A/N: I don't own Harry Potter

This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Assignment #8 – Extinct Languages - Task #3. Middle English - This is the foundation of modern English as we know it, and you can still read Chaucer, Wycliffe's Bible and "A Gest of Robyn Hode," which is one of the earliest tales of Robin Hood in it. - Task: Write about a foundation of something.

Writing Club November

Disney Challenge: Characters 7 - Nicholas Deveraux - Write about someone charming

Amber's Attic: 25 - (ship) Helga Hufflepuff/Salazar Slytherin

Liza's Loves: 12 - Roald Dahl - Write about someone trying to make a connection with another person. Alt: Write about a gathering of witches

Lyric Alley: 11 - When I got you right where I want you

Word Count: 662

All she saw when she opened her eyes was blue, the deep strange blue of the ocean with its multihued waves. A constantly shifting color no one could every properly describe.

"I'm here!" she yelled trying to make her voice heard over the crashing surf. She could see a rock, a cliff, in the distance. She could feel the grains of sand rubbing against her bare feet. Where had her sandals gone? She was certain she'd been wearing a pair, she could remember the leather straps cutting into her calves.

"Is there anyone here?" she called slowly spinning in a circle, trying to assess where exactly she was. The last thing she remembered was laying down to sleep, that must be why her feet were now unshod. She glanced down at her attire. Yes, she was wearing the dressing gown she'd laid to sleep in.

"Hello?" she called taking a few steps. The sand squished beneath her feet. She wondered how she could have ended up at a beach when she'd gone to sleep on a pile of hay in a barn.

"There you are, my love!" A tall man had appeared from nowhere. She couldn't help but stare at his dark hair, his green robes, the way his eyes never seemed to settle on a color. They were as shifting as the sea, only green versus blue.

"Do I know you?"

"I am your soulmate, Helga."

"How do you know my name? I don't even know who you are!"

"I forgot, you've not met me in this plane yet. My name is Salazar Slytherin and I am your soulmate," he answered with a slight bow. Helga wrinkled her nose.

"I don't understand, sir. How is it you know me?"

"Soulmates meet in a shared dream space, for many years I have wandered this beach, searching for you, my love. There are clues to your identity; your name carved upon a rock, your voice echoing through the air. Tonight, we meet for the first time in this shared space. Soon, we shall meet in the waking world."

"Why me? What's so special about me?"

"Everything, my love. Your smile, your kindness, the way you see the good in hearts of everyone, even those of lesserness."

"No one is lesser than anyone else. We are all the same, all equal, and once the world comes to realize it, then we shall live in harmony and peace."

"And you're passionate about your cause. We could make it our cause!"

"Somehow, Salazar, if we meet in the woken world, I do not believe we would get along. I sense a darkness in you, something that I'm not sure I, or anyone, could ever hope to lighten."

"Please, my love. I have waited for so long to find you, and I have found you here at last. Please, one chance, just one in the waking world. I shall prove to you without a shadow of a doubt we belong together. You are the light to my dark, the hope to my despair, the everything to my void!" Salazar pleaded. Helga blinked. She could feel the passion in him, feel the sense of belonging, of balance the pair of them would share together.

"Yes, I will meet you in the waking world. Where?"

"Scotland, there is a moor so green where the fair folk themselves are said to frolic, have you heard of such a place?"

"I have, a fortnight from tonight then?"

"Yes, my love, until then, we shall dance in the ocean in our dreams. Hark, the rooster crows and I shalt awaken. Good morrow, my love, and I shall, in a fortnight, be holding your hand in mine." The beach faded slightly until the dream was gone entirely. Helga blinked her eyes open and stared at the beams of the barn.

"Salazar," she whispered, the name sending a tingle down her spine. She wondered if that was a good omen, or a bad one.