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Chapter 1:
The date was May 2nd, year 1998 and the second wizarding world has officially ended with the light side being the victor.
Everyone was mourning, cheering, crying and paying their respects; another common action being taken placed, was the praising of the savior of the wizarding world and the conqueror/vanquisher of the Dark Lord, Voldemort.
Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry has been a stable and safe school for all with magical blood since the founders built it in the late Early Middle Ages, c. 993. It was a large, seven-storey high castle supported by magic, with a hundred and forty-two staircases throughout its many turrets and very deep dungeons; and it was regarded as the finest wizarding school in the world.
Over a thousand years later however, the grand, safe and finest wizarding school was in shambles and ruins.
The castle was damaged completely; ceilings were broken in, there were holes in the grounds and walls, classrooms were destroyed, the wondrous Great Hall where thousands if not millions of magical students shared meals and laughter throughout the century was surrounded with blood, scorch marks and bits of broken walls and ceilings; but the worst part of the sacred Great Hall was the dead bodies lined up on the ground as their families and friends sobbed over their lifeless and cold bodies.
Hogwarts that used to be a sanctuary with the powerful wards placed inside the walls, protected by Lady Hogwarts herself, was broken in by an evil wizard and his equally horrible followers that craved and thirsted for blood, death, chaos and complete destruction of the castle he once called home.
On the seventh floor in Hogwarts, way ahead of the Room of Requirement was a special painting. This painting was placed by the Founders of Hogwarts themselves.
Godric Gryffindor, Helga Hufflepuff, Rowena Ravenclaw and Salazar Slytherin created the painting in order for them to place a part of their soul and essence inside, so that they could always look after their castle and its residents.
The painting portrayed an exact replica of Hogwarts castle.
Inside the painting of Hogwarts, in the Headmaster's office sat four people around a circular table.
To the North sat a woman with raven black hair and lilac colored eyes, she had a stern look on her beautiful pale face and her sharp eyes were narrowed in anger. To the South sat a tall, thin and lean man, with raven black hair that were a shade darker than the woman's and jade eyes, he had a shrewd look on his face and his fingers were drumming on the table continuously, a sign displaying his anger. To the east sat a slightly plump but voluptuous woman with golden blonde hair and warm chocolate brown eyes, her usually kind face along with her bright smile were discarded in favor for a frown and thinning lips. Lastly, to the west sat a man with fiery red hair, sapphire blue eyes and a shortly trimmed beard, he was very buff and muscular with a sword attached to his waist, his handsome face had wrinkles around his eyes which showed that he smiled a lot; at the moment however, the man had his arms folded tightly around his chest and a scowl on his face.
They were Rowena Ravenclaw, Salazar Slytherin, Helga Hufflepuff and Godric Gryffindor in the respective order and these four founders were not happy at all with the chaos and destruction that landed upon their castle.
"I am so disappointed and disgusted in my heir. That fool Tom Riddle that fashions himself around as Lord Voldemort," Salazar scoffed, spitting at the ground in disgust, "he took apart the wizarding world, destroyed everything we worked for … if I could go back in time and stop his birth from taking place, I would!"
Helga leaned forward placing a dainty hand over Salazar's as she gave him a smile filled with compassion and understanding, yet her eyes were still strained by the current events, "Don't you dare think about blaming yourself for this Salazar! Historians got our story wrong, especially yours, filling the future generations with wrong ideals and hatred, Tom did this to himself and only has himself to blame."
"Helga is right Salazar," Rowena said, with a sharp nod.
Godric however, drifted off, his eyes were slightly glazed over as an insane idea popped into his mind and he finally yelled, "That's it!" causing his three fellow founders to jump in their seat and scowl at him.
"What was that for Ric?" Salazar snapped.
Godric beamed at his usually stern and composed best friend, "Well Sal, you seem to have given me an idea!" the three founders stared clueless at him, causing Godric to huff before he began explaining his speech, a brilliant idea inspired by Salazar Slytherin himself, "how about we transport ourselves to our bodies in the past, and write a spell to create a way of helping the past generation in destroying Tom Riddle for good."
Helga, Rowena and Salazar stared blankly at their brawny friend. To be honest, it was a brilliant yet preposterous plan and it would take a lot of power, something these four were lucky to have.
"I am inclined to agree with Godric's idea," Rowena spoke up through pursed lips causing Helga's eyes to pop slightly and Salazar to raise an eyebrow – Rowena and Godric hardly agree on the same thing.
"Oh don't be so surprised you two, me and Ro do occasionally agree on some things," Godric beamed, waving a careless hand around.
"To do this, we would need Lady Hogwarts help," Helga said, as she started to think the plan over in her head.
"We could have holograms of the future appear in the past, their present," said Salazar as he tried to narrow it down.
"That's not a bad way to do it Salazar. With the four of us watching and directing from our painting after we transport ourselves to the past, and with Lady Hogwarts feeding the essence into the castle walls and grounds, we could create the holograms easily," said Rowena triumphantly, her face lighting up with a new challenge.
"Another thing is a tongue-tied spell. No one in the castle could inform anyone on the outside, otherwise Tom would have future knowledge," Salazar said, spitting the name Tom in disgust.
Godric laughed heartily, "of course you would come up with that, seeing as how paranoid you are … but I do agree with you there, a tongue-tied spell is definitely in need."
"Also, since our souls would be in the past as well, we would be able to add and change whatever we please. We can direct the holograms and help the others to understand," Helga said compassionately.
Rowena nodded, "Lady Hogwarts, shall it be done?"
Inside the four founders' minds, Lady Hogwarts ethereal voice telepathically reached out to them, "It is done."
The four founders closed their eyes as they felt a yank pulling at their chest and their minds going in a blur of haze. After a few minutes, they opened their eyes and saw themselves looking out of their painting into the past.
Suddenly Lady Hogwarts voice rang out, "Tis the year 1976, my Lords and Ladies."
Helga, Rowena, Salazar and Godric shared grim and determined looks, before Salazar finally spoke up, his baritone voice ringing around the Headmasters office, filled with fortitude.
"We shall have it seen to, that Esmeralda Lillian Dorea Potter's future will not be bleak and filled with death and despair."
"But one of happiness and love, of being cherished," Helga added with a smile.
"It shall be done," Rowena spoke loud and clear.
"The future shall be saved," Godric ended, his words backing up with power.
A/N: What do you think of this story? Shall I continue with it, nay or yay?