Harry Potter and the Amulet of Houle

The Amulet of Houle - #2 in the Viridian Wand Chronicles

PROLOGUE

It was raining, and the castle was absolutely frigid. Even in the early summer, the chill of the stones still infected the inhabitants of Loryle. Especially the old man.

He lay in an old bed in the deepest caverns of the castle. Only his children, and their servants, knew that he had not passed on long before, that he was dying now, in the bed in which he had been born. His eldest daughter, Gwynned, had already selected an appropriate flower arrangement, displayed at the foot of the bier in the church chapel. Yes, his body would be there before long.

But Salazar Slytherin was not ready to die, alone in the cold and the rain, his children elsewhere in the castle he had built himself nearly fifty years before. He summoned his last bit of strength, and called for his servant. The amulet was heavy in his hands.

The girl appeared in his door. She would be found by the Coven in a few years, but for now he alone knew of her talents.

"Girl," he rasped, his voice creaky as the hinges of the rusty door downstairs, "Come here."

"Yes, Master," she replied, quickly coming to his bedside. "Do you desire a cup of water?"

"No. Have you learned of writing, what I instructed Gwynned to teach you?"

"I have, Master."

"Take the parchment, quill, and ink from my desk, girl. I am dying, and I want to you to take down these last words, and send them to the Headmaster at Hogwarts, to the North."

"Master, I will see that what you wish is done. I have pen and parchment ready." The girl now sat at his desk, quill in hand.

"Good. Start with this:

"Headmaster Ravenclaw, son of Rowena, I, Salazar Slytherin, greatest of the Hogwarts Four, address you. I am on my deathbed, and send you my last prophecy of the Future. These events shall befall a millennium after my death, but I know you shall ensure this parchment’s safety through the being.

"You know I have seen the birth of a dark-haired wizard who shall rise up to become as great as I, to bend the forces of evil at his will, though in the distant future. But it has been made clear to me that he shall not be the final Heir. There shall come a brown-haired wizard, born of pure blood, unlike his predecessor, but he will take on mine through an ancient magic. This pureness of wizardry in him will make him greatest of the great Dark Wizards… One thousand years exactly shall pass before he will rise to power. This I, Salazar Slytherin, have forseen.

"End of letter."

The girl nodded, and continued writing for a minute. "Shall I seal it, Master?"

"Yes. Use the gold seal."

"I shall, and then send it off to post. Master, is there anything else you wish me to do?"

"Come over to me, girl. I have an even more important task for you." He coughed. She walked over to his side, letter in hand. "Here, take this. This is the Amulet of Houle, and within a few years you shall learn of its significance, but for now, all you need to do is protect it." He handed the girl the amulet.

"Certainly, Master," she said, and he could feel her surprise.

"Go now, and tell no one of the amulet." Before the second of his grandmother’s Daughters had made her way down the steps, Salazar Slytherin coughed, and died.

 

Introducing………

Harry Potter and The Amulet of Houle

by Love Gordon

 

Events occurring nearly a millennium before can still shake the foundations of the wizarding world… for a prophecy fulfilled threatens muggle-borns everywhere. Sequel to Harry Potter and the Viridian Wand.