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The family

Salazar was tired. His eyes were swollen, red and clearly the wizard was exhausted! He had spent the night roaming the castle, exploring every corner, nook and cranny. He was unsatisfied with what he saw, but for sure knew what he wanted to do, how was another question.

'They WILL thank me later!' He thought.

'For a great cause, somebody has to be the bad guy. This is for our future, the greatness of magical blood should be preserved!'

On the next morning, as everyone was having their breakfast in the great hall, Godric scanned the hall and sighed satisfyingly. It was both quiet and serene. Being a man of over six foot, and well built at that, the wizard looked more of a warrior than a wizard. He looked ferocious and mighty but his eyes showed warmth and kindness. And he was certainly pleased with how things now were.

Loking around, he saw his dear friend, looking grumpy as usual.

'I have to talk to him soon. This cannot go on forever!' He said to himself.

As the children left the school grounds, it was the teachers' turn to leave. The founders and their apprentices were busy packing their stuff. Before the school had started, the founders had their own students who were the first trained and were on their own paths to be the next generation of teachers to the great school. Helga had Aldreda who was her neice, Rowena had Neil Quinn who was a distant relative of the Olivanders and Godric had Randel, The younger brother of this wife, Aurnia. But Salazar trusted no one, so he had none.

The teachers said their good-byes and were on their way home. Helga and her neice to her sister's house and Godric to his own home. Rowena as she had no family, chose to stay back and do some research. Salazar on the other hand was eager to leave at once.

There was no other joy for Godric than to come back home, into his family. Aurnia was tidying her son when he opened the door.

Looking at them Godric opened his arms in joy and engulfed the two in his hug.

"Oh how much I miss you!" He said

Aurnia took a deep breath, " We missed you too."

She smiled into his embrace.

"Where is Evie?" He asked. Aurnia pointed her finger upwards indicating, she was in her room.

Kneeling to his son, his great voice rumbled," And how is my dear Tomas?"

Tomas, a mere five year old, just flung his arms around his fathers neck and started jumping in glee.

After a while, Tomas let go of his father and went to his sister to call her.

Standing up, Godric asked," Did he-"

"Not yet." answeres Aurnia gloomily. The subject was bit touchy for both of them.

Aurnia O'Mordha was an irish witch, who met Godric in his earlier expeditions. (When he was gathering like minded witches and wizards.)

She was a tall women, with pale skin and long blonde hair braided at the back with a few curls framing her wore a light blue dress which complimented her dark brown eyes. She came from a family of seers. But even so, The mighty founder of Hogwarts and the Powerful seer, were worried whether if their son was, a squib.

" Father!" A young Evelyn, came running from the stairs, eager to see their father. Embracing her in his hug, She then tugged his hand, which practically was 3 times the size of her, she led him.

"I want to show you something! Come father!" She was literally skipping by now. Smiling Godric followed her. Forgetting about all his worry. He forgot about school problems, about salazar and also, about earlier. He spent his time well.

Salazar was contacting his cousin who wanted their son Failbe Malgray, his apprentice . Failbe was a 19 year old young man with sleek black hair tied at the back. His small black eyes were unaprochable and cold. Tall and skinny, the boy was a prime example of noblity. There was a certain air about him, which made Salazar change his mind. 'This boy would be of great help'

Taking the boy along with him, Salazar had a quest ahead of him. 'It was not the matter of wrong or right, It certainly a matter of our right! The filthy muggles had no right to study magic! They have spent forever killing us, contolling us, and now they want to learn it? No, Not on my watch!'

He now along with Failbe, were on a trip to the countryside searching someone. That person was the most pure blooded Wizard in his eyes. They were constantly apparating from one place to other, till Salazar found him.

Located on a cliff, near a long-dried lake, stood a small cabin. Knocking the door, Failbe looked back at Salazar with uncertainity. But Salazar was looking over the cliff with arms crossed, his robes flowing in the wind. Just then, the door opened, but there was nobody.

Salazar led the way and entered the room, looking around. His eyes scanning the whole room. Not finding what he was hoping for, he just went inside. The room led to the small kitchen and ultimately to the back door. There he saw. A little smile craked his face. In the veranda was a man sitting facing the other way.

"Come in boy." His voice was weak.

"Grandfather." Salazar bowed.

"You came back and brought someone too." He turned to him for the first time. His face was full of wrinkles, left eye had gone blind and was bald. The man was Salazar's Grandfather, Nefarus Slytherin.

Looking at the boy, He said, "Failbe Malgray."

Turning his head again towards the cliff, he muttered," Maintained purity! So unusual!"

Failble was confused, 'what did he mean by unusual!

Salazar sat down next to him, not saying anything. He felt as if Nefarus was scanning his mind. He did nothing and let him do as he wished.

Suddenly, Nefarus said, " I told you it won't work. Dont expect my help."

This time Salazar spoke, "You are the only person who can help me."

"The great wizard who is the founder of the great school, needs me- a weak, old, stinking and apparently too old, wizard's help? He looked at Failbe in mock.

He was shocked, 'he was a Legilimens?!'

Letting an amused smile crack, the man let out a sigh. "I already told you, it would be a bad idea. Why have a school, when you can learn from your elders! It just makes everybody learn the same thing! Nothing special from anyone. Everybody the same. Tsk-tsk"

Salazar was silent. Being the founder of the magnificent school, his words did hurt. But what can be done, such orthodox views were heard occasionally.

Nefarus continued, "And those mudbloods! The muggles will now learn wizardy? The humor! Huh!"

"Please, grandfather, now is the time! Please give it to me." He urged.

For a moment, Nefarus was silent. He closed his eyes and seemed to think something. "Hmm. Now is not the time my child. But i will give it to you anyway. " He turned at him and said, "come here only when you think it is time to look over the cliff." His eye twinkling with mystery.

But Salazar seemed to get it and nodded.

Getting up, he looked for the last time and left and apparated to the Hogwarts.

As they touched the ground, He felt slight weight in his pocket. He pulled it out and stretched his palm to see, an egg.

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