"Today, students, we shall be studying Transfiguration. You shall be attempting to transfigure the mice on your tables, into serpents. The incantation is Reptilius. Go on, then."

Salazar watched closely as his students attempted the new spell. He sat quietly behind his oak desk with the tips of his long fingers placed together, his head cocked to the side. He was not really interested in the lesson, however. He was worried about Rowena. That morning at breakfast, she had been rather distant with everyone, as though she was afraid to speak to any of them.

Salazar was very close to Rowena. She had helped convince the Helga and Godric long ago that just because he was a Parsletongue, that didn't make him evil. Godric and Helga trusted him, but not to the fullest extent. Only Rowena would speak to him privately.

"Professor Slytherin," came a distant voice.

"What?" he snapped. How dare any of these children think that they could just interrupt his train of thought?

"A-are you alright?" Salazar looked up at the speaker. It was Crystalline Black, one of his favorite students. She was looking up at him with large, frightened eyes. He suddenly felt guilty about snapping at her.

"Yes, Miss Black. I am simply a bit distracted. Continue with your lesson." Crystalline nodded and returned her attention to her mouse, which was starting to grow fangs.

Salazar continued to think about Rowena. She was, of course, the brightest of the four founders, that much could not be denied. She was also the hardest worker, and that, Salazar believed, was what was causing her to be so distant. Either that, or something was troubling her. If something was bothering her, she would tell me. Salazar thought. He made up his mind to speak to her after dinner. Maybe then he would know what was going on.

Rowena sat in the library, silently reading one of the more ancient books about Potion Making, though she wasn't taking any of it in. She was still thinking about the dream she had had the night before. Something terrible was going to happen. Rowena had had dreams like that before, where something important was going to happen. She refused to call herself a Seer. Divination was a subject that Rowena had very little respect for. To her, it was simply guesswork, something that truly disgraced knowledge in all forms. She called her dreams mere coincidence, and the knowledge of the future during her waking hours mere intuition.

"Salazar, I know you need to speak to me," she said. And sure enough, Salazar emerged from behind one of the book-filled shelves.

"I shall never understand how you are able to do that and not call yourself a Seer, Rowena," he smirked. Rowena chuckled.

"Pure intuition, Salazar. Something you would never be able to comprehend." Salazar continued to smirk. He walked towards her.

"Were you here during dinner?" he asked. Rowena nodded. "Why? Is there something bothering you, Rowena?" She didn't respond as quickly this time. She took the time to finish the page she was reading first and place something in the book to mark her place. She took a deep breath and stared at Salazar very hard.

"There was a dream," she began.

"Bad?"

Rowena nodded. "Like the ones I used to have about us creating Hogwarts, only worse, by far." Salazar stepped forward and sat down in the wooden chair across from her, begging her to go on with his eyes. She took another deep breath and obliged.

"It was about you, Helga, Godric, and me. You and Godric were fighting and Helga was urging you two to go on." Salazar nodded.

"Anything else?" he asked.

"You left the school and never came back." Rowena sounded dangerously close to tears. Salazar reached across the table that was separating them and grabbed her hand.

"And Godric's hat said that it would be remembered."

"It was just a dream," he said after a while. Rowena nodded.

"I know, I am being ridiculous. I am just afraid. What if this dream comes true as well?" Salazar shook his head.

"It will not come true, Rowena. Please, trust me." She looked up at him with her big, brown eyes. The finality in his voice left no room for argument. She merely nodded and said that she needed some sleep. Salazar nodded his agreement. They stood from the table and went their separate ways when they reached the door.

"Is she alright, Salazar?" Godric asked.

"She is just worried about some ridiculous dream she had," Salazar said dismissively.

"Dream? Didn't she have a dream about us creating Hogwarts a few years before we opened the school?" Helga asked. Salazar nodded.

"She said it was like it but far worse. She said that Godric and I fought and that I left the school and never came back." Helga and Godric exchanged significant glances.

He, Godric, and Helga were in Godric's quarters. Salazar had told them about what had happened in the library. Though while he, Salazar, was no longer worried, Godric and Helga weren't as certain. They were asking all sorts of questions and Salazar was trying his absolute best to sound patient

"Rowena just needs some rest," Godric said finally. "She has been working too hard lately. I am sure she would not disagree." There was a mummur of agreement from the other two. Helga and Salazar rose to take their leave. Surely Rowena would be alright in the morning.

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