Chapter 4

"You knew all along," I cry, outraged "Why did you not mention it to me in the TWO times we have talked?"

"It was not my place to tell you," replied the Sorting Hat

"Wait, but you did, at least indirectly, you told me that I could be great and that Slytherin would help me on the way to greatness," I say remembering back to my sorting. "Is that why you wanted to put me in Slytherin, because I am the original Slytherin."

"Slytherin house represents those of cunning and ambition and it would have helped you on the way to greatness," the Hat replied.

"Have you ever given anyone a straight answer Hat?" I inquire

"Have you ever spoken anything but a half-truth?" answers the Hat,

I sigh, I had never liked the Hat but it was Godric's idea and Rowena and Helga had agreed with him. "Will you at least give me my sword back?" I ask.

I pulled the hat off my head before reaching inside and grasping the gleaming silver sword that appeared inside it. I pulled my sword out of the hat; it looked the same as it had when I had gotten it made. The handle was littered with emeralds and there was a small snake engraved on the hilt, the words SALAZAR SLYTHERIN were also engraved on the side in neat letters.

I reach inside the hat again and pull out the sheath for my sword before sheathing it and strapping it to my belt underneath my robes. Looking up, I notice that Fawkes is staring at me. I catch the meaning behind the stare; Dumbledore is on his way to his office.

Nodding to Fawkes in thanks, I disillusion myself and exit Dumbledore's office just as he enters from his quarters. I didn't trust Dumbledore, what after finding out that it was his idea to send me to the Dursley's when my family discovered I was a parselmouth, he was the reason that I had grown up not knowing who I was, he and my 'family.'

I would never forgive them for what they did and so do not consider them my family. My dream of a family was ruined in my third year when I had found out that they had abandoned me on the advice of Dumbledore.

There was such prejudice against the unknown, as was there in Salazar's time and unfortunately anything that is unknown was labeled Dark or Forbidden. The Light side has been in power for too long and they have forgotten that there needs to be a balance between the Dark and Light. By suppressing the Dark they have created chaos in the world and those more magically sensitive have showed symptoms, such as the insanity my Heir has shown.

As I entered the common room through the portrait hole I could hear the Fat Lady grumbling about late night wanderings. I ignore her as I head up the stairs towards the Fifth Year dormitories; I enter the room quietly careful not to wake anyone and am assaulted with Ron's snoring, how anyone sleeps through that is beyond me.

After making my way across the sea of clothes and other items strewn over the floor, I draw the curtains around my bed and place a silencing charm over it. As I had done many times before, due to the nightmares that I suffered from. Shrugging off my outer robe, I unhook my sword from my belt and place it in my trunk with the rest of my clothes before locking it again with the parseltongue password.

I lay on my bed, awake for some time after that thinking back to the disagreement with Godric that caused me to leave Hogwarts, my home.

"Why can't you just stop using it?" Godric yells at me

"It's not as simple as that," I reply, exasperated "You know that I am a Dark wizard and I have no control over that, much the same as you having no control over being a Light wizard."

"It doesn't mean that you have to use Dark magic!" he shoots back at me,

I could feel my self-control slowly slipping, it was becoming harder to maintain my mask, "Dark wizards are not evil! You know that. Dark magic relies on emotions which is why it is normally stronger than Light magic, which does not make it evil."

"Yeah, well what about the Unforgivables,"

Godric had gone too far and I snapped "As you well know, 'Avada Kedavra' is Neutral magic, meant to end suffering for sick patients and while I may admit that the Cruciatus Curse is Dark magic the Imperius Curse is certainly Light Magic."

I had stormed out after that, he knew that Dark Magic was not evil; he was just blinded by the fury and hate he held for another Dark Lord that had arisen and killed his wife and like much of the wizarding world he turned to hatred for all things Dark. The Light believed that the Dark Magic had corrupted this Dark Lord but they were wrong, it was the power that had corrupted him. I was a perfect example of how Dark Magic did not corrupt; after all I was a Dark Lord.

After Godric had lost his wife, we didn't see eye to eye on this issue. I couldn't live with the constant arguments and disapproving looks from the person that I considered a brother to me. So I left Hogwarts, and secluded myself from civilisation in my private cottage that I had built as a means of isolation for others. It was in that cottage that I first met my wife; she had been running from some villagers that had discovered she was a witch and had stumbled across my cottage. She was like me; a half-blood whose magical parent had been killed by Muggles, her mother had been killed when she was 3 and so she had little control of her magic.