[Harry Potter] Drifting East with the Current (Helga and Salazar)

"Gaze far to the southeast, as the Phoenix Seeks Its Mate plays." "Ask how much sorrow one can bear? Like a river of spring water flowing east." The Gentle Flow Eastward. Helga Hufflepuff deserves a world of her own: gentle, with a cerulean sky, white birds flying beneath it, soft feathers lifted by the breeze, and the splendor of feathers bursting into flame in an instant. The moment she parted from her sister, Rowena's eyes widened. Terror, helplessness, panic, weakness, trembling, incapacity. It took her a long time to find her voice, hoarse and incoherent: "Hel... Helga..." Even many years later, Godric could not forget their first encounter. In the gloomy Forbidden Forest, a pure white unicorn possessed a beauty unlike any other, unmatched in all the world. But draped over it was a head of hair no pair of deft hands could ever weave, pale gold and glowing with warmth. Later, in a pair of eyes, in someone's every word and gesture, he saw that same light: gentler than firelight, livelier than moonlight, warmer than the sheen of water. There were many things Salazar Slytherin did not understand. Remove just one key detail and the list shrank considerably. He had once contemplated killing that woman, but his partner stopped him. He had even tasted a little undeserved sweetness because of it. He had labeled her [Weak] [Naive] [Shameful], and then added one more label: [Useful]. But in the end... he unconsciously discarded every label, leaving just one. Someone said, "The one label Salazar Slytherin left her was 'weakness.'" Time passed, and the years faded. In the pale pages of Hogwarts, A History, how could young wizards understand the cruelty and beauty that had lost their truth? [Confirmed: this takes place a thousand years later. [Pairing: Main pairing SS/HH [Please check out my other story, [HP] The Warm Lamp Still Shines