A/N
I know in COS the entrance to the chamber is in a sink, but do you REALLY think they had sinks way back when the founders were around? I didn't think so. Enjoy and please R&R!

Salazar's eyes snapped fire. And why shouldn't they? Godric had only insulted him by questioning his loyalties. But all the same, Godric had to take a breath to steady himself when he saw his comrade's usually pale eyes glow with flecks of…green?

"What do you want, Gryffindor?"

The use of his surname startled Godric. It suddenly occurred to him how deeply he had cut Salazar. Accusing him of trying to take over the school they had built together? Upsetting the witch he was quite possibly in love with? Godric considered himself lucky that Salazar didn't strike him dead where he stood.

"I have come, Salazar, to beg your pardon. I was out of line."

At this Salazar sneered darkly. Godric felt his heart drop into his stomach.

"How very noble of you. Tell me, did this occur to you before or after you went to Rowena?" Godric was stunned.

"H-how did you…?"

"She flooed me. She looked about ready to hex the first living thing that came in her path." Salazar chuckled evilly as he said this, sending shivers up and down Godric's spine. But instead of cowering like he knew he wanted to do, Godric stood his ground, for he had a point to make.

"Salazar, it was not my intent to insult you. I know now that I was out of line with my actions, and I deeply regret them. Surely you understand? I was merely trying to keep the school safe."

"Safe from what, Gryffindor? Me?" Salazar's voice got dangerously low, only to rise again. "By insulting me, trying to use Rowena against me, and driving Helga against me, you were trying to protect the school? This is an outrage!" Taking several deep breaths, Salazar managed to regain his composure before saying, "It matters not what you tried to do. All that matters is what I'm going to do now. You thought I was a danger to the filthy mudbloods you call students before? I will see to it personally that no child guilty of impurity set foot within this school. And as for the ones already hear, you can be damn sure they shall be gone within the month. Of this, Gryffindor, you have my word."

And with that, Salazar slammed the door in the face of a very frightened Godric.

Midnight was approaching fast. Salazar knew he had to make haste, lest he be caught. He hadn't bothered to tell Rowena of his plan, for he knew she would disapprove, and her disapproval was the one thing that would put Salazar's plan to a screeching halt. Face it, Slytherin. You love her. Salazar would often have to sigh in agreement with his thoughts at that. But not tonight. Tonight, he couldn't afford to make a sound. With Merlin as his witness, he would keep his word to Godric, and this was the only way he knew how without Rowena finding out.

As he approached the girls' lavatory, Salazar began to have second thoughts. What if Rowena found out about his plan after all? Would she hate him for what he was about to do? Would she understand? Salazar didn't bother to think on the subject any further, for he had reached the special wall. Immediately, Salazar felt the cold, reptilian sensation he experienced whenever he was able to speak Parseltongue. He welcomed the metalic taste of blood on his tongue, for he knew he would need it for his mission tonight.

"Open," the great wizard said in Parseltongue. The wall, which had been engraved with tiny slythering serpents slowly opened inwards for its master. After looking around to make sure no one was watching, Salazar walked through the opening. The wall shut again.

"Lumos."

The tip of Salazar's wand illuminated, revealing a dark tunnel. There was no turning back now. I'm sorry Rowena, he thought, and he walked down the tunnel, wand in the air, hoping that his task would be completed by morning.

Eventually, (it was difficult to say how long it had been) Salazar reached a small, wooden door. There were serpents on this too, but they were metal and stood up on the door, rather than being engraved into it.

"Open, for your master has returned." His little speech caused the metal serpents to wind themselvs in an entrancing fashion. Soon, there was a great clicking sound, as though someone had just turned a key in the door. It swung open, revealing a damp chamber. Salazar scrambled inside.

Approaching the center of the chamber, Salazar withdrew a chicken's egg from one of his robe pockets, and a toad from the other. A flick of his wand, and a small fire roared within the chamber, casting an eerie glow on the damp walls. Another flick, and a small cauldren appeared next to it. Kneeling, Salazar placed the egg delicately into the cauldren, and then the toad on top of it. Knowing that he hadn't much time, Salazar placed the cauldren over the flames a little more roughly than he should have. But no matter. The flames would quicken the incubation, and his task would near its completion.

Suddenly, the egg began to crack. Salazar looked carefully into the cauldren. He had to see his success with his own eyes before he could rest easily. And there it was. Slithering away from the egg shells and the dead toad was a tiny basilisk. Relief washed over Salazar.

"Can you hear me?" he asked it, careful not to look directly into its eyes.

"Yes, master. What is your bidding?"

"Nothing. You are too little. But when you have grown larger, I shall give you your task, and the school shall be pure again."