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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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“Professor Dumbledore! Sir, now that Potter is gone, when do we get our money?”

Hermione Granger and Ronald Weasley crowded into Dumbledore’s office, not even bothering to knock on his door. They knew that they would be admitted.

“Yes, when do we get our rewards for putting up with the pompous prat?”

Dumbledore chuckled and looked at the children. “Patience, young ones. You must first appear to be mourning the loss of your best friend. Then we will worry about the money. As his magical guardian, I am sure that the Gringotts goblins will be contacting me soon. Do not worry, you will receive your money.”

Hermione nodded seriously and put her hand on Ronald’s arm. “Are we going to speak to the press, sir?”

Dumbledore nodded, “Yes I imagine that our Miss Skeeter will want to hear all about how you will miss your beloved friend.”

Dumbledore waved his hand at the two Gryffindors in clear dismissal.

Around Harry, the Founders sat in absolute silence. Finally, Helga cleared her throat.

“Well, I believe that it is time for us to head to supper, is it not? Harry, dear, would you like to join us or would you rather stay here?”

Harry pushed himself up, breaking the hold Salazar had on him. “I would like to dine with you, if that’s alright.” He slowly got to his feet, gasping right before he felt his knees buckle.

Salazar caught Harry, sweeping one arm under his legs. “You’re magically exhausted. Walking will be quite a challenge until you have fully rested. I will carry you if you insist on eating in the Great Hall.”

Harry blushed and wrapped an arm around Salazar’s neck. “Yes please. I don’t want to be a bother, but I would like to eat with everyone else.”

Salazar turned to the other founders and gestured that they should precede him out the door. As they left, he tightened his hold on Harry and looked down into the boy’s eyes.

“Should you feel like you are falling asleep, you are to tell me immediately. I will not have you exhausting yourself further.”

Harry nodded to show his understanding, his head shyly resting against Salazar’s chest. “Thank you. I don’t mean to be so much work.”

Salazar growled faintly and drew Harry’s gaze to his face. “You are not a bother, you are not causing me an undue amount of work. Stop thinking so poorly of yourself. I promise you, if I did not wish to help you, Godric would be carrying you. It is my pleasure to help you, Little Speaker.”

“Even though I’m not a pureblood?”

“What makes you think your blood status matters to me?”

Harry bit his lip again, “I read that you were the Founder who was most against half-bloods and muggleborns. I’m a half-blood.”

Salazar stopped walking and set the boy down, carefully supporting his weight with one arm. His free hand went up to pull Harry’s chin up, ensuring that the boy could not look away from him.

“Until you told your story, I merely thought that all magical children should be raised in a magical family, not Muggle. The Muggles have persecuted us far too often for me to trust them. But you are right, I do now dislike the blood of the people who have so injured you. It is not your fault though. The Muggles who so drastically harmed you are to blame, Little Speaker. Anyone willing to harm one such as you does not deserve to live.”

Salazar bent down and brushed a ghost of a kiss against the lips below his. The boy was so appealing to him, although he couldn’t fathom why. A discreet cough broke him away before he could properly kiss Harry. He straightened and swept the boy back into his arms, nodding at Godric as he passed him.

They entered the Great Hall and Salazar strode to the head table, setting Harry down on his left side and drawing the boy closer to him with his arm. As the food appeared, he dished small amounts of everything onto Harry’s plate, making sure that the boy would be eating properly.

The conversations around them were mundane and Salazar listened to them with half of his attention, as he made sure Harry ate his food. When Helga politely put a hand on his arm, he turned to her and raised an eyebrow.

“Anything I can assist you with, Lady Hufflepuff?”

“Salazar, have you considered that only your relatives can speak your snake language? Should you not ask the boy if he’s related to you before you allow yourself to get attached.”

Salazar sneered; hating that Helga had a valid point. The boy could very well be his descendent and if that was so, he could not pursue the attraction he was feeling. He turned back to Harry, prepared to ask his question.

Without looking up, Harry answered before he could voice his query. “As far as I know, we have no relation. The man who killed my parents was your heir. When he cursed me, some of his powers were gifted to me. Kissing me was not incestuous.”

Salazar was impressed that the boy answered before he had even asked the question but hearing that his heir, his own descendent had tried to kill this wonderful creature angered him.

“My heir is the reason for your suffering? I assure you, Harry, that I will ensure that I do not procreate if only to stop you from suffering.”

Harry shook his head and looked up at him sadly. “You cannot do that Salazar. Besides, he isn’t your direct descendent. He’s your sister’s. But please, do not attempt to change the future because I had a harsh childhood. Many people go through far worse than I did and come out just fine.”

Salazar reluctantly agreed not to change anything, if only to keep Harry happy. Inside, he was angered beyond belief that someone who dared call him or herself a Slytherin would raise a hand against a child. Regardless of what his heir’s goal was, the man was wrong to attempt to kill Harry. If he could change the future without alerting Harry to his intentions, he would, regardless of a promise.

In the dilapidated Riddle Manor, Lord Voldemort slept peacefully, not feeling as his magic changed and took away his ability to speak to snakes. As he slept, an owl from Gringotts was headed his direction, informing him of his loss of status as he became another normal Wizarding citizen, losing his title as heir of the house of Slytherin.

A/N:

Lillai: I am beyond flattered that you created an account just so you could review this story. You have no idea how much that means to me.

Leowardelf: I am usually in the same predicament as you. I don't much enjoy the stories about Harry going back in time, but sometimes, they're fun to read. I'm striving to make this one as interesting as well as historically accurate as I possibly can. I promise that in forthcoming chapters there will be an explanation as to why Harry cannot speak anything but Parseltongue as well as why Salazar has become so attached to him. All good things to those who wait.

And now, dear readers I leave it up to you to decide if MPREG will be in this story or not. If so, then it will take a very interesting spin that has not developed yet. If not, it will still remain interesting. Please, leave your opinion on that, even if you do not comment on anything else.
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