Prologue
Salazar jerked into a sitting position on the bed. Pulling in labored breaths, he clutched at his aching chest and looked around the small dank, and rather bare room in a slight panic. Eyes wild as he tried to
get a baring on his surroundings. 'Dursley's House,' he thought to himself after a moment. 'Number four Privet Drive.'
He clutched the ratty comforter with shaking hands and eased himself back onto the lumpy mattress. The spring dug painfully into his back but he ignored it for a pain much worse. His chest ached and the lump in his throat grew painful and as he tried to pull air in around it, he ended up letting out a strangled sob. His dear Rowena. Sweet, kind, gentle Rowena.
Their time was over a thousand years ago. His life with Rowena had been ripped away from him. He wanted to curse something. To strangle something. No... he wanted his Rowena. He wanted to spend the rest of forever in tangled arms. This could not be the next great adventure. It can not be great without her.
Was... was there a possibility that she was her in this world too? He was here so that it wasn't impossible. If anything, he could take his life to be with her? No. People were watching him. Dumbledore's people. They would intervene as soon as he tried something. He supposed they could not be quick enough if he say slit his throat... or a self turned Avada Kadavera. But of course that wouldn't work because his wand would never allow him to do that. They wanted him alive. Alive so he could defeat the Dark Lord of this time. They wanted him for a scapegoat. He had destroyed the Dark Lord of his original time, and look at what has become of his name. In this time, he was a muggle hating tyrant, who left a beast locked in the school to kill off muggle-born students. He was cruel, calculating, cold, and had a superiority complex the size of a Hungarian Horntail.
Just a short Intro