Chapter 2
Godric woke up with a pounding head and tied down to a chair.
"Awake now, are ya!" A snarl came from the heavily scarred man in front of Godric.
"Wha-"
"How did you find this place?! Who told you where we were!? You serve you-know-who, don't you? How did he find where this place was?!"
Godric faltered under the rapid questioning. "I-I don't-"
"Don't play dumb with me boy! I know people like you like I know the back of my hand."
"You know, people don't know the back of their hand as much as they think they do." Godric stupidly rebuttaled.
"What did you say to me!?"
"Moody," a red-headed woman scolded," at least let the poor man say something."
Godric quickly did a mental scan of the dark, gloomy room that was disturbingly heavily saturated in dark magic and filled with strange things and new designs he's never seen before. Two red-heads much like himself, one lycanthrope, one scraggily man, one pink-haired woman, and the scarred man in front of him.
If he used his magic, he should be able to defeat them within minutes. He didn't have his sword, so it might take a while longer defeat them without magic. Not that it would be hard. The magic of the wizards who took him hostage were weak. Weaker than even the normal strength of most wizards.
"Don't get any funny ideas!" The scarred man screamed in his face. Godric recoiled in disgust. He could feel the spittle spraying onto his face.
Godric used his magic to clean up the liquid on his face. He was not going to mention this to anybody. He could imagine how much he'd be made fun of, especially by Salazar who gleefully took delight in any misfortune that fell upon Godric.
The people in the room stared at him in shock which quickly turned into fury for the scarred man.
"How did you do that?" The man hissed.
"Magic?" Godric said amusedly.
"Don't play games with me, boy! I've been playing this longer than you were born."
"Just as my old friend Rowena says, experience doesn't necessarily equate knowledge." Godric arrogantly tutted the clearly not experienced kidnapper. "I'm afraid no length of time could help you with your knowledge gaps if you don't even know what magic looks like."
"You-"
"Moody! That's enough." The red-headed woman finally broke out of her shock. "Stop interrogating the poor young man."
"Poor?" The scarred man snarled back. "He's a Death Eater!"
Godric rolled his eyes at the theatrics. For people who were able to pass kidnap him, they sure were dumb. Their leader must have been the one that did the actual plotting.
"Yeah, Molly!" One of the other people - the scraggily man - finally spoke out. "We can't risk Harry's safety over being nice to a man who broke in. Especially not with you-know-who on the loose."
"Names! Don't go around saying your names in front of a spy!" The scarred man barked.
The red-headed woman - Molly - ignored him, "Well, that's still no reason to act like heathens. Stop scaring the poor boy."
"Poor? He just used wandless magic! That's hardly poor Molly."
"He's right." The scarred man growled. "He's dangerous. Not a boy for you to coddle like your own children."
"Well I never." The red-head - Molly - offendedly said before marching out of the room, the other red-head, who took one more curious glance, following close behind.
"Well, wouldya look at that. That had to be one of the most awkward situation I've seen to date in this house." The pink haired girl said.
"Stop talking!" The scarred man yelled. "Get out! Don't lollygag! I'll talk to him myself. Tell Albus to get in here when he comes."
The rest of the people in the room filed out leaving Godric alone with the scarred man after some protest from the scraggily dressed man who only left because of the lycanthrope cajoling him. Godric smiled cockily at the man much to the other man's annoyance.
"Is there something else you need?" Godric took in the sight amusedly. For a bunch of kidnappers, they sure were dramatic.
"I don't know who you think you are, but-"
"I think I'm Godric." Godric told him, making sure to clearly articulate his name. "You know, one of the most powerful people in the world?"
"Don't get cocky. I've seen people more powerful than you'd ever wish to be."
"Oh, is it Rowena? Because, if it is, I agree. That woman could find a way to magic me halfway across the country without me even knowing."
"Don't try to play games with me!"
"I'm not." Godric smiled. "I'm just saying the truth. It's a pity you people underestimate her just because she's a girl."
"This Rowena, did she order you to spy on us?" Moody tried to pry more information out of him.
Godric laughed. "Please, if she wanted to spy on you, she wouldn't be using me. I couldn't tell a lie even if I needed to."
"You-!" The scarred man was abruptly cut off once again by the door opening, this time revealing an old man, who was probably the Albus the scarred man was talking about earlier. "Albus!"
"Ah, Moody-" So that was the scarred man's name. How fitting. "I heard we had an intruder and I came as soon as I could."
"This boy-" Moody glared at Godric who totally smiled innocently back. "-apparated into the house right next to Potter."
"Aww, what happened to no names?" Godric couldn't help but mock.
"I'll-"
"Moody, that's enough." Albus admonished. "I'm sure that violence isn't needed. Snape will be bringing in some Veritaserum in just a moment."
Veritaserum? Truth liquid? Had somebody made a potion like that? And for Rowena to not have told them about it... either this group is extremely secretive and smart or they were just bluffing. Godric snorted. He knew exactly which one it was.
"Oh, I'm so scared." Godric mocked. "Shivering to my boots."
"You should be!" Moody growled. "We'll pry out all your secrets before getting rid of you!"
"Ooh, death threats, my favorite."
"I-"
The door opened. Godric internally cackled out how many times Moody had been cut off. It was just not his day. A dour looking man walked in, black robes billowing. Salazar would have loved the guy's style.
The black-haired man held up a small potion bottle, presumably the so-called 'truth serum', to the old man, rudely ignoring Godric.
"Two drops if he's not an occlumens, no more than three drops if he is." The dour man drawled, down to the point. "I'm assuming you want three?"
"Three drops." Moody suspiciously glared at Godric, who cockily smiled back. "Do I need to force you drink it, boy!"
"Are you sure?" The greasy haired nobody asked, glancing distastefully at Godric - the nerve of people these days. Godric was one of the most strongest wizards in the hemisphere. He could even call himself the strongest some days! And here he was, being treated like a nobody! The real nobodies in the room continued to converse among themselves. "I doubt we would need to waste Veritaserum on some lowlife. Two drops should do."
Were they implying Godric wasn't strong? Godric frowned at the slight. Should Godric drink this unknown, possibly poisonous concoction? Probably not. But... it was a challenge, and he wasn't going to back down like a coward.
"I'll drink it if you let me see what's in it." Of course, Godric wasn't about to drink some unknown substance. Despite his friends' belief that he was an idiot... he was not that much of an idiot.
"You don't have a choice here, Death Eater." Moody snarled in his face. "Three drops. Better safe than sorry." The sour looking man -to his credit- only gave off the impression that he was rolling his eyes and "
Moody grumbled some nasty words about traitors and spies but let the dark clothed man approach Godric. "Well, Death Eater. Open wide." Moody crookedly grinned. "It's time for you to start telling the truth/
"Okay, look here Sir Moody." -See! He could be polite!- "Death eater? I'm not a death eater. As far as I know, I'm not part of any witch coven." Only witches from witch covens had those tacky names. Godric was fine with just being known as the most powerful wizard around. "And look. I'm doing you a favor by agreeing to drink it at all. I don't have to. I could just leave right now. Be thankful that I'm even amusing your whole little plot."
Godric was sure that Moody was going to need to be physically held off from punching him if Godric said one more thing. It was tempting, but Godric was more focused on making sure he man with the potion didn't get a drop in.
"Sit still!" The man hissed.
Godric chuckled with his mouth closed. Though that could be considered more of a grumble. "In your dreams."
The man huffed before pulling out his wand that Godric quickly headbutted out of the way. The man looked shocked before quickly turning dark and went to retrieve it.
Godric opened his mouth to taunt the man but Albus - the old codger - discretely shot a curse at him that Godric quickly deflected with a wandlessly created magic shield.
The moment Albus decided to slyly immobilize Godric, had turned Godric from an amused kidnapped victim into the angry, righteous warrior he was known to be.
"What the fuck?" Godric yelled at the coward. "You dare to do commit such an underhand tactic!"
The coward just faintly looked at him in surprise, not caring about his atrocious deed. "I was told you could do wandless magic, but I didn't expect you to be so strong at it."
Godric fumed at the patronization. Everybody knew that any wizards with any talent could create a wandless shield.
"Patronize me again, I dare you." Godric whispered. "I'll destroy this house and the very land you stand on."
"Now, now. There's no need for threats." The old man said condescendingly, infuriating Godric even more. "This is a simple misunderstanding-"
"Misunderstanding! This is not a misunderstanding you old fuck!"
Magic exploded throughout the room.
Salazar woke up in a drafty room with a bunch of masked people and a snake like, noseless man.
"Hi?"
The noseless man furiously glared at the masked people. "The ritual was supposed to summon Salazar Slytherin, you fools! Not a useless child!
Salazar stood still, not knowing if he was supposed to say he was Salazar Slytherin.
The noseless man turned to him. "What's your name, child?"
Salazar stayed quiet.
"Your name!" He rasped.
"S-sal?" Salazar answered.
"Sal... no relation to Salazar Slytherin?"
Salazar slowly shook his head. "I mean... I'm Salazar Slytherin?"
The noseless man cackled.
Salazar furrowed his eyebrows, thoroughly weirded out.
Only he ever cackled at random intervals to freak people out.