A/N: just like with the rest of my fictions, I am going to put up all that I have of this story, so thank you again the two of you that have reviewed so far, I really appreciate it.

Salazar sat there for a moment, quite taken by surprise at Helga's sudden departure.

"Wot will it be, then?" Rowena asked him, "My decision is your decision."

Salazar looked down and sighed. Godric really was a good friend and in any other situation he would have helped him; but they had made a contract, not just any old contract; one bound by magic; and he personally didn't want his family cursed for generations to come.

"I don't know," he said, staring at Helga's table.

"Well then, I best be off. Would you mind apparating me home as I don't have my apparition license?" she asked.

Salazar had apparated her to Helga's house, but he didn't feel like assisting her any where else.

"I'm going to go help Godric," he finally made up his mind.

"Oh jolly good," Rowena said, grabbing his arm.

He sighed, "Can't you take your carpet for once?" Salazar asked her, "You know, I think it's quite amusing that you are one of the two greatest witches in the world and you can't even apparate yourself anywhere," he said, grinning. He loved to tease her about this particular subject.

She glared at him, "I believe we have somewhere to be," she said.

His grin broadened as he concentrated on Godric's office.

One second later Rowena and Salazar were standing next to Helga who was watching Godric sleep with a mischievous grin on her face. But when Salazar had apparated into his office he gave a particularly loud snore, jumped and sat up straight, turning around to look at them.

"Oh, yes, forgotten all about it," he muttered, standing up and shaking Salazar's hand.

"So what all have you gotten done?" Helga asked, walking over to his desk and peering at several pieces of empty parchments.

Salazar knew from the expression on her face that he had done nothing.

"Well," she said, looking quite disgruntled, "Have you any ideas in the least?"

An expression of deep thought crossed his face for a moment, "Maybe we could place the school in a castle that only witches and wizards see as a castle while Muggles see it as a broken down and destroyed cottage or something…" he said.

"Not a bad idea, Godric," she said, pacing the length of his quarters.

Salazar stood there, watching her knowing he wouldn't have any part in this. She always took control of situations and rarely ever needed help.

"Would you like any help, Helga?" he boredly asked, making an obvious yawn.

"No no," she absent mindedly said, curling her average length, curly hair around her finger as she always did when she was thinking hard.

"Well then, I'll be off," he said, getting ready to apparate.

"Wait, Salazar please help me," Godric begged him, his eyes growing wide.

"Obviously Helga has some ideas and she doesn't want any help so I have no business being here," he said.

Godric didn't say anything, but an expression of panic stayed on his face.

Salazar rolled his eyes, "What am I going to do here, Godric?" he asked, "All I'll be able to do is sit here and watch you and Helga brainstorm."

"You must have some…some idea, Salazar, you're brilliant with building structures," he said.

Salazar sighed.

"Alright," he said, seeing his one and only chance to take control of a situation, "I think your idea about the castle is brilliant. We'll need some Muggle-repelling charms and something to make a large castle look…unattractive."

Godric was nodding and looking expectant, "But what about the inside? How big and how many rooms? How many floors? I haven't a clue, Salazar; I've never built a school for so many people before."

Salazar thought a moment. He had been planning to add a little something of his own to the school once it was built; but he hadn't wanted any of the other three knowing about it. Something that would let people remember him for who he was and what he was.

"I suggest it should be rather large. A small amount of children may at first come to the school; but think of it; in a thousand years the hall ways may be packed and they might have to remodel or find a completely new building…"

"Who says we have to find a building for it? Why can't we build it?" Helga asked.

The building Salazar had in mind couldn't be built in two thousand years because it was so enormous.

He raised his eyebrow and looked at her, "I assume that not just the four of us would be building it because what I have in mind would need over a million workers to get it finished in time."

"Not just your ideas and opinions matter, Salazar," Helga said, looking over Godric's shoulder as if the building plans might've just appeared there while she wasn't looking, "You must consent the rest of us."

He gaped at her, "That's not what the contract said…"

"But we've broken the contract, what does it matter if we've broken it more?" she asked.

"I personally don't want my whole entire family for generations and thousands of years to come to be dark and deadly wizards."

"That bond is a load of rubbish," Helga said, grabbing a piece of parchment from Godric's desk.

"I've seen them work before," Salazar said, his patients running low. He had gotten along with Helga least of the three.

"And you think that as good of a wizard as you are that your descendent, five hundred to a thousand years from now will be the darkest, most feared and most powerful wizard known to the wizarding world? I think not."

But Salazar had an unsettled feeling in the pit of his stomach.