A/N: This Salazar is the same from my other fics History – Retold and One True Heir of Slytherin – but you do not need to read. This is independent of both fics! Yes I'm obessed with my Salazar Slytherin!

Disclaimer: The founders and the world belongs to JK Rowling, the Salazar in this fic is an interpretation of the real life man. No finicial gain is made from this story (DAMN!) only pleasure of creating and burrowing.

Prologue

'Everybody has the right to feel safe. To feel loved and know the security of family ties...'

My quill falters on the parchment, leaving a large black stain across a new delicate page. I ignore the mess and lift my quill wondering how to order my messy thoughts and write them fluently onto parchment.

Two large black ink droplets fall onto the parchment, like two over sized tears, forming spiked flowers on the page.

A small smile creases the lines on my aged face as I scrunch up the expensive parchment and throw it into the fireplace over my shoulder. I begin to write, again:

'Here lies the true account of Salazar Slytherin...'

I pause again, my weary eyes bore into my name as if I could fathom the complexity of what I wanted to write. The tip of my quill touches the page once more lightly and words flow from my mind.

'My life has been far from boring. There was love and hate, murder, loss, curses and healing... but most all now as an aging man I am left with hope'

A strange list indeed, but, I have learned that life has a way of twisting and coiling around you like a serpent and before you know it your circumstances change.

Standing as gently as my weary bones would allow me, I stretch and wiggle my swollen fingers. I had been writing all morning and yet I had nothing to show for it only a smoking pile of ruined parchment in my fireplace.

In the corner of the room, a small snowy owl huddles on a perch. If it is at all possible, he narrows his eyes at me and huffs. "No letters today, Archimedes." Archimedes ruffles his feathers in reply and closes and his blinks his eyes as if to say Just–as-well-I–am–not–moving–from– my–perch–under–any–circumstances. He glances at me with tired yellow eyes and hoots pathetically.

I feel a warm burning sensation in the pocket of my robes. Grinning foolishly I realize it is just the little gold coin I carry everywhere. I pull it out of my robes and hold it up to the light...

A familiar sense pulls me to see a small dark haired boy, eying his bullies in trepidation. He bites his lip so hard it bleeds and steps away.

"I don't want to play, Dudley," he whispers looking left and right for an escape as three much larger boys converge towards him. I feel a stirring of pity. I had seen similar scenes to this one before.

There's a resounding punch and the little dark haired boy is knocked to the ground. His seeing implements snapped in half. To his credit, the little boy does not cry.

"FREAK!" one of the boys snarls.

"Yeah freeeek!" another joins in the taunting.

I close my eyes as one of the boys start to kick.


"That's it," I cry throwing my hands up in glee. Archimedes glares at me in irritation at my impetuous interruption of his sleep. "The perfect starting point...childhood!"

I grab up my quill and I start to scribble viciously onto yet another spare piece of parchment, while Archimedes watches me from his perch as if I am a madman. Perhaps I am.

...Perhaps I am...


A/N: I know this one is short but it is only a prologue and does not fit with the styling of the chapters.


For those who don't know what the middle part with Dudley was about, this Slytherin is the same Slytherin from my other fictions and is more in depth exploration.


The dark haired boy of course was Harry... Harry was Slytherin's apprentice in two of my fics. Both Harry was able to share Slytherin's memories in the future in One True heir... So why couldn't Slytherin see them?


Happy Reading!

Illeanah