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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 was pretty sure he’d done something to anger the Founder of his house. Throughout breakfast, Godric had sent glares his way and a couple of times, he’d caught the man fingering his wand as if he was fighting himself on whether or not to hex Harry. He tried to shrug it off, but it unsettled him. Picking at the oatmeal in his bowl, Harry glanced over at Godric once more. Apparently that was the last straw for the man.

Godric raised his wand minutely after making sure that Salazar’s attention was somewhere else. With a flick, he sent a hex flying at Harry. Before Harry could duck or cast a Protego, he was hit and he went flying back in his chair. The next thing he knew, Salazar was standing there, growling at Godric and it seemed as though he was a million times taller. Harry opened his mouth to speak, but all that came out was a croak. Godric had turned him into a frog!

“Godric what is the meaning of this?” Rowena kept her voice level as she stood between Godric and Salazar.

“He’s obviously confounded Salazar. Have you ever known him to show concern over another person’s welfare if that person had nothing to offer him? Slytherins don’t do that. Slytherins only care about people if they can be of service to them. That boy has put a spell on him to make him care. I won’t stand for one of my friends being attacked like that! He’s lucky I only turned him into a frog!”

Helga stood from the table and picked Harry up, shaking her head sadly. “There is no spell, Godric. Salazar has found something that most witches and wizards can only dream of. True love. And you’ve attacked it. You’ll be lucky if the man doesn’t kill you and that will only happen because his love has a gentle heart, not a heart for vengeance. You are a fool, Godric Gryffindor. A blind fool.”

Helga handed Harry to Salazar, telling him the spell that would reverse his transformation and stepping back to watch as he healed his mate. Once Harry was human again, Salazar gathered him in his arms, running his hands down his chest, sides, and back to ensure that he was not injured. When he was sure that Harry was safe, he buried his nose in the boy’s hair.

“Salazar, please allow Harry some room to breathe. As he was the one attacked, I feel he should determine what we do with Godric.”

Salazar pulled away slightly, turning the boy around in his arms to face Rowena and nodding, one hand still wrapped protectively around Harry’s middle.

“Harry, what would you like to do to Godric as a punishment for attacking you?”

“I don’t want to punish him, sir. He thought he was protecting you. He was being a Gryffindor, blind in his loyalty. I cannot fault him that. But he owes you an apology for what he said about you. I’ve known quite a few members of your House in my time, and he’s wrong. Not all Slytherins are that selfish, and especially not you. I want him to apologize to you.”

Salazar blinked down at him and nodded slowly. “He does not want to punish Godric for hexing him because he says that he was being a Gryffindor, and that the action was one he should have anticipated. But he wants Godric to apologize to me for the slander against my House. He has known some Slytherins who were not selfish in their ambition, and he says that I am one.”

Rowena smiled fondly at Harry before turning back to Godric. “Apologize.” The tone of her voice left no room for argument, but Godric failed to pick up on it.

“There’s no such thing as an unselfish Slytherin, and if there is, I’d like to meet one,” he scoffed.

Harry broke free of Salazar’s grasp and waked over to Godric, extending his hand.

“Hello, sir. I’m Harry Potter, a Slytherin and champion of the light.”

Godric looked up, confused, and Salazar burst into laughter. “Oh Little Speaker, you do so delight me.”

“Tell him what I said, Salazar. And tell him that I am also a Gryffindor and the only wizard known to have survived the Killing Curse, just in case he gets any more ideas of attacking me.”

Salazar laughed once more before sobering and turning to Godric. “My little one says to introduce himself to you properly. He is Harry Potter, a Slytherin and champion of the light. He is also a Gryffindor and the only known survivor of the Killing Curse, in case you get any ideas.”

Godric sputtered. “I don’t believe him. Someone like him would never be in my House!”

Harry looked up at Godric with sad eyes before turning to Salazar.

“Has he charmed the hat?”

Salazar nodded.

“Call it. It will tell the truth.”

Salazar raised his wand and summoned the hat, watching as Harry put it on and instructed it to speak out loud so that they could all hear.

“Unusual. I sense that I shall deal with you at some point in the future. You are quite a character. Plenty of courage, not a bad mind, and a thirst to prove yourself. Ah, I see you’ve heard me say those words before. Very well, I see that I must inform these wizards of where you belong. Oh? You have no arguments for me this time, how wonderful of you.” The hat paused. “SLYTHERIN” it paused again, “and GRYFFINDOR.”

Harry removed the hat and looked at the gobstruck look on Godric’s face. Taking a deep breath and concentrating, as though it was a struggle for him, he approached the man again and held out his hand.

“I- told- you- sir.” The words were formed slowly, as though he was speaking English for the first time, though he knew that he had the ability. He couldn’t understand why his magic was blocking it, but he wasn’t going to push it.

Godric shook his hand, still looking a bit perplexed. “I apologize. I tend to be rash in my loyalty to my friends.”

Harry laughed and looked up at him, green eyes twinkling. “You remind me very much of my own best friend. He too is loyal to a fault. Well, I think he is.”

Godric didn’t know if he was supposed to be flattered by that or concerned as to why the boy had reason to doubt his best friend. Before he could decide, Salazar made the decision for him.

“Little one, why do you doubt your friend?”

Harry looked over at him and smiled sadly, pulling back his hair to reveal his scar again. “When he met me, the first thing he wanted was to see my scar. To see the thing that made me famous for something I had no knowledge of. He saw the scar first, not Harry.”

Salazar quickly picked him up, one hand underneath his thighs and the other stroking his back. “My little one I do apologize. No one should ever treat you as though you only matter because of fame. Fame is fleeting. You matter to me. You matter because you are Harry, because you live, and because you make me feel.”

Harry burrowed his head into Salazar’s neck and the man could feel tears hitting his skin. He let his love cry, rubbing soothing circles on his back and glaring at Godric when the man pretended to gag. He knew that the emotions of this breakfast were probably going to exhaust Harry, so he excused them, carrying Harry to his personal chambers and laying him out on the settee.
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