Salazar Slytherin wept in his chambers. He had spent the best years of his life and more working towards a school for the young witches and wizards of Britain, a dream that he had envisioned for a long time. A dream that he thought he shared with his best friend, Godric Gryffindor.
The argument had been terrible. "You know why we did this! You know that we are protecting ourselves from the people who have persecuted us for so long, and yet, you would welcome the children of these destroyers into the very heart of our works!"
"Salazar, you have always prided yourself in the love you have for the magic that exists in the blood of people in this world. Magic does not stay only in the pure families. It has gone beyond that now. Would you rather have that magic go to waste? The one thing that you have always fought against?"
"Anything than having the children of those murderers set foot in this establishment and mix with our people!"
"That kind of thinking cannot last long, Salazar. It will only result in our people dying out. Rowena and Helga have already ruled it out, why must you continue to fight it? For the good of Hogwarts, we cannot continue like this. I will leave you to think about that."
Salazar stormed off, angry and disbelieving that his best friends had turned against everything he thought they had created Hogwarts for. Godric's words echoed in his head, "I will leave you to think about that." It was obvious what he was implying. If he wasn't welcome there, then he would leave these blood-traitors to deal with their ancestor's murderers. And if they wouldn't deal with them, then…
Should he? Maybe there was a line that he was crossing. No. NO. He was going to leave them a little gift in the Chamber and wait until someone who was worthy of his blood arrived at the school, to restore it to how it should have been.
With a last smile, Salazar Slytherin stole away into the night, the idea of vengeance keeping him from regretting leaving the place he once called 'Home'.