Disclaimer: All characters belong to J.K. Rowling.
Warning: This will probably have any number of things, if Kamerreon's fic is any indication. Read at own risk but do not flame.
If Desires Were Galleons
Andie Estella from "Kammerreon's Kloset" wants Salazar/Harry; "my little serpent", teacher/student
Harry was having a strong feeling of déjà vu at this moment. A few weeks ago Harry had somehow managed to get sent back in time to the days of the Hogwarts Founders. Since then he had been trying to fit in. He was amongst a thousand or so students to be the first to be taught within Hogwarts' walls. His natural knack for Defense Against the Dark Arts, Charms, and Transfiguration had made him a favored student amongst Godric and Rowena, and his tenacity and diligence made him quite popular with Helga.
But Salazar was a different story. Salazar continuously pushed Harry in not only Potions, but all his other classes as well. Harry felt as if he was under the 24/7 scrutiny of the Potions Master. Currently Salazar was quizzing Harry personally on Potions trivia that was far above Harry's current level.
"Let's try this again Mr. Potter. What metals, along with brass, when made into cauldrons, produce more stable potions?"
"I don't know sir," Harry replied.
"Pity…I had such high hopes for you," Salazar returned, annoyance clear on his face, but a sliver of sadness in his eyes.
After class Harry went up to Professor Slytherin's desk and asked, "Sir? Why do you single me out ever class period? And why do you continue to ask me questions we've never covered?" Harry's voice was growing in volume and anger as he listed off the injustices of Professor Sna…uh…Slytherin.
Salazar looking over the papers on his desk and looked straight at Harry and said, "Because, Harry, I expected so much more from you. When I found you that first day I was intrigued by you. I could see the power that flowed from you. You have so much potential, my little serpent."
Harry blushed, not used to compliments. "I'm already working my arse off to stay ahead of everyone else in all my classes, I'm not a superhuman."
Salazar looked down, body sagging in tiredness. "No, I suppose not." He took a second or two to inhale and rethink his plans; he had been too hard on the boy who would one day be his heir. "I'll make you a deal, because I still have high hopes for you. Continue working as you are, but in addition, thrice a week, you will take part in extra tutoring from me. This tutoring will cover not only Potions but more advanced magiks that are decidedly gray. You have no idea just what you could someday be capable of my little serpent, so I am putting it upon myself to show you."
Harry smiled, willing to push himself just a bit more for someone who honestly believed in him. "Deal."