Okay, this is going out of chronological order just so I can get the first bit of this posted before Halloween. This takes place a year or so after the Ravenclaw portion, and it's gotten really long. i have a lot more written, Halloween will be 2-3 posts and go well into November, which feels like an epic fail, lol.

when i am finished with the series, i will post it in a new thread i correct chronological order
All ‘older’ Slytherins are assumed to be 5th years, survivors of the excitement surrounding the Quidditch game)




Halloween at Hogwarts


The Slytherin girls were all scurrying around inside and outside of the tower, adjusting lights, checking fog machines, making sure each room had a candy bowl or a deadly surprise. Halloween was the BEST day of the entire year, and their House always made it memorable. Halloween at Hogwarts had been a very quiet affair the previous year because of the drama surrounding that Quidditch game, that just meant that the students, ESPECIALLY the Slytherins, the House that most embraced lived in a spooky castle with a magic theme, wanted to make it special.



Their maze through the tower was deadlier than anything JK Rowling had ever come up with, Tiffany yelped, then giggled as the crossbow with the black and orange fletched quarrel she was loading mii=sfired. “Look out!” she called. There was a pained cry and Jessica slumped to her knees, looking at the quarrel sticking out of her belly “Sorry!” called Tiffany, then the small blonde tomboy went back to work, rigging a generator to a doorbell for an electric shock that SHOULD stop a heart, whistling ‘This is Halloween’ like nothing had happened. Jessica cried out “Someone help me!” and to her surprise, Liz did wander over.



The tall muscular girl had been using a large hammer to drive spikes and hang cages from the ceiling. The cages had skeletons in them. What they had done in previous years was have live girls just playing the part of tortured prisoners, but after they had lost the key the previous year, they had just packed the cages in the attic with the pleading girls still inside. Come back a year later and do just a little work on them, presto, skeletons! Liz had been working to hang them, securing the chains with heavy spikes driven into the mortar when she heard the ‘accident’. Jessica and Tiffany had broken up a few weeks earlier, so Liz didn’t actually think it was an accident, but she also didn’t actually care.



Liz went over to Jessica and got the pretty brown girl up against the wall…..then took her large hammer and started pounding on the crossbow bolt. Jessica cried out in pain and protest, but that all stopped when it severed her spine and nailed her to the wall, mostly paralyzed. She was still alive, with her eyes moving, just as Liz had hoped, it made for a very creepy effect. Slytherin was more than just the sadomasochist house, they embraced the magical trappings to this whole game more than anyone else. They made their punch in cauldrons, the TV remote looked like a wand, every picture had eyes that followed you, and everyone was like 90% sure their tower was haunted. They had the owls and the pet rats, an apparent corpse ‘killed’ by an antique weapon was very much in keeping with their vibe



Liz went back to setting up the cages until the large bell in the top of the tower started clanging “Aubrey, your Hufflepuffs are here!” Up in her room, the Clone of Aubrey Plaza (April from Parks and Rec) checked one last time to make sure her vampire dominatrix outfit was all correct, and allowed herself of enormous private smile. Halloween week was her favorite week of the year, specifically because the munchkins came to play with her. Hufflepuff would send a handful of volunteers and she would kill them or set their deaths in motion for the decor. They were all happy to come (or about to be punished and using this to escape a worse fate) but they loved how on theme she was and they always had fun. Aubrey carefully resumed her ‘simmering anger’ expression before heading downstairs. It was an open secret among Slytherins that she really loved this event and counted down the days each year, but she had a reputation to maintain.


Aubrey was almost skipping down the hall, stopping and assuming a menacing stride as soon as people could see her. She walked down the stone staircase and opened the door, putting on her best Dracula voice and as she opened the doors, the speakers sent an evil cackle through the room, and at the thunderclap at the end, end said “Good evening, my honored guests” all in that goofy accent. She was greeted with the sight of a dozen girls, appearing to be biologically 10-19, but all first and second year students, chronologically no more than four or five years old. They were all dressed up, princesses and superheroes and witches, and two little wise-asses up front, one dressed as a pirate with a noose already tied around her neck, and one dressed as a French noble with a dotted line drawn on her neck in marker, ‘cut here’ scrawled on her windpipe. They all had big smiles and in unison yelled “Trick or treat!” and Aubrey ushered them all inside.



“I love your costumes” Aubrey said in her regular trademark expressionless tone. The girls were all smiling and giggly. Not all of them were lolis, but it didn’t matter. Aubrey hated Gryffindor, Slytherin and even Ravenclaw lolis as much as she hated anyone else, they knew she just had a soft spot for HUFFLEPUFFS. Hufflepuffs were sweet and goofy and just pure, they wanted to have a good time and make people happy. Aubrey didn’t like people because she didn’t trust people, but Hufflepuffs had no secrets. What they were thinking, what they wanted, it was written all over their faces. Aubrey also had confidence issues and anxiety. A number of her Hufflepuff lovers had died over the years, but she had never been dumped or cheated on by the little rays of Hogwarts sunshine. Aubrey ushered them all into her room to see what she was working with.