Salazar Slytherin's Ghost
I can see you!
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, no matter how much I wish I did!
A/N: The idea for this story comes from Metronome I Hear and is borrowed with the author's permission, however everything after this chapter is mine.
~Forensichik13
August 1, 1981
A shadowed and slightly see through figure stood over the sleeping form of a tiny child. The man smiled slightly at the 1 year old figure of Harry Potter, one of the last of his descendants. It saddened him that there were so few of them left alive. There were but two left, and he wasn't very proud of Tom Marvolo Riddle, descendant of his eldest son. But there was still hope for his line, he supposed as he stared down at the latest descendant of his only daughter. Young Harry had Sabrina's eyes, that beautiful emerald green that he often saw among his daughter's descendants.
The man crouched down to get a better look at the tiny toddler's face. He hadn't been able to see this descendant of his on till now, but he was glad to finally see Harry.
Harry opened his eyes and blinked at the figure of Salazar Slytherin. The baby smiled and giggled happily, reaching out toward the ghostly figure of his ancestor. This surprised Salazar, he hadn't expected Harry to be able to see him. Rarely were his descendants able to notice his presence. But he quickly got over that fact and smiled at the baby. He reached out with one pale white hand and laughed softly as Harry made a futile attempt to catch the figure's hand.
Perhaps he could stay and watch this one a little longer. It wouldn't hurt, now would it?
October 31, 1981
Salazar gritted his teeth as he watched Tom, or Voldemort as the man liked to call himself, burst through the door to the home of the Potters. Oh how it frustrated him to see the wizarding world in such a state and that his descendants would have to come and face a confrontation like this. And it angered him that he was unable to do anything about any of it. He was nothing more than a specter that watched that watched his children's children and all those that came after them. So he stood there, off to the side, as his family killed each other. Lilly went down and Salazar had to stop himself from looking away when Tom pointed his wand at Harry.
And then, just as Tom cast the curse that would end the life of the last of Sabrina's line, something happened. The curse hit the baby's forehead and bounced back at Tom. Tom screamed and there was an explosion. When the smoke settled down, Tom had disappeared and all that was left was the bodies of Harry's parents, Harry still sleeping in his crib, and a lightning bolt shaped scar on Harry's forehead.
Salazar immediately went over to Harry and checked on him and smiled in relief when he saw that the child was okay. Then he frowned as he sensed the magic that gathered around the toddler's forehead and recognized the dark nature about it. But he wasn't able to dwell on it for long, however, for it was then that Sirius arrived, followed shortly by Hagrid. Salazar followed when Hagrid took Harry and frowned when he saw that fool of a man Dumbledore waiting. He watched in silence as Dumbledore left Harry at the Dursley's doorstep and wished that he could curse the man into oblivion for this act. But he looked down at little Harry and his eyes softened. He sat down next to the child and waited for morning to come. The least he could do for his descendant was to stay with him during a time of need.