Breakthrough: This is a new and edited, extended and improved version of my original story of Harry Potter and the Heirs of the Founders. I wrote the original around 3 years ago when I was 16 and, judging by the grammatical spelling mistakes and such, my English wasn't as good as it is now. You can check that out and see a major difference.

I know this story will seem double posted, hence I added extended in the title. The first version will be removed once I complete editing this, mainly because the first version is "horrible in all means of English grammars." The reason I have not removed it before editing is that my computer is near it's peak, and it is around 80 chance this story could get lost in that way. I don't have any backups, sorry.

I humbly beg all of you not to see this story as a double-posted story out of the meaning to hunt down reviews or readers... Once this edited (and partly extended) version is finished, Harry Potter and the Heirs of the Founders will be removed from my account.

Please enjoy!

//Shitza

Before you start reading: This story takes place after OotP. It does not however include spoilers from the two laterbooks as those had not been published before the first post.

Harry Potter and the heirs of the Founders. (E&E)

Prologue

(Somewhere in the north of Scandinavia)

The sky rumbled over the lush, green. Something was moving towards them, something huge, beautiful yet evil. It was like a wall of shadows that surrounded the once great castle, constructed to stand against all kinds of weather, but this storm was way different. It was evil, cruel and darkness grew steadily in their minds. Green lightnings of the Avada Kedavra curse were cast upon everything that moved, weather human or creature. The newest target by the Great Dark Lord was this old school, up north in the middle of nowhere. His plans of taking over the world had just begun, and the first part, by gaining more followers, had just started. They would work from the weakest to the strong, gain the power of armies of many young wizards and witches from all the Wizard schools in Europe, fill their young minds with his new religion of pure blood mania and domination of the races. And once he had all of these armies under him, he would finally be lord over the world, his noble Slytherin blood master everything.

(Rosengard)

Crushed glass covered the floor, all teachers were on their feet moving quickly within the ruined corridors. Among the many panicked yells and flashes of spells one elder man and a middle-aged woman ran side by side, hurrying to the location of the worst battles.

"Get the students inside, " said an old man, the headmaster Cornelius Johnsson, of Rosengard's School of Magical Illusions and Etc, a small school for witches and wizards, who seek friendship between magic- and non-magic folks. "Hurry, the Dark Lord will burst through the gates at any minute. "

"Cornelius" said the elder witch he was giving instructions to. "Are you sure that is any good idea. Wouldn't it be better if we fled instead? "

"If you have better ideas come up with it. I'm not fleeing from someone who thinks he can come here and take over this castle. Assemble the teachers immediately and prepare yourself for a rough night. "

He sighed. Because he knew the battle was lost long ago. Neither he nor any other teacher possessed the strength to drive the Dark Lord away.

"Headmaster" said a young angered female voice from behind. "I demand that you let me fight this with you. You can't just send me away with the others like a herd of cows. I want to fight."

"I'm sorry Cassandra," was all he could say, knowing how much the young woman sought to help those dear to her. "I can't. I know that you are powerful, but the decision was not mine, it was your mother's. And I can't go against her will."

A large explosion came from the gate. He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named had finally broken through their defences... it would soon be over...

"Take this!" yelled the elderly wizard and threw a silver spoon at her, just as piercing snake-eyes turned to them. "It's a Portkey. It will take you to Hogwarts. From there you must warn old Albus from me. Only he can save us now!"

The silverspoon touched her left hand and immediately a swirling sensation spread through her body and she was gone.

(Number 4 Private Drive)

In a dark room a boy named Harry woke up, drenched in sweat. His scar seared with pain as he recalled the strange dream he just had.

TBC