A/N- Okay, before I start, I'm sure some people have a few questions for me. So hopefully I'll answer them right here. If you have any more questions, ask away!

Q. Why did you make the founders find out about the trio so soon?

A. I didn't intentionally, it just kind of happened. However, just bear in mind that Salazar and Helga still do not know about them, and they'll probably be kept in the dark for a while.

Q. Will Harry slay the basilisk?

A. No, the basilisk was clearly alive in 'The Chamber of Secrets', therefore it will never happen.

Q. Things like 'how are they going to find a way home' and 'will this affect the future'?

A. I'm not going to answer questions like these; clearly they will give away the ending of the story. Fear not, I have planned it all out (for a change).

Q. Where exactly did this idea come from? (As many people have said it is very original.)

A. After looking at many people's Founder's fics and ones which the trio goes back to see the Marauder's, I wondered why no one had done the same thing for the Founders. And poof! This story was born!

Q. Why are you leaving Helga out of the picture?

A. Ah, yes, you've got me there. Rest assured that she shall have a much bigger role in future chapters :)

Q. How many chapters do you plan on writing?

A. That I can't quite answer, to be honest when I first wrote this I wasn't really expecting anyone to read it. Let's just say I'll finish when I finish.

Q. (This is for hpff's readers.) What happened to you a few months back? We had a discontinued written on your story :(

A. Ah yes, I'm very sorry about that. I had lost interest in this story (and all my other stories for that matter) and nothing came to me when writing it. Not only that but I was going through a busy period, with exams and everything. No fear though, I have finished all my exams and updates will become swift (well, more than they were before), and more lengthy.

No more questions? Good. Now, on with the story!

"The honour is mine, Lady Dumbledore. I have heard of your family's greatness."- Salazar Slytherin.

House Pride

Pure Snake

"Tell me what you found out," I hissed at the basilisk.

I foundddd nothing massssster… massster said sssso…

"What are you talking about? I told you to find out what those students are up to!" I snapped angrily, my patience running thin. "I ordered you to find out if that witch is a Mudblood!"

I founddddd nothing massssster…

"It doesn't matter, I will find out eventually." I said to myself, returning to human language, "I will have no dirty blood in this castle."

I dismissed my pet, and listened to the sinister swish of its tail as it slithered away. Such a wonderful creature.

I frowned at my desk, where a large pile of parchment sat, just waiting for me to sign. I was not looking forward to it, but I had volunteered to sort out the paperwork involving the finances of the school. It helped to be in such a position, because I also had the pleasure of sorting out the new students who were hoping to be taught under our rule. Unfortunately, it seemed my services were unappreciated; three new students had slipped through my fingers.

Angrily, I snatched my quill and dabbed it hard into an inkpot. We knew nothing of these strange new students, and Godric and Rowena still had not told me the details of their arrival. What was worse was that I had no clue of their blood; though the Granger girl gave off the foul odour of a Mudblood.

But I, Salazar Slytherin, would not rest until I had found the true nature of these 'pupils'.

As my quill sped across the parchment, my brilliant mind began plotting ideas. I knew it would not be easy, clearly the trio were friends and shared a bond with each other; filled with experiences. Perhaps I could break it. Potter seemed the easiest for me to work on, him being my pupil and in my house. The only problem was that their ties of friendship could be too strong for me to break.

I winced, thinking about the bond I had once shared with Godric; but now it seemed to be melting away like butter in the burning sun. Once we were close, not always agreeing with each other's opinions but able to playfully put up with each other; each helping the other with his magick. Godric still believed that bond existed. He was a fool.

I was no longer the foolish teenager that Godric once knew. I was a man now. A great and powerful wizard; and none one could stand in my way.

The Potters found out firsthand.

Just thinking of them reminded me of my young pupil. Yes, he was strange, somewhat different from his two friends; his aura was strong and seemed to be repelling me. I found it odd that the day after I kill the Potters a young lad turns up with the exact last name and looking like Blaine's identical twin. Except Harry Potter's eyes… a stunning green that could possibly stand out in the dark of the night.

I put my quill down, unable to concentrate. Looking up, I noticed a ghostly form of a silver badger prowling around my office. My eyebrow rose, Helga had summoned me; but why would she call me at such late hours? It was most unlike her, for she enjoyed sleeping early and rising late. She wasn't lazy by nature but until she had someone to mentor, there was little for her to do.

I could not ignore her call, so I gathered up my papers and hid them away. I did not need unwelcome visitors snooping into things that did not concern them. With a flash of my cloak I was away; heading towards Helga's office.

Helga Hufflepuff's office always gave warmth to whoever entered it. The room was lit brightly on this dim night by the candles, which by themselves gave the room that extra bit of heat. However, the true heat was coming from Helga; her heart was always warm and accepting. She had accepted me with open heart far more than Rowena had, it made her easy to manipulate; she was an extremely trusting person.

It was a shame that Rowena was not quite the same.

Helga sat in a chair and leaned back into it. A piece of parchment sat in front of her with a quill on top of it as though waiting for something. I raised an eyebrow towards my friend, asking a silent question.

Just as I suspected, Helga caught on straight away but only gave a small smile. My eyes flickered to the figure standing beside the woman, but they stood in the shadows. I once again turned my gaze back to Helga; more questions filtered through my brain.

"Helga, my friend," I said in a quiet, sharp voice. If this had been anyone else, they would have flinched by my tone; but not Helga. "You called me. My I enquire as to the reason?"

"Ah, of course," she replied, pushing the odd strands of hair that had fallen into her bright blue eyes. "I have a new student here," her head tilted towards the direction where the figure stood. "Don't be afraid dear, you're among friends here."

Wearily, the figure stood out of the darkness. She looked young and innocent. Her blue eyes looked as though they were made from pure light as they sparkled in the dim light. She was young, about fifteen, yet her nose was oddly crooked and looked almost broken. Locks of golden-brown hair flowed down her back in curls and waves, and on top of her head sat a neatly tied bow, which looked new and barely worn. This girl wore a simple jet-black cloak, which unlike her bow, looked over-worn and appeared to be frayed and tattered at the ends where it had dragged along the floor like an unwanted doll.

I didn't know what to make of this child. She was odd, and I did not recognise her. Who was she?

"Salazar, meet Caitlin Dumbledore." Helga said smoothly, and my eyes darted back to the girl; widening in disbelief.

I had heard many things about the Dumbledore family. They were well known for their polite manner and their history. Apparently one of their ancestors had befriended the great and powerful wizard Merlin. Instantly I was interested, I had also heard of the family's talent in the art of transfiguration magick.

Normally I would be angry that I had not known of a new student- I assumed she was a new student- had started without my knowledge. However this was different, she was absolutely a pureblood witch.

"When did she arrive?" I enquired calmly. Caitlin was not as beautiful as Rowena, but she wasn't ugly either, she had an odd beauty about her. Her aura shone a powerful and vibrant yellow, which told me she was wise beyond her years and like her ancestors before her, she would be successful. There was a mix of deep purple there though, which said that she would go out of her way to help people and that she was trying to balance things out in her life.

"Moments ago in fact," Helga replied with a smile. "I had only just received word of her arrival, and then poof! She is here."

Caitlin stepped forward; her nervousness seemed to have dispersed. Politely, she curtsied and smiled with guarded eyes.

"Master Slytherin, it is an honour to finally meet you. I have heard wonderful tales of your knowledge and magick." she stepped back again. To me, it was like an over-preformed speech. Quite clearly she had not wanted to say it; it was like it had been forced upon her. This disturbed me slightly, and it is very hard to disturb Salazar Slytherin.

"The honour is mine, Lady Dumbledore. I have heard of your family's greatness." I replied in a slick voice. Suddenly I saw a flash of sadness in her eyes but it disappeared as quickly as it had appeared. I bowed, and turned back to Helga who blinked.

"Does anyone else know of her arrival?" I asked, and Helga shook her head.

"You are the first person I have told, I thought it would be best." she replied lightly.

"Then we need to find Godric, so she can be sorted." I murmured, but the two still caught my words. I noticed that Helga's eyes held hurt; she had been waiting for a student to teach for a while. It was logical though; if she taught this one then we each had a student under our wing.

"Yes… it would be unfair otherwise…" disappointment was hidden clumsily under Helga's words.

"Then let us depart." Caitlin said, and Helga stood up.

"To Godric's office then."

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