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The foundations had been laid for the school that was destined to be one of the milestones in the history of magic. The grandiosity of the school made it easier for the witches and wizards to overcome their fear and step out of their concealment. That is exactly what the founders of the great school were hoping for. To be honest situations were getting worse day-by-day. More and more witches were killed despite of being completely innocent. The situation was worse considering the rulers and the "holy ones" considered this to be cleansing of the human population.

The more innocent witches and wizards were killed wrongfully, harder it was for the wizarding world to maintain peaceful relations with the non-magic folks. A lot of people were already forming an army that would, one after the other take down the cruel Rulers. Hence the situations favored some kind of change. The most important factor that lead to the need for a proper magic institution was the presence of number of casualties due to obscural.

The founders hence thought of the best possible option. To simply make sure the young witches and wizards learn to control and use their powers instead of suppressing them. The four founders hence came together from all over the great Britain to open a school for the young , so as they learn to love their powers , not to hate them.

Prelude

It had been exactly two years since the school had started. Initially only the castle was the place were all of teaching took place. But as more students enrolled, the need for space made the surrounding to be included in the campus. Everything was going as sweet and as steady possible. Untill now.

Apparently, Salazar was bit critical of the new student, Elis Custer. Helga found him while she was on her visit to Caerphilly. As the children of muggle Borns were not readily admitted in the school because, the family were not very cooperative in many cases. Hence the Muggle born witches and wizards were so rare. Evidently, Helga had done an amazing job in convincing the family to let the young wizard learn. Elis was the first such child at Hogwarts. The quill of acceptance and the book of admittance were very accurately noting the births of all magical children. Up until now, the children of magical backgrounds with a good history of magical blood in their families were readily taken.

But the children were still sorted according to the personal preferences of the founders. The founders each selected the student on the basis of the qualities they valued the most. Naturally, they brought the children to the school they thought best represented them, the most. They were teaching the students together, only a few subjects that each one excelled in, they taught it themselves. Helga taught potions, Rowena charms, Godric taught astronomy and Salazar taught transfiguration. The main problem was, the day Helga brought in the child, Salazar left the great hall, livid. His actions were not a surprise to the others, as on many occasions Salazar had expressed his animosity towards the muggles. He had one plain rule for them, they did not deserve to live in the magic community. Even if they had the magic abilities.

According to Godric, who knew him the longest in the lot, He was just being the person with a very hard exterior with a soft heart. It was because he had seen Salazar help a lot of young witches and wizards in very different ways. When the founders decided to built the school, it was Salazar who had funded the whole objective. Even a lot of witches and wizards of magical ancestry were on the brinks of poverty, they could not afford to learn even if they wanted to. Salazar had helped them in all possible ways from books to wand to uniforms. He even private tutored them in his free time. It seemed that he seemed only strict for appearance whereas he was a very soft person.

As Helga introduced the child at the Great hall at breakfast, Salazar stood up and left the hall angrily. Rowena stared at his retreating back in confusion, Helga gasped loudly clutching the boys shoulder. It was Godric who got off his chair, eyes full of uncertainty. He knew this topic irked his friend, but he knew that his friend would never do anything that would compromise their objective.

"I have to talk him out of this." He thought. Looking around, he found the confused faces of his friends and students. Rowena sighed ruefully, "Godric you-"

"Yes, I will speak to him, once he calms down a bit. You do understand Helga, don't you?" He asked her. Helga nodded.

Everyone hoped that Salazar would at least come for dinner. But he did not. Godric was getting anxious, he had to sort the matter as soon as possible. After the dinner, when everyone was getting ready for bed, he went to the tower which was Salazar's sleeping chamber. He knocked the huge door. No answer. He knocked again. Sighing, he pushed open the door and looked around, he was not there.

Godric then went to his office. Pushing open the door he looked around, he was not there too. Godric just stared at the room. It was a large place with a big fire place in the corner. The room had a big wooden desk full of parchments and reference books. His chair had green velvet cushions as rests and a red velvet cloth draped over it. The closed windows allowed the moonlight to enter the room, giving it a regal touch. Godric walked towards the desk, hands in his pockets of his big looked at the mess that was the desk. All of the research, timetables and whatnot spread on the table. He knew the four of them worked hard for the school, but perhaps Salazar sometimes overworked himself. He hailed from a very well-to-do family, who had a pretty high status even in muggle world, where their true kind was well hidden. Salazar had never suffered physically for anything. He always got it easily.

The need for school and after meeting the like minded people, he left his sheltered home at the tender age of 18. After a few years Salazar visited his hometown but was devastated to know that his mother, his sisters even the family that served his family for ages, were taken in for witch trail. Hurriedly, he went to the town prison, but the thing he saw scarred him forever. All of his family burned alive, tied to huge poles in the middle of the town. His tears flowing, he ran as fast as he could towards them, but before he reached the scene, a hand held onto him. It was his father.

He was badly beaten up. His eyes were blue-black, head bleeding and bones broken and had a lot of wounds all over the body. His father forcefully took him to an alley, making him not look behind, not listening the screams. As his father slumped to the ground, He made Salazar to look at him as he kept glancing at the pyre.

"LOOK AT ME!" he begged.

"Father! wh-what happened? MA and everyone- what...?" He asked frantically.

His father replied," Hildeth got caught speaking parseltongue. They took her... Meredeth came home crying, but the muggles were faster, they caught us before we could do anything."

"YOU COULD HAVE KILLED THEM!" Salazar roared. He was getting very angry and was cursing profusely. He removed his wand to treat his fathers wounds for the time being. But his father held his hand tightly. "Son." He said.

"My precious son, you have to go way from here, otherwise the will kill you too-" Salazar interrupted" I will kill them before-"

"That is what scares me the most, I do not want my son called a murderer!"

He then cupped his sons face and said, "Do what you are meant to do, Open the school, live your life what you think is the best. You, my son are destined for great things. I do not want you to mess it up now. I am sorry it turned out this way, I really am."

His eyes reaching for his sons eyes. Salazar broke the eye contact first and shook his fathers hand off of his and took his wand to stop the bleeding. But as he did, his fathers hand slipped and fell to the ground lifelessly. He died.

"FATHER!" he screamed. He then cried. And cried, wept. That night was too long for the young wizard. At sometime in the dawn, he gave his entire family the burial they deserved and then left the town. Never to come back again.

Godric still remembered the night, he had apparated and knocked on his door rapidly. Aurnia was so startled. It had taken him and Aurnia to calm Salazar and to know exactly what had happened.

Godric sighed heavily. It was going to be very hard to convince him.

He closed the door and walked through the corridors, where he hoped Salazar was.

The small locked tower.

As Godric climbed the staircase slowly, he could see Salazars shadow across the stone wall, room illuminated by the candles and moonlight slipping through the window sill. There he was, leaning on the wall, staring at the book and the quill intently.

"Did you see it?" He asked Salazar as he reached the narrow passage.

"Well.. yes, some of them".

Godric stood opposite of him, looking at the book and quill. Both stood silently, quite enjoying the silence. After a while, Salazar asked, "Have you written to Aurnia? Its been an awful lot since you had gone back home, isn't it?"

"Yes I will be visiting home next week. Evelyn is of age next year you know."

"Hmm. Little Evelyn in Hogwarts. Time sure flies ."

After a while, Godric quietly said," I think we should speak about what happened earlier."

"How did you feel, when you saw your daughters name written in the book of admittance? "Salazar asked.

Before Godric could reply, Salazar continued, "You know why I insisted on having the book on having the magical properties? We all could have just enchanted the quill, as Rowena said." He asked looking at Godric.

"I do recall you saying it for the squibs." Godric replied.

"Dont you recall I had specifically said about muggle borns? "Salazar asked.

"You know where this conversation is going to go my friend. What do you expect, to leave those children to be massacred in the witch hunt or wait till they turn into obscurial?"

"I do not care if they live or die Godric! I just want to keep teaching those who were, are and going to be loyal to the magical community and muggles would never be a part of it! "Salazar retorted.

Godric was speechless. He knew Salazar detested muggles, but never actually voiced his hate. Salazar continued to look at the book.

After a minute he said, "Just imagine, the child of yours not having any magical abilities! Wont it be mis-match for the school who teaches wizardry?"

Godric raised an eyebrow, "What are you saying Salazar?"

"I am just saying that I refuse to acknowledge that muggle as my student. For the record I do know little Tomas is yet to show some magical inclination." Salazar retaliated.

Godric looked shocked.

"I will most certainly teach squibs the rest of my life if I have to!" Salazar whisper.

He walked to the staircase, and looked at Godric and said, "I do believe you respect my views Godric. Good night."

Godric looked at the book and quill and hoped that this all mess would clear up soon.

A/N

Hey you guys! Please tell me if I need to made some changes. Kindly review -!

And also the next chapters are not going to be this long I PROMISE*-*

I just want to wrap the prelude up so that I can jump to the marauders era!