Okay so, I decided that it would be cool to write a fic about the founders and what they'd be like in our times. It's a bit stupid because if they were born in our times then there'd be no Hogwarts to attend and such... But forget about the logic for a while, okay? Let's pretend that someone else built Hogwarts. Also I've given them all different last names, because otherwise it could get a bit odd, but I'll try not to use those too much. Anyway, here's Chapter One.

Helga had told her mum that she was a little bit nervous about her first day at Hogwarts. And by a little bit, she meant a lot. What if the other children didn't like her? What if she was sorted into Slytherin? She bit her lip as she sat down in an empty carriage, determined to pull herself together. She was of average height but folded her arms over her stomach as she spotted a tall black haired girl walk past her carriage, she was painfully aware that she was bigger than the rest of the girls here.

Rowena couldn't wait to get to Hogwarts. Just thinking of all the classes and the spells and the experienced teachers made her smile. She was a tall girl for her age, with long shining black hair, full lips and dark eyelashes. She got a lot of glances from boys, one of whom was Salazar.

Sitting in his carriage with old friends who he'd known from before Hogwarts, Salazar was struck by the beauty of the dark haired girl, and he wondered why he'd never seen her before. She wasn't a Mudblood was she? No. No one who looked like that was a Mudblood. He smirked, he was a Slytherin, or at least he would be soon, and he'd be more than happy for her to join him there.

"What're you smiling at?" One of his oldest friends, Godric, asked him.

"She was hot."

"We're only eleven Salazar."

Salazar shrugged. "I can still admire can't I?"

Godric rolled his eyes. "Whatever."

Back in Helga's carriage, she was still alone, until the black haired witch she'd seen earlier came back, and sat down.

"Hope you don't mind," she said, her voice light but firm at the same time, "Everywhere else is full." And then she went on to pull a book from her lap and began reading.

Helga spent most of the train ride trying to convince herself to say something to the girl, but she looked too emerged in her book and Helga really didn't want to disturb her.

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