The next month went by in a flash for everybody except Salazar. Godric and Helga Hufflepuff fell in disgustingly perfect love, the three school heads that actually cared set up deals with the shop keepers in Diagon Alley to sell supplies specifically tailored for Hogwarts students, and they had multiple meetings on how to sort the children into the four houses. Within a few weeks, the four young adults had opened the school just in time for the kids to arrive.

On September the Second, buggies driven by invisible horses arrived on school campus carrying all kinds of students. White, Black, British, Scottish, Pureblood, and… Mudblood. Salazar shivered at the thought.

And, he was still trying to justify his break-up with Rowena. She still looks so sad and Salazar still feels so… Empty. Just like somebody used the Bombarda Maxima charm on his heart.

A day before the start of school, Goody Godric showed Salazar an old, wrinkly, dirty wizard's hat.

"What is this for, Godric?" Salazar said when he had placed the old hat under his nose.

"This is the Sorting Hat. We have enchanted it so that whenever it is placed on a first year Hogwarts student's head, it will spring to life and tell them which house they should be in: Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, or Slytherin.

"What the hell is a Hufflepuff? Nevermind. Now, WHY did nobody tell ME about this decision? What if I had a BETTER idea?" Salazar retaliated.

"I'm sorry, Salazar, but our Hat has already been selected out of many other items to sort people into houses. Would you rather have a multi-colored scarf that tells people there sexuality? I think not."

"Fine, Godric. The kids are on the buggies now, they will arrive tomorrow morning and we need to be ready. Prepare the castle, because we need to be ready."

"Aye, Captain." Godric had caught onto Salazar's sarcastic attitude.

The rest of the day went by fairly quickly. The teachers that Godric had hired and the gamekeeper of the Hogwarts grounds waited on the sidewalk for the kids while the house heads stood beside Godric, who was standing behind a golden owl pedestal. The others were dressed in royal blue dress robes, while Godric was wearing red and gold dress robes with a non-rimmed plumed wizard hat. He looked like a pitiful court jester.

A few tiringly long sets of thirty minutes later, three hundred and ninety four students dressed in their black and gray robes flooded through the door way. Slytherin could look at any student and determine whether they were Pureblood or Mudblood.

Once the Sorting Ceremony was finished and all of the first years were trudging behind the house heads to their dorms, Salazar went into his office and curled up for a good night's sleep. He had barely listened to Godric's ramblings about how the year would go and rules and all of that useless information that the teachers and the other house heads found oh so interesting.

The next morning was a bright and cheerful day with singing birds and owls flooding the skies, the sun rays made even more beautiful when the multi-colored birds flew through them.

It made Salazar sick.

Each of the house heads were made teachers in their best subjects. Godric taught Defense Against the Dark Arts, Rowena taught History of Magic, Helga taught Herbology, and Salazar taught: Potions. HE wanted the Defense Against the Dark Arts position, but everybody thought that Goody-Godric qualified more.

Salazar's day went quite well. The little twelve year olds brewed there potions correctly, for the most part, and the seven period school day went fine. Well, that is until the seventh period, going from six o' clock to seven o' clock.

A little Gryffindor girl with black curls and a splotchy face came in to Salazar's class room and sat down all alone. Her name was Patty O'Neal. An Irish girl with a VERY Muggle oriented name.

"Greetings, class. I will be your potions professor for the remainder of the year. I will not be nice to you, as long as you are not nice to me." The children shivered at that sentence. "Turn to page three hundred and ninety four. We will be brewing a cure to boils today." He shot a look at Patty.

"Now this is a simple draught, one that most likely has been used on every single one of you." He darted his eyes towards Patty once more, before quickly adding, "All, except the Mudbloods."

He passed out all of the ingredients, told the children to use the recipe, and told them exactly which ingredient is which. When he told the class to get to work, he kept his shining red eyes focused on Patty. She seemed to be the only Mudblood in the room, but he could be incorrect.

The whole class seemed to be having trouble, and he helped most of them, but when he saw what the filthy little Mudblood was doing. She had started it correctly, crushing the snake fangs, but instead of only putting four measures of it into the cauldron, she poured the entire contents of her mortar into the cauldron. This was terrible! Then, she dropped her books just as she began to heat her cauldron. It was a smoking red thick cauldron of sticking dust, and when she waved her wand and let it brew, it began hissing.

"NOOOO!" Salazar whipped out his worn down Yew wand and cast a quick spell which shot the cauldron out of the window just as it exploded against the window and the cauldron shattered into two pieces.

Salazar slammed his hands down on the table in front of Patty's face.

"This is an OUTRAGE! Do you have no regard for the safety of your peers?!"

Patty shook her head yes frightened.

"Little girl, can your mommy use magic?" he put emphasis on the last word. Patty shook her head no.

"Little girl, can your papa use magic?!"

She shook her head no again.

"HA! Should have known. Only a filthy, little dirty rotten MUDBLOOD could completely destroy a potion that terribly. Get out of my classroom! Once I have become headmaster of Hogwarts NO Mudbloods will be allowed in this school! Neither will Half Bloods!" Salazar had destroyed the little girl's hopes and dreams.

And, meanwhile, ended up magically tied to a chair in Godric's office, at a meeting with all of the house heads.

"What was that for?" Godric asked Salazar accusingly.

"It was true."

"Why would you do that to a little girl?" this time it was Helga that butted in. She was practically hanging on Godric.

"Helga, Rowena, you leave. Helga, I'll meet you in your office later, and then we can do what we had planned… Okay?"

Salazar groaned at Helga's playful giggle as she walked off, her disgusting morbidly heavy body bouncing up and down.

"What do you see in that woman?"

"She's beautiful, and she's not fat at all that's just your blinded red vision making up… Enough! We are here to talk about you, not my Honey Helga."

"Honey Helga? You got that idea from my own Goody Godric, did you not?"

"Salazar, why would you do such a thing to that little girl?"

"She was a filthy Mud…"

"ENOUGH!" Godric roared from his enormous reddening maw. "I will NOT stand for you being prejudice against the Muggle Born children! They are still wizards! Salazar, you are NOT the man I originally met. We're done."

"Fine Goody Godric. Now it will be less heart-breaking when I crush you in the House Cup Tournament."

And so, a friendless, prejudice, red eyed black haired fool with rope burns around his wrists left for his office, having but one thought on his dwindling mind.

I have to stop this, even if I do it by myself…