A/N I'm sorry that this has taken so long, it's not even really the next chapter. I'm just having so much trouble finding the inspiration to write at the moment. To much is going on.

And if something is written like this 'yo man' it's in mind speak (the thing Rhin and Sev do).

... 1,000(ish) years ago.

Somewhere around Scotland there was a hill where four figures stood together in the freezing rain. Each had no means of protection from the raging storm, but none seemed to mind it. They were simply standing in the dark as if waiting for something.

Their surroundings would have been very beautiful had the weather not been so depressing. The hillside was peaceful and the there was an enormous forest surrounding them. It was this forest that the four were looking at. If one looked carefully enough they could see dim lights traveling through the dense trees. Each pair of eyes never left the forest and when a group of men came out of the trees the four visibly tensed. The two moving group of about twenty five stopped across the field from the four on the hill and one from each group slowly walked out to meet the other. From the attacking side a tall slender man emerged, he had a styled mustache and an air about him that distinctly reminded one of the Malfoy's. From the highly outnumbered, defending side, a muscular man with deep black hair walked forward. When the two met in the center all eyes were focused on their interaction.

"Give up now Godric, it is useless to fight me. I will conquer the world and there is nothing you or your pathetic group can do to stop me."

"I will not give up so long as there is breadth in my body Slithe. You will not live through this night."

"We shall see then, and do give my son my regards for me. Such a disappointment."

Godric simply glared at the retreating man and returned to his companions to relay what had happened.

"So, did he surrender, Godric?" asked a tall, thin man who very much resembled the opposing leader.

"No, I'm afraid your father is as crazy as ever. He even sent you his regards."

The other man mumbled something like 'damn loon'. Of the four defending the hilltop two were male and two were female, and all of them had power. One could feel it radiating off of them, like body heat, and it was inspiring. They were so drastically outnumbered, but they fought for their cause. Suddenly a great cry rang out from the other side and the mass of people charged.

"Well, this is it," said one of the females of the group. A woman with long brown hair and a face that told of her unequaled intelligence.

"Let us fight, then," said Godric with a hint of regret in his voice.

The four defenders took out their weapons, each unique to the person. Godric brandished a sword encrusted with rubies. The other male reached behind his waist to pull out two emerald-covered sai. The two women hesitated but eventually brought out their own weapons. The dark haired one with two daggers, each with a blue hilt. The other woman was small and pale, but when she held out her hand a very tall staff flew into her palm. She was a rather formidable enemy, especially with the spike at the end of her weapon.

The two groups met in what could only be described as one of the most amazing battles ever seen. While the four defenders were severely outnumbered they fought so valiantly that many were shocked for a moment, letting them get the upper hand. The strange thing however was that while it was obvious that all of the figures were magical (one could cut through the waves of it coming from the site) none of them carried wands. The attackers shot streams of magic from their fingers. However, this was not as affective as one would think. The streams were large and unfocussed; therefore, the spells were not as helpful. The defenders however, seemed to be shooting magic directly out through their weapons. When an opponent was hit by their blades there were shots of light and crackling of raw power could be heard around them.

After a few moments of battle something happened, four individuals switched sides. Three men and the only female among the attacking group.

"What is the meaning of this!" screamed Slithe.

Everyone had stopped fighting to stare in wonder at the traitorous people now standing next to the defenders.

'Took you long enough Mykel'

'Do be quiet Salazar.'

"Delacroix, Weasley, Grant!" the man stuttered helplessly and then looked at the woman. "Kaly," it was said softly as he watched the woman glare at him and stand by his son's side. "You will pay for this, boy!"

The battle began again with renewed fervor, but eventually the defenders took the field. Their magic was simply more skilled and focused (not to mention they had another source of power on their side). Soon only Slithe was left kneeling on the ground under his own son's murderous glare.

"You do the honors, Salazar. He betrayed you more than any other," whispered Godric.

"Good bye, father."

"I will never leave you, my dear son."

Salazar stabbed his father through the heart with the magic infused sai. What happened next was rather unexpected though. A burst of black magic traveled up the weapon and into Salazar himself throwing him back and knocking him unconscious.

It was three weeks before he woke up in the small hut his dear friend inhabited.

"Salazar? Are you awake?"

'Go away Mykel'.

'Come on old friend, the school is nearly finished and there is a beautiful girl waiting for you to escort her to the opening ball'.

The man in bed bolted upright immediately grabbing his head when it began to pound.

"How long have I been unconscious?"

"Three weeks. I know that Ms. Kaly has been awfully concerned about you. She's been sending her pet owl here everyday inquiring about you."

"Her owl? How did she manage that?"

"Apparently she's discovered some magic in the animals, we've all been trying it out as a faster way of receiving post. She's also made a breakthrough in channeling magic, but I'll let her tell you about it when she gets here."

"She's coming here?"

"oh yes, I told you the opening ball was coming up. Well, It's tomorrow. So, get up...now." 'Yes, old friend'.

'I am not old.'

The next day brought many happy reunions for the people who triumphed in the war. The school that the four had been painstakingly working on was finally finished and the naming ceremony was now finally taking place.

The four had eventually decided on Hogwarts and as all of the magical folk in the great land watched, set up the wards to complete the first magic school ever created. And, just in time for the new school term a break through in magic channeling had been made by one Kaly Baker. A new way to channel magic in peacetime. Instead of using weapons to cast magic, she developed 'wands' (as she called them) simple pieces of wood with a magical core that could control raw magic with accuracy, something never accomplished before.

The school went well for many years the founders all married soon. However, Salazar was the last to wed and it surprised everyone when it was revealed that he had secretly married Ms. Kaly Baker. Things were well for a number of years, but eventually Salazar began to act odd. A man who had always wanted peace, he began to spout paranoia of another war. He trained effortlessly, and spoke of values and blood pride (a subject he had stood against his own father on) The once calm man grew increasingly irritable and Kaly on more than one occasion was honestly frightened of him.

One day he snapped.

The legendary battle between Salazar Slytherin and Godric Gryfindor occurred and as Godric held his dying friend in his arms he seemed to return to himself. Slytherin's eyes cleared and he looked at his friend with love for the first time in years.

"I'm sorry I was not stronger, my friend. He was simply to strong for me."

"Salazar, I should have discovered his presence long ago. When there was still time to save you. You did not deserve this, you should see your children grow."

"They will be fine, their mother is strong. Take care of Kaly for me, tell her she means everything to me and I loved her always. Tell her that for me, Godric. And, tell my children I will watch over them from the my place in the stars."

"I will," Salazar Slytherin died himself. He died a good man, a loving man. And he took an evil man with him in death to save the world. But, he did leave a bit of himself behind. He kept a journal during his conscious moments and left a piece of himself in his children and the gifts he left for them.

1,000 years later...

The pages of the journal were so worn in places that it would be difficult for a normal person to read the words, but for some reason Rinoa could read with no problem despite the disrepair of the book.

November 14

I think he is finally taking over me. I've never said anything to anyone about what happened the night I killed my father, but if I die as I think I will, I would like someone to know. He's somehow taken over me. I don't understand it. I thought he was just haunting me or it was nightmares, a hallucination or something of the sort. I was wrong. He has taken over me and I have no more control. I hate this man, he's infected my children. He's even taken my wife. She is pregnant and it is not my child that she carries, it is his, and I hope with everything in me that the child does not follow his path...

That was where the journal ended. There was no more. He had never hated muggleborns, it was his father. Everything that has been told about her ancestor had been a lie. Rinoa closed the book quietly and looked over and the man lying in her bed. He was sick and she didn't know if he would ever be well again. He was dreaming again and she brought a cool cloth over to him as he came awake again.

A/N: well, this is all I am inspired to write at the moment so let me know how you like it. Believe it or not reviews do make me write faster.