Moon Banana Cat- sorry I've been out of it all for so long, you guys probably hate me at the moment, but on the bright side I have new fodder for you! I've taken a break from Funhouse but will be continuing as soon as the muse gets it's butt back into gear. This is going to be an odd little fic. and the first proper chapter will be up later today.

Please review so I know whether to continue with this or not.

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Prologue

The winds whipped around the castle, The Founders stood together in the tower watching over the scene unfolding below them on the grounds of their once prosperous establishment. Rowena buried her head in Godric's shoulder and the massive bear of a man wrapped his arms protectively round his wife's shoulders, his golden hair hiding her face. Helga wrung her hands and a tear rolled down her freckled cheeks, they had done all they could, the children had all returned to the safety of their homes and the families had gone into hiding. Hogwarts was under siege. A horde of muggles encouraged by Dark wizards had taken to their torches to try and rid themselves of the 'Evil' or the 'Devil's people', the accusations differed depending on those who whispered them into the ears of the drunk and sleeping. The Dark wizards' magic pulled and ripped at the very foundations of the school, they had found out early in war that they could use those that The Founders were trying to protect to be their downfall.

The fire flickered and went out.

"They've breached the doors…" whispered Salazar, slumping against the wall. The four exchanged looks of despair.

"Then there's only one thing we can do." Gryffindor slipped from Rowena and picked up one of the four dainty vials from the stand on the desk. The tiny pearlesque bottle, threw rainbows and shapes across the wall, lit by the rain stained window.

"Godric! We can't! It was never tested, I…" Salazar jumped from the wall in horror.

"It's our last chance, even if it doesn't work, it's all we have…" Three of the founders watched on in shock as petite Hufflepuff cradled her vial between her tiny hands, she smiled up at her friends sadly, "Bottoms up, eh?" . Ravenclaw set her shoulders and collected her vial. Gryffindor turned to the dark haired wizard sorrowfully, he knew this was the very last thing his friend wanted to do, it was the least likely to work, it was dangerous and untested, it could be the death of them. Slytherin smirked ruefully

"Bottoms up Helga?" He collected his vial and curled his hands round it's slender form. They turned and left the room.

Helga ran down the corridor, she hoped her friends made it, they had further to travel than her, if they didn't then she hoped that poor Salazar's potion didn't work. Slipping into an alcove she watched as the wall slid away allowing her just enough room to squeeze inside.

Ravenclaw hitched up her skirts allowing herself more freedom to run after her love, he grabbed her arm and spun her round a corner, the rock behind her shattering with the force of the spell hitting where her head had been mere seconds ago. They raced up the staircase and dashed into the library, Godric stomped on the floor three times after they reached the furthermost corner of the restricted section, and sighed in relief as the trap door appeared below his feet, lifting the door he waited for his wife to slip in before jumping down after her and pulling the top down after him. The floor and the opening merged perfectly above them.

"Godric, they were on the 4th floor, Sal, you don't think…"

The golden haired man pulled the stoppers from the two vials and drank his, handing the other one over then kissing his wife.

Slytherin pressed his back tight into the alcove in the dungeons, he only had to cross the corridor and then he was almost there, but a score of muggles with torches were walking right towards him. He took a shaky breath, and tried to work out his chances with his usually calm and logical mind, they weren't good. The men were getting closer. He took one final breath and clenched his fists hard, but not so hard as the damage the precious bottle contained in his right hand. Then he ran. He ran and turned, ran and turned another corner. All he could feel was the burning in his muscles and his lungs. All he could hear was their cries and pounding feet behind him.

He ran and turned, then turned yet again and ran. One more turn, just let me make the last turn, please. Making the final alter in his course as the corridor folded back in on itself , he pulled the stopper out the glass and threw the contents down his throat, still running. His hands smacked up against the dead end and he left his heart trying to escape from his chest. He felt their presence before he heard their calls behind them getting closer. It was done. He stood very still, his ebony hair falling across his face in a veil. He heard the incantation being formed behind him, he felt his world spin. And in the darkness which he now found himself surrounded , he felt the heat of the spell hitting the wall where he had been only moment before. Then the stasis potion pulled the very first Slytherin into it's soothing arms.