[fanfiction] BTH Chapter One
Behind That Hate
Title: Behind That Hate
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Godric /Salazar
Raiting: PG for now
Summary: A thousand years ago Hogwarts was founded. There were four founders. Three founders worked together, one did not. Everyone knows this. But what exactly happened then? Why did Godric and Salazar hate each other?
Author's Note: I wrote this a couple of years back in my mother tongue, but then before I finished it I accidentally deleted the whole thing, so I started writing it again, this time in English. I hope I get to complete it this time.
Word count: 1 634
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
1 . How They Met
30 August, 979
I landed hard on my feet, staggered a bit, lost my balance and rolled down in the near-by gutter. After me flew an old, tattered boot which missed my by inches. Actually, with my luck it's a wonder it missed me at all.
Just when I was popping my joints back in their respectful places and checking my back for any dislocations - you never know - I heard a most unpleasant voice behind me.
''Can't travel with a portkey, can we?'' A young boy, about my age was smirking at me.
Great, right? I wasn't in my new school even a minute and I already wished I hadn't left home. Why was I here again when I had great tutors ready for my every whim? Now I'm going to have to study with a bunch of immature, rude brats whose life's pleasure will be my humiliation. Oh that's right, to 'harden my character' as Mother had so eloquently put. Or something along those lines. Mother did say it's my privilege going to a prestigious school with kids my age. That I'm not one of those children who are taught by their parents, what with my parents being all high and mighty. No, that's what the tutor was for. But apparently now it's time to go to the big boy's school.
Hmm, maybe it would be best not to get an enemy the first day here. No deep the temptation to curse this smirking brat is.
''I slipped!'' I growled, trying to keep my voice under control. ''I can use the portkey just fine otherwise.''
The brat's smirk got wider and nastier. ''If you say so. I assume you're the new student?''
I nodded shortly and offered my hand. ''I'm Godric,'' I tried to say as nicely as possible.
His grey eyes narrowed suspiciously, probably thinking I was up to something., before he reluctantly shook my hand: ''Salazar.''
Now, why did everything about him piss me off? It was like he was the exact opposite of me. His hair was darker than midnight, long and thin, while mine was bright reddish, short and always sticking in every direction. Unlike his hair, he had a fair complexion in contrast to my tan and his eyes were a cold shade of grayish blue in comparison to my warm brown ones. We were both a bit on the scrawny side but I noted with pleasure that I was taller than him.
As he released my hand, there was a loud noise behind us as if someone cracked a whip and my mother gracefully stepped towards me. How is it fair that she sent me by portkey and Apparated herself. In short: it isn't.
''Come sweety, we're signing you up so you can meet your new classmates as soon as possible.'' Her voice, as always, allowed no argument. ''What's this,'' she looked over me and noticed the brunette, '' have you already made a friend?''
Before I could open my mouth, Salazar bowed down: ''Your son seems very ... fascinating, Mrs. …''
''Gryffindor,'' my mother smiled at him, impressed. ''Thyrana Gryffindor.''
''A pleasure to meet you, Mrs Gryffindor. My name is Salazar Slytherin. Shall I accompany you both to the Headmaster's office?''
I could practically see stars in Mother's eyes. ''Oh, if you could be so kind,'' she accepted the offered hand. ''Stick to this young gentleman, Godric, you may learn a thing or two.''
Right, how could I be worried about my new classmates humiliating me, that's Mother's job, of course. She probably didn't even realize what she had done to my reputation. I mournfully waved my dignity good-bye as it died brutally and sadly stepped after Mother and Salazar as they made their way towards the forest engaged in a snobbish conversation.
I cursed silently at the shrubbery that caught my robe and frowned as Mother inquired about Salazar nicer than she ever was to me.
''How come they sent you to collect us?''
''Headmaster is currently busy dealing with an older student so he wishes you to forgive him. And the professors are to return from the summer vacations tomorrow.''
Ha, this boy knew exactly how to impress Mother. Another few minutes and she will be complaining loudly about how she'd rather have him for a son that me. She never did like my rough nature. In our village there were always a lot of kids inviting me for duels, magical or not. The fact that I won most of them didn't stop any of them from coming for more.
As Mother and Salazar's conversation started revolving about this school's reputation I finally lost any interest in listening to them and started to wonder about the whereabouts of the school. He have been walking for solid 10 minutes and the building still wasn't in our sight. Just as I was about to interrupt the overly interesting conversation to ask how much further I finally saw it.
An old, grey castle cropped up before us. There were two towers on each side of the castle and some freaky statues and the roof between them, which somehow made it look more magnificent. Or maybe a bit scary. Not that I would ever show that emotion on my face, that would have surely sealed my fate at staying here. Salazar didn't seem to notice and led us straight towards the creepy castle, through an old wooden door, up the long staircase to the statue of an ancient wizard where he indicated to us to stop. Salazar then reached out with an arm and touched the statue lightly with his fingertips.
At least I was somewhat immune to talking pieces of stone and barely twitched when the statue spoke:
''Password?''
''Merlin's wand under the hat.'' Salazar answered with a straight face.
The old wizard sidestepped to show us a short passage behind him, lit by torches and a door at the end of it. The dark haired boy gave us a nod, before crossing the short distance to the door and knocking three times.
''Enter,'' said a slightly muffled, velvety voice.
The door opened of their own accord and we found ourselves standing in a huge oval room. At first glance, the office looked quite comfortable. On both sides there were large windows covered by heavy, dark purple curtains. There was a thick rug, colored the same as the curtains, starting at our feet and ended beneath a wooden table behind which sat an small, wrinkled wizard, softly smiling at us.
''Mrs Gryffindor and young Godric, I presume?'' He stood up and walked to us to offer a hand to my mother. ''I trust you had no trouble getting here?''
''None what so ever, Mister Brighteen,'' Mother smiled. ''And we had a pleasure to meet this charming young man. I have absolutely no complaints,'' she laughed, delightedly. ''But back to business, what do I have to sign before I can leave my son in your care?''
''Oh, nothing much, ma'am, if you could only…''
I tuned out the rest of their conversation and turned my attention to Salazar who was watching me intently.
''How much magic have learnt so far? Do you even know anything?''
His questions didn't surprise me. Of course he would want to know if I'm some hepless mummy's boy. Well tough luck for him. ''I had a private tutor.'' Several actually, since none could stand me for long. ''And I learnt how to duel with friends.''
''Wizarding ?''
''Yeah.'' But I could kick your arse the muggle way too. ''Do you know how to duel?''
''Of course.'' Ah, here's that nasty smirk., I was beginning to wonder where it was hiding. Although I have to say it didn't really compliment his otherwise pretty face. Maybe he should try another kind of smile sometimes. ''I've beaten much older and more experienced wizards than myself, since I had a tutor too.'' Gloating, people, pure and unbridled gloating. ''Hey,'' he said suddenly as if he had just remembered an important thing, ''how old are you, anyway?''
I frowned. ''13. Aren't all who start this school 13 years old?''
Salazar shook his head. ''Not necessarily. I was here started here last year when I was 12 and I know girl who been here 2 years already and is now our age too.''
So he's 13 like me?
''But are sure you're 13?'' he eyed me suspiciously. ''You look younger.''
Bastard.
I bristled with anger. '' If I say I'm 13, I'm bloody 13. I'm even taller than you.'' That's an important fact, after all.
''Height has little to do with age,'' he said smugly. ''You still look younger. But if you say so…'' He suddenly looked bored.
Oh the nerve…
''Well, good-bye, Godric.'' It seemed Mother was done. She passed me a big bag she just got out of nowhere: ''Here are your thing. If I have forgotten to pack you anything,'' which meant if the maid forgotten to pack everything, '' send me an owl, okay? And you've got your wand, right? Okay, than have fun and be on your best behavior.'' She gave me a quick hug to accompany her words, turned on her hell and disappeared before I said my good-bye. Oh well.
''Well, young Godric,'' the headmaster turned his attention to me, ''there are some rules you'll need to abide while staying here, but I think young Salazar can fill you in?'' At Salazar's nod he continued. ''He will be your classmate as well as your roommate so try and get along. And Salazar, please try to make your new friend fell as comfortably as possible. Now, I know you're tired so Salazar, please show him the way to your bedroom,'' he dismissed us and with one last bow we left his office.
Title: Behind That Hate
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Godric /Salazar
Raiting: PG for now
Summary: A thousand years ago Hogwarts was founded. There were four founders. Three founders worked together, one did not. Everyone knows this. But what exactly happened then? Why did Godric and Salazar hate each other?
Author's Note: I wrote this a couple of years back in my mother tongue, but then before I finished it I accidentally deleted the whole thing, so I started writing it again, this time in English. I hope I get to complete it this time.
Word count: 1 634
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
1 . How They Met
30 August, 979
I landed hard on my feet, staggered a bit, lost my balance and rolled down in the near-by gutter. After me flew an old, tattered boot which missed my by inches. Actually, with my luck it's a wonder it missed me at all.
Just when I was popping my joints back in their respectful places and checking my back for any dislocations - you never know - I heard a most unpleasant voice behind me.
''Can't travel with a portkey, can we?'' A young boy, about my age was smirking at me.
Great, right? I wasn't in my new school even a minute and I already wished I hadn't left home. Why was I here again when I had great tutors ready for my every whim? Now I'm going to have to study with a bunch of immature, rude brats whose life's pleasure will be my humiliation. Oh that's right, to 'harden my character' as Mother had so eloquently put. Or something along those lines. Mother did say it's my privilege going to a prestigious school with kids my age. That I'm not one of those children who are taught by their parents, what with my parents being all high and mighty. No, that's what the tutor was for. But apparently now it's time to go to the big boy's school.
Hmm, maybe it would be best not to get an enemy the first day here. No deep the temptation to curse this smirking brat is.
''I slipped!'' I growled, trying to keep my voice under control. ''I can use the portkey just fine otherwise.''
The brat's smirk got wider and nastier. ''If you say so. I assume you're the new student?''
I nodded shortly and offered my hand. ''I'm Godric,'' I tried to say as nicely as possible.
His grey eyes narrowed suspiciously, probably thinking I was up to something., before he reluctantly shook my hand: ''Salazar.''
Now, why did everything about him piss me off? It was like he was the exact opposite of me. His hair was darker than midnight, long and thin, while mine was bright reddish, short and always sticking in every direction. Unlike his hair, he had a fair complexion in contrast to my tan and his eyes were a cold shade of grayish blue in comparison to my warm brown ones. We were both a bit on the scrawny side but I noted with pleasure that I was taller than him.
As he released my hand, there was a loud noise behind us as if someone cracked a whip and my mother gracefully stepped towards me. How is it fair that she sent me by portkey and Apparated herself. In short: it isn't.
''Come sweety, we're signing you up so you can meet your new classmates as soon as possible.'' Her voice, as always, allowed no argument. ''What's this,'' she looked over me and noticed the brunette, '' have you already made a friend?''
Before I could open my mouth, Salazar bowed down: ''Your son seems very ... fascinating, Mrs. …''
''Gryffindor,'' my mother smiled at him, impressed. ''Thyrana Gryffindor.''
''A pleasure to meet you, Mrs Gryffindor. My name is Salazar Slytherin. Shall I accompany you both to the Headmaster's office?''
I could practically see stars in Mother's eyes. ''Oh, if you could be so kind,'' she accepted the offered hand. ''Stick to this young gentleman, Godric, you may learn a thing or two.''
Right, how could I be worried about my new classmates humiliating me, that's Mother's job, of course. She probably didn't even realize what she had done to my reputation. I mournfully waved my dignity good-bye as it died brutally and sadly stepped after Mother and Salazar as they made their way towards the forest engaged in a snobbish conversation.
I cursed silently at the shrubbery that caught my robe and frowned as Mother inquired about Salazar nicer than she ever was to me.
''How come they sent you to collect us?''
''Headmaster is currently busy dealing with an older student so he wishes you to forgive him. And the professors are to return from the summer vacations tomorrow.''
Ha, this boy knew exactly how to impress Mother. Another few minutes and she will be complaining loudly about how she'd rather have him for a son that me. She never did like my rough nature. In our village there were always a lot of kids inviting me for duels, magical or not. The fact that I won most of them didn't stop any of them from coming for more.
As Mother and Salazar's conversation started revolving about this school's reputation I finally lost any interest in listening to them and started to wonder about the whereabouts of the school. He have been walking for solid 10 minutes and the building still wasn't in our sight. Just as I was about to interrupt the overly interesting conversation to ask how much further I finally saw it.
An old, grey castle cropped up before us. There were two towers on each side of the castle and some freaky statues and the roof between them, which somehow made it look more magnificent. Or maybe a bit scary. Not that I would ever show that emotion on my face, that would have surely sealed my fate at staying here. Salazar didn't seem to notice and led us straight towards the creepy castle, through an old wooden door, up the long staircase to the statue of an ancient wizard where he indicated to us to stop. Salazar then reached out with an arm and touched the statue lightly with his fingertips.
At least I was somewhat immune to talking pieces of stone and barely twitched when the statue spoke:
''Password?''
''Merlin's wand under the hat.'' Salazar answered with a straight face.
The old wizard sidestepped to show us a short passage behind him, lit by torches and a door at the end of it. The dark haired boy gave us a nod, before crossing the short distance to the door and knocking three times.
''Enter,'' said a slightly muffled, velvety voice.
The door opened of their own accord and we found ourselves standing in a huge oval room. At first glance, the office looked quite comfortable. On both sides there were large windows covered by heavy, dark purple curtains. There was a thick rug, colored the same as the curtains, starting at our feet and ended beneath a wooden table behind which sat an small, wrinkled wizard, softly smiling at us.
''Mrs Gryffindor and young Godric, I presume?'' He stood up and walked to us to offer a hand to my mother. ''I trust you had no trouble getting here?''
''None what so ever, Mister Brighteen,'' Mother smiled. ''And we had a pleasure to meet this charming young man. I have absolutely no complaints,'' she laughed, delightedly. ''But back to business, what do I have to sign before I can leave my son in your care?''
''Oh, nothing much, ma'am, if you could only…''
I tuned out the rest of their conversation and turned my attention to Salazar who was watching me intently.
''How much magic have learnt so far? Do you even know anything?''
His questions didn't surprise me. Of course he would want to know if I'm some hepless mummy's boy. Well tough luck for him. ''I had a private tutor.'' Several actually, since none could stand me for long. ''And I learnt how to duel with friends.''
''Wizarding ?''
''Yeah.'' But I could kick your arse the muggle way too. ''Do you know how to duel?''
''Of course.'' Ah, here's that nasty smirk., I was beginning to wonder where it was hiding. Although I have to say it didn't really compliment his otherwise pretty face. Maybe he should try another kind of smile sometimes. ''I've beaten much older and more experienced wizards than myself, since I had a tutor too.'' Gloating, people, pure and unbridled gloating. ''Hey,'' he said suddenly as if he had just remembered an important thing, ''how old are you, anyway?''
I frowned. ''13. Aren't all who start this school 13 years old?''
Salazar shook his head. ''Not necessarily. I was here started here last year when I was 12 and I know girl who been here 2 years already and is now our age too.''
So he's 13 like me?
''But are sure you're 13?'' he eyed me suspiciously. ''You look younger.''
Bastard.
I bristled with anger. '' If I say I'm 13, I'm bloody 13. I'm even taller than you.'' That's an important fact, after all.
''Height has little to do with age,'' he said smugly. ''You still look younger. But if you say so…'' He suddenly looked bored.
Oh the nerve…
''Well, good-bye, Godric.'' It seemed Mother was done. She passed me a big bag she just got out of nowhere: ''Here are your thing. If I have forgotten to pack you anything,'' which meant if the maid forgotten to pack everything, '' send me an owl, okay? And you've got your wand, right? Okay, than have fun and be on your best behavior.'' She gave me a quick hug to accompany her words, turned on her hell and disappeared before I said my good-bye. Oh well.
''Well, young Godric,'' the headmaster turned his attention to me, ''there are some rules you'll need to abide while staying here, but I think young Salazar can fill you in?'' At Salazar's nod he continued. ''He will be your classmate as well as your roommate so try and get along. And Salazar, please try to make your new friend fell as comfortably as possible. Now, I know you're tired so Salazar, please show him the way to your bedroom,'' he dismissed us and with one last bow we left his office.