This is the second Chapther.
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Harry Slytherin or Salazar Potter?
For Harry Potter –The-Boy-Who-Lived– Hogwarts is more than a school. It was there that he made his first friends and where he finally felt that he fit in instead of being a freak, the castle had become his home from the moment he set foot in it. So leaving it behind to get back to Privet Drive # 4 was painful, but it was not like he had many options about it.
Harry spent the summer yearning to return, distressed by the sudden lack of letters from his friends only to discover that a house elf named Dobby had been interfering. This elf not only messed with his cards, but he got him in trouble with his "uncles" and ended up being a prisoner once again. Thanks to Merlin that Ron and the twins were going to rescue him before the situation got really ugly.
After that, he enjoyed a week at his red-haired friend's house, he had had ... ah, a very peculiar visit to Diagon Alley (which included a quick walk through the Noktum alley) where he met his new teacher of Defense and he had been involved in a quarrel between Mr. Malfoy and Mr. Weasley, only to conclude with a crazy drive in a flaying car to the castle because somehow the passage to the station was closed for them.
It really had been a terrible summer and ´The danger that is lurking at Hogwarts´ of which Dobby had warned him did not put the school year in great perspective. However, being back at school, stopped mattering
He was finally home.
He felt his magic resonate with the one of the school and heard the mute whisper that greeted him. Harry believed that this was the same for everyone, so he never bothered to comment on it and remained ignorant of the special bond he shared with the school.
That night Harry went to sleep with a smile on his face without knowing that the next morning everything would be different.
Salazar knew he was going to die. He had known it from the moment he stepped outside the castle and launched himself in search of this Dark Lord. He had known that his powers and abilities were enough to guarantee a victory, but not enough to leave without mortal wounds.
But it was fine.
To face the enemy alone had been the right thing to do. He could not have brought Helga or Rowena with him, and it certainly would not have been acceptable to bring Godric, considering that they could have been seriously injured or Merlin forbid it, dead.
No. Hogwarts needed them. She needed her founders now more than ever.
And while his sisters and his lover were powerful warriors who had fought at his side on countless occasions, this was different. This wizard was rotten. It was perhaps one, if not the most, dangerous opponent he had faced, and it show itself in the way he was bleeding slowly in an abandoned alley and in darkness
Salazar had had to resort to his vast knowledge of the Dark Arts and use spells that none of his comrades could approve of his use, even in the most desperate situation, to even match the other man during the battle.
So he was sure that he had done the right thing. And so he did not regret his actions.
However, at death's door, he felt a terrible sadness invade him when he realized what it meant to die…
He was not going to see Helga smile anymore, I was not going to ´argue´ with Rowena about any book anymore, but worst of all I would never be able to feel Godric's lips on his.
He hadn't said goodbye.
He had just left, leaving behind a letter that could only be opened after his death
Would they hate him for what he had done? Salazar hoped they didn't. But he wasn't sure ...After all, Godric and Helga had a dangerous temperament and surely to their eyes he had done a huge stupidity.
A sardonic smile broke through his lips at the thought that at least while he was dead, he would be able to save himself from the scolding he would had gotten from then when he returned to the castle.
In his last breath he recalled the best moments he spent with the other three founders and said goodbye to this world with a smile that conveyed peace.
When Salazar opened his eyes the sun was just rising. There was no anxiety or panic, just a cold understanding of what had happened.
One: He had died that occasion in Rome, being the first of the founders to leave this world.
Two: Hogwarts, he had found a threat big enough and terrible enough that he forced her to use the parchment that contained the spell to force them to reincarnate. This threat was surely the bastard who murdered his parents in this life. Salazar could recognize another Dark Wizard instantly and was sure that "Voldemort" was one. A mediocre one, if he could express his opinion. But given the current state of the magical world, HE understood that there was no one who could face it, since the current Director was the most powerful wizard of the era…
And how sad was that?
Dumbledore didn't get any closer to his own power or to the ones of the other three funders than his students had done when he was a professor in Hogwarts. So it really was not complicated to see Hogwarts reasoning; she had brought them back to destroy that man and ensure the safety of his students
While pondering about this, Harry began to perform his daily routine. He took a shower, put on his uniform and went down to breakfast. The dining room was just as he remembered it, although it was strange to sit at the tables for the students and even more strange to sit with the lions.
He had nothing against Godric's students, but he had nothing in common with them. How the hell had it ended up in Gryffindor?
Oh, now he remembered. It was because of some idiots had put him in mind that Slytherin was synonymous with evil and forced him to associate his old house with the monster that killed his parents. Simply wonderful.
He really must have listened to Sebastian.
Sulking, he sat down in his usual place, ignoring the greeting of one of his companions whose name he could not remember, nor did he care to, since he was not in the mood to start a conversation.
Immediately his favorite food appeared in front of him. That and the gentle humming of the castle made his mood improve enough to be courteous to Hermione when the girl sat next to him and proceeded to greet him.
Contrary to popular belief, he had nothing against the Muggle-born. In fact, those children were the ones who worried him the most, because not everyone was fortunate to have parents who supported them and often ended up being abused in their homes, expelled from these with serious injuries or in the worst cases were killed by their families. And while he did not like Muggles, he condemned their indiscriminate hunting as barbaric.
Harry had an appreciation for Hermione, but Salazar did not consider her his friend. The girl was too closed-minded to understand everything that made him. So probably their friendship would not take long to end.
And talking about ending friendships...
His green Avada eyes focused on the face of an annoyed Ron, who sat in front of him.
"Dude. Why did not you wait for me?"
Those words were the first thing that came out of his lips. There was no "Good morning, Harry, Hermione." Only one accusation. And so Salazar felt his temper rise. But who that brat believed he was? If there was one thing that Harry hated, it was that someone thought he could tie him up or contain him.
He was the head of the Slytherin family! He had to fight whit spell and sword to gain his freedom and no one would ever gain the power to have a say in what he did. Not even Godric, being his friend and lover, had been stupid enough to suppose that he could force him to stay by his side like a lapdog. That this boy tried to do it made Salazar lost his calm.
"I was not aware that I should," he replied coldly. Narrowing at the surprise in the face opposite his unusual response, his magic beginning to boil inside of him once he understood why.
The Harry of the previous day would have apologized promptly so as not to make the redhead angry and risk losing his ´friendship´. However, the current Harry could see that Ronald Weasley was a pathetic attempt at a person; he was prejudiced, rude, selfish, with dangerous attacks of jealousy and with delusions of being someday rich and famous but without having to work for it, for all that, Salazar did not want to have any interaction with the beyond the obligatory.
"Well, you must! We're best friends!" the fool exclaimed with an anger very badly hidden.
"No. We are not," he answered firmly and coldly, whit not real interest behind putting the ginger aware of the new reality, as he got up from the table. He had lost his appetite.
Not bothering to look back and ignoring the angry babble or murmurs of disbelief he caused with his words. He directed his steps to where one of the three entrances to his camera was, he needed to calm down or he would end up cursing someone. And no matter how irritating they were, bewitching students was not right.
My lord, I am sorry to inform you so far, but Lady Rowena requires your presence in the room of possibilities. The well-known voice of Hogwarts stopped him in his tracks.
Bugger! He had wanted to postpone reunion as much as possible.
Rowena was the brightest witch she'd ever met, so it was easy to admit that she must have seen him ´wake up´ and wanted to have word whit him. While using Hogwarts as a messenger, she assured that he will attend the appointment.
So drowning a grunt changed the direction of their steps, headed to the seventh floor, where the ´Room of Requirement´ –as they currently called the room– was to face what would undoubtedly be the worst reading of his life. Both of them.
Hogwarts laughed at his pessimism, but she did not deny that he was right.
Salazar took a breath and armed himself with courage (Now that he was a Gryffindor, it had to serve something, right?) and opened the door to meet his three friends.
People that he had knew before waking up and that he probably never would have interacted with beyond what was necessary, now were people for whom he would kill and die, now were his family.