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Why Salazar Left	By : Eskimita Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Salazar Views: 25176 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 14
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Harry took a deep breath and leaned back against Salazar, reveling in the warmth of the older wizard. Looking at the other Founders, he began quietly.

“My parents were killed when I was eighteen months old, on All Hallows Eve*. There was a Dark Wizard at the time that wanted very much to rule Wizarding Britain and they were not on his side. My mother died trying to protect me. When he tried to cast the Killing Curse on me, it sort of bounced back and hit him. After that, Headmaster Dumbledore, the Headmaster in my time, took me to my mother’s Muggle sister to be raised. He left me in a basket on their doorstep.”

As Harry told about the Killing Curse bouncing off of him, he brushed the hair from his forehead, revealing the lightning bolt scar. Salazar traced it lightly with one finger, his grey eyes penetrating Harry’s green. Once he had finished translating this first part of Harry’s story, he gestured for the boy to continue, wrapping one arm around his chest.

“My aunt didn’t like magic. As far as I could figure out, she was jealous when my mother came to Hogwarts and she was told that she couldn’t. She thought it made my mother more special than she was so she was jealous. Her husband didn’t like anything that didn’t fit into his definition of normal and magic was not normal. When they discovered me on the doorstep with nothing but a letter saying that my parents had been killed, they were angry. I lived in a cupboard under the stairs for the first ten years that I lived with them. When I outgrew my basket- I think I was four- they gave me a camper cot and a ratty blanket. Around the same time, my uncle decided that I was old enough to do chores and my aunt started teaching me to cook. But they weren’t patient. They expected perfection and I- I was only four.”

Harry’s eyes brimmed with unshed tears as he held up his hands, showing the burn marks on his fingertips.

“My uncle burnt me every time I made something wrong. It hurt so badly. When I started to learn how to write, I could barely hold the pen because my fingertips were so sensitive. After I turned six, I think, I was expected to clean the house. Each day, my aunt would leave a list of chores for me to do and a pair of my cousin’s ratty old clothes for me to wear. He was only a month older than me, but his clothes must have been three or four times my size. I could never properly keep them on. Every day I would work as hard as I could, trying to complete all the chores so that I could eat. They only fed me if I finished all my chores or if Dudley, my cousin, left some food after he was finished.”

Salazar translated this part with a trace of anger in his voice. The very idea that a Muggle would dare harm a wizard in such a manner was abhorrent to him. He looked over at Godric and glared, trying to get the other wizard to see his side of things. Godric smiled at him sadly.

“Not all Muggles are like that, Salazar. You cannot base whom we should allow in our school on their heritage. Now, allow the boy to continue his story.”

Salazar growled at the other Founder and looked down at Harry.

“Continue, Little Speaker. Mayhaps the rest of your story, as dreadful as it is, will convince my friend.”

“I doubt it. I know his type.” Harry laughed ruefully. Godric Gryffindor was just like Ron. “I only started attending a Muggle school because a neighbor had seen me peek out a window during the day and had reported it to the authorities. They forced my uncle to enroll me in school. Dudley was worse at school than he was at home. At home, he only kept food away from me. At school, he was awful. He convinced his gang of friends to help him beat me and told the other students that if they tried to help me, he would kill them. No one would talk to me. One day, I ran away from him and his friends and accidentally apparated myself to the school roof. When my uncle picked me up, he was furious. That was the first time he broke any of my bones. He broke my leg so that I couldn’t run away from Dudley anymore and laughed while Dudley kicked my face over and over.”

Helga interrupted Salazar’s translation.

“Did he say he apparated at such a young age?”

Harry nodded.

“Young man, accidental apparation is very rare. Not even Myrrdin showed signs of it without proper training.”

Harry shrugged, not really caring if it made him special.

“Every time I performed accidental magic, my uncle would beat me. On my cousin’s eleventh birthday, I accidentally spoke to a snake at the zoo. I thought my uncle would kill me. I didn’t even know I could speak to snakes until then because I had never seen one before. When I got my Hogwarts letter, my uncle moved me into my cousin’s second bedroom so that the wizards wouldn’t think I was being abused. I learned about magic for the first time when I was taken to Diagon Alley to buy my supplies. I didn’t know anything. And people were crowding around me, staring at my scar, acting like I was a hero. I guess when the Killing Curse bounced off of me, it ended a really bad war, but I didn’t know anything. I was so scared.”

Salazar gathered the boy closer to him, whispering into his hair.

“Your life should not have been like that, Little Speaker. It should have been so different. I cannot believe that the wizards in your time allowed you to suffer like that. I swear that you will have your justice.”

Harry nodded shakily and looked at the other Founders.

“Going to Hogwarts did not make things much better. There was so much danger. My first year, I fought a troll and killed a man. My second year-“ Harry paused and looked at Salazar, “I cannot continue or you may change what you do in the future. I will not be the reason that the future changes. Please, just tell them that I almost died every year, and this year was perhaps the worst. Tell them that my Headmaster allowed me to participate in a Tournament that I am too young for and a dragon almost killed me. Please, don’t make me tell them more.”

Salazar nodded and translated the end of Harry’s story. Helga had tears streaming down her face and she moved towards the boy.

“Oh you poor dear. You poor child.”

She went to gather Harry in her arms, but was stopped when Salazar growled at her and Harry shrank back in the man’s arms.

“Helga, do not touch him. No one touches him but me.”

Helga nodded and returned to her seat. The four Founders sat in silence, all of them looking at the boy in Salazar’s arms as Harry cried in remembrance of the pain he had faced.

*I realize that All Hallows Eve is not historically correct for the 900s but Harry has not learned about Wizarding England and their traditions yet so he is not aware of that. He was using the name that he thought was most accurate.
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