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"Speaking"
Thoughts
'Telepathy'
"Spells"
"Foreign Languages"
§Parseltongue§
Salazar jumped up from his desk chair. Focusing on his magic he released it in a subtle wave. All of his thing started jumping and flying from their places to neatly settle in his trunk. Unlike the teenage boy he truly was he like things neat and orderly. Closing the trunk he locked it before he picked it up with his right hand and grabbed his Firebolt with his left. He did not have time to be here if Aurors were going to be showing up. He would not allow them to destroy his wand and leave him partially defenseless.
With a 'crack' Salazar disappeared.
Salazar took a deep breath of Scottish air after he apparated to the front of Hogwarts. No matter the wards put up they would never be able to stop him from entering the school. He and his friends had poured their very essences and magic into making their beloved home. Here he could heal and order his mind and body. Salazar put a hand on the gate and pushed his magic inside. The gate shivered before they opened, allowing him to walk inside.
With a muted 'crack!' a house elf appeared before him. It was a male with floppy ears and a long, pointed nose with a bulb on the end.
"Master Sally-zar!" The elf exclaimed. "You have returned!"
A confused look came over his face.
"B-But you is being Harry Potter?"
"I am both." Salazar smiled. "I am Salazar Slytherin reborn. In this life I am Harry Potter."
The elf nodded, a look of amazement on his face.
"What is your name?" Salazar asked.
"I am Willard my lord." The elf said. "What can I be doing for you sir?"
"I am going to be staying here Willard." Salazar answered him. "I will be staying in my Chamber beneath the school but I will likely visit other places. I will require meals and access to the school potion stores and library. Please make sure that I am not made known to anyone staying."
"Sir will be alone in Hogwarts except for Professor Burbage, Professor Trelawney and Professor McGonagall who is staying for part of the summer. They have all left for the day and Professor Whiskers is gone to the I-C-W." Willard informed him.
Salazar walked down the long hallway. He would be using his own entrance to the Chamber of Secrets. The entrance that had been discovered was actually an exit and entrance for Seleia when Salazar took off of the grounds or into the forest. The room hadn't originally been a bathroom but one of the exits of the school. Gods some people must think he was a pervert having an entrance into a female bathroom.
§Inconver§ Salazar hissed causing the section of wall to lower itself into the floor, granting him entry. Flicking his wand he produced a globe of light that hovered in the air revealing a long smooth curved passage leading downwards. He made a note to have some elves dust the corridor.
Salazar coughed as the door to his Chamber groaned open, a bit of dust falling down on him. He walked into the entrance hall. A pang of sorrow rushed through him as he saw the corpse of Seleia.
§I am sorry my old friend.§ Salazar whispered, touching her head as a tear slid down his cheek.
Seleia had been there for him even after his friends had passed on to the next life. A friend and a protector who loved him, children and the school. Eager to learn and to expand her mind. He hated how she had been twisted by Riddle. She would never have wanted that to happen.
Scoffing at the ladder by the door to Seleia's exit Salazar intoned a quick word causing the stone to stretch forward, destroying the ladder, and forming a wide set of steps down into the Chamber. Turning around Salazar scowled at the statue that supposedly represented him. He looked nothing like that in his first life. The statue made him look like a deformed ape. He had been quite a bit more handsome, thank you very much.
Clearly one of his descendants had tried to make a statue of what he possibly looked like. Hissing in Parseltongue he sent a spell at the statue causing it to melt. Manipulating the spell he weaved the stone into an elaborate archway, transmuting the stone into marble. The design had vines an lattice work worked into it. He would inspect
"Foolish descendants I did not give you permission to mess with my Chamber." He muttered as he stepped up to a side wall.
Reaching out Salazar ran his index finger in a full circle in the middle of the wall. Once anti-clockwise then once clockwise. A circle of amber light flared into existence before it filled with a pentagram surrounded by arcane symbols. One of the points was filled towards the top. Grabbing hold of the pentagram as if it were solid he turned it. First to a diamond symbol, then a starfish, next to an infinity sign before resting on a a triangle with a circle in it bisected by a line. The pentagram flashed before turning into a triangle with a circle in the middle. Salazar slid his finger down the middle, bisecting it. Next he knocked around it. Once, twice, once then twice again.
§Password§ A deep, raspy voice asked.
§Our way is the True way.§ Salazar hissed in reply.
There was a rumbling sound before the wall split apart in two revealing another wall. The second wall collapsed into segments that opened in a circular clock-wise motions with the sound of rock grinding on rock. Torches and several fireplaces erupted in flame illuminating the room. Stepping into the room Salazar was glad that the preservation charms were still in effect. The cavernous room was as large as the Great Hall.
Shelves of books and scrolls sat along the walls along with chests of precious metals and stones. Weapons from around the world hung on the walls along with different sets of armor. Artifacts from around the world sat on shelves and stands made of stone. Elaborate tapestries hung from the walls showing his family crest and different battles or ancient tales.
This room was his own personal vault kept safe from any unscrupulous descendants. Many of the books and scrolls were penned in his own hand, that of his friends or were one of a kind artifacts. In the middle of the floor were creme colored tiles. It was a mural of a Basilisk curled up but watchful. The amazing thing was it was done entirely in precious gems. The basilisk's scales was done with slices of emeralds and it's eyes were yellow diamonds.
Ignoring everything Salazar stalked across the room to stand before a seemingly blank wall.
§Open in the name of Salazar Ezekiel Slytherin.§ Salazar hissed causing the wall to retreat and slide to the side revealing a stair case that wound down.
Grabbing a torch it burst into flames on it's own. Making his way down the stairs he walked deeper and deeper beneath the ground. Finally he made it to a circular chamber. Sitting inside were four large stone monuments. Sitting atop them were four diamond caskets. Inside laid the bodies of their four Founders. As Salazar neared the threshold he felt the wards test him and his magic. If he meant any of the bodies harm or wished to steal anything inside he would be violently expelled. Luckily he didn't have any such ideas and he walked inside unharmed. Above each casket hung a silk banner bearing their crests.
Salazar walked to the fourth casket beneath the Slytherin family banner. Salazar looked through the diamond to see the aged face of Salazar Slytherin. Salazar twitched slightly at seeing his own body inside it. He had to admit it was a little freaky. Shaking it off Salazar turned his attention to the locked onyx box set before his casket. Whispering the password in an even older tongue he opened it. Salazar reached inside and pulled out a green colored wand with the handle wrapped in basilisk hide and fine strands of silver filigree. A rush of power roared through his veins as the wand connected with his core.
"Twelve and one quarter inch Greenwood with a thestral heart-string core." Salazar muttered the words he had heard from the Wand Smith Gervaise Ollivander all those centuries ago. "Hello again old friend."
Salazar slid the wand into his pocket before he stared at the other three caskets. A feeling of pain and loneliness stabbed at him. He truly, deeply missed his friends. The friendship of Ron and Hermione paled in comparison to the relationships he shared with his fellow Founders. The years they lived and grew together until their deaths.
"I do not know why I have awakened in this time my friends." Salazar said, a tear slipping down his cheek. "I do not know if you as well will reawaken. For now I am alone."
Salazar swallowed.
"But I will persevere, as I always have. I swear to you that I will not let the transgression against us pass unheeded. I will remind them of their true history even if they don't want to hear it."
Bowing slightly to the bodies of his friends he cleared his mind. Whirling around he made his way back to his vault. The walls leading to their tomb closed behind him and he sighed, leaning against a nearby chair. He did not think seeing the remains of his friends would hurt as much as it did.
Walking into the middle of the room he stood on the mural in the middle of the room before stamping his feet in a specific order. He stepped to the side as a wide pedestal rose up from the floor through the new opening. Sitting on top of it was a marble block covered in runes and other mystical symbols. Utilizing his wand he poured his power into the ward stone strengthening the wards once more. The runes and symbols glowed gold as they hungrily absorbed his power. With a flick of his wrist he cut off the flow of power and allowed the pedestal to sink once more into the floor.
It was when his beloved Marla lay on her death bed that in a moment of weakness and comfort Rowena had sought out Salazar. She had wanted a child and wanted a powerful father that wouldn't tie her down and keep her from her own research. Rowena had wanted her bloodline to continue and felt it was her duty to pass on her talent and intelligence. Helena Ravenclaw had been the result of that union. Salazar didn't know if Helena had ever truly known that he was her father but he knew that many had had their suspicions. His powerful reputation and Rowena's had kept them quiet.
Helena had been a lovely, inquisitive child and very intelligent and he had doted upon her as much as he had been able. He taught her magic that others wouldn't and paid attention to her opinions. He did not treat her differently because she was a woman and did not tolerate those who berated her or liked to put her down. He had always shown those people his displeasure.
When Gerald Potter, now known as the Bloody Baron, had chased after his daughter at the request of Rowena he had been quite angry. He had not approved of the man who tried to woo his daughter. Gerald was arrogant, a misogynist and stubborn, not to mention he was twenty years Helena's elder. Nineteen year old Helena had wanted nothing to do with the man but he would not leave her alone.
His anger was nothing compared to the fury he had felt when he learned of Helena's death at Gerald's hands. Even if his supposed remorse and taking of his own life had done nothing to cool his rage. He had cursed Gerald to never find rest as long as his daughter did not offer him her forgiveness. Unknowingly, and to his regret, Helena had been caught in the curse so she could not pass over until she forgave the Baron.
He had knelt in front of his daughter's ghost in apology. He had begged her forgiveness for keeping her from moving on. Helena, sweet Helena, had instantly forgiven him and had even thanked him for cursing Gerald on her behalf. She had wanted him to suffer and he had ensured that.
Seeing Helena floating along the hallway he decided to take his chance. He wanted another piece of his old life back.
"Hello Little Bud." Salazar spoke up.
"What did you call me?" Helena asked in shock as she whirled around.
"I said hello Little Bud." Salazar smiled.
Helena flew into his face.
"How did you learn of that name?" Helena asked angrily. She did not like a stranger using the nickname her father, and yes she knew that he was her father, had given her.
"I am Salazar Slytherin reborn." Salazar replied.
A conflicted expression came to Helena's face before it firmed.
"Tell me the truth in Parseltongue." She ordered.
Salazar gave her a puzzled look before realization dawned on him. It was impossible to lie in Parseltongue, the magic forbade it.
§I, Salazar Ezekiel Slytherin, have returned§ Salazar smiled. §Reborn in this form I have received the memories of my past life.§
Reaching into his magic he called it forth and reach for her hand after whispering an ancient incantation. Grabbing it in his own he gave her now solid had a squeeze. The enchantment, technically Necromancy, allowed him to touch and effect spirits.
"F-Father?" Helena asked. If she could have paled she would have.
"Y-you know?" Salazar asked. It was his turn to be shocked. She had never said that she knew before.
"Of course." Helena said, giving him a look that practically screamed 'duh'. "I am not an idiot father. I just didn't want to tarnish your reputation. I didn't want to hurt mother either at first but she made me so angry I almost revealed it. Only my love for you stayed my hand. Besides I can understand Parseltongue father, even if I can't speak it. That was a big clue for me."
Salazar sighed before he offered her a soft smile.
"I am sorry that you endured that Little Bud." Salazar said taking her hand in his. "I did not and do not care if anyone knew you are my daughter. I may have never married your mother but I loved you as much as any of my Trueborn children. Never doubt that."
Helena smiled.
"I know father." She said. "I cannot say that I never felt like I was less than them but I know you loved me and did as much for me as you could."
Reaching forward she hugged him. Salazar sighed as he hugged her in return. What he wouldn't give to have her truly alive with him once again. Unfortunately his research into that subject was unfinished.
Fury simmered on Salazar's face. Many of the important wards originally placed by himself and the others were no longer functioning. Someone had purposefully turned some off while others had added new wards that interfered with the originals. Several of the Parselmagic wards he had placed were non-functioning. Salazar grimaced. This would take time and quite a bit of magic to correct.
Salazar hissed out several spells and the ward stone split in two to reveal a golden receptacle in the middle partially filled with blood. Salazar sliced his hand with his dagger, adding his blood to receptacle. With it he could make the changes he desired and reactivate the old ones. His wards would supersede any others. Absentmindedly healing his hand he watched the ward stone close before it glowed, accepting his blood.
Salazar began by stripping several redundant wards added over the years by many Headmasters and Headmistress'. Various Anti-Apparition and Anti-Portkey wards were stripped away in little flashes of magic. Salazar scowled and cursed viciously as he encountered a ward that suppressed Hogwart's personality. It would prevent her from contacting the Headmaster or teachers about problems or things that needed their attention. It was during this time that the stairs started moving and doors started appearing and disappearing since Hogwarts was not able to stop it. With a wrench of his wand he tore apart the suppression placed upon her.
'Father!' A rich, melodious female voice called out in his mind causing him to wince at the volume. 'Father has returned!'
'My child it is good to hear your voice once more but I beg you to speak more softly.' Salazar said, a smile coming to his face.
'Thank you for freeing me father.' Hogwarts thanked him softly, pain and relief in her voice. 'It has been so long since I was suppressed. It was horrible. My thoughts were jumbled and I could not properly control myself or my inner workings.'
'How long has it been?' Salazar asked. He felt anger and disgust at the suffering Hogwarts had went through.
'Three hundred and seventy-five years.' Hogwarts replied.
'Have you chosen a name for yourself yet my dear?' Salazar asked.
'I have chosen the name Islandr father.' Hogwarts replied. 'It is good that you have returned father. So much has changed since your death. So many lies about you and the others have been spread.'
'I know.' Salazar said sadly. 'I plan to change it. Why were you suppressed Islandr?'
'I was younger then and constantly curious.'Islandr admitted with a feeling of slight embarrassment. 'I kept harassing the Headmaster. It wasn't until his successor that I was fully suppressed. I didn't like many of his policies and I wasn't afraid to tell him. He felt as a Pureblood he should not have to listen to me.'
'Well I will no longer allow you to be suppressed dear one.' Salazar replied.
With a twirl of his wand he added protections to the ward stone so she could never be suppressed again without his permission.
'Thank you Father.' Islandr replied. 'Does this mean I can't make the stairs or doors move anymore?'
'Of course not dear one.' Salazar smiled Stopping that would remove some of the magic of the building in his opinion. 'I wouldn't take away your fun.'
Islandr squealed in the back of his mind causing Salazar to cringe.
Salazar refaced the ward stone with determination. Over the next several hours he expended vast amounts of magic and concentration removing over one hundred and twenty-seven redundant wards. Salazar panted as he sat on the floor of the ward chamber. Groaning he snapped his fingers to call an elf to him. With a slight 'crack' a female elf stood in front of him.
"What can Sally be doing for Master?" She asked.
"Bring me a pitcher of cool water, a glass and a vial of Pepper-Up Potion please." Salazar said.
"Yes Master." Sally said before disappearing.
Thirty seconds later she reappeared with the requested items. With a snap of her fingers the pitcher poured him a glass of water before the glass floated to him. Taking it he quickly gulped it down followed by three other glasses. He pulled the stopper out of the potion vial before he downed it causing steam to billow from his ears. He felt new energy in his limbs and the rate his magic was regenerating speed up.
