Easy Way Out

Warning: This chapter has some dark content in it. Father and son incest, and death.

All right, first of all I would like to apologize for taking so long with this chapter, but my reason is a good one. Everything is finally revealed in this chapter… so it had to be perfect. And now it is…so Enjoy!

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Taking a deep breath Salazar uncorked the top and downed it as quickly as possible. At first he felt nothing except the urge to vomit, then he began to feel an annoying tickling sensation on his scalp. He stood up uneasily to get a glass of water to wash the bad taste out of his mouth when once again he lost consciousness and fell to the floor.

"Damn it. Is he trying to set a world record or something?" Snape said as he caught the boy yet again.

And now on with the show…

Chapter 9

Memory Restored

Salazar watched horrified as he witnessed himself once again facing off with his father. "No… not again," he whispered unheard.

He looked on helpless to do anything as his other self pointed his wand at the Dark Lord, his father.

"Father, your reign of power has gone on long enough. Surrender now or face the consequences."

"Now son, you don't really believe that you have what it takes to kill me do you? Face it my boy, I am simply too powerful for you. Why don't you just give up now and join me. I'm sure that would be much more preferable than your death…hmmm? Join me and the two of us will lead the world into a new era, one without the muggle pestilence mucking up our world."

"I'll never join you," Salazar yelled angrily, "You're a sick, pathetic excuse of a wizard, and I am going to make sure that you never see the light of day again."

"Is that so?" the Dark Lord said sneeringly. "And how do you intend to do that? I know more curses than you ever will boy. The Dark Arts are much more powerful than your puny Light curses."

"Whoever said I only practice Light magic?" Salazar said with a satisfying smirk. He gave his father only enough time to raise his eyebrows in obvious surprise, before sending both Dark and Light curses at his father.

The two fought furiously as the battle raged on around them. Both began tiring quickly, until Salazar's exhaustion finally caught up with him, and he didn't put up a blocking shield quick enough to stop his father's Crucio curse from hitting him. Salazar dropped to his knees in pain, but he refused to scream. He did however grit his teeth angrily as he suddenly felt ropes pull tight around him.

"Well, well, well. Look at what we have here. I told you that you were no match for me, and now look at where you are. My how the weak do fall fast." The Dark Lord chuckled darkly at Salazar's angry protest at being called weak. "Now, now son. You know how I feel about liars."

Suddenly he picked up Salazar by his hair and brought him to eye level. "What a shame to have to kill my own son," and with that he suddenly brought out his dagger from its sheath and put it up to his son's neck, before stopping to admire how beautiful his son looked when he was shaking with fear. He suddenly smiled a most vicious smile.

"Dad…please no," Salazar said pleadingly through shivering lips. He closed his eyes as he felt his father's lips touch forcefully against his own, and he let out an unintentional whimper. Spurred on by the whimper the Dark Lord kissed his son more deeply, and more roughly. Salazar tried to push him away, but only succeeded in getting his bottom lip tugged on so hard by his father's teeth that it bled. He gritted his teeth as his father began fondling him.

Finally the Dark Lord pulled back to admire his son one last time before he killed him. Dark, mussed hair from the rough handling. Inflamed, red lips dripping of blood. Pale, skin with just a touch of rosy-red flushness. And last but not least, scrunched up eyes with crystalline tears trailing out from the corners. His son truly was a beautiful sight. It was a pity he didn't have time to play with him further. He was after all a remarkably good fuck. He recalled when he first took his son's virginity. He had loved the way his nine year old son had cried. And he had often taken time to admire his son's pale form, covered in bruises and bite marks, with those beautiful eyes scrunched up tight, as they were now, with tears running down his face. Night after night he had forced him into bed with him, until three years ago when Salazar ran away from home and joined up with the enemy resistance. Finally, with a smile on his face, the Dark Lord pressed the dagger slowly into his son's neck, loving the way beads of blood just started flowing from the wound.

"Stop!" a voice yelled angrily behind them. Godric Gryffindor, Salazar's one true friend, stood pointing his wand at the Dark Lord. Rejuvenated by his friend's arrival and bravery, Salazar found the strength to push his father away while he was distracted, as well as grab the dagger and turn the tables around. Stunned by his own bravery, Salazar allowed himself no time to think and simply shoved the dagger in his father's direction hoping to get lucky enough to hit him. It was a direct hit.

Salazar, still bound in ropes, suddenly found himself rolling forward on top of his father's falling body. They both landed with a thump, and Salazar's eyes widened, horrified, as he felt his father's blood sinking quickly into his clothes. He struggled to roll off of his father's dying body, but found himself held tightly by his father's hands. With whatever strength he had left, the Dark Lord tilted his head forward to whisper something into his son's ear, before falling limply back to the ground as all life finally left him.

Godric immediately went to the aid of his friend, and helped drag him away from the Dark Lord's body. He wrapped his younger friend in a hug and held him while working to get the ropes off from his body. He then did nothing but hold him and comfort him for hours, hoping that his presence would somehow stop the shivers wracking Salazar's very frightened form.

Should I end there?…

Nah!

Salazar cried out as the world spun and changed and he saw that he had entered another scene from his past. From the looks of it, it appeared to be a week or so after the fight…

Godric, Rowana, and Helga, watched a very subdued Salazar pick at his food while staring off into space. They looked each other briefly, before coming to the silent agreement that Helga, with her sweet nature, would be the perfect person to talk to him.

"Um, Salazar, are you going to eat any of that?" Helga asked gently from across the table.

Salazar looked up startled than looked back down at his plate and shrugged. "I'm not all that hungry right now Helga," he responded quietly.

"Well, I don't mean to pry, but I haven't been seeing you eat much lately, and to be honest, I am concerned for your health. Maybe you should try to eat a little more, even if you aren't very hungry," Helga suggested hopefully.

Helga, Rowana, and Godric, let out a collectively held breath as they watched Salazar stare at her briefly before shrugging and taking a bite of food.

Then Salazar once again found himself in a past memory, only this time it was not one he recognized. He stared in something akin to awe as he saw himself sitting in a chair, down in his own private chambers beneath the school that he and his friends built. He had a trail of tears down his face, and his shoulders shook every few seconds. No-this was definitely not something he remembered.

The intruding Salazar suddenly caught sight of an unidentified potion vial being clutched tightly in the memory Salazar's hand.

He wondered briefly what it was, before he suddenly got a heart wrenching feeling that he was about to find out. He held his breath as he watched himself bring it up to his mouth, whisper "Sorry Godric" and then swallow the whole potion. With a scream he raced across the room to try and stop it, but only succeeded in falling right through himself and down to the floor.

"Noooooo," Salazar yelled as he watched his other self fall next to him on the floor. He was helpless to do anything other than watch as he slowly died right in front of him. As the last breath was taken Salazar collapsed on his knees and wept.

Five minutes went by and all Salazar could do was stare at his dead body with tears in his eyes. Quite suddenly he was overcome with rage at Snape for giving him the stupid potion that brought him back to this moment. He pounded his fists hard on the rock floor in frustration and anger, before he realized that Snape wasn't at fault for this…he was. His eyes stung as renewed tears formed, this time out of anger at himself.

Being distracted, he at first didn't see what was happening to the body in front of him. But then he looked up and saw a disturbing green glow coming off from him. He watched in horror as his body started to twitch and come to life. Suddenly the body sat up and with red eyes looked directly at him and smiled a malicious smile. And suddenly it all clicked, and Salazar's memory became as good as new, as he watched his dead father come back from hell to possess his own son's body-as Salazar's spirit got kicked away to be replaced by his father.

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