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I need more Salric, so I'm writing Part II

(English is not my mother language so beware :D And this are only shorts and moment for an AU. Also I can't decide which turn to take in the second year. This is just one of two xD)

In his second year Godric was sure he could hold his promise he made to himself. Never get other students involved in any dangers around himself. He still saw how Ron got hurt last school year, because he couldn’t stop them to help him. It would be hard, because they were his friends and he could understand that they wanted to help him. But he was an adult - at least in mind - and he had more experience - thanks to his life before - than them, so he should not involve them in his mission to help Hogwarts.

And he knew Hogwarts was in need of his help. He still couldn’t believe how some professors were still in Hogwarts and teaching! Professor Binns was a ghost and every student slept in his lessons. Even Hermione said it was difficult to stay awake! And Defensive against the dark arts? Every year there was a new teacher in this subject and everyone was teaching what they thought was the right learning stuff. There was no guideline in this subject. It was his second year and he still thought they should have learned more in their first year. And now there was this Professor Lockhart who was incompetent and a fraud. Really, what did they do when they hired a new professor?!

Godric was frustrated with this. When they found Hogwarts, they wanted their students to receive the best education possible and not… this!

But still… Even if the education in Hogwarts - and how the professors treat their students - could be improved, he was sure it was not the reason why the spell to reborn him was activated at this time. Could it be Voldemort? Maybe, but maybe because there were more than he had seen so far. Well, he might find out this year.

~~~

This has to be a joke. It has to be. “Well you could be.”

Godric wanted to laugh, but Hermione was right. He didn’t really know if the Potters were descended from Slytherin. It would be really ironic if he was reborn as an heir of Slytherin. Salazar would laugh at that and be delighted. It would be… nice to have at least one connection to him in this life. But he didn’t open the chamber. That he could speak Parseltongue… Well could be because he was an Horcrux of Voldemort and he was sure that at least Voldemort was a Parseltongue. Well he could try a spell which would show him, if he would be a descendent of Salazar. He only needed something from Salazar and he was in Hogwarts. Salazar lived thousands of years ago, but his magic was still running through Hogwarts and it could be used for this spell. In the night he channeled the magic of his younger magic to cast the spell. Salazar's magic came through Hogwarts. The magic touched but never connected. So he wasn’t a descendant of Salazar.

Godric sighed and lied down, thinking. So, at least he wasn’t Salazar's heir.

But because he could speak Parseltongue he should go into it and ask Sahlia what happened. He should have done this in his first year, but he didn’t know how to reach the chamber without alerting someone. Because he knew that in the office of the headmaster was an entrance which could be opened by any founder. Every other entrance could only be opened with the language of the serpents. He was sure that it wasn’t Sahlia - Salazar’s basilisk - who was the culprit. She was at Hogwarts to protect the students should all other defenses fall. So why should she hunt others now and turn them into stone? A basilisk could be only claimed and tamed by one person in their life.

So McGonagall's claim that the 'monster' could only be controlled by the Slytherin heir was invalid. A basilisk could be tamed by every Parseltongue as long as it wasn’t already claimed. Maybe Sahlia wasn’t alone? It could be.

Well he would only find out, if he would ask, right?

~~~

He had been blind, weak and incompetent. Godric hissed as the pain went through his nerves. He could only watch helplessly as the daughter of Salazar’s basilisk cried out in pain and died. The poison was already in his body and weakened him quicker than his two magic cores who tried to destroy the other. He would die here… But before… he had to rescue the youngest Weasly. With his last strength he walked to her, ignored the young version of Voldemort and looked at the diary.

As soon as he had held the diary he knew what it was. An horcrux like him. He wasn’t fooled when Tom showed him what he wanted him to see. Hagrid couldn’t even speak Parseltongue and a spider as a ‘monster’. Pathetic.

But he thought he could find out a little bit more about Tom, about Voldemort but then someone stole the diary and he didn’t know who it was. And that was his mistake. He should have destroyed this damn diary as soon as he found it! But he didn’t and so he had to kill a basilisk - a basilisk which fought against the commands of the one who had it claimed, a basilisk which was going insane because it was suffering. It was only fair that he would die through the poison of a basilisk. It was his mistake only.

He called his sword - which he had let loose after the kill - and took the diary from Ginny.

“What are you doing?”, said Tom confused with a slight concern in his voice.

“Killing a monster.”, Godric replied and stabbed the diary with his sword.

The diary got destroyed and with it Tom. As soon as the rest of the vision of Tom vanished, Ginny opened her eyes.

“Harry?”

“It is okay, Ginny. I know he made you do it. Go. Go to Ron, he is waiting for you outside. I… I have to do something else first. Go.”

She shouldn’t see him die.

“Harry! You’re bleeding!”

“Not much. Go.”

She hesitated, but then she went her way. Godric sighed and closed his eyes. He remembered the first time he was here.

“Doesn’t really look comfortable.”

“That’s the outside area. Come. I will show you the hiding rooms. There is space for beds and also a room for potions to heal students who could be wounded.”, explained Slytherin.

Godric smiled.

“Sounds good. I think it is a good idea to have space for Sahlia and a safe place for the students if Hogwarts should be attacked.”

“Thought that you would like it.”

Salazar smiled and showed him the rooms, also the storage room for potions.

“There will also be phoenix tears and antidotes for basilisk poison. Just to be safe.”

Godric opened his eyes again. Wait… The antidote could still be there. Groaning, he rose and staggered to the hidden rooms. Shortly before he reached the storage room he collapsed. Not good. All his strength had left him. But his magic was still there. Weak and still fighting but maybe…

“Accio basilisk antidote…”

His voice was only a whisper, but his magic reacted. The door jumped open and the vial with the antidote flew straight into his hand.

It was fair that he would die through the poison but Salazar would be sad and devastated if he would still live. His friends would want him to try to live as long as he could, fighting for Hogwarts. So he took the antidote and waited.

After a few minutes he felt better. Slowly he rose again and walked out of the hidden rooms. His sight stopped at the dead body of the basilisk. Sahlias offspring. He could not leave her like this. Sahlia would come sooner or later and if she would find her like that…

~”What happened? Godric?”~

Too late.

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

~“I’m sorry Sahlia… A student was here… The horcrux tried to kill her, so that he could live again. He…forced your daughter to kill me…”~, he answered in parsel.

His voice was shaking in grief.

“I.. my magic didn’t respond as it should have been and only my sword answered my call. I’m so sorry…”

He could hear how Sahlia reached her daughter, hissing in grief.

~”Don’t be sorry Godric…”~, she said after a while: ~”You were the one who held the sword, but it was not you who killed her. It was him. He forced you to defend a student and yourself against her. He forced her to kill the ones we swore to protect. She was never the same after she killed that one student 50 years ago. I just hope… she can be at peace now.”~

Sahlia touched him with her snout and Godric felt the tears of his own. Crying he collapsed again, shaking trying to hold her.

Even though she said it wasn’t his fault, he couldn’t believe it. He should have done something.

~“You may be Godric Gryffindor, one of the best duelists that ever lived. At least in my eyes… But you’re only twelve years old at the moment, Godric. And you have problems with your magic. You did your best at that moment. Don’t think you should have done better. You couldn’t and I know you tried to save my daughter as well.”~

He did. He was climbing that damned wall not to reach her head. But because he hoped she would hit herself strong enough to lose consciousness. It hadn’t worked and so he was out of options…

”I’m still sorry. I couldn’t save her.”

~“Nobody could. Not you, not me, even Salazar could not have done it.”~, she whispered.

Slowly he opened his eyes and looked again to her daughter.

“My magic is okay again… I think… I can at least… try…”

Sahlia had her eyes closed, held still as he took his wand and cast the spell. The words came out of his mouth without thinking.

The dead body rose and crystallized. She would not rot here like some thrown away body. She tried everything she could and like him she lost this fight. But she tried and he wanted to pay her respect with it. The crystal was her grave and monument at the same time. He closed his eyes again.

~”I closed my eyes. Is this okay?”~

Sahlia was silent for a few minutes, before she nudged at him.

~”It’s beautiful and more than any of my kind had ever had after we died. Thank you, Godric.”~

He smiled, but then spitted blood. Too much. His magic cores were fighting again.

~”Godric!”~

It was the last thing he heard before he lost consciousness.

~~~

He came out a few hours later than Ron and Ginny. After they left the chamber it had closed and no teacher had reached him. Sahlia had watched over him until he woke up.

After everyone was sure that he was okay, everything got back to normal.

Dumbledore came back and called him to his office.

Godric didn’t show how displeased he was that Dumbledore stored his sword in his office. The professors took it from him, after he left the chamber. But he couldn’t say that it was his and as Dumbledore asked him how the sword came to him, he only said that he found it in the chamber. Dumbledore didn’t really believe him, and Godric felt how he tried to look into his mind. He showed him a fantasy memory, not the truth, tricked him. Salazar had taught him how to do that. Godric used okklumentik in an instinctive reaction and was really good at it. But Salazar wanted to be sure that Godric could also trick others to believe they could use legimantik against him. It was easier if the enemy thought they were successful.

So Dumbledore believed him.

“Professor…”

He hated it to call him that. Dumbledore didn’t teach anymore, so why should he call him that?

“The basilisk… I don’t think she was there to purge the school.”

“Why do you think that?”

At least he could try to repair Salazar's reputation.

“She was angry at herself and repeated that she didn’t want to attack me. She fought against the commando of Tom. He said she has to kill me, but if she could she bought me time to avoid her attacks. Everyone was turned into stone. If a basilisk wants to kill, it will. But there were more than one incident where the person turned into stone. No One was killed. I also found a safe place for students in the chamber. I guess… the basilisk was there to protect us, not to hunt down muggleborns, Sir. Maybe the history we know is wrong. Since I heard the story I asked myself: Why build a school with someone who is like Salazar was described?”

“That is an interesting question Harry. But sometimes the true self of someone shows after time.”

Godric remained silent at that. No one said it would be easy to repair Salazar’s reputation. And when Lucius Malfoy entered the office, he knew the topic was finished. Now he had to help Dobby and he had an idea how.

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