Dedicated to Ebenbild. An amazing author.

Written for the Golden Snitch Mini Competition held my Raven.

My dear I tried to use the quote. Key word tried. I used green and no OTP just her favorite characters.

Rat.3. Write about someone who cannot sleep because of a disturbance.

Word count:830

"I cannot believe you convinced me to come here"said Severus for the tenth time that night."I hate camping. I do not like to go camping. I do like to stay in a tent"

"But please, shut up!"shouted Salazar."I cannot sleep because if you. You are disturbing me"

"And me!" added Harry.

"Really?"snarled Severus sitting up in bed,"well the rain is disturbing me. As soon as it stops I will stop complaining and I will go to sleep"

"It's just the rain, Profesor. Don't tell me that at Hogwarts you have never heard the rain"

"I did, of course I did you dunderhead! But right now I cannot sleep because of it. And I don't like camping"he finished with a sigh.

"Look, we are not camping. I only said it just to light the mood. We are time travels from the future with nothing more but this tent and our wands, we've met Salazar Slythetin and right now we are stuck long before even he was born. I tried to light the mood"Harry repeated, getting up from the bed.

"Look at me. I am surrended by green, I live with two Slytherins and one complains all day and the other all night. I really didn't expect for you to be so ...so whiny. Especially you professor Snape. I mean after the last seven years..."Harry shook his head and pulled his green pullover.

"What is that Harry? Green?"asked Salazar, now up too. He wasn't able to sleep either thanks to his future Head of House whining. And as Harry had said he couldn't believe that the cold man he had met just under two weeks prior was whining now as a little child because of the rain. Well,he had to admit, himself was not better, but well...

The boy had surprised in a good way. He had scoffed when he had heard that he was a. Gryffindor, but the boy had proven that he had some Slytherin in him too.

"Yeah green. Mrs. Weasley knitted it for me. To match my eyes. I love it. It reminds me of my mum"

"How come?"

"She had pullover just like this, her favorite"replied Severus from the doorway, surprising Salazar.

"How do you know?"he asked.

But Harry wasn't at all surprised. After all Snape had been his mother's best friend for years. He had to know.

"He was her best friends"said Harry, staring at Severus.

"True?"

Severus shifted uncomfortably.

"Yes"

"I am glad. From what you told me there is a lot of bad blood between mine and Godric's kids, an all consuming fire. I hate it"

Both Severus and Harry stared at him as they had never seen him before.

"You are not angry? Do you not feel the need to burn something?"

Now it was Salazar's turn to stare.

"No! He is my best friend!"

Severus openly gaped.

"What? You do not gate him? Muggleborns?"

Salazar stared some more.

"I think history got it wrong. I have nothing against them"

"Could you tell us the true story?"

Salazar nodded.

"It all started with a fire in a very green and rainy day. Godric and I we are childhood friends, we have known each other from birth and we are not best friends but brothers. He is my brother"Salazar stared at the tent's walls lost in thought. He misses his friends terribly.

"Sir,"started Harry" if it is too painful for you or..."he gulped"you can tell us another time. I know how you feel. I feel the same. Hermione and Ron ...they are NY best friends"

Salazar smiled.

"It's not only that. Have you realized that we are at Hogwarts? On Hogwarts land?"

Both Harry and Severus shook their heads.

"Yep. We are at Hogwarts. But we are in the past, before Hogwarts was a school. We may have made it a school, but we did not built it. It had been in my family for generations and the reason it so well warded is because my ancestors had given their life for it. I had chosen to make it a school; Rowena had convinced me. As I said in that day we have met the girls. Rowena and Helga were travelling to meet with my father. You see both Godric and I knew them,but from far apart.

Then everything changed. We got to know each other very well, we were more alike than we could have imagined. The rest is history I would say, but your history got it wrong.

I could never hate the mundane borns as you say. Rowena is one of them. And me and Godric never fight. That's Ro and his job. Though I admit I have taken few blows trying to break them apart"

"Then who got it wrong? Who wrote our history?" asked Harry, stunned.