He returned as steady as the Mountain Wind

Chapter 4: "Main Theme"

Salazar Slytherin was sleeping. All was nice and warm, and he was filled with the overall comfort that sleep provided. Everything was well and -

"SALAZAR SLYTHERIN! I TOLD YOU THIS WOULD COME BACK TO BIT YOU IN YOUR ADMITTEDLY AMAZING BEHIND!"

Immediately the Slytherin Founder sat straight up. Panicking, he threw on whatever clothes were closest to him and sprinted towards the origin of the scream.

Said origin happened to be his long-time friend/ex-husband/crush/partner in crime/hopefully future husband Godric Gryffindor. The irate redhead was seated in his usual chair on the breakfast table, reading the morning paper, his long hair still a bit messy from sleep, braided loosely for the sole purpose of not falling into whatever the man wanted to eat. His attire was made up of a loose T-shirt used for training, proudly emblazoned with the words: "Nah, it's not polyjuice, I always look this good." and some ratty sweat pants which once upon a time used to be black, but now resembled the colour of the sky on a rainy day. Green eyes were ablaze with anger, a hint of smug satisfaction and surprisingly: deep rooted fear.

"Wha's'up?" the raven head said, not quite able to form coherent sentences just yet.

"This! This is what's up!" the redhead seethed. Godric slapped the back of his hand against the paper, then he read out loud: "Dark Forces in Hogwarts! Yesterday night, on Halloween, an old malice has reared its head again. Hogwarts is once more subjected to the terror that is hidden somewhere in the castle. When the case was closed fifty years ago, it was believed that this threat had vanished. Well, my dear readers, we thought wrong! Last night, we have found proof that the danger is still there. And while the victim is still just a cat, this soon might become a whole new series of attacks, as the culprit themselves proudly announced by writing it on the wall in blood: "The Chamber of Secrets had been opened! Enemies of the Heir beware!"" Godric's ire now started to manifest physically in the form of fire, that slowly started to burn away the paper.

"The Chamber of Secrets had been opened." Repeated Salazar.

"Yes. The Chamber of Secrets. Which contains a gigantic Basilisk! And someone who believes in blood supremacy is currently trying to use said Basilisk to kill muggleborns. In Hogwarts. You know, our school...? The school where our son is currently at? Our son whom we cannot contact? Because of that insipid trial?" Godric provided.

"Oh...But how do you know that it wasn't just Harry playing a prank?" Salazar slowly felt the gears in his head picking up speed.

"They dug up the newspaper coverage of the last time it happened. Same way of attack and victim display, same creepy messages." Godric pointed at the unsalvageable paper.

"Whom did they convict last time?"

"A Hufflepuff named Hagrid, but only when they were close to closing the school permanently. Apparently he held himself an Acromantula. Got busted by a guy named Tom Riddle." Said Godric.

"But an Acromantula has in no way the effect that a Basilisk has. I mean...seriously...what were they thinking? Wait...What was the name of the guy who claimed Hagrid was the heir?"

"Tom Riddle."

"Well, that seems like a place as good as any to start looking for the true culprit." Salazar concluded.

"Ehm, Sal, hate to burst your bubble here, but what about Harry?"

"Oh, ye little of faith. Our son is more than capable of handling himself."

"This is going to be a long school year." Godric groaned. Once more he wished they could simply involve the Ministry, instead of relying on their twelve year old son. But revealing what they knew would make them seem like potential culprits, so that was only a last resort.