Title: Dirty Dancing with Salazar Slytherin!

Author: Sira Selen Black

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, Salazar Slytherin, or Lily Evans; J.K. Rowling does, so don't sue me!

Summery: Lily disappears, due to a reflected charm. Two months later, she reappears, older. Where was she? Why does she have a marriage ring that clearly states that she is married to a pureblood of higher status then the Malfoys?

Beta: Blackest Grim

Pairing: Salazar/Lily, Godric, Rowena, Helga?

Key:

"I love Sal!" –Talking

'I love Sal!' –Thoughts

"I love Sal!" – Parseltounge

I love Sal! – Emphasis

I love Sal! – written

Authors note: Hey! I'm back! I now have a few more chapters waiting to be posted, sooo…if you want them soon, review! Okay, another hint: Godric shall be with a pureblood. Rowena shall be with a Gryffindor. And Helga…in my story, this person shall be a Ravenclaw. Well, that's all I'm saying! So, tell me who you think is going to be with whom! grins evilly you'll never guess…cackles

Last time:

He never got to finish his sentence, as Salazar, now with two fully healed ribs, lightly shoved him aside, and introduced himself, and naturally, smirked. "I am Salazar Slytherin, at your service."

This, of course, was finished with a half-bow. Rowena just rolled her eyes at the two, sighed, and said, shaking her head, "Don't pay attention to those two. They are like brothers really," This reworded her with glares from the two males, "I'm Rowena Ravenclaw, by the way."

The snake slithered to Salazar, and draped itself upon his shoulders. "Salazar! We are so never going to time travel again! Even if the entire Wizarding world depends on it!" It spat furiously.

"Of course, Valiska, whatever you say."

Chapter 4: Parseltoungue

Dumbledore smiled brightly, and announced, for the entire hall to hear "Now, that our guests have arrived, we shall begin the ball in ten minutes time," he paused, and turned his twinkling blue eyes to the Founders "You do have your dress robes, correct?"

This time, it was Helga who answered, "Of course, you did say in our letter to arrange the ball right after our arrival." She turned to Godric, "You do have them with you don't you?"

Godric answered sheepishly "Well, they kinda-" He never got to finish his sentence however, as the black-haired Slytherin interrupted. Again.

"What the buffoon means to say is that miraculously, the trunk that was locked and secured with a sticking charm in his pocket somehow managed to disappear although his hat managed to stay attached without any help." If someone didn't hear the sarcasm, they seriously needed to get their ears checked.

The Gryffindor glared. "Do you plan on letting me finish a sentence to-" He began.

"Of course not!" Salazar paused, and remarked offhandedly. "You need to work on your glaring. I've seen frogs whose glaring was more impressive. If you're lucky, you might be able to get a fly to shiver in fear."

Insert more glaring. "What? Now your glaring is as good as a mouse's! Congratulations! One day you might be able to be as good as a rabbit!"

The Gryffindor lunged, but stepped back as Valiska hissed. The cobra bared her fangs and flared her hood. She suddenly lunged forward, biting Godric's black hat, fully intending to rip it of his head and thro it across the Great Hall.

She stopped however, at her masters cry of outrage "Valiska, you don't know where that's been!"

"Salazar! What's the password?" interrupted Rowena from the right hand wall, next to the Slytherin table.

Salazar stepped a few steps back, staying out of arm-reach of the Gryffindor, and replied, keeping Godric in seeing range. "It's 'Idiotic Griffin' in Parseltoungue. You can guess yourself what picture you'll need to conjure." For people who had learned Parseltoungue, they needed to mentally conjure a picture whilst speaking.

Rowena nodded, and lightly tapped the wall. A small snake carving appeared, and she hissed, her speech slightly stuttering compared to Salazar's flowing Parseltoungue "Idiotic Griffin." Concentrating on Godric's griffin, Ceres, who he had left in the past, the snake lazily blinked, and a small, oval 4'0 foot tall opening appeared next to it.

Rowena grinned amazed. "Well, guess my Parseltoungue is improving…" She commented lightly.

"Yes, but you still need more practice. Most serpents will find it annoying if you continuously stutter." Salazar said, as he walked towards the two females, Godric trailing behind him, furiously glaring holes into the brunet's back.

Salazar was caught entirely unaware as color-changing hex lightly connected with his head. Salazar lightly plucked a chunk of hair out of his face. "Although I don't mind the green, would you kindly remove the pink?" He glared at his offender.

The two females immediately walked foreword, hooked there arms around Salazar's, and walked to the entrance, ignoring the rather vocal protests of the Slytherin for being treated this way, and for not being able to curse the brunette behind him.

Instead, Salazar settled on glairing, making Godric wince. With this, the Founders left the Great Hall.

AN: It's short; I know…but please review? –looks around hopefully- Oh, and on Tonnacal's request, The name of my future novel is 'Amulet of Magic: Lost Inheritance.'

And yes, I do have the next few chapies written. But my beta doesn't know yet…-looks around nervously-