The Slytherin Dungeons was just as Harry remembered; rough stone made up the walls and ceiling of the underground common room, just over half of the room extended under The Black Lake, making a soft green glow come from the windows. Dark wooden cabinets and shelves stretched across the walls, stairs of the same dark wood sat at the back of the room, leading to the sleeping dorms. The carpet beneath their feet was emerald green and soft to the touch, portraits of famous Slytherin’s and tapestries of their adventures adorned the walls. The fire in the elaborate fireplace was already crackling, giving the room a comfortable warmth to it. The only difference was, that all the black leather furniture had been pushed to the sides leaving an open space in the middle of the common room. One by one the students, new and old, walked in and moved around the room waiting their Head of House. Thankfully they didn’t have to wait long.