Milay liked roaming around in the Room Of Requirement, imagining who could have built it. At first she thought of Rowena Ravenclaw, but later decided against it. It didn't seem as though Rowena liked anyone, or had any sympathy. Milay liked to think Rowena solely built Hogwarts for Purebloods, something Milay was not. Milay then decided that Helga Hufflepuff could have built the room, and was later proved correct in a diary she found under a box containing a beautiful Diadem. The diary's pages were brittle, and she feared they might tear but she opened it nevertheless and Milay sat crossed legs on the floor and began reading the diary entries, wishing not to be disturbed and the room listened, everything disappeared and she sat in what she recognized as a library.

Dear Diary,

I sold the Manor, as nothing would become of it. A man bought it from me, who identified himself as Silas Gryffindor, Godric's uncle. I should have known that under two weeks, the serpent green hues of the Manor would have been replaced by bright hues of orange and reds.

I am not upset with this, father had been obsessed with the stone. He tried bringing mother back, but it was not really her. That is what he told me before he took his last breath.

Godric and I have decided to go on a quest. We had no particular destination in mind, just to get away from here. Anywhere, I really do not care. This town brings back memories, memories of her and I hate them. There was a time, where I would constantly dream of her. It stopped on my nineteenth birthday, it hurt the first time but I learned to live with it.

Godric and I had met two women, who were vaguely friends. One looked from absolute riches and caught my eye instantly. She looked pure. The other one wore a hand me down dress and although she looked like the dirt, the muck and soot my deceased father had said Muggle-born witches were, I liked her. But the pure one, who introduced herself as Rowena Ravenclaw, she was beautiful beyond the word beauty.

Rowena and Godric instantly hit it off and an unknown feeling brewed in me, brewed like the Potions I brewed. I was angry at this and jealous. Of course she would rather be with Godric rather than with me.

The woman with golden curls, in the hand me down dress, identified herself as Helga Hufflepuff spoke with me the entire way we traveled down to Hogsmeade. I hated every minute of it, though I pretended to be interested in the different types of cauldrons there could be.

We became friends rather quickly, although I tried to drift away from them. Godric noticed this and set me up with Helga on a date. I hated it and I wished I could hex him and her, although I restrained myself from doing so.

Milay hummed in surprise. "Godric set Salazar up with Helga and she agreed that blindly?!" She whistled. "This surely wouldn't have happened if he was evil right from the start." She shook her head, reading a new entry.

Dear Diary,

Feelings make us human, I was told, if that is so, then what am I? I hardly am happy, I hardly smile, I am only depressed, am only hurt, am only afraid of falling asleep and never awakening. I worry a lot, but I do not tell Godric this. He will only tell me to smile more, be more positive, try to live, try to love. But I can not do such things. I am afraid I will get hurt again.

Milay sniffed, suddenly feeling sorry for Salazar. All her life, she had been taught that Salazar betrayed the others, tried to murder them that he and he alone was the beginning of the never ending sling of murderous, evil and vile Slytherins. Milay hated herself for this.

I once got hurt, and it hurt really bad. I am a coward at admitting it. I can never admit such a thing, or tell any of the others. Godric will merely tell me that the person I once loved was clearly not the one for me. Rowena will explain the cosmos to me, and tell me how we were not star crossed lovers. Helga will cry and attack me with hugs and kisses, and give me plants to brighten my days for days on end.

I love them, but not as much as I loved my parents.

Milay now had tears brimming in her eyes and she sniffed, wiping them away.

Godric lives to make me laugh, although I hardly feel like it. Although when I laugh, it feels empty, it feels forced, it feels as though I am not truly happy but I laugh anyway.

Rowena lives to educate me on different stars, on different languages and I have to say, I enjoy it. I enjoy hearing her voice, I enjoy watching her eyes sparkle like the stars she always raves about.

Helga, although I was keen on hating her, I enjoy working with her in the school that we built together. She was highly talented in what we called Herbology. It kept her alive, her soft, brown eyes shine brighter than Rowena's and soon I found myself falling for her as well.

Milay sniffed harder, hardly stopping the rivulets that fell from her eyes and a handkerchief appeared, she eyed the initials before wiping her eyes. H. H. And Milay thought that even though Helga was gone, she still cared for the students here at Hogwarts because it was after all, the school they had built together.

Dear Diary,

Helga showed me something last night. She had found me working on my Amortentia Potion. She first started asking me what I could smell and I told her nothing. It was true though, I could not smell anything. The room was void of smell and Helga told me she could smell rain, freshly baked goods and plants. I grimaced at the three. I hate rain, it reminds me of my mother, my father, the days I would sulk all day, refusing to leave my dungeons, refusing to speak to anyone but Helga. She did not judge me, she never told anyone as well about all the days she wept on my shoulder and I wept on hers. Helga was my friend and possibly, more.

Helga had come from Wales and she did not have the most wonderous upbringing. Her father had been burned alive, her mother hung at the stake for being a witch. She was only two at the point and her sister, who was only fifteen, had to care for the both of them.

Helga showed me a room. A room she called the Room Of Requirement. A room she called her most prized possession. It was spectacular. The room lived up to its given name, if you required anything, it would provide. The only exception being food. For some odd reason. Helga's Charm work was amazing, and even though I tried helping, the room still refused to provide food.

She then asked me to keep it a secret from the others first, because Rowena had something she wanted to show us, no doubt she would boast about it

Rowena was skilled in everything but Potions and Herbology. But I was glad for it, Potions belonged to me and Herbology belonged to Helga. This slightly made me sad, but happy as well.

Rowena showed us stairs, the very same stairs Godric once leapt from and landed at a rather odd angle on the other side. But then I noticed something else, they were moving and Rowena assured us with this, when we open the school for the very first time next week, will help keep the students on time.

*

Milay desperately tried hiding the obvious Slytherin badge on the cover of the diary but couldn't. That's when she decided to rip it off and replace it with the one her boyfriend, Ashton Corner, had gifted her. She now sat at the Hufflepuff table, with the third year Cedric Diggory plastered beside her and the seventh year Nymphadora Tonks in front of her. They didn't bother her, and she was grateful for this.

Dear Diary,

The school opens today and I admit to being slightly scared. What if no child will land in my house? What if no child is worthy to proudly wear the Slytherin badge on their robes? Godric had prepared a speech for the seven children that had come. It was depressing, really. He spoke of being wise as a Ravenclaw, loyal as a Hufflepuff, brave as a Gryffindor and ambitious as a Slytherin.

Three were sorted into Gryffindor, hardly any surprise there. Two went to Ravenclaw and the other two to Hufflepuff and my friends assured me I will receive students the following year. I hardly doubt it.

We found out Rowena was pregnant, and I was certain it was Godric's but Rowena told us she had been courting a man named Benedict Abercrombie.

I really enjoy teaching them about what I truly love, even if no child was worthy enough to wear the green colors of a true Slytherin.

Milay sighed, earing a glance from both Nymphadora and Cedric.

"Reading your diary?" Cedric asked, clearly oblivious to what she was truly reading. Milay smiled. Maybe she should tell someone about the diary she found, maybe someone else deserved to know that Salazar wasn't truly as horrible as the legends had twisted him to be.

"Actually no." She scooted closer to him and she could clearly see his cheeks flush red momentarily. Milay brushed it off. She was in her fifth year and most of the younger students look up to her as though she was their sister, she didn't understand why. That's until she found out it was because she was the Hufflepuff Keeper and that she managed to stop three of Charlie Weasley's balls when he was still a Chaser. "It's Salazar's."

Cedric blinked rapidly, not thinking she was telling the truth. Milay sighed and began reading a new diary entry to him.

"Dear Diary,

Rowena had a dream. A dream where I would betray them, a dream where I would fight with Godric and this hurt me. I would never dare think of hurting the only people who had actually shown me true love, people who accepted me for who and what I am. People who did not judge me because my dad was a psychopath obsessed with a stone that might or might not work. But the thing that hurt me the most was that Helga seemed to believe Rowena.

Rowena might be a Seer, but that does not mean she is right.

Helga came to apologize to me, saying she hadn't an idea what to think of all this. I kissed her. I was so stupid. I kissed her and she fled. I should have known she would never love me the way I love her."

"That's sad." Nymphadora commented, apparently intrigued by Milay's findings. Milay only smiled at her before she continued to read.

"She was not at dinner, nor at breakfast the following day. I fear I have frightened her. I decided that if she wants to act as though she is a child and hide from me, I will let her be and drown in my research.

I have discovered a new healing potion and I named it Dittany. I wish I could drink it so it can mend my broken heart, but that is not possible. It unfortunately only works on skin and knowing Rowena, she will gladly tell me the heart is made up of tissue and muscle, not skin.

Godric is getting married. We do not know the lady however Godric assured us we will shortly meet her, as she will teach here next year. She will be teaching Astronomy, as Rowena can no longer teach at night due to her pregnancy."

"That's it? That's where it ends?" Cedric asked clearly now very much intrigued by the diary. "Just when it got good?"

"There's still a few other pages to go you know."

"Read! We need to hear this! I can't actually believe you found his diary! Where'd you get it?"

"Room of Requirement. I reckon Helga kept it safe after he left and automatically thought of the room first. It makes sense, as Salazar admitted to helping her with the room at some point." Milay shrugged.

"You know more! Tell us!" Nymphadora shrieked, her hair turning a bright yellow, an evident sign she was beyond the word excited.

"His dad died, he sold the Manor to Silas Gryffindor, Godric's uncle. He and Godric went on an adventure, met Rowena and Helga. Built Hogwarts, fell in love with Helga, kissed her and she hid from him like a child. And you know the rest." Milay shrugged, not bothering going into detail. "Oh and I think one of the Peverell brothers was his dad, the one with the stone, because he said his father was obsessed with the stone and tried bringing his mother back but it wasn't really her."

"Okay! Read now!" Cedric said, paying more attention. Milay raised a brow at him but began reading the second last entry anyway.

"Dear Diary,

The year has gone by so fast and the work has kept me away from writing. I hadn't had time to write anything, I teach Dark Arts and Potions, whilst Godric teaches Defense Against The Dark Arts and Transfiguration. Rowena teaches Charms only now, and Helga Herbology and she's our Matron.

Rowena's getting bigger, and her feet are getting swollen. I pray she gives birth during the summer break and I hope she will be as fit as a fiddle before the children arrive and hopefully, more children will arrive. I pray I will have students to fill my common room with life, even if it is only two, I pretty much do not mind at this point.

I finally got a hold of Helga and apologized for my atrocious behavior. She did not say anything in return, she merely left. I hate admitting it, but it hurt. It hurt alot.

I spun a fable to the others, saying I am ill and I do not wish to be disturbed, but I was not ill. I stayed in my dungeons and cried myself to sleep. It feels as though I only have you Diary, for you do not judge me, you do not make fun of me, you merely listen and that is all I ever wanted. Someone to listen to me."

"He was one sad man." Nymphadora said. "Tell us more in the common room. I have Charms."

*

"Okay, this is the almost last entry, right?" Cedric asked and Milay nodded.

"Dear Diary,

It is worse.

I am plagued by dreams, of me killing them all. Beginning with Helga, then Rowena and lastly Godric. I must run away.

Rowena thinks I will murder them all, I will not do such a thing. But no matter how many times I try to assure them, they just ignore me and listen to Rowena instead.

I was friends with Godric way before they came along. Godric should trust me, not them but he just has to listen to them. I might be saying this a lot, but it is true, Rowena might be a Seer but what she sees, is not true."

"And that's the end of that one." Milay said, sighing and turned the page. "The last one, coming up."

"Are you going to tell anyone?" Nymphadora asked and Milay shook her head. "Why not?"

"You guys know, and that's enough. The rest of the world can think Salazar was cruel and vicious but we know the truth, we know who the evil one truly was."

"Okay, that's fair. But who was the evil one?"

"I'll tell you," Milay began, running a hand through her blonde hair before her crystal blue eyes landed on Cedric's. "After this."

Nymphadora nodded, not understanding. She didn't know who the evil one was. But she listened to Milay's reading as though it was a song.

"Dear Diary,

Helga and I finally spoke of what happened and one thing turned to another. I was woken by Helga's soft hands against my rough face, she told me I should run away. And so, that is when I decided to let my plan into motion.

I never wrote the plan down, in fear of they might find my diary and read all its contents.

I created a Chamber, and hid a Basilisk in it. In hopes of it attacking the others, they discarded me to the sidelines, they told the children I wanted to murder them, that they should tread far from me. My father was a vain man, not me.

And it all began with Rowena."

Milay wanted to cry. She had uncovered so many things about Salazar, things no one should have but she did. Milay thought she found the diary for a reason, maybe Helga trusted Milay enough. And that's all that mattered.

"So Rowena was the bad guy?" Cedric asked and Milay nodded.

"Don't tell anyone of this. It stays between the three of us." Milay said and the both of them nodded, understanding.

"What are you going to do with the diary?" Nymphadora asked and Milay smiled, she knew just what to do with the diary.

"I think I'll keep it. Maybe I'll write something in it too," Milay shrugged. "Someone worthy enough deserves to know the truth about Salazar, and who the evil one truly was. And hopefully, they will know about me as well. And hopefully, they will tell the entire world." She smiled at them, feeling happy that even though she was a Half-Blood, she did something right. She found his diary, and that's all that mattered. "Or not."