-Chapter 1-

Gryffindor & Slytherin

Two men appeared from the darkness, one of them pointing wand at the other. The man in the red knight suit raised his arms, obviously not looking to be killed. The man pointing the wand had a cloak on, the hood covering the man's face. The cloaked figure was much skinner than the knight, but a little taller. The cloaked man spoke in a hissing sound, but this did not frighten the knight, actually he spoke with delight.

'Parseltongue, eh?' said the large knight 'wouldn't mind to be one myself.'

The cloaked individual remained startled, but still didn't lower his wand. He had learnt that you couldn't trust anyone but yourself. Obviously, he was muggle if he wears that knight suit, but how could the muggle know that word?

'Who are you?' asked cloaked man, who asked in English this time. He didn't dare lower his wand; there were many times he was deceived by trusting someone too easily.

The knight took off his helmet, to reveal a man with fiery red long hair and beard. He was as pale as the moon, and had green eyes, which were as fierce as a hawk, yet as comforting as fireplace. The cloaked figure instantly recognised him and began lowering his wand.

'Why, it's the famous…Godric Gryffindor' said the cloaked man

Godric smiled slightly, and started ruffling his own hair. He held out his hand, beckoning him to shake it. Unwillingly, he obliged and started to shake Gryffindor's hand.

'Godric Gryffindor, as you probably know, I used to capture dark wizards and witches before they started havoc in the wizarding community. How about yourself?' Gryffindor asked, glaring at the hood.

The cloaked figure removed his hood to reveal the man's head. He was bald, with a large grey beard. His grey eyes looked intense, his whole appearance was very chilling. He was much more pale than Gryffindor, and seemed to have a tongue shaped like a snake.

'My name is Salazar Slytherin, I used to be in the wizard's council but left due to the lack of work that the rest of the members did to help with muggles.'

Slytherin placed his wand back in his robes. He started walking down a pathway towards a bar. Gryffindor walked beside Slytherin, asking him where he was from. Slytherin still remain cautious of his new friend, but looked more relaxed then he had ever been. After a few hesitant moments, Salazar decided he would share his story with Godric.

'I don't know exactly where I'm from. I've never had an easy life, my mother died while she was giving birth to me' Slytherin said 'so my father alone had the responsibility to take care of me.'

'He did what he could to take care of me, while still mourning over my mother's death. From what I heard, it shook him up a bit, and he was just never the same man again. He only talked to me in Parseltongue to remember my mum, for my early years, it was the only language I could ever speak. I learnt how to speak English from other kids on my street.'

'Wait, your mother died from giving birth to you?' Gryffindor interrupted 'That never happens to witches, only to muggle females.'

'Yeah well, other magical families have access to doctors because all doctors discriminated against us, because we were Parseltongue!'

Gryffindor had never heard of such a thing. Goblins and House Elves were discriminated against, but Parselmouths were respected talented people.

'Anyway, when I was four, that's when my town started to hunt witches and wizards, burning them and throwing them off cliffs. As usual, they picked random man and woman, who didn't even have any slight magical blood in them. Then, one day, my father was taken, accused of being a wizard. I wasn't afraid, I thought my father would be alright, he would just pretend to burn, then him and I would leave.

'I actually believed it; I got all of our stuff packed, we were ready to leave the town. I- I went to the execution to see what spell my father would use to get out of it. I thought I would be me and him, living a new life.'

A teardrop sprang from his eye, slowly sliding down to his chin. Salazar wiped his eyes; he had let his emotions get the better of him he thought. He kept telling the story, stumbling a few times.

'He never ma-made it, he ju-ju-just let the fire burn him while I was wa-watching and saw his burning his body'
Another tear from Slytherin's eye slid down his face, Gryffindor knowing that this was as much as his friend was going to say at the moment. Godric patted Salazar on the back, hoping that would help him.

Gryffindor cleared his voice 'I'm sure that you're father would be very proud of the man that you have come to be today.'

Slytherin nodded slightly, he didn't like to think of his father anymore.

They arrived at a bar, where Gryffindor opened the door and allowed Slytherin first. They headed upstairs, and walked straight into the first room. The room was very simple, with bed at the back of the room, and a cupboard full of unwashed clothes.

'It's not much, but it's very cheap to stay here, and everyone is so friendly here.' said Gryffindor, looking around the room.

Slytherin looked at the floor blankly, not much, at least he gets a bed to sleep in, a roof over his head, meals are served to him, look at you, Salazar, best you can get is some leftover chicken.

'Just be glad f what you got. There are people out there now, feeding of leftovers, and hope they are lucky enough to get some drink.

Gryffindor opened his mouth but shut it again. He seemed to want to pick his words right, he didn't want to offend Slytherin in any way. With a few moments of silence, the first couple of raindrops started to prickle on the window.

'I'm sorry, I never meant to offend you…'

'Don't worry about it, I know you never meant it on purpose' Slytherin said, with a smile upon his face 'So what's your childhood, how did the great Gryffindor come to be?'

Gryffindor smiled, now he was on his childhood, he seemed much more relaxed and comfortable.

'Well, I was born in a town west from here. I don't like to talk about it, but if we're being truthful…I was born into being rich. My father used to do what I did, capture dark witches and wizards. He built a great fortune for me, but he never wanted me to just lie on his morals. He trained me to be just like him.

'He taught me almost everything I know, without him, I wouldn't be the man I am today. One day, my father never came back. It took a week but in the end, he was found, apparently, it was seven on one, he got four but the other ones in the end, overpowered him an-and kill him.'

Like Slytherin, a teardrop trickled from Gryffindor's eyes. Gryffindor wiped his eyes, trying to complete the story.

'I was sixteen at the time, so I was able to fight for myself, and I had my father's wealth. I still remained in my hometown, so I would remain with my mother; death was almost upon her. When I turned seventeen, my mother passed away peacefully, surrounded with all of her loved ones.

'I left it, never returning. I travelled Europe honouring my father's memory by capturing any dark witches or wizards who would cause any pain to a family like it did for me. Did that for a while, got famous, blah blah blah, there, that's my basic story life'

Slytherin smirked, it seemed as though Gryffindor didn't like being famous, rather he despised it, and wanted to go back to change decisions in his life. Gryffindor started taking off his heavy knight armour off, forgetting that Slytherin was still in the room. He removed the scabbard for his waist and placed it on his bed.

Salazar grabbed out the sword from the holder, studying it. Obviously it's goblin-made, Slytherin thought, no other species could have make something so delicate as this. On the blade, engraved words were upon it that read: Godric Gryffindor.

'What is the use of this weapon?' Slytherin asked 'There seems to be not much magical properties, what do you use it for?'

'Well…the muggles use swords to slash each other. Apparently from what I've heard, this is so far their most advanced weapon.' Gryffindor explained

'So why do you wear it, to blend in to them or for your pure enjoyment?' Slytherin sniggered, cracking his fingers

Gryffindor smirked 'Both'

Slytherin laughed, and shaked Gryffindor's hand again. He thanked him for the company, and was heading for the door.

'Where you going? The room next door is free for the night; you can have it if you want too. Just make sure you keep it quiet, Aldous will kill us both if he knows you were getting a room for free.

Slytherin didn't bother to ask who Aldous was, and thanked Gryffindor again. He left Godric's room, and went to the offered room for the night. His room was identical to Gryffindor's.

Slytherin took a smell with his long nose and almost gagged to death. Obviously, this bar is too disgusting to pay someone to clean rooms. With a simple wave of a wand, the smell in the room was removed.

'Oh well, this is much better than staying in the bloody sewer' Slytherin muttered to himself, getting himself ready.

'Might actually get some sleep for a change' Salazar mumbled, as he got into his bed.