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    You might belong in Slytherin; you’ll make your real friends. Those cunning folks use any means to achieve their ends.

    It was the mid of the eighth century. The icy grip of autumn was tightening on the young campus of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The occasional chilly breeze stirred up the air and motivated normal folk to stay indoors.

    But one soul was brave enough to embrace the bitter weather.

    A young Salazar Slytherin paced around the one of the courtyards water fountains. He took extra care to ensure his pace did not falter from the tempo of the swinging pedestal. The Headmasters sudden obsession with time keeping was not motivated by mere habit or boredom. Salazar was troubled and needed something to focus on. He was supposed to receive a message that morning, but the day was stretching well into the afternoon with no such delivery.

    I should not have used an owl. Salazar let out an exasperated sigh. Those wretched rats with wings are always getting lost in the wind. Tis a wonder they find their way at all!

    “Salazar, you snake! I demand to have a word with you!” An angry voice bellowed from the clock tower, echoing like a ferocious roar.

    Oh splendid, just when my day was going so ‘well’. What could he possibly want now?

    “I do not have time for one of your childish tantrums, Godric.” Salazar drawled. “Assuming you actually have friends or know people who tolerate your presence, why don’t you bother them?” Godric Gryffindor’s heavy march boomed through the tower; the sound grew louder as the angry headmaster descended until he was on the side of the swinging pedestal facing the courtyard. He sheathed his sword.

    “I will use force if I must!” He yelled.

    “Was there ever a time when you resorted to anything else?” Slytherin hissed. He whipped his wand out and pointed it at Godric.

    Come at me, you filthy blood traitor! Godric took a deep bow, confirming the duel.

    “I refuse to bow to such pestilence!” Salazar barked. Before Godric could protest Salazar shot a Depulso curse, knocking Godric over. He flew through the air but landed swiftly on his feet. Godric charged at Salazar, roaring like a lion. His sword gleamed with an intense red light before flames erupted from the metal. A wall of fire now charged toward Salazar.

    “Carpe Retractum!” Salazar yelled, aiming his wand at the high end of the clock tower. A purple beam of light flashed from the wand, attaching itself to the top of the clock tower. The rope pulled him up like a pulley. As Salazar landed on the roof, he broke into a sprint in hopes of reaching the other side. The terrain would give Salazar an edge, meaning he wouldn't be the one to blame if Godric accidently turned the Forbidden Forest to ash.

    Unfortunately for Salazar, Godric had his own agenda. Part one: don't let Salazar slip away. Godric follow Salazar on the roof with a great magic enhanced leap before freezing his foe with Percificus Totalus. Salazar gradually slowed until he was completely paralyzed in an awkward step of his run.

    “I’ve got you now you coward!” Godric laughed. Suddenly Salazar’s frozen body was yanked off of the roof by a fury of ropes. Godric screeched to a halt before he too was pulled off the roof. Godric struggled but he soon realized his attempts to free himself were in vain.

    Rowena Ravenclaw was conjuring one a binding spells below them. A large crowd of students attracted by the commotion watched in awe as two of the greatest wizards of all time floated in the air like mere leaves being tossed in the wind. Helga Hufflepuff soon joined Rowena, waving her wand to free Salazar from his paralysis. His body thawed instantly.

    “Let me guess,” Rowena called. “Godric, your quarrel with Salazar is about the snake skin you needed for your potion.”

    “What of it,” Godric demanded. “This lying snake stole it from me!” The students giggled from below.

    “That’s why you nearly incinerated me and the courtyard, some damn potion ingredient I didn’t ever take?!” Salazar laughed. "Everybody knows you're thick Godric, but you've surprised everyone with it today I assure you!"

    “Godric,” Rowena sighed. “I borrowed your snake skins.” Godric gasped.

    “But he-“

    “-I went as far as leaving a note next to your cauldron explaining that I borrowed them to avoid this from happening!” Rowena motioned with her free hand at him.

    "Clearly this is just a mere misunderstanding!" Helga said cheerfully. "We should be thankful no one was injured." She turned to face the crowd of students. "All students, return to your common rooms until further notice!" she ordered. All of the students groaned but shuffled out of the courtyard obediently. Ravenclaw directed her wand to gently let Salazar and Gryffindor down. When they reached the ground, she did not release the ropes and said.

    "Before I release you, I demand that you two apologize to one another." she ordered.

    "Surely you cannot expect me to apologize." Godric protested.

     "Godric, I solemnly apologize for almost throwing my life away. I should've stayed my hand and allow you to burn me alive!" Salazar said sarcastically.

    "Salazar! Godric!” Helga objected angrily. “I know you two do not always see eye to eye, but we are all Headmasters here. We are all equals. How can you present yourselves as role models for our students if you behave like spoiled children?” Salazar’s eyes widened, taken back from Helga’s sudden sincerity. It was not common for her to have such outbursts. He looked at Godric to see a similar expression of surprise on his face.

    “Very well,” Salazar took a deep breath. "I…apologize.”

    “I apologize to you as well, Salazar.” Godric grumbled.

    “You make it sound as if it is torturous to act your own age.” Rowena said. Her thin eyebrows furrowed with frustration. “The rational thing to do to resolve such a conflict would be to talk like civilized human beings! Let this be a lesson to you two, as you clearly did not learn it in your primary school years!” Salazar and Godric bowed. Rowena waved her wand and the ropes retracted off of their bodies back into her wand.

    "Salazar." Helga said. "While I am here, a letter was delivered to you earlier today." Salazar drew in a sharp breath, trying to contain his excitement.

    “Where is it now?” He demanded.

    “I took the liberty of delivering it to you from the owelry.” Helga explained. She reached into her mustard yellow cloak to pull out a small note. “Now before you accuse me of reading it you need not fear, it is not my privilege to pry.” Salazar snatched the note from her hand impatiently. He walked away disregarding the thought of a “thank you”. He opened the letter and read:



    Meet me at Ryuunosuke Island at dawn my love, I eagerly await your arrival.

    While the message was simple, Salazar understood the intention fully. A smile crept on his face as he tucked the note away in his cloak. This terrible day was finally going the way he wanted.

~~~

    The sun had begun its ascent on the tropical island of Ryuunosuke. Located off the southern coast of Japan, Ryuunosuke cannot be found on an ordinary muggle map of any century. Thanks to Salazar’s handiwork, the only way to access the island was by the invitation of magic folk much like any location of the magical world. To the general community of witches and wizards, the feeling that muggles be granted access was almost completely mutual due to the inhabitants of the islands tangled jungle. In order of the food chain there was a wide variety of poisonous insects, birds twice the size of a hawk, carnivorous primates that attack anything that moves, and of course, snakes introduced by Salazar.
    Salazar’s body flashed into place, deep within the wilderness. His gaze darted in every direction, paranoid of any creatures that might attack. Realizing he did not have any uninvited visitors he began to maneuver through the bush. He soon found himself on the sandy beach. The water travelled in and out of shore rhythmically.
    The roar of the water grew louder when it suddenly a whirlpool began to form away from the shore. The water twirled faster and faster until the head of a gigantic snake emerged from the center. Its sea blue scales were covered in translucent mucus, making it reflect a blinding glare from the neighboring sunlight. The snakes pitch black eyes blinked slowly, fixing its gaze on Salazar.
    “Bring her forth.” Salazar commanded in Parseltounge. The snake hesitated before opening its grand jaw, revealing a complicated row of lengthy, jagged fangs. The snake further emerged onto the sand, prompting Salazar to take a step back. A woman appeared on the snakes’ lengthy abdomen as it protruded out of the water. She gracefully jumped off of the snake and onto the beach. She was soaking wet, dressed head to toe in a wispy robe whose color matched that of the snake. Her short height and pouty round face gave her a somewhat childish look. Her soaked brown hair was chest length with bangs that nearly masked her baby blue eyes.
    “Salazar.” She breathed, opening her arms for an embrace. “How I missed you so!”
    “Later, my love.” Salazar urged. “I promise you we will have time together, but you must show me where you found it!” The woman nodded and let her arms fall.
    “Yes, deep within the jungle. Follow me.” She said.
    "I do not see any benefit in this." He said, but followed the woman. They walked together deep into the heart of the jungle. At last she stopped in an area that was somewhat clear of vegetation. The woman looked around furiously, searching for something.
    “Twas here at sunset yesterday.” She explained. “In mere minutes, the seal will present itself and we will have control!” Salazar scoffed.
    We? Such innocence, shame that I have to ruin it. Salazar slipped his wand out of his cloak as her back turned to the setting sun.
    “All we have to do is-“She started.
    “Legilimens!” Salazar cried out. The woman choked, falling to her knees. Her hands clawed at her forehead as she tried to fight off the spell as nightmarish images of her past flashed before her eyes.
    “It’s no use!” Salazar jeered. “The sun has almost set, and you will have no choice but to unlock the temple hidden beneath this island!” The woman tried to muster some kind of plea but only raspy gasps escaped her lips. Keeping his wand focused on the girl Salazar walked toward her. He took one lock of her soaked hair in her hand, twiddling with it between his fingers.
    “You were a fool to think that I could love someone like you, a naïve little girl desperate for attention. Locked up in a tower because of a prophecy her family feared would bring the destruction of their beloved island temple.” He spat on her face. “Your circumstances are cliché if anything.” He released her hair and looked toward the setting sun. “Your family does not deserve such a great gift. Soon an army greater than any magic will be at my command, and I will rid this world of the pestilence of mudblood witches and wizards who dare to call themselves worthy of the magic they wield!” Salazar’s laugh echoed throughout the jungle scattering a few birds.
    The sun was only seconds away from fully setting when all of a sudden a flash of bright red light zoomed through the jungle, hitting the woman square in the chest.
    “What?!” Salazar cried. He turned to see the woman’s chest was torn open with a waterfall of blood pouring out of the cavity. He rushed to her side, desperately trying to close the wound with a spell. Before the first incantation could be spoken a charge of energy threw Salazar back. He looked at the woman with horror.
    “You…will…NOT HAVE MY ISLAND!” She screeched. The blood poured out of her chest profusely as her blue eyes faded to gray. The woman was dead. The earth beneath began to rumble until cracks formed along the surface. Animals scattered every which way paying no attention to the massacre they passed.
    “No…” Salazar gasped. “No…NO HOW COULD I FAIL?!” He wailed, but the only response he received was a sinkhole swallowing him whole. Salazar fell for what seemed like a bottomless pit as the image of the island above him gradually shrunk. Had it not been for his lightning speed casting, he would not have apparated in time before crashing at the bottom of the hole.