Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, but Queen Rowling does:)
He's seen pictures, heard stories, and read a few books. But never in his young life had Louis Weasley imagined that he'd been thinking the thoughts he is now. The picture in the book he's reading shows a golden blond Prince, with lovely dark eyes and a handsome demeanor.
Young Godric Gryffindor.
A Prince in every right, a smile bright on his features, he holds the sword of Gryffindor proudly. Displaying it for all the world to see and Louis melts as he continues to stare, his eyes scanning the page and reading the information.
It is said that Gryffindor is related to the Cornish royal family, later rulers of the Duchy of Cornwall.
Loooking back at the picture Louis can see it, a Golden Prince in an age where everything is changing. Godric Gryffindor the best and most beautiful person he's ever laid eyes on.
Laughter fills the room as Godric sits high on a throne looking down at his father's Court and smiling with the grace & magisty that he was born with. Looking around the high walled room he spotted the soul he'd been searching for.
Louis Weasley, one of his father's advisors Sons, was watching everything around him quietly. Standing the court made way for their Prince. Godric stopped before Louis smiling, all his charm and beauty magnified a thousand times more by the sun shining in from the window.
"My Lord…" Louis stuttered sweeping Godric a bow.
Laughing Godric ruffled his hair. "Young Weasley! How good it is that you've returned to court. Are you well?"
Louis nodded regaining his confidence. "Of course, your Magesty."
Godric accepted this answer ruffling Louis's hair once more before winking and walking out the double doors of his rooms. "Come let us go for a ride!" He shouted before him, severnts, pages and his court following the Prince.
Leaving Louis alone.
That evening Godric met the young Weasley in a dark corridor. In a frenzy of tender caresses, passionate kisses and one sweet embrace Louis knows that Godric Gryffindor is a God, who could make any woman {m a n} weak at just a touch.
a/n: Confused? No need to be this was a dare from: what stars are (my dear Kaye) over at the NextGen Fantics forum. The last part happened in Louis's head {if you didn't catch that}, but who should say that it wasn't real:) It was supposed to be a crack fic, but I like this much better:)
R&R and thank you:)