He takes the child in his arms, and examines him. "He has his father dark brown hair and his mother blue eyes". The child cried and cried until he could no more and fell asleep. He presses him against his chest, "Forgive me child, I could not save your mother"
In the past he would not have considered talking to himself. But that changed. Maybe it al changed on the night that he died…..
A FATHERS LOVE
London, beneath a full moon...
The Forrest, a house of refuge in a place gone wrong around it...
Not tonight but a night long ago...
" There was so much that I wanted to show you"... he whispers in parseltongue to the little body that he has pressed firmly against his chest "my child".... It was as if he wanted, with the strength of his unbending will, breathe life back into her.
Long before he formed a bond of friendship with Godric Gryffindor, even before he founded hogwarts with Helga Hugglepuf, Rowena Ravenclaw and Godric gryffindor. He was a Wizard unlike many that went before him, proud, brilliant, strong and a victim. A victim of the hatred that also killed his father and many wizards before him.
"I give you back to the earth" he whispers with his voice broken " At the same time I buried my heart and mine future". "How can I ever live in a world were even the innocent children are not safe" . In that awful moment of despair, he decided to spare the world his hate. His daughter was dead…….he did not have a reason to live on….
But... the muggles gave him one…
The Muggles have been tracking his tracks since last morning, since they found the bodies of they're tribe mates twenty kilometers eastward. They're tribe mates camp, that through a howl of a man who once was a father, were changed in a massacre.
They were certain that they could master him..
Certain that they could kill him……defeat him…..bring justice upon him with they're right.
Muggle right...
They were fools.
"How dare you" while he grittens his teeth, tears falling still.
"with the authority that has been given to us by our god" said the muggle leader proud, not knowing that theyre demon had been waiting for them to come.
"Do not speak to me of authority" he screamed in rage. "I have been a witness of the cruelty and crimes of muggles since the day I was born". "But I am reborn in a body that is all powerful, and I warn you and your people". "You will never recieve mercy from me"
"NEVER…." He screamed in Parseltongue
The first time he used his power to kill an animal, he was as shaken up as his victim. This time it was different. A primal scream full of pain and aggression against the muggles who killed his daughter. The first time could've been forgiven. This time it is an entirely different matter.
It was an act of a man who did not tolerate any more attacks on his personal dignity….on what he had once and lost. A man who found the strength to reach deep inside himself…. And use what he found inside him to destroy his enemies.
"As a child I saw how my people suffered because of muggles" he screamed. His voice was almost lost in the wailing thunder and rain that was falling. "And I will never watch how others of mine kin, who were labeled as enemies and demons by yours, suffer as I have suffered tonight.
In that moment ……the moment he reached for his wand to kill the humans. The world lost one of his most precious resources. They lost the heart and soul of Salazar the Great... and Slythering the Snake took his place.
He takes his daughter in his arms, softly weeping "My child".
In the silence that followed after……there was not much left of what happened …only the blood of the strangers that was floating away with the rain…. The remains of a little girl……………….and the shadow of an man dissapearring in the forrest.
He is gone in more ways than one...