Four Founders

Salazar Slytherin was furious. Salazar Slytherin was miserable. Salazar Slytherin wanted to destroy the entire Hogwarts together with all the students and schoolgirls with such power that it never appeared on the face of the earth. His thoughts followed one path, since this argument with a muggle. And her wonderful ... daughter. Definitely no, and again no! Abusive mutant wizards are invited to stop besmirching and start to  "filling the social niches ment for them."

There was a knock on the door. Salazar snorted and looked down at his green socks straight from the store "Aunt Humberta's". She made them by herself for him, theese wonderful, pureblood socks. Pure blood ... grrrrrr ...

"But Lord Slytherin" rang out through the door, when he did not answer. "I think our small quarrel did not prevent my daughter in attendance at your school! I certainly do not want to offend you, and I would like to once again make conversation with you!"

Although the voice was muffled by the closed door, Salazar heard the sarcasm in it. She was a muggle. And still dares to come here. After a while, when the knocks on became more and more insistent, Salazar stood up abruptly from the couch, opened widely the door and stood before the woman, his eyes piercing her like lightning the angry sky. His socks waved their toes and put even more on the feet.
Slytherin streched his hand and showed the woman extremely small volume of space between the thumb and forefinger.

"So much! So much is your reasoning, if you think that your daughter will be at Hogwarts! Thinking that pureblood wizards should be equal with your muggle entities had became a hotbed of your horrible, unimaginable disaster! And the first of them (for you, for me it will be a relief!) will be throwing your daughter out of Hogwarts and bringing this school to working condition as soon as it's possible!"

It said to the woman, he slammed the door in her face, before throwing her spell of Sticky Lips. At least she will shut up.

Salazar was furious. But all this fuss made and idea came to him.

*

"I wonder where Mr. Sock is" Godric Gryffindor muttered, sitting comfortably by the fireplace. Warming his hands, because there was biting frost and fire only, real, non-magical fire, could melt the ice cold chains, which captured him.

"Do not talk about Slytherin" Helga Hufflepuff waved her fork before his face. "If he is listening, you will have troubles."

" I'm his best friend. I can talk about him as I want."

"Remember your entertaining swordfight?" Rowena Ravenclaw admonished. "He certainly was happy putting his foot on your head. However, if the foot of your friend can not oppress your forehead?" added with a poetic tone.

Godric stood. Rowena was right. Salazar was strange lately. His socks went alone around the castle, he still muttered something under his nose ... Something's up to. But what? It has become a mystery to the whole school. Students whispered. Whispered that Slytherin wants to close a school, regardless of the other founders.

"But that's absurd!"  he said. "Salazar's not a fool. The school has a great time, more and more gifted children elevates our thoughts. I do not know why he goes on for so long and why the rumors began to circulate. But the sword not sword,  I speak with him as soon as he appears."

"He started getting more interested in these snakes" said Rowena silently, if Salazar was just around the corner and listened. "He says to them ... somehow. Hissing."

"Sure, my comely lady. Salazar is Parselmouth" Godric said, sitting back in his chair. He began to look around the room, as if looking at him one last time. "Parselmouth for Merlin!Talks to reptiles!"

Helga Hufflepuff laughed hysterically.

"And for what this laugh?" said a little too loudly Gryffindor. "As if I talk to snakes, I'd start to think seriously about my psyche. Salazar is up to something, and the best friend of this cuckoo is going to find out what this is all about!"

*

As night fell, Godric Gryffindor founded his brown coat, girded on his sword (in case Slytherin was going to do a repeat of entertainment) and went to the meadows of Hogwarts. In truth he had no idea where to go, so just headed to the small village where parents of gifted students made their houses, just to be close to their children. It was dark as in tomb, but with a simple Lumos spell, he managed to "light" his wand.

The village was quiet. Too much peace. I probably Godric would turn back, though he heard a woman's silent sobbing, coming out of the darkness in front of him. He walked closer and saw a woman, all in the snow, crying bitterly and stretching her clothes.

"My lady..." Godric, as usual noble, knelt beside her and took her by the shoulders. "What happened?"

"The horror ... the horror ..."

"The horror...?"

"I saw the horror!" screamed a woman, then she began to cry again. "It... slipped ... from the school ... I saw through the fog ... eyes ... I could not not watch ... but I looked. I felt liketentacles wrapped me around... the cold, piercing cold ..."

"The eyes are the beginning of the end" he heard a familiar voice, and from darkness came Salazar Slytherin, in green coat with hoses that Godric had never seen before. STrange smile e blossomed on his lips." And that would be the end of the children of such women like her. For now, the eyes can not kill. But that will soon change."

Woman redouble her efforts when it comes to crying. Godric stood up and took a serious look on his face.

"What are you doing, Slytherin?"

"That's what I should have done a long time ago. I'm going to not allow children having pure blood to mix with these .. these ...muddy muggles. Children of impure blood."

"But what are you talking about! After all, anyone can be a wizard, as long has the power. There is no limit!"

"And should be" Salazar pursed his lips. "School is to train those who promise hope. Stupidity! The school should focus on the magic of old lineages, such as ..."

"Such as yours? Is this because of argument with Lady Frusckin? Are you hurt so thy blood purity, you now taking revenge on muggles and those ... muddies, as you call them?"

"The...mudbloods" Salazar chuckled. "Great name for these fools. You still do not know what crosses the walls of Hogwarts! And you will be too late. I have done my job. I'm leaving. I do not intend any longer to support charity."

"This is crazy, Salazar!" called Godric Gryffindor. "You are a part of this school! You can not just walk away!"

"Oh, I already did that"  there was a laugh. Slytherin disappeared into the darkness. Woman no longer crying, was just staring at Godric with a strange expression on his face.

"Come on, lady" hetook her by the arm. "Come warm up in Hogwarts."

*

And so, dear children, Salazar began anti-mudblood revolution. Or rather, he did not start, because after his departure, muggle children still attend school. The horror that the woman  has seen, did not return. Founders of Hogwarts watched nervously Salazar's rooms, but they have forgotten through the years and no longer connect Slytherin with a strange event in the village, which launched the current existence of Hogsmeade. All but Godric, but he did not say anything about his old friend. He fell into silence. But remember, the horror is still in the castle. Can only release by legitimately heir of Salazar, for only he will realize his idea of ​​removing the mudbloods. It remembers. Thought of  Salazar gives meaning to it's existence. His words, spoken in language of the snakes, his pride and his hatred, fell on that creature  like raindrops on fertile soil. Now, just wait.

Soon.