-Chapter 2-

The Dream

He closed his eyes, but was forced to open them again. What the hell is making that noise? Slytherin thought angrily. He ripped the sheets of him and got up on his feet. He studied the noise, only to realize that noise that sounded like a sleeping pig was Gryffindor next-door, snoring very loudly. He opened his own door, turned left to Godric's door.

'Alohomora' Slytherin whispered, unlocking the door to allow Slytherin to enter the room. Gryffindor's loud snoring was giving him a headache now. Slytherin grabbed his wand, pointing it directly at Godric now.

'Silenco' Slytherin hissed

Suddenly, the pig-like noise stopped, all you could hear was crickets outside, which Slytherin always thought to be soothing. Salazar was about to leave the room until he stopped and started staring at Gryffindor.

Thoughts started running Slytherin's head. Kill him said a voice in Salazar's head Kill him, and take his gold. Slytherin shook his head, trying to put these thoughts out of his head. Kill Gryffindor, and you will no longer need to scavenge from filthy muggles. Slytherin, without noticing, grabbed his wand, and pointed it at Gryffindor. Something held Slytherin back; he had killed many other people before, with a wand and without.

Slytherin lowered his wand, paced it back in his robes and started to head for the door. For the first time in his life, Slytherin had used something that he hadn't used since the death of his father, his conscience. Underneath the sheets, Godric Gryffindor wasn't asleep; he was ready if Slytherin was going to attack him. He smiled to himself; it was pleasing to him that he could sleep without having the fear getting killed. Salazar locked the door, and closed it behind him.

He went back to his own room, finally getting back into his own bed. He waved his wand, which closed his door and locked it. He placed his wand on the desk besides him and closed his eyes. He deeply hoped that he wouldn't have another nightmare.

Slytherin dreamed that he was in a large castle. He was doing his life long dream, teaching students at a school with no muggle could interfere, that he was teaching them to defend themselves against muggles. He talked to them in Parseltongue, and the students were pureblood, and respected him.

Today, he was teaching them the levitation spell, showing them the correct movement and teaching them the words. Not many of them could get it, but a pale boy seemed to have got the motion. He waved his wand, and said the words all properly, suddenly his books started to rise.

A great urge of proudness ran threw his whole body, this boy was perfect student. He was smart, charming, he was almost Slytherin himself when he was younger.

The dream changed, with now being a regular town. It was Salazar's Hometown, and he recognized a lot of people, like Henry, who was the only other wizard who lived there. He searched and found his house, he remembered how warm it was, how he always had a meal, not needing to eat from someone's rubbish bin.

Slytherin turned, only to see his past horrors, to see one of his nightmares. Salazar's father laid on the floor, with his corpse melted and damaged. The body was face down, and against his own will, was forced to turn his face, to see his father's melted face again. Slytherin wanted to wake up, this horror image had haunted him for the rest of his life, he needed to wake up.

He turned around unwillingly to see his father's skull. He looked at it, and noticed the face was slightly smiling, not as though he was in much pain. Salazar looked at the face blankly, then anger rushed through Slytherin's body, and he dropped the skull. Slytherin starting stomping on it angrily

How dare he leave me alone while I needed him! How dare he abandon me, to seek his own happiness while I suffer! How can he be so selfish enough to leave his only son, but to "reunite" with mother! I'm sure she would have wanted him to stay with me, to protect me.

Slytherin glimpses at flashes… his father burning alive…his father happy with his mother…himself as a young boy, picking up rubbish and putting in his mouth…

'Salazar! SALAZAR!'

Slytherin opened his eyes, with sweat that covered his whole body. Slytherin looked right to find Gryffindor, who kept on shaking Salazar.

'Salazar, what the bloody hell was wrong with you? You kept screaming, you've bloody woken up Aldous, he's pissed'

Slytherin looked around, still sleepy. Everything was coming into vision now; he could see Gryffindor, who was fully dressed in knight armour again. Gryffindor handed some clothes to Slytherin, and opened the curtains behind him. The sun shined through the window very brightly.

'What were you ruddy dreaming about?

Slytherin opened his mouth to explain, but a thought came into his head. You've only known this man for a day, and you're going to tell him everything about your life.

'I don't think it's any of your business'

'Well, I believe it becomes my business when you shriek out like a lunatic and make me have to pay double for your accommodation.' Gryffindor snapped

Slytherin was shocked, he didn't know how to reply or if he should reply. He just stood there dumbstruck, and started playing with his fingers. Gryffindor continued to stare at Slytherin angrily, until he gave up and head for the door.

'Come downstairs when you're dressed, breakfast will be waiting, and I would like for you to meet someone.'

Slytherin thanked Gryffindor and began to get dressed. Once he was done, Salazar made his bed, headed downstairs. He instantly saw Gryffindor at a table with a man who was covered by a cloak. Salazar sniggered to himself quietly, and sat down beside Gryffindor. Suddenly, egg and bacon appeared in front of Slytherin.

'Ah, Salazar, I would like you to meet my friend' Gryffindor said, with his large hand presenting the hooded figure 'Ladislas'

Salazar held his hand, beckoning the hooded man for a handshake. He obliged to the request and shook his head firmly.

'And you will find that both of you have something remarkably in common' Godric added

'Let me guess' Slytherin said, saying the last word in a hissing language 'Parseltongue'

Slytherin looked directly into the darkness of the hidden face. At first, the hooded man did not say a word, which gave Salazar the chance to start eating. Slytherin couldn't remember that last time he had bacon and eggs. While Salazar was eating, the hooded figure took of his hood to reveal the man's face.

He had a round tanned face, with rough brown eyes. He was a large man, but he seemed to be very slow. Slytherin smirked; an idea came to his head.

'Well aren't you a big boy?' The man heard in his head. It was Slytherin's voice; he couldn't understand how this was happening. 'You're not very educated, aren't you? This is called Legilimency, I can read your mind, and say things in your head. Now, I think I was up to telling you how much you remind me of a pig…'

The overweight man reacted fast, taking out his wand quicker than Slytherin. He was not taking it out to hurt but to kill.

'Avada –' before he could cast the spell, Gryffindor, whose reaction was much quicker, knocked him off his feet. Suddenly the whole bar was in an uproar, muggles were yelling out 'wizards!' Slytherin knew they had to get out of there, but sat still in his seat.

Gryffindor groaned loudly, and grabbed Slytherin. Instantly, they apperated from the bar to a town almost identical from the last town.

They started walking immediately; looking over the shoulders to make sure no one saw them appear from thin air.

'What the bloody hell happened?' Gryffindor asked angrily 'why did he try to kill you?'

'I-er-don't really know' Slytherin, who seemed very shocked. He couldn't believe how close he was to death; he couldn't believe he was almost killed by that idiot. Gryffindor was still angry, but he realised he wouldn't get anything out of Slytherin and changed the subject.

'So Salazar, what do you want to do with your life?'

Slytherin was slightly taken back by this question, not many people asked what he wanted to do in life. Slytherin had never really thought of it, though there was only one thing he would love to do.

'I would love to become a professor'

Gryffindor seemed shocked by this answer, and then he grinned, patting Slytherin on the back.

'No bloody way! I've always wanted to become a professor also. I've searched and searched, but there seems to be no magical school in Britain.'

Slytherin nodded in agreement with Gryffindor, he had informed the Wizard Council many times before on this issue, but they seemed to not care. Suddenly, an idea popped into Slytherin's idea, an idea that was so simple, yet so reckless.

'Godric, why don't we build a magical school ourselves? We complain, but we will always know that no one will take the intuitive to build it.'

Gryffindor looked directly at Slytherin, it seemed a crazy thing to do, but Slytherin was right. Witches and wizards are being educated wrong, and it's because there is no place to be taught right.

'It's crazy but you know what, I think it might work. I think I have enough gold to get us built a facility.'

'Oh no, Godric, if we're going to make a magical school, we're going to make it big. It's going to be like a castle, it's going to be nothing like the world has ever seen before.'

'Salazar, that's a great dream' Gryffindor said 'but how are we going to get the money for that?'

Slytherin started thinking, then he realised there was only going to be one place he would be able to get that money.

'We're going to have to ask the Wizard Council' Slytherin explained 'If we are smart enough, we can get the money, and start building.'

'Even if we get the money, I will take decades before we're are able to start teaching! I'm sorry, but we'll just be to old to start teaching, our dream will go to ruins.'

Slytherin started thinking again, why was this so difficult? Slytherin thought. There was only one answer that came to Slytherin's head, which he hoped would work

'We're going to need some assist, do you now anyone who would assist us?'

It didn't take Gryffindor long to think, he instantly smiled 'Oh yes, I know the person you need. Follow me.' In an instant, they disappeared into the light, going towards Scotland, to meet the brightest witch of the age.