Beginning of a Legend Chapter 1

The thunder echoed through the small cabin making the walls shake. A tall man stood at the only window gazing at what stars were visible. He turned to see his son kneeling at the side of a bed. He watched his mother with his black hair in his face. The man, Alabaster Slytherin, was unsure what to do at this moment. He did not think he could take care of his only son without his wife to help. He wasn't good with children and he didn't want to be. He never wanted children, but his wife insisted that they had to have at least one. Alabaster had already decided that he would not be a big part in his sons life. Now, however, he would not have a choice but to take car of the young boy.

"Salazar, let your mother sleep," said Alabaster to the boy.

"I don't want to leave her side," Salazar replied. "I want to be here when she wakes up."

"She is going to be sleeping for a while," said Alabaster. "I will call you when she wakes up. For now, I want you to go out and gather some fire wood. We're almost out."

"Why don't you take her to the hospital, Dad?" Salazar asked standing up.

"St. Mungo's can't help her now," said Alabaster. "Magic can't fix everything, son. Maybe getting out of the house will keep your mind off of it."

"Okay," said Salazar, reluctantly.

His mother was everything to him and he didn't know what he was going to do without her. His father was not the nicest man and Salazar had a feeling that he was not really wanted. He never liked staying alone with his father when he had to. It was if they were always strangers living in the same house together. He did not want to stay out long. His mother would surely be dying soon and he wanted to be there to say goodbye. As quickly as he could, he gathered the firewood and had it levitate behind him as he made his way back to the cabin. Salazar had only been out for twenty minutes and when he returned his father had put the sheets of the bed over his mother. Salazar dropped the wood on the floor and looked to his father.

"She's gone," said Alabaster, before Salazar could say anything.

"Did she wake up?" Salazar asked, tears in his eyes.

"For about ten minutes," Alabaster answered, refusing to look at his son.

"Why didn't you call for me?" Salazar asked, beginning to get angry. "You said you would."

"You didn't need to be here for this," said Alabaster.

"You mean you wanted to be with her alone," Salazar retorted. "I wanted to say goodbye to her."

"Well, sometimes you don't get what you want," said Alabaster. "She's gone now and there is nothing you can do about it. I am going to take her to a nearby cemetery to bury her tomorrow."

"But she wanted to be buried here," Salazar said.

"I don't want to have her body in the yard," said Alabaster. "Go up to your room."

"I want to. . ." Salazar started.

"GO NOW," Alabaster yelled.

Salazar ran up to his room without looking back at his father. He sat on his bed and let the tears flow. He hated that his mother was gone and that his father refused to listen to what his mother had wanted. His sadness from the death of his mother soon turned to anger at his father. Salazar did not believe his father did everything to save his mother. He didn't remember his mother ever going to the hospital and he knew that it was possible that there was some magic that could have saved her. Salazar was beginning to believe that his father did not want to save his mother. He was beginning to think that his father was a monster.

"Salazar?" Alabaster called. Salazar did not want to answer, but he decided he should find out what it was that his father wanted. He walked down the small set of stairs. His father was standing at the door with another man that Salazar did not recognize.

"We are going the the cemetery to bury your mother," he said. "Stay here and don't leave the house. I will be back in a few hours."

Salazar said nothing as his father walked out of the door with the strange man. He had never had to stay at home alone before. His mother had always been with him and she had mentioned that she never wanted him to stay at home alone. Salazar did not care at the time. He was glad to have the house to himself and not have to worry about his father for a while. He sat on the bed where his mother had died and stared at the scattered blankets. His anger began to grow wanting to do something to his father for not letting him stay with his mother in her dying moments.

He grabbed a book that was sitting on a nearby shelf and began to look through it. It was a book of spells that his mother had bought a while back. He remembered her telling him about some of the spells that she had invented. She wrote them at the back of the book so that she would always remember them. He turned to the back of the book and slid his fingers over his mothers writing. He looked over the simple spells. Most of them involved cleaning and housework, but when he got to the end of the page he noticed that the spells began to get darker. She had made spells to strangle someone, torture, and even control someones actions. Salazar was surprised by this finding. He had never imagined that his mother could create such spells. He began to wonder what made her want to make these spells. He looked over the few that were left, but one stuck out above them all.

"Avada Kedavra," he read out loud. She had invented a spell to kill. This was the spell above all that pushed him over the edge. There had to be a reason that she needed these spells. He looked back at the door his father had left through. He was beginning to understand. It was his father that brought out this darker side of his mother. He closed the book, anger filling him up. He had sensed that his father was not a good man and he believed it now more than ever. Salazar was not going to let his father control him like he had done with his mother. Above all, he intended to get rid of his father before he could do any more harm.