A/n I'm sorry if I screw the Fens up- or any part of British Medieval culture. I'm not British, and I've never been there.

Disclaimer- Not mine- theirs.

The fiery red sun rose merrily, the mists rising slowly from the marshes surrounding the village. Inside the gray castle that was the pinnacle of the village, Lady Slytherin was as red as the sun.

"Deus! This baby is coming out!" she screamed. She grabbed her husband by the collar of his tunic and pulled him down. "I told you to get a witch midwife!" she hissed into his ear.

The unfortunate, young muggle midwife, was red and sweating from the heat of the room. "The babe's out!" she cried. Lady Slytherin gave a small cheer, and collapsed back onto her bed. The midwife looked the baby over. "And it's a beautiful boy!" She cleaned up the baby, and handed it to the stressed parents.

Lady Slytherin exploded as soon as the midwife left. "BY MERLIN'S BEARD, ADRIAN!" she yelled. "I said, 'Get a witch midwife!' A WITCH! And you brought me a MUGGLE FOOL!"

Adrian groaned internally. "There was no witch within 5 miles! And poor little Salazar's head was almost out. What was I-" He stopped as he noticed his wife staring at him. "Accalia? What's wrong?"

"Where did you get the name Salazar from?"

" I- I don't know. It just popped into my head."

"Salazar Slytherin- It sounds nice." She looked down at the baby her hands, and smiled. "Salazar."

A holiday was declared the next day. The villagers feasted and danced until stars speckled the sky, and the moon was above. The wonderful food seemed too good to be true. Huge chickens and ducks, wonderfully brown, exotic fruits from the far reaches of the known world, and delicious cakes were set up on a long table outside. Many huge kegs of beer where lined up again it. A group of villagers performed a marvelous play, about witches, werewolves, and other denizens of the marshes, and a minstrel's music filled the air.

After the villagers fed and happy, Sir and Lady Slytherin went out on the lowest balcony. Grinning, the Sir proclaimed, "Welcome our son, and heir, Salazar Slytherin!"

The villagers cheered (to drunk to realize they were cheering their strange lord's sun) as Salazar was raised for all to see. The villagers saw a healthy, beautiful baby boy, one like any other. But looks can be deceiving…

Adrian and Accalia wasted no time in telling Salazar about their family- and the unbreakable rule- never tell the villagers anything about the family, and never do any magic in front of them.

The family made a special journey to London one sunny day when Salazar was seven, and, by the King's law, old enough to practice wand magic.

The family climbed down from the carriage, stiff from the journey. They made their way slowly through the rubbish on the street, to a small pub, with a weathered wooden sign calling it "The Owl's Feather".

They walked not into a pub, but into a small plaza, filled with witches and wizards bargaining over prices, shopping, and greeting each other. A sign over head said Diagon Alley.

Salazar stared, transfixed at the stores. A potion's shop, a bookstore, an apothecary and- a wand shop.

He gripped his parents' hands tightly as they walked into the small store- Ollivendar's. It was dusty- with small boxes lining the walls and covering most of the floor. Very little light shone through the yellow and wavy windows. Magic seemed to pour from the ceilings and walls into every thread of Salazar's being.

A man, bent and twisted with age, stepped slowly into to view. " Ah. Adrian Slytherin. - 13 ½ inches, Maple, bicorn horn. Good for hexes, is it not?" he said in a thin, wispy voice.

Adrian nodded quickly and shortly.

"And Accalia, 13 ½ inches, Maple, Chichevache hair. Almost the same as your husband's. How funny to see you two married." He said this without any change in emotions at all, in the same whispery voice as before."

Accalia spoke up. "This is our son, Salazar. We, and the king, believe he is old enough for his first wand," she said, daring him to disagree.

The man hesitated, and frowned. "How old is he?"

"Seven."

He nodded. "I disagree with the king's law, and normally, that is too young, but I believe that Salazar here will become a very powerful wizard." He then did something very subtle, but very odd. He flinched, and whispered something very quietly, that only he and Salazar heard- "Mordsmordre" He looked around the shop. "And a powerful wizard needs a powerful wand." He walked over, and pulled out a wand. "Try this one- Holly and phoenix feather, eleven inches."

Salazar looked at him. "No, not that one."

The man spun around. "But you haven't even tried it."

Salazar continued. "That is not my wand. It is 3 boxes to the left and 5 down. I know it is- it has been waiting for me, and it is calling for me. Please, let me try it."

Mr. Ollivander replaced the box, and pulled out the one that Salazar had asked for. He slowly removed it.

"14 ½ inches, yew, basilisk skin." He suddenly looked very strange. He walked over to Salazar, and bent down to look at him. "I want you to know something, boy. I have hoped never to sell this wand. I wish it to rot slowly, to break, to be caught in a fire. I have never wanted it to be in the hand of any witch or wizard- knowing the evil that flows freely through out it. You see, one of my dear friends died, trying to get the skin. You cannot imaging how I felt when I found him, lying in a cave, with a giant snake slayed by his side, and a piece of the skin clutched in his hand.

"This wand is a cursed one, I believe. My friend's death is in this wand. And yew is the wood of death. Do you still think it's yours?" he said with malice.

Salazar continued staring. "It is mine. I know it is."

The man suddenly looked very mad. "Here." he spat out bitterly. "Take the wand of death, if you so desire it."

Salazar slowly took the wand, and waved it. A powerful wind blew through the room. The walls, lined with the wands, began to shake, as wand after wand flew out of their boxes, and landed in a pile at Salazar's feet. Nearly a quarter of the wands were at his feet by the time they finished flying off the walls. Green and silver sparks filled the air, and slowly came together to form a skull with a snake entwined in it. Then, the wand that the man had wanted him to try, flew through the air, and quickly tore the skull apart.

"It is mine."

* * *

Adrian and Accalia quickly went to the parlor the moment they got home, while Salazar ran up to his room. Accalia collapsed on a poofy armchair, while Adrian paced the room.

After a few minutes, Accalia spoke. "Is it what we fear?" she whispered. "Is the seer right?"

Adrian exploded. "Of course she is!" he bellowed, making the walls shudder.

"Should we- I mean, I know we're not suppose to until he's 15- but under the circumstances- I mean, it's happening so quickly-"

Adrian sighed. "We shall have to tell her."

"But-"

"No buts. She told us that if any two of them happen within a day, that we should come to her. And all but one happened within the span of five minutes."

Accalia closed her eyes, and whispered, "I wish it not to be so."

A/n- I am evil, aren't I? Well, any way, because I don't want my hard work to go unnoticed, Adrian means "The evil one", Accalia is the foster mother of Remus and Romulus, and the wand that Mr. Ollivander wanted Salazar to try is Harry's. biggrin