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Fic: Salazar Slytherin Chapter 1: Who am I?
Title: Salazar Slytherin
Author: Sirei
Translator: Part-Time Irish
Rating: Mature
Pairing: Harry Potter/Severus Snape, Salazar Slytherin/OC, Helga Hufflepuff/Rowena Ravenclaw
Spoilers: Some general things from the books
Summary: A Harry is Salazar story. Starts with PS and is supposed to go through the other books, but the author abanodoned it.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is owned by J.K. Rowling.

Notes: My first translation project.



Chapter One: Who am I?

Salazar Slytherin. A name that is not only adored and revered in our School but also feared and cursed.

Since my eleventh birthday my life has turned to ruins. Firstly I had to learn that everything my relatives had ever told me was nothing but lies, that the scar on my forehead was not from a car accident but inflicted by a mad wizard who had tried to kill me when I was a baby.

It was also shocking to find out that the forbidden word existed and what the reason for being forbidden was: Magic.

Hagrid, Rubeus Hagrid to be accurate, brought me to Diagon Alley, where I got my first experience of today's magical world. Yes, I mean todays magical world as I recovered all my memories shortly after Hagrid rescued me.

Even those of my death, suicide, actually, and of my whole earlier life. I really had to pay attention to answer to the name Harry and not to demand that my name was Salazar.

As Hagrid left me alone in Madam Malkin's shop I could chat undisturbed with the boy next to me. Draco Malfoy was indeed a bit arrogant and pompous but Godric had always been like that and would always be like that.

I found it very amusing that Godric Gryffindor detested his own house in Hogwarts so much, but one had to say that it differed immensely from his immagination.

The biography Hogwarts: A History I found especially amusing. The so-called facts were in truth nothing more but romantic lies and falsehoods that had assembled through the ages.

Had Godric and I been fighting? Forever! We both loved to show our different opinions. Our fights had broken many things when we were younger.

Had I been kicked out of Hogwarts or had I even left by my own choice? No, never. My death like the most time of my not very long life I had spent there. My suicide had been in my Chamber of Secrets, where I also had left my favourite pet to defend the school and my secrets.

Please, why should I give a secret room under the school such a cheesy name when I did not want my progeny to become aware of the existence of these secrets?

The punch line of my current existence as Harry Potter is that I am my own descendant. Maybe the gods chose this because I otherwise would not have the special skills of my family and therefore never be able to fight the man who claimed to be my heir.

How do I know that he is not? Easy: if he was, he'd never started this stupid war. – Now don't take it the wrong way, I am not saying that he would not have become a Dark Wizard, or even a Dark Lord.

What I mean is that he would have never started a war without having the full facts and never would have been incapacitated temporarily because of a stupid prophecy. Also he would have known, as one of the descendants, what a part of his future looked like, as Slytherins from my line had the ability to have a look on one important part of their future as soon as they turned eleven, unlike those of my brother or a cousin.

That was how Lily Potter saw herself with her young black-haired husband and a Baby, while Harry saw himself in Gryffindor and got all of my memories from the past.

But there is one thing, all Slytherins have in common: they are adamant. Even when they know what will happen they will never relent to fate. Therefore Harry would never believe a prophecy this easily.

Oh, I am sure that I am the only one who could defeat the Dark Lord, but I am not yet sure which Dark Lord the prophecy was talking about as I can see three.

But I'm getting side-tracked. After I have seen the reincarnation of Godric I was sure I would see my other companions again. My wonderful mate, the only one who completes me, my Richard.

I could be sure that my Richard had gotten the same gifts of the gods again, he would once again be a Potions Master. What else with his Romanic nose and his olfactory sense that was ten times as strong as a dog's.

As Harry was outfitted the same, it was no miracle that they both loved and conquered this area. It even was the reason they had got together.

The rest of the day I spent with Hagrid, did he really think it was a privilege to be called by his surname (?), I used to acquire a new library and a luxury trunk with the money I got from Gringott's.

Hagrid told me a bit about the four houses of Hogwarts. I was surprised how much they had changed, and bid farewell to me with the comment that I should board the Hogwarts Express at platform 9 ¾.

Anyway, I was excited to see what my home in the Scottish highlands had in store for me. Would Hogwarts recognize me and could I deceive the headmaster?

We will see but I hope that my first year in Hogwarts will be a success across the board.

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