Salazar was in his room, smiling at the joke he had just made on his essay. Lord Willington would laugh he was sure. But Lord Willington, the pure-blood Slytherin family's advisor/mentor/friend, never laughed these days, since those witches had escaped. If a battle were to happen, the Slytherins would immediately side with the witches. It might be grim, but they had waited long for this: a chance for revolution. 

            But Salazar was sometimes disgusted by the ways of his family. They were so proud, so selfish, and sometimes even cruel. He remembered when his mother, Maronica Slytherin, had tortured their house elf, Grumpy. When his father, Lucian Slytherin, had used the Cruciatus curse on a muggle who had seen him perform magic. Then again, if they didn't do that, then they would have been burned on stakes for a long time by now.

And he couldn't complain. He had just received his wand by that Ollivander family: again, pure-bloods. His wand was 11", Maple, Pheonix Feather, Unyeilding. The man, Louis Ollivander, had looked at him curiously, smiling... He murmured something about prophecies... Salazar decided to ask him next time their ways would meet.

He scowled. It was starting to rain. He decided to leave his essay to be finished later. He twirled his wand, twirling it around and around, and it shot green and silver sparks: his favorite colors. He waved it, saying the spell he had just learned.

"Lumos!" his wand lit up immediately.

He smiled mischievously. He then heard 11 great chimes of the cathedral which rang out in the night. He yawned and passed his hand in his silver hair, changed into his pyjamas, falling on his bed. His eyes closed and he sank into deep sleep.

Louis Ollivander was standing before them, stroking a beautiful phoenix with his shriveled hands. "Four will become one, and witchcraft shall rise again. Flames will rise and leap more than ever before, the bird shall fly and create a safe haven, scratching muggles as it goes, the earth will rumble in fury, revenge in her blood, healing the injured, and the snake shall slash and bite, the leader of them all." Then, the man gave a Phoenix feather to the witches and wizards next to him: a young man his age with flaming red hair, emerald eyes, freckles, and a smile, a very pretty girl with orange hair, clear blue eyes and a cute smile, a beautiful tall young woman with dark hair and eyes, her face a bit intimidating, but her eyes alive with kindness.She latter collected the phoenix feathers and put them in a rucksack, then, thanking the wandmaker, she strode away to the door. They all filed out of the room.

He was in front of a rocky cliff, and the dark haired girl was pointing to a clearing on another cliff excitedly. But between both cliffs there was a pit, and the emptiness and the darkness seemed to want to engulf them all. Salazar turn around, desperate.

Salazar woke up. He would not remember his dreams. He would perhaps only catch a wisp, and only when the time was ripe.