The Birth of a Dream
Chapter 2-Eyes of a Snake
Salazar's eyes sparkled as he watched each new Slytherin take their place at the table on his far right. They all looked promising, but a certain first year stood out from the rest. Consulting his list, he searched for the name he was looking for. Ah yes, here it is. Tom Riddle. In him, he saw rebellion, anger and malice. Perfect! This is definitely a student he would have to get to know better.
There were also other promising students. He'd have to get to know them better, of course. But he knew that the spell put on the Sorting hat was a strong one, and it was designed not to fail. He started making notes...invitations to the most promising students for a very special class. One which would be held late at night, under the guise of darkness. For if the other professors knew...
"Salazar...Salazar...did you hear me?"Godric's voice cut into his thoughts.
"Oh, I'm sorry Godric. I'm just thinking about all the new students and how to help them best."
"I was wondering...when do you want to start Quiddich games? It won't be long before the snow is flying fast and it will be too cold to play."
"Oh, next week I suppose. We need to get to know the students better and find out their strengths and weaknesses."
"You're right. It may be this year Quiddich will have to be put on the back burner. Maybe we can think of another way for the houses to compete."
Stepping down from the teachers' table in the front of the meeting hall, Salazar went down to where his students sat, pulled up a chair, and joined them,"Welcome to Slytherin house. I trust that you will do your best to make me proud."
There was an air of mischief and malice at the table, as if everyone there had a devious mind,"I should very like to spend some time with each of you in the coming weeks...I will be setting up appointments and sending you notices by owl as to when yours is. I expect promptness and utmost respect. To those of you who show promise, I will bestow upon you the greatest gift I can offer. To those who cause me trouble, I will make your lives here a living hell. Any questions?"
A stunned silence ensued, yet those who he knew would be the cream of the crop smiled at him and nodded in admiration. Yes, he thought to himself, this would be a good year.
Back at the professors' table, Godric leaned over to Helga and quietly said,"He's up to something. Maybe we shouldn't have included him."
"I noticed, Godric. He's always made me suspicious...his shifty eyes, his dark ways. We need to keep an eye on him. I'm afraid he could bring about the downfall of Hogwarts..."
Salazar's eyes sparkled as he watched each new Slytherin take their place at the table on his far right. They all looked promising, but a certain first year stood out from the rest. Consulting his list, he searched for the name he was looking for. Ah yes, here it is. Tom Riddle. In him, he saw rebellion, anger and malice. Perfect! This is definitely a student he would have to get to know better.
There were also other promising students. He'd have to get to know them better, of course. But he knew that the spell put on the Sorting hat was a strong one, and it was designed not to fail. He started making notes...invitations to the most promising students for a very special class. One which would be held late at night, under the guise of darkness. For if the other professors knew...
"Salazar...Salazar...did you hear me?"Godric's voice cut into his thoughts.
"Oh, I'm sorry Godric. I'm just thinking about all the new students and how to help them best."
"I was wondering...when do you want to start Quiddich games? It won't be long before the snow is flying fast and it will be too cold to play."
"Oh, next week I suppose. We need to get to know the students better and find out their strengths and weaknesses."
"You're right. It may be this year Quiddich will have to be put on the back burner. Maybe we can think of another way for the houses to compete."
Stepping down from the teachers' table in the front of the meeting hall, Salazar went down to where his students sat, pulled up a chair, and joined them,"Welcome to Slytherin house. I trust that you will do your best to make me proud."
There was an air of mischief and malice at the table, as if everyone there had a devious mind,"I should very like to spend some time with each of you in the coming weeks...I will be setting up appointments and sending you notices by owl as to when yours is. I expect promptness and utmost respect. To those of you who show promise, I will bestow upon you the greatest gift I can offer. To those who cause me trouble, I will make your lives here a living hell. Any questions?"
A stunned silence ensued, yet those who he knew would be the cream of the crop smiled at him and nodded in admiration. Yes, he thought to himself, this would be a good year.
Back at the professors' table, Godric leaned over to Helga and quietly said,"He's up to something. Maybe we shouldn't have included him."
"I noticed, Godric. He's always made me suspicious...his shifty eyes, his dark ways. We need to keep an eye on him. I'm afraid he could bring about the downfall of Hogwarts..."