"Oh, Harry!"
"You are one of my descendants whether you like it or not. Your mother is one of my own. You are related to Voldemort in more than your bond. You are both blood relatives. My blood ruins through both of you. Godric and Harrison's blood run through your veins, but you still have part of my own."
Harry did not respond.
"My name is Salazar Slytherin. And Lord Azkaban wishes for you to know what you must."
"Who is Lord Azkaban?"
"I cannot say. You must find my bow and arrow. It is in the Head Girl's dorm. Your mother found it when she attended the school, and hid it there. You must find a way to get up there. Ask Oliver."
Salazar was quite nice. All the tall tales were wrong. He was tall and blonde. Not platinum like the Malfoy family, but golden. HE had piercing green eyes. The same ones Harry saw in the mirror each day. HE had creamy white skin, but was muscular and scared.
"Harry, find my journal. It is hidden in a mirror that shows you want you it to. My journal is important. It is of the utmost imperative that it is located. Dumbledore is in possession of the mirror. And who knows how long it is until he finds it. Take this."
It was a silver long sword.
"Use this wisely."
And then all faded to black. Harry awoke outside the center door on a chair.