Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. If I did, this fanfic would already be a 5 movie franchise.
My name is Salazar Slytherin.
I am nine hundred and eighty one years old.
This is my twenty fourth body.
It's one of my finer ones, even if I do say so myself. I like to think that over the past nine centuries I have almost perfected the art of creating new hosts for my soul. I am not ashamed of admitting to the vanity that has caused me to sculpt every one of my skins into a rare and staggering beauty. Although Helga always insisted that beauty is found on the inside, I have always had a fondness for attractive features.
The body I am currently inhabiting, and have been for the past seven years, is a dark haired green eyed girl, whom I have given the name Evangeline Chambers. The pun on the surname is, I admit, not very subtle, but I'm finding it amusing that no-one's caught on yet. I took this body in order to attend the school I built once more so that I could keep an eye on my last living descendant: a boy named Riddle.
I know what Riddle is. I think a part of me knew since I first saw him, but I tried to give him a chance. To see if he might change. He didn't. If anything, he's got worse. But he is the only family I have left, so I'm going to try to help him. So that when the time comes, he'll help me in return.
And if I can't help him, I may well have to destroy him. Hopefully without too much mess.