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While I'm re-writing this fanfic, I'll be dropping parts that will never end up in the main story. Well, or they can be there with a low probability. Baisicly a bunch of short one-shots for shits and giggles.
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In the dark forest, a young man was lying on the back of a huge serpent. There was a wound in his stomach and several more snakes could be seen wrapped around his body. That man, of course, was Harry Potter. Or, right now, he was Salazar Slytherin, during the time he worked as a Hero, he never used his real name and face.
Salazar couldn't gather enough magic to regenerate his body. His Basilisks wrapped around his wounds so that he shed as little blood as possible, but it was difficult when you had a cannonball-sized hole in your stomach. And then an interesting thought entered his head. His magic is restored best next to the lay lines, and the place with the most lay lines that Salazar knew is-
"Damn, I swear to Higher Powers, if this works..."
The young Hero gritted his teeth and his shadow broke a straight branch from a nearby tree. Salazar didn't know what kind of tree it was, and right now he didn't care. He created an alchemic transmutation circle in the palm of his hand and grabbed the branch. Red lightning flashed and it turned into a straight stick with a small hole inside for a core.
Basilisks immediately realized what they needed to do and each gave a drop of their poison for the wand - Helena made the largest donation - after which Salazar dripped a little of his own blood inside the wand and closed the small hole, making the wand completely smooth.
As soon as his Wand was ready, the Hero shook it like a vile of potion and immediately felt a connection with it. Salazar grinned smugly and closed his eyes, feeling the familiar warm wood of a magic wand in his hand. What he'll do next will be very dangerous and stupid, Karin would definitely hit him on the head for that.
Salazar for the first time in my life stopped the connection with all the Stones and felt dozens of scars appear on his body. He was especially annoyed by the lightning-bolt scar on his forehead, which ran down through his right eye and stopped only on his cheek. His skin turned pale and the transmutation circle disappeared from his hand.
He felt the long-forgotten magic fill his veins again and pointed his wand at his heart.
§Take me back to where my firssst real home isss.§
For several seconds, nothing happened, but then a column of fire suddenly appeared from the sky, which in an instant swallowed Salazar's body along with his Basilisks.