Salazar Slytherin

“It pains me how much you remind me of my lack of heir. If I did not consider women as a distraction I would have yearned for a son just like you.” 

These were difficult times for wizard kind, muggles were growing in population and technology and while Salazar rarely graced any of his students with his company during the summer, Albus was one of the rare exceptions. The young man had such potential, such power surging just underneath delicate flesh that Salazar believed he needed to street the young man in the right direction. So he offers his praise to the boy used to living in near isolation making an educated guess that like many of his students, Albus too craved to be validated. No better time than now, as the muggles that had eavesdropped in their conversation laid obliviated and unconscious.Salazar held no remorse for those he deemed beneath them but he knew Albus had a bit more of a caring nature hence their lives were spared. 

“Look at me Albus, this is on my hands. Not yours-” Salazar spoke firmly and with a few muttered words false memories were implanted, memories of a drunken stupor despite it being mid afternoon. Muggles, stupid lowly creatures their minds were so easy to penetrate specially for a skilled Legimens such as himself. 

The line between light and dark magics was so very blurred in a day and time where the governance over mages was so short-reaching. There were laws, of course. Guidelines over how a person’s magic was to be used and in the interest of ethics and morality there were simply some things a person did not do. Even they were bound to mortal commands; thou shall not kill, thou shall not control, thou shall not perform the role of God.

Reagan had very little interest in that role—God—but he had a great interest in magic. Every facet. Every possibility and capability—the limits and the burdens and whatever super-human potential was awarded him as a member of this emerging elite race… he wanted to know. He wanted to discover it, all of it.

The fullest extent of his powers.

The invitation was impossibly tempting to someone like him; as dangling a piece of string before a pouncing feline. And he did pounce at that opportunity, eagerly, exuberantly, with his fingers twitching and his toes digging impatiently in the dirt.

He remained perfectly still when Salazar encircled him, surveying him like that creature of prey. He was stiff and poised like the royal person he perceived himself to be; his nose was pointed just slightly towards the ceiling as though the world itself was beneath him.

… Except for this man. Except for this supremely talented wizard to whom he’d entrusted himself. To have beaten his defenses—yes, he made it look such a game—but he was sure to lose if challenging the man himself.

“Black,” he answered, daring to turn his head to catch the older wizard’s gaze. The honor, the pride was not lost on him and he bit down that swell of emotion in his chest. Yes, praise me, impress your admiration upon me—

“Reagan Black. The honor of such a compliment has not eluded me. The nature of this opportunity is such that I flew from my house at the earliest possible moment, to catch a hope of learning from you everything you are willing to teach.

“If you demand from me any more proof of my worth, I’ll quite happily provide it.”

He could almost feel the young man’s power radiate around him, in this regal looking young man Salazar saw a bit of himself. All that raw power bubbling just beneath the surface just waiting to be harnessed, yes they could achieve some great things together.

“Look at you and your silver tongue young man- I have a great feeling about you already” Flattery did not get one everywhere where Salazar was concerned but he did appreciate charm, the charisma to manipulate words to one’s advantage, to woo and allure, although he did find himself smirking proudly as Reagan laid his praises knowing where he stood. A promising young mind thirsting for knowledge,a silver tongue to woo a room and the making of a blue blood, what more could Salazar ask for. 

“I require no further proof, you beat my challenge you have proven yourself worthy of my time. From now on either you will continue to prove worthy of my lessons or you will not. I will teach you everything I know, my library, artifacts and knowledge will all be at your disposal. I impose upon you only a single rule Reagan, you have to leave all your friends and family behind while under my guidance,people are a distraction and I need you focused. You may write letters to those on the outside world you might miss or wish to inform of your well being but you shall receive no visitors nor will you socialize when I send you out until you have completed your apprenticeship unless I instruct you otherwise. For the rest my home is your home-” he beamed a proud smile at the young man. 

He’d been surprised to receive the invitation to visit the place. He’d heard of who lived there, in sheltered whispers and quiet rumors. He’d been practicing some magic on his own, but he never thought he’d be considered good enough to attempt an apprenticeship under Salazar. He showed up to the fortress, along with several other people, most no older than he was. They were all attempting to cross through the gate, but none seemed successful.  It took him some doing, but he managed to wrangle a spell that first opened the gates. And then another spell that allowed him to step through all the wards and past the group of people. He was honestly surprised that he’d managed it, but as he worked yet another spell to allow him to pass through the doors, he was quite happy that it was him. After all, who wouldn’t ask for a position such as this?

He startled, however, when he heard the voice behind him. He spun on his heal, only to come face to face with Salazar himself. “I work with my family, sir, and practice spells in my free time,” he said, as if it explained his appearance. “My name is Charlie Weasley, and I’m very privileged to be the one you chose for this honor. Am I supposed to call you anything special? What should I do now, sir?”

“And what does your family do Charlie?” the dark sorcerer inquired curious to know more about the young man that was to be his apprentice. “Salazar, Sal, great and divine master. What ever the mood strikes you- when I was an apprentice my master wished to constantly be called master. As if I needed constant reminder of his position. No, you know you’re a child given the chance of a lifetime and I invited you because I am growing bored of the deafening isolation, there is no need for titles Charlie.You can call me Salazar or Sal, the familiarity does not bother me-” he reassured still sizing him up. The multitude of freckles and scorching red hair that framed his face as if the boy was bursting on fire. 

“What spells do you practice? What draws you in. Elemental, psionic...alchemy? Of course you will learn everything I know but since you have already started practicing it would be good to know as to not repeat myself. I have one single rule while you are my apprentice, no outside contact. I suppose you may occasionally send your family a letter, you seem the type of young man that is close to them, but you will receive no visitors nor will you socialize when I send you in town. Society is a distraction and I need you focused. For the rest there is no forbidden rooms, no knowledge I will not share with you and my collection of artifacts are at your disposal in your pursuit of becoming a great sorcerer.”

A wave of his wrist made a old key appear. “Pick a room, make it your bedroom, tend to your needs and when you are ready to begin simply put the key in the lock and unlock the door, the key will unlock my study from any of the mansion’s doors”

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“You have accomplished…great things,” Albus said, and it was true. He had a hard time even fathoming it himself. Salazar Slytherin’s seemingly innate understanding of magic pushed further by ambition. It was true. “And you have shown us all.” 

But to him….how to express what was making him concerned. He saw the man as a friend to a degree. Becoming god-like, that could only be a sort of death. An emotional and mental death. No more change, no more learning. To be given that mantle was almost an unkindness. But he didn’t say all of that….

“Don’t you think their view of you could negate…critical thought? That their impressionable nature could stop their growth in turn?” 

Blue eyes looked the boy over as the professor poured them some tea. Albus had grown into a fine young man, questioning his surroundings as well as developing quite the critical mind. Everyone was impressed at the boy’s abilities and none more than Sal,Albus was surpassing a few of his professor’s in skill,what an achievement for a half blood. “My dear boy the naivety of youth does not last. It’s true I will always be viewed as an authority figure even when my students stand on more equal footing but views change. How you perceive your shall we say parents..? Now is not on the same regard as when you were small. They seemed to know all the answers and in your inability to grasp even the simplest of tasks like holding a spoon they seemed all mighty and powerful. As your skills grew and the less you needed to be nurtured the more you viewed them as their true self. It’s the same with your professors. You’ve grown and developed, soon I and those who once where trusted with your care will be considered your peers.”

mini starter call for angst as I want to use Salazar’ s powers to their full extend and to get the muse flowing again. I will base the theme/plot depending on your muse. like/reblog/send a smoke signal and please specify if you have a multi-muse.