The Story Of Godric Gryffindor And Salazar Slytherin
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Hogwarts. It sure was impressive. The school had been running for a few years and it was going great. It was surprising that, even at the age of 27, he was the headmaster of the school. Godric loved his life, teaching students, being with his friends, but even more than that, he loved Salazar. He knew it was wrong, a man and a man, it was un-natural but how could he help himself as for when he was with his love the pleasure was better than any woman he had been with. When the knots in his stomach, in his heart, unfurled, when he was on edge, his perfect Zar was always there for him, so he didn't care that it was unnatural, for he was happy.
"Zar, my love" Godric chimed, slipping through the door into his lovers room, seeing the blonde, pale skinned man reading on his bed.
"What in Merlin's name do you want, Godric?" Salazar snapped, shutting his book and meeting Godric's brown eyes with his green ones.
"I missed you my love" Godric answered, moving to sit next to Salazar, who pulled the brunet boy so his head was resting in his lap. Salazar moved to press his lips against Godrics, roughly kissing him. Godric's mouth opened to accommodate his lovers tongue who made quick work of making its way inside his mouth. Salazar shifted their position so that he was on top, pinning Godric to the bed.
"Look at this, the brave, strong, Godric Gryffindor, pinned down by a mere snake" Salazar remarked, moving to suck on his neck and jaw.
"Zar~" Godric said, his voice more like a moan than a word, whilst Salazar continued.
Yeah, Godric loved his life.
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Zar burst into Godric's chambers, slipping off his tie and beginning to unbutton his shirt, as Godric stood in front of him, awkwardly standing.
"What are you looking at?" Salazar quipped, "Take your clothes off, c'mon, I'm bored"
"But-" Godric started, "I haven't seen you all day my love, can't we just...like talk?"
"Please Gryffindor, c'mon, do it for me, I'll make it feel good" Salazar whispered, moving to cup Godric's face. Godric didn't want to, he wanted to do more with his lover that sex, he wanted to enjoy a meal together, or share a bed for a night, or kiss with nothing behind it, with no intention or expectation of sex, but he knows that is not going to happen, so he relents. He does what his love wants because he knows this is the best he would get, because hanging onto the scraps of their relationship is better than having nothing at all.
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Godric Gryffindor was in love with Salazar Slytherin and there was nothing he could do to change that fact. He was fair to assume that since they had been together for years. But sadly, he assumed wrong.
"What do you mean you're in love with me, Gryffindor?" Salazar exclaimed, "Like genuinely, what do you mean by that?"
"I-I love you, Zar, w-why wouldn't I, We've been together for years" Godric stuttered out
"What? We're not together, Godric! I don't know where you got that idea from!" Salazar yelled, "I'm not one of those Queer folks"
"What? Love you slept with me, we have been sleeping together for years!" Godric replied, his voice confused, hurt, broken, memories of them together flashing through his mind.
"That doesn't mean anything! We aren't together and I'm not a Queer freak, I'm normal!"
"Are you saying that I'm not!?"
"Yes! You- You can't be in love with me, we have nothing, we are nothing"
Godric moved to take Salazar's hand,, just for him to rip it away,
"Love-"
"No! No don't you call me that you Queer! You are- No, Don't touch me, don't come near me, I'm not queer, I don't like men just, be gone, go leave"
"Oh, oh Salazar you truly are a horrible person, aren't you" Godric said, "You snake"
Godric got his sword and left the room, left the castle. He couldn't believe Slytherin, having the audacity to bed him, just to claim that he was in fact not queer, that people like him were disgusting. He felt his heart shattering, a sob making its way up his throat as tears began to spill from his eyes. He loved him, he so deeply loved him but he had to go and leave, leave him all alone, claim that they were nothing and never had been nothing.
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Salazar sat in the back of the chapel, watching Godric marry a maiden. She was pretty, but he hadn't cared to figure out her name. SHe had wide hips, good for bearing children, and she seemed well fed, must be somewhat wealthy. He wondered about when Godric would bed her, would he be in the back of Godric's mind. Would he think about him as he made her with child. Would he look at his baby and wish that his first love was there. Salazar stood and left the chapel before leaving, not being able to deal with the sight of the 2. He wasn't queer, he couldn't be queer, he just used Gryffindor as a distraction, yes a distraction, that. He returned to his pregnant wife's bedside, she was bedridden and heavily with child. Salazar didn't care for her wellbeing, only that she provided him with a male heir.
Godric was happy. He had found someone who loved him back. Maybell Yaxley, well now Maybell Gryffindor. They married after 3 months. Godric continued to live his best life, teaching at hogwarts with Rowena and Helga, although his life was desperately empty without Salazar, even though every thought of him caused pain. Godric lived his life, denying that he was queer, denying his love for a man, denying that he had ever even cared for Slytherin, because denying was better than feeling.
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Salazar sat in the front at his wife's funeral, although he did not shed a tear. She had died during childbirth, the childbirth of his daughter. He didn't want a daughter, he didn't care for her nor her safety. He named her Kassiopeia, then handed her over to a nanny to be raised. He resigned from teaching at Hogwarts and lived in a large house for the rest of his life. When he fell ill, when he died, he was alone, his final thought of the man that he thought that he could never love.
Godric was 42 when his wife finally fell pregnant with a baby girl. The birth was risky and they gave up on children after the first. Although she was a girl, that didn't stop Godric from loving her. He gave her the name Valeria and raised her, showing her love and empathy. When he died it was of old age and he went with his daughter and wife surrounding him, his final thought of the man that he had always loved.
As they both had daughters, the Slytherin and Gryffindor names soon died out.
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Kassiopeia Slytherin married a wizard named Lucius Black.
Valeria Gryffindor married a wizard named William Potter.