Split
I do not own Harry Potter. This story is purely written for fun, not for any profit.
Italics lines are thoughts of Sean.
Chapter 3
London, England, 1973
A few moments ago, Salazar Slytherin found that he doesn't need to speak for communication with Sean. The other person in his head could hear is every single thought. When he found that out, he immediately tried to pull up his occlumency shields, but then felt a piercing pain in his head.
"Ohh...my head." He closed his eyes. Then he heard a voice inside his head.
"It seems that you need some help. Here, let me help you."
Salazar felt the body (well, now his body!), stood up without him doing so. His body walked to the only table inside the room. His hand opened a drawer and pulled out a small glass bottle. His hands then opened the bottle and took a small white circular thing from it. Then, his hand put that thing in his mouth. For a second, Salazar felt a slight bitter taste on his tongue, which reminded him about his potion making skills.
"What was that?"
"It is a medicine for headache. "
Salazar closed his eyes. This muggle 'medicine' or whatever was actually good. The throbbing pain in his head was now decreasing. He heaved a sigh, trying to organise his thoughts in his mind. Suddenly he remembered about the presence in his head.
"Don't worry; I am not peeping in your thoughts. They are locked inside a hut in front of me. I have no intention to break into it."
He heard a light smile inside his head. A small smile formed into his lips too.
They could become friends, could they?
"Well, I like to become friends."
Salazar nodded. He felt in his gut that Sean Stevens could be trusted.
"I am going to share my stories with you. ", He thought into his mind," If you want to judge me, then you are welcome."
Then he lowered his mental shields.
Half an hour had been passed. If some outsider saw them now, he or she will saw Sean Stevens sitting on his chair with both eyes closed. But only the two (?) inside the room knew otherwise.
Another seven minutes later, Sean opened the eyes.
"So let me get this straight, you and three friends of yours established a school? A school to teach magic, real magic with real wand and potion and spells and stuff? Then you had some arguments with them and left the school, doing what seems like a personal crusade."
"I was a fool. I thought that this was the right path. But clearly I was wrong. Now, my reputations, my house all are ruined. My name is a synonym for pureblood supremacy, and my students are eager to commit genocide in my name. I was shattered to my core. I drunk four bottles and woke up in this stage."
Sean was silent for a moment. He saw everything in the wizard's mind. If someone told him about wizard and witches six months ago, he would buy them a ticket to the nearest lunatic asylum. But this time he was not so sure.
Because, he literally died at the ripe age of seventy three. Then find himself in his twenty five year old body, with a wizard in it. A wizard who lost everything he cared. Just like him.
He woke up exactly two days after he buried his mom and dad.
He just finished his master's degree in electronics. He was going to get a job in a good company, though he always liked teaching.
Then he got the worst news.
His mom and dad had an accident, while coming to London. A heavy truck failed its brakes and collided with their car, killing them instantly. He actually forgot about the day, but while taking out the medicine bottle from the drawer, he saw something that flashed like a lightning in his mind, cleared his memory.
Today was the day when he attempted to shoot himself. He saw his dad's Webley revolver in the drawer. He sneaked that from his house after his parent's funeral. In his previous life, his old landlady, the widow Mrs Hart saw him pointing the gun into his forehead from the open window and talked him out of it.
"You are going to kill yourself today?" He heard Salazar's soft voice.
"Not this time. Not anymore."
The chains of events happened then were different from the previous time. This time, Mrs Hart did not drop the tray of food after seeing him pointing the revolver on his forehead. Now this time, she coaxed him a little with her sweet words, and then left him with a small kiss on his forehead.
Salazar liked the old lady too. She reminded him of her mom. He felt tears coming out from his eyes.
"She is like that. Her maternal instinct engulfed every single tenant of this house."
Salazar smiled a bit. Then he concentrated to the tray of food.
"Now this is something. You got inside my body and you are eating my food also. What next will you do now?"
Salazar heard Sean's laughter inside his head. The other person inside his body was joking with him. But he could not laugh. He and his mind both were silent. Sean felt that too.
"Salazar, I was just joking. I did not want to hurt you. I am sorry if I hurt you."
"No, Sean. I am not offended. I was just thinking about my next move. I know what to do now. I am going to clean up the mess that I created. I am going to clean up the Slytherin name and the Slytherin house. I am going to uproot that pureblood bigotry from the society. I will spill my sweat and blood..."
Salazar suddenly stopped speaking. He suddenly remembered that he was inside another man's body.
"I am sorry, Sean. I forgot that..."
Sean stopped him in the middle of his thought.
"Will you give me some time to think?"
Salazar agreed. Then he again concentrated into the food.
At the night, Salazar was lying on the small bed in the room. Sean was silent for a long time. Salazar did not bother him. He would respect Sean's decision.
But, why this time travel happened?
He was getting impatient. His mind was literally jumbled. He could not decide what to do or think when he felt something.
The sensation was too much familiar to him. It was the unmistakeable feeling of a large amount of magical energy gathering.
Salazar felt numb. He did not have his wand. He was feeling a little afraid. He was thinking about what to do when suddenly his body jumped from the bed and ran towards the table. Then his right hand opened a drawer and pulled out a hard, black, curved thing.
At the same moment, a bright white light engulfed the whole room. The light was so bright, that it literally blinded his eyes.
Then suddenly he heard two loud "Thud" sound.
"Thud! Thud!"
Then he heard a voice, no, actually two voices.
"Ouch! Ow! Al, get off me!" The voice was sounded like a small boy.
"Shut up Scor! I have no intention to be over you."
Salazar felt Sean taking control over the body. Then suddenly, he roared
"Hands Up! Both of you!"
With the command, he jumped again and pressed the light switch. In a second, the room filled with bright light.
Then he saw two little boys in front of him. Both of them were wizards, blatantly recognised by the wands in their hands.
Salazar saw one boy, who was pointing his wand towards him. The tip of the wand was glowing, preparing to fire a spell. He ignored the pain inside his head and concentrated hard. After a second, a wandless expelliarmus hit both of them.
Both of them were disarmed in a second. Their two wands found their place in his left hand. Suddenly he heard Sean's voice inside his head.
"Well, well, well! Looks like the night is still young, old chap."
A/N: I am sorry for this long delay, but my life was messed up with studies and exams.
I will try to update soon.
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