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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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When Harry woke the next morning, he expected to hear Neville snoring and Ron grumbling about being hungry. Instead, he heard silence. Then he remembered that he was no longer in 1995, he was in the past.

‘I wonder what year it is. I should probably ask Salazar.’

With that thought, he threw his legs over the side of the bed and stood, ecstatic that he could put his weight on his own legs again rather than being carried everywhere. ‘Not that I mind being carried by Salazar.’ He blushed and grabbed one of the robes that Rowena had given him last night.

The robe, very soft wool, was an earthy green like the trees in the Forbidden Forest. It reminded him of fall for some reason. As he shrugged into it, he sighed. He loved the feel of its warmth wrapping around him. He fastened the robe and slowly walked out of his rooms. He shivered in the dungeon air but rather than return to the warmth of his rooms, he went to find Salazar.

“What do you mean that I am no longer Mr. Potter’s magical guardian? Of course I am. If the boy is not dead, he is only fourteen years old. I am his guardian.”

“I apologize, Mr. Dumbledore, but you’re wrong. According to the laws passed in 991, if a magical orphan is left with a non magical family, he or she is in charge of his or her own vaults. It’s signed by the Wizengamot of the time.”

Griphook pushed the law over his desk to show the Headmaster.

“Furthermore, as you have been removing money from the Potter vaults for the past thirteen years, I’m afraid I have no choice but to inform the Ministry that you have been stealing from an Ancient and Noble house. You will need a law wizard, Mr. Dumbledore, and a good one. The law wizard for the Potter family is descendent of Rowena Ravenclaw if I am not mistaken and he has yet to lose a case.”

The goblin gave the Headmaster a look that clearly meant he was dismissed. Dumbledore rose and left the bank, his eyes blazing. He wasn’t sure what Potter had done in the past to change his plans in this way, but when the boy returned, for he was sure that the boy would return, he would make sure that Harry Potter felt a greater pain than any felt by wizards before him.

“Salazar, what in the name of Myrrdid’s white beard are you doing?”

Salazar looked up from where he had been charming a dozen roses to change colors between red, green, blue, and yellow. Godric was staring at him with an incredulous expression.

“What does it look like I’m doing, Godric. I’m preparing for the Crusades, of course.”

Godric snorted at the sarcasm. “Do not get defensive with me, Spaniard. Now, what are you doing?”

Salazar sighed. “If you must know, Godric, I intend to start a courting today.”

“A courting? Surely you cannot mean the young Mr. Potter. He is from another time, Salazar! He doesn’t belong here, doesn’t belong with us!”

“He belongs with me, Godric Gryffindor,” Salazar growled, “And if you insist otherwise, I will have to take it to mean that you are a threat to my Harry and I will remove you.”

Godric threw up his arms, showing that his hands were free of his wand.

“Salazar, what on earth has possessed you to become so protective of the boy? He’s been here less than a day.”

Salazar stood, grabbing a book and thrusting it into Godric’s hands after opening it to the right page. “Read.” He returned to his courting gift, topping off the roses with sprigs of Scottish heather.

As Godric read, his eyebrows raised into his hairline. “You cannot possibly believe that this boy is your true love. He’s here as a fluke, an accident. He does not belong here, Salazar, and he will leave here.”

Salazar approached his friend, his menacing demeanor sending warning bells of in Godric’s head. “Godric Gryffindor, I know that you often mistake being brave for being foolhardy, but I assure you that they are not the same. I suggest you leave my private rooms before you cross the line and I forget that you once saved my back in the Holy Land*. I will not forgive you if you continue to insult Harry. Now, leave and do not return.”

Salazar watched with satisfaction as Godric fled his chambers, the man’s red robes waving behind him. Once Godric was gone, Salazar pointed his wand at the roses and transported them to his love’s rooms, hoping that they would be the first things his Harry saw that morning.

Harry entered the potions lab carefully, trying to catch his breath. Just walking down the hall had taken all of his energy.

“Salazar,” he called out weakly, hoping that Salazar had wards on the room to inform him of the intrusion.

Sure enough, not even a full minute later, Salazar entered the lab, swinging Harry up into his arms before the boy could collapse.

“Harry, what are you doing? You should be resting. Are you hurt?”

Harry shook his head before laying his cheek against Salazar’s shoulder. “I wanted to come see you. I just didn’t think it would take as much energy as it did to walk here. I’m fine, really. Just wanted to see you.”

Salazar bent to press his lips into the boy’s nest of hair. This innocent child was so sweet, wanting to see him for no reason. Before anyone other than Harry could see the softened look in his eye, his mask of indifference returned.

“You are quite ambitious, Little Speaker. I’m flattered. But do not risk your health for a visit. Next time, alert your painting and the snake will come find me. I do not want you to get injured or come to some sort of trouble.”

Harry nodded his agreement.

“Now, let us go and find some breakfast for you. Perhaps if you are feeling up to it, you could accompany me into the forest later? I must speak to the unicorns about acquiring some of their hairs.”

Harry smiled and hugged Salazar quickly before blushing and letting go.

“I would love that, thank you Salazar.”

“Anything for you, my Harry.”

Salazar carried Harry into the Great Hall, politely greeting Rowena and Helga before turning a cold shoulder to Godric. Helga noticed and looked at Rowena in concern, receiving a nod. They would have to speak to Godric and see if he had said something against Salazar’s love interest.

“Harry, Salazar, morning greetings to you. I do hope you are feeling better this morning, Harry.”

Harry nodded at Rowena and smiled.

“Oh that is delightful news. Perhaps, if you and Salazar do not have too much planned for the day, you would like to visit one of the Haunted Places with me?”

Harry looked up at Salazar, confused. “Haunted place?”

“The stone circles of the Druids, precious. They are known to contain a great deal of precious potions ingredients, as well as being one of Rowena’s favorite places to sketch out the many magical buildings she would like to see constructed*.”

Harry nodded. “I would like to go there, if it would not bother you.”

“Of course not. We will accompany Rowena this afternoon.” Salazar turned to Rowena. “Harry and I would be delighted to share your company in the Haunted Place this afternoon, Lady Ravenclaw.”

Rowena smiled at him and bent her head slightly, accepting their companionship.

*Although the Crusades did not happen until 1057, for the point of adding some history to my story, Godric saved Salazar while he was in Israel harvesting some potions ingredients. Some Arab soldiers who did not recognize the strange robes set upon Salazar. Because he was outnumbered so greatly, he could not take them all at once. Godric went in search of his friend to discover what was delaying him and helped him fight off the Arabs. Their trip had nothing to do with the Christian Crusades. It was purely in the interest of gathering rare magical items from Israel.

*According to the Harry Potter wikia, Rowena had an affinity for creating magical floorplans. I am using that and my own love of old Druid sites in my inspiration for the Haunted Places.

cullenandpotterlover84: Don't worry. Harry will come out on top and it will be heavily influenced by Salazar, Rowena, and Helga. Godric won't be as much of a help, but eventually he'll contribute something.

Green_eyed_lover: I'm glad that you appreciate my historical references. I cannot stand when people write historical fiction without actually using anything that was going on in that time, so I do my best to ensure that I am accurate. I'm usually put off by time travel fics because people don't add any of the actual events to their stories. I strive to write my ideal story. I'm glad you appreciated my reference. I'm not sure why I decided it, but Salazar in my mind, looks like Inigo Montoya. Just without the scars. There may or may not be eventual mpreg because I cannot resist an adorably pregnant Harry and because Salazar needs a new heir!
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