(This is Marauder Era, Harry Potter obviously.) Prologue Gasps echoed around the room as Minerva had called my name. "Slytherin, Kirsty!" Yup! That's right. The grand-daughter of Salazar Slytherin, the founder of Slytherin house. Nervously, I sat on the stool, while the teacher towered above me, gently placing the battered hat onto my head. "Hmmm... Sneaky, cunning... Like a Slytherin. Yet brave and bold. Let's place you in....... GRYFFINDOR!" the hat had roared. The hall was silent. Jaws dropped simultaneously, as I was placed in that house. I'm sure the Gryffindors wouldn't want me here. Slytherin's grand-daughter! Slytherin of all houses. Everyone knew the two houses were rivals. I could tell as soon as I stepped into this school it would be trouble...