Split

I do not own Harry Potter. This story is purely written for fun, not for any profit.

Chapter 2

London, England, 2019

Seventy three years old Professor Sean Stevens was lying on the hospital bed. His body was experiencing rapid multi-organ failure. Doctors were losing hope. They even set a deadline of twenty hours. He could hear the faint beeping of the ECG machine attached with his chest.

He was thinking about his whole life. Born in 1946, lost his parents at the day he got his masters degree in electronics engineering. He worked for sometime in corporate sectors then finally joined as a lecturer in a college. He loved teaching very much. Young bright students were always liked by him. But he did not have a good family life. His wife cheated on him in the sixth month of their marriage. He was so hurt that he did not marry again. He thought that his life will be complete with his students and friends and acquaintances. But now in his deathbed, he understood that he in all his life was a very lonely person. Now he is dying alone also.

"I have good friends, good money, and all the luxury in my life. But I did not have a companion, a lover. That will be the one unsolved wish in my life."

He closed his eyes, hearing the beeping for a last time. Then everything became silent.

Sean opened her eyes and saw himself in a white room. But he was not alone. An old man was standing there. The man was bald, clad in an emerald cloak. Sean looked at his eyes. Then suddenly the old man's body became a pile of dust. Sean screamed in horror, only to find his body taking the same form of dust.

Salazar Slytherin opened his eyes and found himself on the floor of a strange room. His full body was aching with pain. With great effort, he opened his eyes.

"Where am I?" He thought to himself.

The room was not his room in France. It was...suddenly his mind shook violently.

Then he felt something in his mind. It was...a very different sensation.

Then suddenly someone screamed in his mind, "WHAT THE BLOODY HELL IS HAPPENING HERE?"

Salazar felt that his mind was getting shattered into pieces.

"What the hell is happening?" He said. But at the moment he heard his voice, he was shocked to his core.

The voice was not sounded like him. He had a deep and gruff voice, and now it was changed. The pitch is lighter than his voice.

Then again he felt that sensation in his mind.

"What is happening?" Someone spoke inside his head.

Now Slytherin was afraid.

"Who is this?" He said. His voice startled him again.

"Who the hell are you? What is happening with me?" The voice in his mind echoed again.

Salazar knew that he was not dreaming. Something was very much wrong with him.

"My name is Salazar...Salazar Slytherin."

The voice in his mind was silent for a bit. Then it replied,

"My name is Sean Stevens. So, Mr. Slytherin, can you please explain to me why you are in my body?"

Salazar was gobsmacked.

"What do you mean?"

The voice inside his mind laughed, "Go to the bathroom. Look at the mirror."

Salazar literally ran inside the small bathroom attached to the room. He stood in front of the mirror.

In the mirror, there was the face of a young lad. The lad had bright blue eyes and jet black hair.

"Deus malum sit! What is it? How is this happening with me?" Salazar screamed.

"You are sharing my concern, Salazar. But one other thing was crossing my mind." The voice in his mind said. But the tone was almost melancholy.

"What other thing?" Salazar asked.

"Well, I was in a hospital..."

"What is a hospital?" Salazar asked. The word was entirely new to him.

"Are you serious? You don't know what is it?" Sean's voice was amused.

"A hospital is a place where you go to treat your diseases. But I was there because I was old and literally it was the last few days of my life. Then I died. My heart ceased beating. But after sometime, I saw myself in a strange white room with another man. That another man was old. He was bald headed and with white beard, wearing a green clock. Then suddenly his body and also my body were become like dust."

Salazar was really astonished now. He somehow found his voice.

"The other person you saw was me. That was how I looked like. But what is this place? Where are we?"

"This room used to be my apartment in London while I was an engineering student."

London! Yesterday, he was in France, and now, in London. His legs were feeling weak. So he sat on the only chair in the room, trying his best to clear his mind. Suddenly he felt his head turning without him doing it.

He again heard Sean's voice inside his mind.

"Both of us can control this body. Well, this is good. Now we just have to figure out what to do next."

Salazar was getting irritated by the calmness of Sean's voice.

"How can you be so calm with all of these?" He screamed.

Sean was silent for a moment. Then he said in a sad voice,

"I guess, it was all related with my previous life or I don't know how to say it, because it is obvious that somehow I travelled into my past with you occupying my body. My death also may be a reason in it. I have experienced a full life once, if I have to experience it once again, it is totally fine with me."

"You are not dead and neither is I.", Salazar said. His mind and brain were calming down.

"Look Sean, I am sorry for my behaviour. I was angry, helpless and my mind was really messed up. Yesterday, I found out that every single thing that I care for is shattered. It all happened because one bad decision of me. I felt that leaving Hogwarts will solve every single problem, but..."

"Hogwarts?", Sean asked," What is it?"

Salazar smiled.

"Let's settle down. I am going to tell you a story."

A/N: Sorry for the delay, guys. But I was too much busy with studies.

I will try to update soon. Please read and review.