From the moment Salazar was born, his parents knew he was destined to be great. Was it in his eyes, as green as emeralds or was it written on his grim face. As a baby Salazar was unusual. He always would be unusual. Salazar never cried. Even when his mother dropped him onto a sharp stone gave him a scar he did not cry. At the age of 3, 2 fierce snakes, known as wizard killers ( extinct today ) slithered into Salazar's little bed. His mother woke up to see them right by her son. She shrieked, but then her son began to hum, in a strange language. The snakes turned and around and slithered out of the house. He had spoken in parseltongue.