Can You Hear It Sing?
A/N: Yes, I am continuing it. Mostly, it's because Xirleb70 is such a loyal reviewer, who has caused me to eventually finish my fics, so why not this one.
Disclaimer: See the Intro. None of these will be in the fic.
Yes, this will be slash for anyone who was unsure. I did mention soul mate in the last chapter.
Lady SallyRose- thanks for the suggestion, but you see, I don't plan out a fic, the fic plans out itself. In other words, when I write, I'm not going to organize my thoughts into a little diagram or anything like that. I just write the words that come to my head, or rather, I type them. That's always been my style of writing, and as much as I love suggestions, most of the time I don't follow them. Thanks anyways.
Warped Zelda- thanks for the review.
Xirleb70- Ah, so you still review. I got worried there, when I hadn't seen your name. Salazar's my new interest, dunno why. He just seemed cool, and I wanted to fool around with him. He's just invited himself to become a muse to me. Yeah, great, isn't it. And yes, you did review, so you're getting more. Happy? J
Last Chapter:
How did you know, sir?" Salazar asked politely, shocked that someone knew that he was a time traveler.
"Ah, but Salazar, one thing that many forget is that I am the headmaster, and I know everything."
Chapter One: I'd Rather Have Voldemort Teach Us.
As Salazar continued to stare blankly at the headmaster, a small boy, around the age of 11, walked into the quarters, and looked at the headmaster with guilty eyes. "Ah, Mr. Taylor, what did you do now?" The boy pouted, before speaking. "McGonagall sent me here because I threw a dungbomb at Filch." Dumbledore smiled, and gestured for the boy to have a seat.
"First, Alex, that's Professor McGonagall. And second, why did you do it?" Alex shrugged, and turned to Salazar, showing off his Slytherin badge.
"Alright, Alex, 10 points from Slytherin, do not do it again." With a cheery smile, Dumbledore let the boy go.
"Sir? Could you tell me why a mudblood is in my house?" A slightly angry Slytherin asked.
Dumbledore's eyes narrowed, for once in his joyful life. "Mr. Slytherin, your own heir is a half-blood. Please refrain from using that word, especially considering the fact that I know why you are here." Slytherin blinked. So, the old man knew why he was here. Wasn't this great. Annoyed, the black-haired man focused his attention on Dumbledore.
"Well, seeing as how we both know why you're here...Lemon Drop?" Salazar stared at the crazy old man, but took one anyways. "Salazar, may I call you Salazar?" Slytherin nodded. "Well, it just so happens that we need a Dueling instructor. Are you interested?" Salazar agreed. "Wonderful. Now, I will introduce you to everyone tonight, at Dinner. Until then, would you like for me to show you to your rooms?" The younger man nodded, and Dumbledore proudly stood up, and led Salazar to his rooms. Salazar smirked, as he realized which rooms these were. The original Slytherin rooms, that Salazar himself had picked out. Albus left him alone, as he turned toward the painting...of himself.
"Hello there. You look like me." The younger version, the painting, muttered. "That's because I am you, moron. The password will be in Parselmouth, {open}." The painting did just that, and Salazar stepped in to examine his rooms.
"Still the same." Salazar smiled generously. He walked the short distance to his own personal library, and touched the books. Dusty, but that was it. After a few hours of enjoying his room, Salazar realized that it was indeed dinner time, and rushed out of his rooms. He arrived at the Great Hall in under a minute, and waited for Albus. Only a moment later, Albus gestured him to come sit down, and he did, just as the student body watched, many drooling over him. Albus found this amusing, as his newest staff member took a seat, just as Albus introduced him.
"Please welcome our Dueling Professor, Salazar Slytherin himself." The Slytherin house started to clap loudly, as did some members of other houses. Eventually everyone was cheering, save for one Harry Potter, who was the only one actually eating. Salazar's eyes swept around the room, and stopped on Harry. He watched the boy's movements for a moment, taking everything in, before his eyes rested on his own plate, and began to eat, as the houses talked excitedly, wondering why Slytherin was in their time.
Slytherin managed to slip away, and just as he passed the Gryffindor table, he heard a red haired boy. "Isn't this great, Harry? We have a founder of Hogwarts teaching us Dueling!" The red-haired boy spoke to his friend. Harry frowned. "I'd rather Voldemort teach us." Slytherin, shocked at this, quickly made his way to his rooms, and lay on his bed, trying to hold back tears. His love didn't love him back.
Meanwhile, Harry Potter sat with his friends in their common room, laughing. Class was over for the day, and Neville was sharing a story about his summer, involving a 'hot Chinese girl', as Neville said. Few were laughing because of his actual story, but of the idea of Neville getting a hot girl.
Hours later, Harry laid in his bed, wide awake. He couldn't stop thinking about this stranger; this man who Harry knew had been a dark wizard. He was Slytherin, of course he was dark. But how did he get here? Was he an angel? A grin came to Harry's face. Yes, he decided, he's my angel.
Harry finally fell asleep, dreaming of the dark-haired gorgeous man. Little did he know that the very man he dreamed of was dreaming of him.
A/N: Okay, it's a little short, but that's okay. Review and I will have a longer chapter up soon!!