A/N: hey all, this is the sequel to my fic "The Time Distortion" which can be found on my profile. The viewpoint is mainly from Hermione and Salazar but there are also a couple of chapters from Godric and his Fatali. Thanks for reading.

Chapter 1

Thirteen months! It had been thirteen months since Salazar had pulled Godric through the veil. Thirteen months of plotting and scheming and convincing, but he was finally ready to return. He would return through the veil, distorting its purpose to fit his own scheme by opening a portal to the future in it.

Such dark magic that he would use would surely have consequences but Godric was past caring. All his life he'd lived in Salazar's shadow, been rejected for in favour of Salazar, been made to look like a fool because of Salazar. Salazar… just the name was enough to enflame his hatred and rage of the man who had escaped into the future. But he needed to calm himself for the mission; he couldn't enter the veil without being level-headed.

Standing in the centre of a large stone circle in the highlands of Scotland, the veil's original home, Godric took a potion from his deep red robes and launched it at the veil. As the potion passed through, it exploded into a deep blue mist which solidified into a heavy curtain- much thicker than the flimsy one the veil normally sported. The potion was one he had coerced Rowena into inventing by telling her that he had sensed his Fatali- his Fated One.

Walking up to the veil, Godric pulled aside the heavy curtain and peered into the darkness. With a deep breath he stepped through the veil. The darkness pressed against him from all angles, heavier and heavier, the pressure agonising. Only his hatred and determination kept him on course for the present. With a gasp he fell out of the veil and tumbled down the stone steps it was now placed upon.

Hermione Slytherin jerked awake with a start. Her dream about Gryffindor had been so real, so vivid. His anger at her Salazar was overwhelming her, coursing through her veins with a fiery passion and turning her loving memories to dust.

Her eyes flickered over to Salazar asleep next to her… it would be so easy to kill him in his sleep. Just one quick spell to abate her hatred would be all it took. But then her own memories returned, and her feelings along with them, her love for Salazar and his for her. Her fear, however, was not as easily placated.

"Sal, wake up." Hermione whispered, nudging him with her foot. He rolled towards her and opened one sleepy eye. "Sal, I think Gryffindor is here."

Salazar shot bolt upright in bed and looked around wildly.

"Not here in the castle, here in this time. I had a dream." She explained her dream to him, shaking with fear as Salazar cradled her in his arms. She pushed her memories through the Mentis Compositum, the mind-link they shared, so that he got the accompanying feelings and thoughts. When she finished, he was silent.

"Well, what does it mean?" Hermione had never known him this reluctant to share information with her, normally he wouldn't stop sharing with her.

"It means he's here, and you're not safe." He spoke in a whisper so Hermione could barely hear him, but she could tell he was scared for her. "Especially if Rowena has given him any other potions- it was always his weak point."

I'm not leaving you." Hermione knew where he was headed with this and she was determined to cut him off at the quick.

He sighed, unsurprised. "This is the first place he will come- he views Hogwarts as his, not mine."

Hermione fixed him with a steely gaze. "This is my school, and trust me I know it better than he does. As you have seen for yourself, Hogwarts has grown since your time."

"Then you'd better prepare the castle for war, because Godric will not stop until he destroys me." Salazar's voice was grave as he pulled her even closer to him.

"Why does he hate you?" It was the one question he'd always refused to answer, and it was the one question she now needed answers to.

After a moment's pause, he relented. "At its basest, he's jealous of me. I am better and potions and transfiguration than he is and the local community ask me for advice over him and they treat me with more respect. And, and this is the reason he is most bitter, he loved my wife but she viewed him as only a friend and chose me over him. He never married and he resented the son we had together."

Hermione sighed, that type of hatred would be impossible to defuse until Gryffindor moved on and found himself a woman that he loved more than he had Salazar's first wife.