HP wandering

I don't know where I came from or where I will go. I have had glory, engraved as history, and I have had friends to go forward with. Time is merciless, long enough to make the world forget. In the long course of life, it is full of time pain and healing, describing glory and loneliness. Memory, annihilated in the long river of history, only time to remember it has been thousands of years since I woke up again from deep sleep. Most of my friends in those years have turned into Loess and buried underground and deep in my memory; I wonder if the castle in the jungle still stands. His former name, Salazar Slytherin, should still be in the ancient magic contract a new identity is a new life. I don't know what waves will turn up.