Disclaimer: I am not J K and I do not intend on making money through this fan fiction. It is just that. I am the crazy fan and this is the fiction I wrote.

Warning: I DO NOT think that this will contain spoilers for the books but I'm not positive.

Chapter One Who I Really Am

Slowly she walked through the large gardens that were part of her own castle. In just a few more days she would leave for Hogwarts. . . And that thought almost terrified her. Almost a month ago she would have been delighted but now it seemed so far off and unreal. The past month had brought her more pain than anyone should go through in their lifetime. She grabbed for her locket around her neck and gently cradled the words that had been given with it.
Fate can't keep love apart. . . . .
But my dearest it can, she thought as she descended down the majestic marble stairs that were lain as a path between the magnificent flowers and glorious fountains. It had been long ago that she had received the locket but only now did she truly understand that fate controlled everything. There had been murder, theft, and even a hostage was taken but the wrong man was blamed for it all. . . .Now there was no way her lover could turn back. If only there was another way, she thought desperately to herself. She knew there wasn't anything else she could do though. He was dying and so was she. Hogwarts would haunt her and life would never be the same as it was before the accident. Just like her lover she couldn't turn back.
The water falling from the fountains should have been soothing but it wasn't. It only reminded her of a time when she was happy. . .a time so long ago. She had been able to leave her castle without question and no one had suspected the true reason for her leave. She hated it but she knew that she wouldn't return. She saw her enter the clearing and for a second their eyes locked. The woman wasn't that spectacular. Her black hair was lined with sweat and her face suggested long hours of traveling.
She just watched as the woman pointed her wand at her and muttered a curse that had been outlawed for ages. Instantly she fell to the ground dead. Before anyone in the castle had a chance to catch her killer the black haired woman disappeared.
And so the legacy began. . .

15 years ago. . . . .

"You're an insufferable little brat!" Ralin yelled at the top of her lungs as she cast an evil look at Salazar. He just smirked his usual smirk as he shrugged his shoulders. It was impossible to make him mad and she hated that about him. . .especially since he could make her angry so easily. "At least say something!"
"Ralin . . . ." Salazar said as he shook his head. "You're not right and I am. Please just admit it for once."
"I hate you," Ralin said. You could hear the special venom she put into the word hate.
"Then get back to work," Salazar said as he dismissed her with a wave of his hand. He didn't have to see her face to know that she rolled her eyes as she left the room. He'd always had an uncanny gift of being able to make people mad while he stayed perfectly calm. He also was an excellent thief, a great spy, and could make any woman fall in love with him. And to think that he was only 18 amazed himself greatly.
Salazar's family had always been one of great wealth. His parents owned one of the largest castle's in the land. There were only two other castles in the land that even compared in size to his. One was roughly the same size as his and belonged to a family know as the Gryffindors. Just their name made Salazar sick. Many times he could remember traveling to their castle for one of their glorious balls. He had meet the Gryffindor's son Godric. Instantly they had become great rivals. They competed for any girl's attention and loved to challenge him in sword duels and debates. Each of them challenged the other to be great and neither one truly hated the other although they pretended to.
As for the other castle it belonged to a family known as the Ravenclaws. In fact in less than a week a ball was to be held there and unfortunately he was forced to go. He looked out the window at the morning sun. In only a few hours he would leave for the kingdom controlled by Ray Ravenclaw himself. He hated the statues there, all bearing the same eagle hidden amongst them all.
"You're Ravenclaw. . ." Salazar thought out loud bitterly. "Why don't you have a raven for your family crest? It makes more sense."
"Not really," Ralin said. Salazar jumped at her presence. He had not heard her reenter. "Eagles are smart creatures, they are independent from other eagles, and they stand tall against the sky. Isn't that exactly like the Ravenclaws? From what I heard there is no difference."
Salazar just stared at her for a few seconds. "This time you might be right." He paced back and forth in his glorious room. Shades of green were thrown together in magnificent patterns. Hanging powerfully above his bed was the Slytherin crest. On it a large anaconda snaked its way through two swords that overlapped at the blade. Secretly Salazar hated the crest but he knew that tradition forbid him to change it when he took the throne.
"Your father ordered me to call you," Ralin said. "He said it is time to leave."
"Thank you Ralin. Tell father I'll be there shortly."
Ralin bowed politely as she left the room. Once outside she leaned tiredly against the door she had just closed. It had been almost seven years now that the Slytherins had taken her in. She had been able to remember little about her past and the few spells Salazar had attempted failed horribly. Every night she had dreams that reminded her of a past that she just couldn't quite grasp onto. Even though she was no more than a maid Salazar and her had become friends. He had taught her how to use her magical powers and how to concentrate that energy into a spell. They were all each other had and in this world of power and war it was a lot.
Ralin grasped onto her necklace that had been given to her at birth. It was nothing spectacular, just the letter R in a strong silver. It was the only clue she had to her past put it wouldn't open any door that she had came to so far.
Without warning the door opened and she fell backwards.
"I'm so sorry Master Salazar. I shouldn't have been taking a break," Ralin said in quick sentences that slurred together.
"It's alright," Salazar said calmly as he helped Ralin to her feet. "We better hurry though. Father's waiting."

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