A Thousand Years

"A war that is your fault." She stated bluntly. Salazar quirked an eyebrow, "I don't plan on living for the next 900 years Hermione, so I don't understand how I could be the cause of a war almost a millennium in the future." Slowly Hermione pulled the sleeve of her shirt up exposing the jaggedly carved letters in her arm. "Blood purity, you started it, but they finished it."