A/n- With me returning from 4 weeks at camp, and FF.net back online, it's time for a new chapter!
The sky darkened overhead, and thunder rumbled far off in the distance like tired old man, as Salazar hurried through the swamp towards home.
A prophesy? About him? Did his parents know? Why had they never told him? Was that why they had gone to see Persephone so much,? What else did it say about him, was the rest of it coming true, why him?
These questions and thousands and others like them flew around his mind, colliding, and consolidating, forming wild theories and even more questions.
Did muggles ever have trouble like this? Why were they so frightened of magic, why were they so frightened of his parents?
Lightening flashed in the distance. Wind blew through the trees making sounds like so many whispers.
Maybe it really is evil, maybe it really is bad, maybe his soul was the devils, why couldn't he be normal?
The first raindrop fell as Salazar rushed into the village. He started to run.
By the time he reached the castle, it was a torrential downpour. He yelled the password to the door from twenty feet away, and ran even faster to and through it.
Once in side, not even pausing for a breath, he ran up the stairs and into his room, slamming the door loudly.
He collapsed on the bed, and buried his face into the pillow. But he didn't cry. Salazar never cried.
A few minutes later, her heard footsteps and a soft knock on the door.
"Salazar?" It was his mother. "Salazar, we need to talk."
"Fine."
The door opened.
Accila Slytherin was not a maternal figure. Her features were severe- dark eyes, a sharp nose, thin lips, and black hair pulled back tightly- and she seemed more like a powerful matriarch then a mother.
She did her best, however, to look kindly, and stepped into the room.
"We can't just keep on hiring and losing professors like this," she said quite bluntly.
Salazar sat up, turned to face her, and narrowed his own black eyes. "Why didn't you tell me?"
"Tell you what? About the new professor?"
"No. About the prophesy."
Accila's eyes widened, as she backed out of the room. "Adrian?" she called. "Adrian- he knows!"
Salazar listened to his mother's footsteps go down the stairs, and fell back onto his bed.
He then fell asleep.
Salazar woke up suddenly. He could here a distant booming sound.
Just thunder, he thought, and dozed off.
He was jolted awake again, by a loud scream and banging noises. He could also here distant voices and foot steps from downstairs.
He climbed out of bed, and slowly walked towards the stairs. He peeked out carefully over top of the railing of the balcony and gasped.
There were about ten man from the village downstairs. One held him mother, who was screaming, and trying desperately to escape. Two held his father, who was also struggling. Another was holding Olga like a sack of wheat, and yet another was snapping their wands.
The village priest was also there (holding a cross and a bible), along with the butcher, the miller, and the weaver.
As Salazar's eyes fell on the tenth man, he nearly cried out.
It was Matt's father.
He was yelling out orders to the other men. "The boy! Where's the boy?" He turned towards the butcher, miller, and weaver. "You got to the left, you go to the right, you go downstairs, and I'll check up stairs."
As Mr. Potter climbed the stairs, Salazar told his feet over and over to move, but they didn't listen. His hand gripped his wand tightly.
Mr. Potter spotted him. "You!" he yelled, and lunged towards him.
"Crucio!" shouted Salazar, and ran towards his room, Mr. Potter screaming in agony.
He rushed over to the window, and waved his wand. A long rope appeared, and he started to climb down.
He thanked God silently for the fact that his parents had never allowed him to have a tower room, as the fierce wind blew, and the rain pounded him.
At last, he reached the ground, and was about to run for the swamp, but something stopped him. He ran around to the front of the house, and hid behind a tree.
The door slammed open, and the ten men walked out (Mr. Potter looking ill), with his mother, father and Olga thrown over their shoulders.
"Potter!" yelled the Baker over the gale. "What should we do with 'em?"
"My son babbled something about freezing charms, so we can't burn them."
A large lump formed in Salazar's throat.
"What about the swamp?"
"Let's go!"
Salazar, silently cursing for leaving both his regular and invisible cloak inside, followed them to the edge of the swamp.
The priest held up his bible and spoke.
"Oh Lord. If these be but three innocent Christens, may they be saved by thy merciful hand. If they be Satan's helpers, let them perish, and burn from where they came. Amen."
Salazar shut his eyes as the men said "Amen."
He then heard three splashes, and all was silent.
He sat, in the mud, in the rain, for who knows how long.
He then got up and ran.
15 minutes later, he was in Persephone's tent, wrapped in a blanket besides a fire, holding a cup of something she called "Hot choco".
"Now, Salazar, what happened?"
Slowly, in a monotone, he told the whole story.
Her reaction was completely surprising. Rather then saying "Oh dear!" or "You poor thing.", as one might suspect, she went over to the fire, and started to chant.
"O! Spirits of the past!
I call on you at last!
Bring back what I need!
Of this I plead!"
Then, the fire rose higher, and then went out. Persephone reached into the ashes, and pulled out a sheet of parchment. She relit the fire, and sat next to Salazar.
"Listen," was all she said, and she began to read.
"Dearest,
Another odd dream last night. I saw four persons, standing in a hall- two women, two men.
The two women were clothed similarly. One wore bronze and blue, the other yellow and black. The men dressed alike to- Gold and red, and green and silver.
I then saw two children walk up to them- one to the men, one to the women.
Suddenly, they were filled with a glowing light, and wands appeared in their hands.
Then, for some reason, I focused on the green and silver man. Then, quiet quickly, I saw six things- A skull colored like him, which was destroyed by a phoenix, a wand called death, many wands in a shop falling to his feet, a word- mordsmorde, and then a man and two women being killed. Then, I saw the man, and he seemed cold, and terrible. He made war against the world.
Enough of that, though. I need not to fill you with disturbing news. By the way, how's the city? Have you told them to watch out for Romans and to stay close to the western wall, like I told you to?
Love,
Joe
Persephone folded the letter back up. "That's that. One of the greatest profits of all time. All of his predictions- came to him in dreams, and then written down in letters to his bloody girlfriend- have come true."
"And that one was about me?"
"Yes. And it's coming true. The first four signs were shown to you at Ollivander's. And the last one, just now."
Salazar looked down into his mug. "Why didn't anyone tell me?"
"Because, prophesies are funny things. When a person is told of one about him, it will almost certainly come true."
"So why did you tell me?"
Persephone sighed. "Because…I knew it was going to happen. I knew I couldn't stop it."
Silence hung heavily in the air. At last she spoke again. "I'm sorry."
And still, Salazar did not cry.
A/n. I apologize. That chapter was depressing. Murders, bad poetry, bad weather- the thing about Persephone having hot choco was the funniest part in it. And we still haven't met Rowena and Helga. Oy.