Salazar Slytherin
6 years old
Salazar Slytherin had never understood how people could be so pragmatic. How they could sensibly reason on everything, with the conviction all was turning right, perfectly folding together, flawlessly assembled. Because the only thing the little boy was sure of was how he couldn't fit. The only thing he seemed able to rationalise practically was the wrongness inside of him, the earthly sin, the magic, as deeply rooted as olden trees.
During endless nights, when he was alone in the solitude of his small chamber, he tried to make sense of it all. Even so, with endless nights came failed endeavours. And maybe he was gaslighting himself; into believing he could speak with snakes, the same way people convinced themselves of the existence of god. Relentlessly trying to find a way to redeem themselves of their misdeed. But, how could it be right? No, he thought, no, that couldn't be true. Maybe his beliefs were wrong like him.
First, his parents' eyes on him had changed, then it was their attitudes - their silence at the dinner table, the little excuses they always had - and finally, his whole world was changed. Slowly day by day, fading away as slow as the seasons passing by, all his world was upside down.
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