A/N: Okay, well, this is my first fic so I hope you like it! I am very new to this whole thing so please be gentle with me! *hides behind a chair* I'm a newbie! Other than that, I have to say if anyone reads this can you please review as these make me feel all happy and warm inside! Plus, best reviewer gets a sneak preview!
Summary: A completely AU story. Slytherin wasn't the only house with a secret and now Griffindor's will be unveiled. Nobody was expecting Hogwarts to change this fast. Can The Golden Trio deal with this new adventure, or will it become all too much?
Back thousands of years ago, when the 4 founders were still alive and well to protect the magical school they had founded, discord had begun to grow amongst them. Each founder had found fault with each other and were now refusing to speak with each other, each one convinced that they alone were right. However, Rowena Ravenclaw, the smartest one of all four, realised that this feud was soon to tear Hogwarts apart. After weeks of silence and disgusted looks being shared between the founders, she had finally had enough and decided to make peace with the others in hopes to restore happiness to their school and allow it to flourish once more. Head held high, Rowena swept through the corridors of the magnificent castle until she had quickly reached Godric Griffindor's chambers. Her hand hovered above the door for a moment before she gathered her wits and rapped on the heavy wood. When no response was forthcoming, she pressed her ear to the door. Silence was heard from within. Her curiosity now peaked; she silently pulled her wand out from her robes and swiftly unlocked the door. She stepped inside to find an empty room.
"Homenum revelio," She murmured, wand still out. The spell soared through the room. She frowned as the spell revealed not one, but two people hidden in the room. Now determined to discover his secret, Rowena moved further into the room, wand aloft. She cast her mind around for a spell before whispering the chosen words with the accompanying arm movements to complete the incantation. At once, a shimmering outline of a door appeared in one of the walls. Smiling, satisfied with her wand work, she approached the door, lowering the magical instrument before running her fingertips over the wall until she felt a small indentation in the brick work. Gently, she pushed the brick and, sure enough, it slid further into the wall forcing the wall to move smoothly to one side. Encouraged, Rowena slid through into a darkened corridor, the door sliding shut behind her. Pushing some dark hair from her face, she raised her wand once more. "Lumos!" She muttered as her wand light flared. Lifting her robes up, she made her way along the gloomy passage. She was walking for a long time and was about to turn around and head back when she saw a sliver of light. Quickening her pace, the light source drew closer. Jogging now, Rowena realised the light was from another room, hidden by an almost closed door. Pressing her eye to the opening, she saw the unmistakeable scarlet and gold robes of her fellow founder. His back was to the door and he appeared to be in deep conversation. Once more casting an incantation, she listened in to what he was saying.
"...No! How many times, child? You cannot leave your chambers! It is far too dangerous for you to be in the castle at present. With things so tense amongst us all, I fear they will use you and I cannot, will not, allow that, understood?" He raged.
"But father!" Another, more feminine, voice protested. Rowena clapped her hand to her mouth to stifle her gasp.
"Father?" She mouthed in shock. Meanwhile, Godric was speaking once more.
"No! I will not say it again!"
"But if you will just listen..." The child begged.
"It is for your own good, Genevieve," Godric insisted. "I am doing this for you."
"But father, how can I be a great witch if you keep me trapped in here?" The child, Genevieve, asked desperately. Rowena peered at the man she knew well as he placed his hands down on the young girl's shoulders.
"I will teach you all I know, and with that knowledge you will become great like your parents."
"But father..."
"I'm sorry it has to be like this, but I can't risk you getting injured." He explained softly to his daughter. The famed wizard glanced around. "I must leave, but I promise you I will be back soon." He vowed. Rowena quickly pressed herself to the wall and cast a Non Verbal Disillusioning Charm as the founder of Griffindor house walked past. She held her breath until his footsteps faded. Then she went back over to the door, where she saw a young child slump dejectedly down onto a four poster bed.
"Yes, you promise, but you never remember." Genevieve muttered sadly, glaring at the door with resentment. Deciding now was the time to leave, Rowena Ravenclaw began to back away. However, she tripped up over her long midnight blue robes and fell to the ground with a thud.
"Ouch!" She cried out before she could prevent herself. The door was suddenly thrown open as a girl of around 9 stood there, wand in hand and glancing around.
"Who's there? Show yourself!" She demanded without fear. When no response came, she waved her wand and said "Homenum revelio." Rowena blanched at those words, knowing her presence would be sensed. Giving up, Rowena stood up and removed the charm concealing her from view.
"Hello there." She greeted. The girl stood there with wand still poised, ready to strike. Rowena ran a hand over her face before she held up her hands in surrender. "Look, I'm not going to do anything. Can we talk?" She asked. Slowly, Genevieve lowered her wand and stepped back into her room, motioning for the Head of Ravenclaw house to follow. Rowena glanced around the lavishly decorated room before taking a better look at the girl in question. She had long light brown hair with streaks of gold in it which fell in a silken wave down her back and intense hazel eyes with flecks of gold and green in them. Her body was slender and she was dressed in Muggle clothing. It was a long dress in pale blue and white, the sleeves falling down her arms and the top half of the dress moulded to her body. The girl sighed and flopped down onto the bed.
"What do you want?" She asked, defeated. Rowena frowned and sat next to the child.
"To talk." Was all she said. Genevieve snorted.
"Yeah right! Nobody has ever wanted to 'talk' with me before. Not even my own father." The last bit was spoken so quietly Rowena almost missed it.
"Well I do." Rowena told her, placing a hand tenderly over Genevieve's. The young girl looked up, hope flickering in her chest.
"Really?" She asked.
"Really." The older of the pair nodded, a small smile on her face. A matching grin appeared on the hidden girl's face and slowly grew wider. Soon, both were grinning. "So, how long have you been here?" She asked, gesturing to the room.
"All my life." Genevieve replied distastefully. "Father," She spat the word out "Is under the impression that if he supplies me with any material possession I wish for, then I will be happy." She looked around the room sadly. "These four walls are all I've ever known."
"But that's awful!" Rowena cried, aghast. "Each child needs freedom, otherwise how will you grow to be a magnificent woman?"
"I tried to tell him that, but he won't listen." She informed her, shoulders slumping. "No matter what I say, he won't change his mind."
"Well, if he won't let you out to speak to anyone, then I will simply come to you." Rowena decided. When Genevieve looked surprised, Rowena ran a hand over the girl's hair. "Everybody needs somebody to talk to. And, from what I can tell, I take it Godric doesn't always come as he promises?" She hazarded a guess, looking at the trapped child. Genevieve nodded sullenly.
"He always says he'll return quickly, but it's always months, sometimes nearly a year, before he'll remember and visit me in my comfortable prison." She chuckled without humour. "Oh the joys of being me."
"Well, don't worry. You've got me now." Rowena reassured her. Genevieve just nodded, then turned and looked at the older witch directly in the eye.
"So, I'm curious, how did you find me?" the witch-in-training asked. Rowena just smiled sagely and told her story. Genevieve nodded thoughtfully. "Well, in my opinion, it might just work. Dad's pretty keen to end the feud, but his stubborn pride means he won't make the first move." Genevieve explained. Rowena chuckled heartily.
"Yes, that does sound a lot like him." She agreed. The two stayed for a long time, discussing each other's interests and dislikes. Genevieve felt a twinge of sadness as she realised that this strange woman that she'd only met mere hours ago probably knew more about her than her own family. Not allowing her emotions to show, she watched as Rowena bade her farewell as she slipped away, the door shutting quietly behind her as her footsteps receded. Sighing heavily, she threw herself back onto the bed, wondering if Rowena would really show up.
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Much to Genevieve's surprise, Rowena did return. Weeks passed and the two continued to meet in secret. As Genevieve had predicted, her dad didn't return 'soon' as he'd promised and she was taught magic by the head of Ravenclaw instead. Soon her skill was almost as good as the fabled witch and she could perform spells that most witches her age would not be able to accomplish for years. Each time they spent in her chambers, Rowena became more and more like a mother to her. The weeks soon stretched into months, and months into years. Time passed and, before the girl knew it, it was Genevieve's birthday. The young girl awoke excitedly; as this was the day she turned 11, and was now applicable to attend Hogwarts as a student. Jumping out of her bed, she rushed around getting dressed. She decided on a long plain white skirt along with a pastel pink top with short sleeves. Once she'd used a household spell to lace up the back of her top, she sat down at her dressing table and began brushing her hair, before putting in a simple pink Alice band and smiling at her reflection. Grabbing her wand off the dresser, she put it in a pocket in her skirt before padding across the thick carpet to her bookshelf. As she levitated a book down from one of the higher shelves, revelling in her new found talent at non verbal spells, a knock on the door was heard. Grabbing the book, she walked over to the door and pulled it open with ease. Her smile broadened as she saw her regular guest stood there with a caring smile on her face and a twinkle in her eye. Without a second though Genevieve jumped into Rowena's arms.
"Rowena!" She cried. "What are you doing here? You're supposed to be coming next Thursday!" She said, confused yet delighted. Rowena shook her head.
"Well, I'm not going to miss your birthday am I?" She said smiling at her young friend. Genevieve's feelings of family were shared by Rowena and she felt as if she had not only found a confidant who she could tell anything to but she had also found the daughter she had never had. And now she took every opportunity she had to spend with the young girl. Chuckling at her young apprentice and practically adopted daughter she waved her wand and, at once, many presents appeared, all dotted around the room. Genevieve gasped in delight as they all appeared magically.
"You remembered!" Genevieve exclaimed.
"Well of course I did!" Rowena said. Then she realised. "Let me guess, your father forgets?" She said, disdain in her tone. Genevieve nodded.
"Every year." She replied solemnly. Rowena closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose. Even after this length of time, she never understood Godric's reluctance to be with his own child. She had, unbeknownst to Genevieve, even dropped hints in front of him to try and subtly remind him to go and see his daughter. Each time he failed to notice. She couldn't understand him and why he'd just left the girl alone for so long. Dragging herself back to the present, Rowena watched the young girl brush away a few stray tears angrily. "Sorry," Genevieve apologised, sniffing. "I don't know why I got upset. I mean, after all, he's never showed up." Rowena placed a hand on her shoulder gently.
"Even though we know things won't happen, it doesn't stop us from hoping they will." She said sagely. Genevieve nodded.
"Wise words from a wise woman," She replied quietly. Shaking her head, she looked up and smiled at her mentor. "But enough of this, shall we enjoy today?" She asked, a twinkle in her eye. Rowena nodded and they spent the next few hours celebrating together, unaware of how sour their situation was about to turn.
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Salazar Slytherin was cunning, clever and many things besides. So, he noticed Rowena Ravenclaw slipping away regularly and disappearing for hours before she would reappear with a miraculous explanation as to where she had been. Intrigued as to find out where she kept vanishing off to, the sly magician followed the Ravenclaw founder to find out for himself what secret she was keeping. So, his surprise was great when he discovered it was not her but his once good friend Griffindor who was keeping a secret child hidden within the castle walls. That was three weeks ago and finally, the time had come to put his plan into action. He knew that the child was a perfect way to get at not one, but two of the people who had caused him so much trouble. However, the girl was too young. So he bided his time until the day of her 11th birthday came around. This was the day he would finally swoop in and seize his prize. Smiling sadistically to himself, he waited, ready, outside the door to the child's room. His cold eyes glinted with malice as he anticipated the reaction of his rival as he found out that he, Salazar Slytherin, would be able to use his own child against him. Finally, he decided he had waited long enough and, despite the fact Rowena was still with the girl, he swung open the door and stepped inside.
"Salazar!" Rowena gasped, shielding the young girl with her body. Slytherin smirked down at them.
"Rowena," He greeted with a mock bow. "What a surprise to find you here." He said, faking shock. Ravenclaw scowled.
"What do you want, Slytherin?" She hissed. He raised an eyebrow.
"What makes you thing I want anything?" He challenged. Ravenclaw made a noise of disgust.
"Oh please! You wouldn't be here if it wasn't for your own personal gain." She shot back, eyes narrowed. Slytherin sighed and held his hands up.
"Fair play, old friend. You know me too well." He confessed. Then he looked directly at her, with a steely glint in his cold black orbs. "I'm here for the girl." He told her sharply. Rowena protected Genevieve as the young witch blanched.
"Over my dead body." Ravenclaw hissed, her eyes darkening as she protected the young girl. Slytherin laughed, cold and cruel.
"My dear Ravenclaw, I don't believe you have any say in the matter." He responded, leaning around her to leer at Genevieve, who clung to Rowena's shoulder. "And this must be the daughter of Godric Griffindor! Why what an honour!" He exclaimed, clutching a hand to his heart. Genevieve narrowed her eyes at him and glared.
"I may be young, but I'm not stupid." She snapped "What do you want with me?" She demanded, holding her head high. Slytherin's smirk grew more pronounced.
"Ah, I see you inherited your father's bravery." He noted in a sickly sweet tone. "And child, seeing as you asked, I will tell you the answers to your questions. I want to make you my own daughter." He replied, leering down at her. Genevieve's glare grew in intensity. Stepping from behind Rowena, she brushed off her mentor's protective hand and stepped up close to Salazar, a look of disgust forming on her face.
"Read my lips," She spat. "I will never, ever, let you be my father." She hurled each word at him. At that moment, Salazar clamped a hand down on her shoulder. Genevieve blanched and began to struggle in his grip, furiously attempting to free herself. However, his age and strength prevented her escape. Rowena watched as he began to drag the girl away, kicking and struggling. Genevieve whipped her head round to face Rowena.
"Genevieve..." She whispered. The young girl nodded, tears in her eyes.
"Do it." She told her. Nodding, Rowena grabbed Salazar Slytherin and pulled him back into the room as she drew her wand.
"Salazar," She cried. "You will not take her." She vowed.
"Like you can stop me." He snarled, throwing Genevieve to one side and binding the girl's legs as he whipped his own wand out from the folds of his emerald robes. Before Rowena could blink, he slashed his wand through the air and sent a bubble flying towards her, trapping her inside. Genevieve slyly grabbed her own wand, and a jewelled box that she tucked into her dress. Slytherin turned to face her with a malicious grin. Genevieve smiled serenely.
"You've left me no choice, Slytherin."She admitted. He looked confused as she too pulled her wand out and waved it in a complex web of motion. As her spell was completed, there was a bright white flash, and the secret daughter of Godric Griffindor vanished, never to be seen again. Or so people assumed.
Well, that was it! My first chapter...ever! I hope you like the concept. If you did, please review. If you didn't, please review and tell me why so I can improve the story!
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