DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING YOU RECOGNISE BUT THE THUGS

A/N: Wait don't shoot me! This is my work from 2011, I have been dying to post this! This fanfiction unlike the others have no crossover and some OC by yours truly. I have always like Salazar Slytherin's mysterious existence and disappearance. So here I gave you a shocker of a mystery to his life and death and rebirth. Enjoy! Also, this was written before I know the existence of Pottermore which I don't own. As for those who doesn't know what Pottermore is...its the only canon and official Harry Potter website recognised by JK Rowling herself (that I know of). I am a Slytherin!

P/S: Do not worry, I will not neglect my other works. So review me and tell what you think. Dropping ideas are always welcomed!

Salazar Slytherin stormed out of the castle, consumed by uncontrollable rage as he went for the Dark Forest and through pillars of its tall ancient trees. Once he felt that he has travelled deep enough, he slammed his staff into the forest most covered ground and screamed his rage. Above, dark clouds rolled and thunders crashed with warnings of storms.

The fight with Godric this time was much heated. How dare the wizard accuse him of atrocious murder of the nearby village of Muggles? Didn't he know that there were some Muggleborns living among them? Why would he, Salazar, attack them? Above him, the sky opened and rain stormed onto the earth, quenching its thirst.

Put out and enraged by the accusation, he had spat that he hated Muggles and any that they spawned out of spite for the man's words. He had said that in scorn and sarcasm, the man should know his behaviour by now having travelled with him for a long time before settling to built Hogwarts. Yes, he had been against allowing Muggleborns into Hogwarts but there were other reasons why. He couldn't say it because there wasn't any easy explanation.

He heaved and gasped for breath as he stopped his raging. He shook his head; feeling tired all of a sudden. Maybe it was time for him to explain a few things to Godric and the others. Suddenly, he fell to his knees and onto his hands. He gasped for breath and groaned, feeling sick all a sudden deep in his stomach. He gasped in pain as his stomach started to churn in distaste. He remembered the goblet that he used for his dinner and paled when he remembered where he has seen it before; Helga's study room.

Hurling, he coughed and blood spilled from between his lips. He fell forward and tasted the wet forest ground, smelling earth deep in his nostril as his sight started to fail him. He gritted in pain, "Why?"

Soft brown eyes and a freckled face with sun kissed skin appeared in blur before him. The rosebud lips that used to curve in either fondness toward him or frown in disapproval now an ugly sneer even as her eyes spilled tears. Helga Hufflepuff touched his cheek and cradled his head onto her lap, her hand absentmindedly stroking his long black hair as she answered him, "Ye are never perceptive when it comes to me; do ye Salazar?"