honour my wishes as I was the trade for your freedom.

I admitted to the murder.

A life for a life. -- "


The young girl stared devastated. "...M...Mom...?" Her fingers trembled a little running cold as she spread the sheets of paper apart, looking at the next page.


"There is a lesson to be learned here my favorite child; life never plays fair. But remember what I have taught you, remember to change the color of the ribbon once your status changes and after you marry. I originally arranged a marriage for you and Ecardian Smith but seeing as how they took you away I couldn't see you marry.

Other than to visit your brother and father I wish for you to contact the friends you remember and before leaving for your seventh year I wish for you to get a hold of, seek out, find, anything; get a hold of Daphne Culdrige. She can assist with breaking the monitoring of your wand before you turn eighteen. Unfortunately, you must know that automatically the Ministry will be upon you and you must wait out the remainder of the summer at a friends home. If you cannot find a friend, run and hide. Beg them to shelter you. Muggles, Half-bloods, mud-bloods, pure-bloods, anything just stay alive.

Once free you need to find out who used you and why. I believe in you my little fox, I know you didn't commit murder.

And Alexcia my dear, they were planning to execute you since they couldn't find any other leads on the case. The day you return home is the day of the execution.

Don't try to free me from Azkaban.

I'm not there anymore."



Alexcia stared, her mouth agape and her redwood eyes focusing in and out of her surroundings. "No.." she breathed almost wordlessly, "No." Tears welled in the bounds of her widening eyes the more she thought about everything she read. "No!" She dropped her wand on the fallen sheets of the letter, its light reflecting off of a drying pool of blood. Her eyes flickered to her pale, bony hands and sucking in her tears she began to burn with rage. The witch grabbed the nearest thing, curtains , tore them down the shredding sounds and pushed pots and fine items off of shelves letting the clatter and crash to the floor where they broke into billions of pieces. Alexcia roared with seething rage. Her tantrum running rampant until she stopped before a mirror. The reflection stared back at her.

"Look at you. You're becoming a monster again Mirror, if you do that you'll never get to dish up the revenge you so desire.."

"Revenge? I don't desire revenge, Mirror, I desire fair play and trial! I want Ariadne back! My mother is fucking dead Mirror! My sisters are dead!! For all I know my friends are dead!"

Alexcia roared out, moving in to strike the reflection with her fist before it tsked at her and her own hand ; unbeknownst to her, rose up and grabbed her by the neck. She gargled and wheezed trying to get a breath. The reflection refused to let up until it felt  Alexcia settled down. When she blinked again, the reflection was just a normal reflection, mirroring her movements and the like.


"Mom.." she swallowed and clenched her fist.

"I hate you."