[HP] The Paradox of Salazar's Bloodline

Drip, drip.

Water droplets tapped softly against the floor, like a devil beguiling curious creatures to come closer, only to kill them. Moonlight shone before the thick door, as if welcoming someone.

But this place was completely sealed off.

Salazar Slytherin.

His long black hair was tied to perfection with a green ribbon, falling lightly over his right shoulder. His eyes were shut, his brows knitted, and his face deathly pale.

He should have died a thousand years ago. So who was lying in this bed now?

Without a doubt, it was Salazar Slytherin.

The founder of Slytherin, and the most powerful dark wizard.

“Open.”

A shuddering hiss of Parseltongue echoed in the darkness, coiling like some terrifying monster. Footsteps grew louder. The boy’s short black hair and pitch-black eyes gleamed in the moonlight.

Even though there was no moon.

Tom Riddle.

Their bloodlines collided, and something was born.

Theme: Suspicion, trust, love, and falling apart.