A/N: Part 2. Give me your opinion on the story so far. It would really help me out!

"Salazar!" Godric cried out, as he slammed the door to Slytherin's office open. Startled, the black-haired man looked up. His features were sharp in the dim light. Dark, intelligent eyes ran over Godric's appearance, then locked upon Rowena.

"What happened?" Salazar's voice was hoarse, as he rose from his seat, rushing to Godric's side.

"I don't know. We were having a drink and the moment she took a sip… She turned pale and fell down. I think someone tried to poison her."

Cold, smooth fingers traced Rowena's face, checked her pulse and then gently opened her eyes. Her dilated pupils stared into the man's face, seeing nothing.

"Place her upon my desk. Quickly!"

Godric responded immediately, gently placing Rowena on the desk.

"Can you get me that bottle?"

"Accio Firewhiskey."

Seconds later, the bottle of Firewhiskey flew into the room, hovering in front of the two men. The liquor seemed undisturbed, even though it had just travelled at immense speed.

"Impressive." Salazar nodded. "Have you been working on your spell work lately?"

Godric answered with a brief nod, his eyes barely leaving Rowena's face.

"Let's get to work."

Salazar poured some of the Firewhiskey into a vial he had just taken out of one of his cabinets. He quickly held his nose above the liquor. It wrinkled in disgust, as the vile smell of poison imbedded itself inside his nostrils.

"If it's as poisonous as it's smell is disgusting, we might actually have a big problem."

Godric's eyes turned even more agonized, now quickly locking on Salazar's face.

"Can you make an antidote or something?"

"I think so, my dear Godric. But it will require time and a lot of ingredients. This potion is something new to me. Whoever poisoned her has a lot of knowledge of potions."

"What do you need? I will do my best to get all of them in time."

"Well, I first need to examine the potion and trace it back to its very roots, before I can say anything about this. But first let me stop this poison dead in its track, before it does too much damage."

After saying this, Salazar took out his wand, mumbling incantations in a tongue Godric did not understand. He watched, as Rowena gained a little color in her face. However, she still remained unconscious.

"Can you give me that cauldron?"

Salazar pointed his finger at a golden cauldron, sitting in one of his glass cabinets. Godric swiftly opened the cabinet door and took out the cauldron, placing it upon the fire Salazar had already started. Salazar's frail fingers poured the contents of his vial into the cauldron, mumbling incantations once more.

"Revelious."

Godric stared into the cauldron, as it changed colors. Red, icy blue, woodland green, solid silver, and back to icy blue again. Different scents filled the room as the colors changed. A sweet, floral scent was replaced by the irony smell of blood, which again was replaced by a stinging, sour smell, before changing to a familiar scent of earth and oak leaves.

"Interesting."

"What's interesting, Salazar?" Godric asked. "You seem… intrigued."

"I am… very intrigued actually."

Salazar's brows furrowed, as he checked the potion again. He grabbed his peacock quill and scribbled down the ingredients. A formidable list formed upon the parchment.

"This is what I need, Gryffindor." Salazar said, as he handed Godric the list. "As you see, quite a long list. Most of these ingredients are easy to get. I underlined the ones I need help with."

"Petals of a midnight rose… Darkwood acorn seeds… unicorn blood?" Godric's voice went up a pitch, as he spoke the last two words. "You need unicorn blood?"

"Yes, Godric. Unicorn blood. And I'm afraid the maker of this potion killed the unicorn to acquire this ingredient. Now, I am not going to ask you to kill the unicorn, but nevertheless I need a vial of blood."

Salazar's face was serious, his eyes darkening as he discussed this peculiar ingredient. Killing unicorns was unforgivable.

"You will need to find a way to tap the blood from the unicorn."

"We will find a way, Slytherin." Godric nodded. "What about the other ingredients, though? Where and how am I going to get those?"

"Midnight roses only blossom once every lunar cycle, and they only grow in the Scottish Highlands, Seeing as it has just been new moon, you will need to wait another twenty-five days before you can harvest the petals. About the Darkwood acorn seeds, those you can find in Darkwoodshire. But beware, many shady wizards and witches live there."

"Hmmm… I see." Godric ran his fingers through his hair. "Where would you suggest me to start?"

"If I were you, I'd start with the acorn seeds. Especially, because we need to first find a way to tap the blood from the unicorn." Salazar sighed, imagining the snow white creatures and their pure hearts.

"Darkwoodshire it is then." Godric stated. "Can I trust you to take care of Rowena for as long as I'm gone?"

"Of course, Godric. I will watch over her twenty-four seven. And Helga can help me when she returns from London."

"Thank you, Salazar. You are an honourable man."

Godric leaned over Rowena and pressed a kiss to her cheek, before shaking Salazar's hand.

"I will return when I have acquired all ingredients." He folded the piece of parchment and shoved it into one of his pockets. "Until then… goodbye."

Godric walked towards the door, but Salazar stopped him before he could open it.

"Here, takes this."

Salazar handed him a dark cape with a hood.

"It will shade you during the night, making you almost invisible, and it will protect you from the cold and harsh weather of the Scottish Highlands."

Godric took the cape, a grateful smile upon his face.

"Thank you, my friend."

He once more shook Salazar's hand, more firmly than before, and then left the room. Salazar stared after him, a smirk on his face. There weren't many people who saw him as a friend, and it did him good to have one more.

"Goodbye." He whispered, too low for Godric to hear.