So yes, I know this was delayed, but I had this strange thing called "real life" and "SAT practice tests". Very, very strange, isn't it? And this is a short chapter, since it was written under the time period of half an hour. Excuse any horrid mistakes your eyes may wander upon. And also, the language that I had Harry Salazar speak is Greek.
Why?
Well it's because I wanted to use fancy symbols. Why? I have no clue. I know they didn't speak Greek in medieval Britain, but whatever. It's my fanfic, isn't it?
"Thoughts."
~Parseltongue.~
Now, onto the show!
-"Don't pity the dead, Harry. Rather, pity the living, especially those who live without love."-
- Dungeons of Slytherin Manor -
Salazar felt air return to his lungs. He slowly rose and grasped his head. What had happened? Last he remembered he was dead-
….Dead…
He gave a soft gasp. Was he resurrected? What had happened. He coughed. He looked around, only to realize everything was blurry. He removed strange glasses that was on his face, and blinked as the world turned back normal. He looked around and drew back.
Why in the Nine Realms was he in a moldy, filthy dungeon?
Salazar rose gracefully arose from his….Bed. He sneered. It was more of two rags sewn together and stuffed with mold. Smelled like it as well.
He patted his strange clothing, looking inside his pockets for his wand. He checked around for a wand holster. Where in Myrddin's name was his wand?!
He narrowed his eyes as he paced the cell. He grasped his hands behind his back as he kept his neutral face, not giving away his inner turmoil.
"Oi! Potter! The Dark Lord wants to see you!"
Salazar turn to the person that called to him in an unknown language. He noticed a wand in the black figures hand. His cell door was wide open, and the man was gesturing for Salazar to leave.
"He speaks a language that I know not of. Mayhaps it's best to just follow him. From what I remember, I was resurrected. Perhaps in the far future, where this strange new language is created." he thought, following the traitorous wizard. He was brooding over the fact that for some reason, wizards were perhaps fighting against other wizards. Isn't the true enemy the mundane? He brushed it off, as seeing he might be in the future. Things may have changed
May? Who was he humoring, things have changed. And he did not enjoy this new world.
He looked around slowly, as they walked down a particularly long corridor.. This place...Seem familiar. He saw portraits eyes widen in shock as they glanced at him.
"This is Slytherin Manor!" He realized, with a jolt.
He took a deep breath and calmed himself. His eyes trailed down the hallway of portraits. They will surely reveal him. He slowly placed a finger on his lips, silencing any loud accusations. He wanted to remain quiet for now. A purple robed woman with wide blue eyes and long, oak wood hair nodded, whispering the message across to the other portraits.
He took a quickly glimpse of himself in a glass cabinet as he walked by it. His eyebrows raised slightly as he realized he was a mere child once more. And his hair was notoriously short. He sneered. He was no slave! He noticed that many other people, that were glaring at him for some reason, had short hair as well.
Could it be that slavery had been abolished? Perhaps. The corner of his lips lowered. What a strange future.
He reached great, wide mahogany wood doors. "Time to see which wizard is behind all of this." Salazar thought, as he walked through the doors as they opened.
He was greeted with a strange, serpent-like man who had burning red eyes. Curling around his was a beautiful boa constrictor, which was softly petted by the man. The man proceeded to speak in the strange, futuristic language, as he stalked to Salazar.
In the back of his mind, he vaguely thought about how the serpent-like man seem to be like a predator, about to pounce of his prey. He brush the thought aside, as seeing that he, of all people, is definitely not a prey to be pounced on.
He straightened himself, and gazed at the man head on. He quickly pulled a mask of cold indifference.
"Δεν γνωρίζω τη γλώσσα που μιλάτε, αλλά ξέρω ότι είστε, στην πραγματικότητα, ένα qui. Επίσης, ο πατέρας σου είναι καρύδι και η μητέρα σου, αγελάδα." (I know not the language you speak, but I do know is that you are, in fact, an a mewling quim. Also, your father is a walnut and your mother, a cow.) He spoke, calmly. Godric has rubbed off on him, he mused mentally.
He saw the man and a few others rear back in surprise.
~Tell me, who are you and why have you resurrected me?~ he hissed out, knowing that there was probably no Parselmouth in the room-
~Salazar Slytherin?~ the serpent-man softly hissed, disbelief and hesitation clear in his voice.
~Tis I. I have returned.~ Salazar softly whispered in reply.
He slowly smirked. Many people say that Godric was a prankster, but he was the true mastermind. He always managed to get Godric blamed.
This is was going to be simply hilarious.