Chapter Two Houses

"July 19, 907

I was the first to wake up today. Not much going on. My father is resting calmly next to me, while Godric is on the other side, looking like an innocent child. The ladies sleep in the wagon, so I can't see them. I've seen my father sleeping many times, but Godric interests me. He almost seems like he is in a different, wonderful place as he rests. What a child. I used to sleep like that, when I was six or so. He doesn't even look like he shaves yet. He truly must have had something wrong with him when he was a boy. Would it be rude to ask?"

"Writing again?" Was the first thing Slytherin grunted as he sat up. Salazar nodded to his father politely, watching the man stand and stretch. "It's sort of girly how you always write like that."

"It calms my nerves. In this day, it's good to have something that does." Salazar said.

"I suppose so." Slytherin said like he didn't agree at all. He walked over to the lake to wash up while Salazar sat with the still sleeping Gryffindor child. The boy didn't stir or make one noise; he just had that insufferable smile on his face. Salazar had to control himself to keep from shaking the kid.

His father came back and glanced down at Godric. He didn't say or do anything, although Salazar knew from the look on his face he would have rolled his eyes if he were lower class.

Instead he nudged Godric with his foot until the boy stirred. "You're going to sleep all day if you keep that up." Slytherin informed Godric who yawned and stretched his arms over his head as a reply.

The women were soon up as well, and Helga began telling everyone about a small village of wizards near by.

"It was why I first though this place was good for the school, you see. I visited the village when I was a girl, and it's got no muggles what so ever." She said.

"And we can probably hire some men there to help us build." Rowena said softly.

"Brilliant, ladies." Slytherin said. "The more wands we can get swishing the faster the school will be built. Your fathers would be proud that we are finishing their dream for a school for all purebloods to learn from." At this everyone besides Salazar looked at Slytherin like he was crazy.

"Pureblood?" Godric asked. "That doesn't matter. My father always said that what mattered was bravery and an open heart."

"Oh no no no. If we're going to have a school, it must contain students that wish to learn, and have the dedication for it." Rowena interjected.

"Why should be restrict the school? It should be open to anyone who wants to come, you see." Helga said.

Slytherin was frowning at all of them. Salazar knew he didn't agree with any of that. He did think they had a point, but they were also very wrong. Anyone who wanted to learn from a magical school had to be sly, because it would have to bee kept secret from the muggles.

But it was not his choice. To stop an argument from starting he pulled out one of his parchments, opening it and took out a quill. "I have an idea." He said. "We can have different 'houses' that the students can go to. We can call the houses by your last names, and the students can be sorted there according to their characteristics."

"This isn't a bad idea…But we'll need something to sort them there. We can't hardly just look at them and know where to put them." Godric said.

Slytherin fought to keep his lip from curling. "Then we'll make something to sort them." He said.

"Oh, I have an idea!" Rowena said, getting up and going to get her hat. She sat it down in the middle of everyone, and everyone stared at it like they expected it to jump alive.

"How exactly can a hat help?" Helga asked slowly when he did nothing.

"We can put spells on it. Influence it according to what we think a student should have, and it'll sort them for us." She said.

Salazar's father was first. He pointed his wand and Salazar knew he was thinking only one thing. Pureblood.

Godric went next, then Rowena, and then Helga. When everyone had finished Rowena used another spell, and suddenly a rip began to form across the hat. Everyone glanced at each other then leaned closer to it.

"WELL!" The hat screamed, and everyone jumped back. Helga screamed. "Isn't this a fine day!"

Godric blinked, looking around at everyone else's pale faces, and then suddenly began to laugh, and both the girls joined him. Salazar couldn't help himself and began to chuckle softly, and even saw his father's lips point upwards for a moment.

That night, after everyone had agreed to take a trip to the wizard village the next day and gone to bed, Salazar lay awake, staring at the hat in front of him.

It didn't seem right, that only purebloods would go into Slytherin house. Salazar glanced at his sleeping father and pulled out his wand, pointing it at the hat, and did a spell on it.

He never noticed his father's eyes open.