Chapter 2
Yeah, well, this story is made up so forget the details. Just treat it as an original fiction etc cause I can't get much details of all this stuff so yeah. And also, apparently the founder of Beauxbatons was unknown so yeah. Oh yeah, language I know should be thee-y and thou-y sorta but we don't really need to know do we?
Marie turned in her seat and pulled her hat lower to shadow her face, her eyes shrouded lightly by the gauze. Outside her carriage, she could hear the shouts and screams. Her eyes closed in pain and sorrow. 'Witch! Mistress of Satan!'
That was what they called her. Her people, they called her witch, la sorciere. Silently, she screamed, the pain tearing her. Mon dieu! When would they accept her, would they ever?
She didn't look back when she left her town of Marseilles. Witch.
Godric pulled on Salazar's arm. 'Sal, come, quick!'
Salazar groaned and turned around in his bed. Godric sighed and tugged again. Again he whispered, this time more urgently than the first. 'Salazar Slytherin! Wake up! I need you to help me.'
Salazar shot up and grumbled, 'What?! I was trying to sleep.' Godric shook his head and ignored him. 'Look.'
'This better be good.' Salazar muttered. Holding his hands out, Godric concentrated very hard on Salazar. Suddenly, Salazar could feel himself jump up and run around the room.
'What—? Godric, are you doing that? If you are, stop.' He shouted. Godric immediately whispered something and Salazar stopped. He looked at Godric in amazement, 'Do you control me? Teach me.'
Godric shook his head. 'It's a curse, it will inflict too much harm on everyone. I can't… don't tell anyone what happened.' Godric's eyes closed then opened as he looked straight at Salazar. He whispered a few words and Salazar's eyes closed.
I'm sorry, Salazar. No one can know about this. I'm sorry I had to wipe your memory but … the world can be destroyed like this.
I know, very short chapter but I needed to add something.