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Chapter Two, Year One: Preparations for The Midnight Duel

Salazar was over joyous. He was on the House Quidditch team! Of course, it was true about what Salazar had said, he really didn't know what quidditch was; it wasn't invented yet in the Founders' time.

"So then, McGonagall asked me if that was my first time on a broomstick, and when I nodded, her eyes just sort of...bugged out," Salazar was telling Ron of what hadhappened during the visit to McGonagall's office.

"And afterwards, she told me that I could be on the House team if I kept up my grades," Salazar said, happily. Quidditch was never a sport that he wasable to try out. And he never would have, if Ron hadn't explained the sport to him. Even then, he was still reluctant to try it out. Ron's explanations weren't that organized, and because of that they were confusing. What really got him intrigued was when he had overheard a pair of Gryffindor seventh years talking about the sport in the Common Room.

"Seeker," Ron said. "But first years never..." Ron trailed off in favor of gaping at Harry. "You must be the youngest house player in about..."

"A century," Salazar supplied for Ron. He promptly stuffed a piece of pie into his mouth. Adrenaline rushes and possibilities of getting expelled tended to make him hungry. Seeing Ron's inquiring face as to how he knew that little tidbit of knowledge, Salazar replied, "Wood told me." Ron just sat and gaped some more. Whether it was as to how much Salazar was eating or about making the Quidditch team, he didn't know. Salazar decided to try to find a way to make Ron's mouth close; it wasn't very appetizing seeing half chewed food fall out of someone's mouth.

"I start training next week," Salazar said. "Only don't tell anyone, Wood wants to keep it a secret." 'And so do I,' Salazar thought. 'The last thing I need right now is for someone to try to kill me over a little thing like Quidditch.' Fred and George Weasley then entered the hall, spotted Harry, and proceeded to hurry toward Salazar and Ron.

"Well done," said George in a low voice. "Wood told us," he supplied quickly, seeing Salazar's uneasy glance"We're on the team too-Beaters."

"I tell you, we're going to win that Quidditch cup for sure this year," said Fred. "We haven't won since Charlie left, but this year's team is going to be brilliant/ you must be good, Harry, Wood was almost skipping when he told us." Salazar suddenly got the mental image of Wood in drag, skipping along a pink lane, singing "Here Comes the Muffin Man" whilst picking dandelions, and snorted in amusement.

"Anyway, we've got to go, Lee Jordan reckons he's found a new secret passage out of the school."

"Bet it's that one behind the statue of Gregory the Smarmy that we found in our first week. See you." Salazar tucked that information away until further reference. Like he had said before in his charming little soliloquy to the old drunkard in Knockturn, Hogwarts had changed since his time. It was good to know where all the secret passages are. Fred and George had hardly disappeared when someone far less welcome turned up: Malfoy, flanked by Crabbe and Goyle.

"Having a last meal, Potter? When are you getting that train back to the Muggles?" Salazar inwardly rolled his eyes at the insult. Normally, he would've said nothing in response, for retorting to such a pathetic insult is far beneath him, but being that he is Harry Potter, he just can't let a remark like that get past his without having to retort to it.

"You're a lot braver now that you're back on the ground and you've got your little friends with you," Salazar commented coolly. Now, it was true that Crabbe and Goyle weren't little, but what Salazar lacked in physical strength in this body, he more than made up with the fact that he was very fast, and that he remembered everything from his past life as Salazar Slytherin. He knew more dark curses than probably even Tommy knew. Of course, the fact that they were surrounded by Gryffindors, surrounded by wards, and lastly surrounded by teachers rendered the two parties unable to do anything to each other other than crack their knuckles, and scowl.

"I'd take you on anytime on my own," said Malfoy. "Tonight, if you want. Wizard's duel. Wands only-no contact. What's the matter? Never hear of a wizard's duel before I suppose," Salazar felt like slapping the arrogant bastard upside the head. Did Malfoy really consider him so incompetent that he didn't know how to duel? Oh, and he, Salazar, decided that he'd have to reassess the statement he made in his own mind about how they couldn't do anything other than scowl and crack their knuckles. They also, it seemed, could issue challenges to duel. And what was with this no contact rule? What's a wizard's duel with out a sword? Oh well, he'd test out his sword skills later.

"Of course he has," said Ron, wheeling around. "I'm his second, who's yours?" Malfoy looked at Crabbe, then Goyle, sizing them up. That didn't make much sense, considering he had just stated that there shall be no contact. If one breaks the code of conduct laid down before a duel, the rules are automatically considered null and the duel turns into a one on one massacre. Bloody fool.

"Crabbe," Draco finally decided. "Midnight all right? We'll meet you in the trophy room; that's always unlocked." When Malfoy had gone, Ron and Salazar had turned to look at each other.

"What's a wizard's duel?" asked Salazar. Salazar did in fact no what a wizard's duel was, it's just that he needed to play the Golden Boy, and he would have tno idea what a wizard's duel was. "And what do you mean, you're my second?"

"Well, a second's there to take over if you die," Ron stated casually, as if wizard's died every day from one of these, which was true, at least in Salazar's time. After seeing the look of disbelief on Salazar's face, he added quickly, "But people only die in proper duels, you know, with real wizards. The most you and Malfoy will be able to do is send sparks at each other. Neither of you knows enough magic to do any real damage. I bet he expected you to refuse anyway." 'Want to bet on the fact that not one of the participants knows enough magic to hurt each other?' Salazar thought a bit smugly. I know this spell that causes the body to fold inside out so that the organs are all on the outside.really pretty little spell for gathering potions ingredients. But Salazar decided to play along, like usual, so he said, "What if I wave my wand and nothing happens?"

"Throw it away and punch him in a nose," Ron suggested. 'Now, that suggestion makes ME want to punch YOU in the nose!' Salazar thought, even thought he knew that Ron as just trying to help.

"Excuse me." Ron and Salazar both looked up. It was Hermione Granger.

"Can't a person eat in peace in this place?" Ron asked, looking mournfully down at his now cold hot coco. Hermione ignored him, and instead turned to face Salazar, who fervently wished that the Mudblood in front of him would either drop dead, or walk away and leave the two of them alone to their dessert.

"I couldn't help overhearing what you and Malfoy were saying,"

"Bet you could," Ron muttered, which took the words right out of Salazar's...er...mind.

"-and you mustn't go wandering around the school at night, think of all the points you'll lose Gryffindor if you're caught, and you're bound to be. It's really selfish of you." Hermione concluded. 'It's really presumptuous and selfish of you too to think of nothing but yourself." Salazar thought.

"And it's really none of your business," said Salazar, getting rather annoyed.

"Good-bye," Ron said in a monotone voice.

A/N: Ok, I would've done the whole duel thing, if it weren't for the fact that it's 12:18 AM and I have an oral exam tomorrow. Sorry.