Firstly I want to thank those who read the original version of this story and who stuck with it. It's been a while, but I'm hoping to improve and change the story into what I wanted instead of just getting words done. I hope y'all enjoy this story and if you feel like leaving a review, please do. If not, I won't load it against you. Again thanks for stopping in a reading my little plot bunny.
Disclaimer: This isn't my sand box, it belongs to J.K Rowling and the lovely people at Warner Brothers. The plot, however, is mine. I make no money off of this creation.
Long ago when Hogwarts was first founded, the Founders knew that one day their help and knowledge may be needed again. So leaving behind the world and sanctuary that they had created so beautifully, they trapped themselves in an unmoving magical painting. The painting they spelled themselves into was one painted of beauty and elegance, no one who looked upon the painting would know it would serve as a prison for the founders, who shaped the magical world, for many, many years to come. The only thing that kept record of their sacrifice and the key to bringing them back into the world of the living, was a journal that the castle itself would guard until long after it crumbled away. Only the castle, the creation of the founders, would know when the proper time to release the book from its hiding.
Although the book was a powerful tool, it would take not only someone of a powerful magical signature, but one pure of both heart and body.
Little did the founders know, that one day one young woman would sacrifice herself for the founders help.
I know it's super short, but trust me it's needed. I promise the next chapter makes up for it.