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- Chapter One -
Elaine Gryffindor was outside her home in the north moors, feeding the cattle, as she did every morning, when she heard a strange noise. With a sharp cry, she turned and fled towards the house, screaming.
"Godric! Godric! Someone's coming!" A tall, handsome boy appeared in the doorway of their small cottage, rubbing his eyes sleepily.
"What is it this time, Mother?" he asked. Elaine was a terribly nervous woman, shyer than a mouse. Well, rather, like a mouse around a cat. She hardly talked to anyone besides Godric.
"Someone's coming!" repeated Elaine. "Quick, inside the house!" Hastily, she dragged him inside, and as the sound of the horses came nearer and nearer. She was scuffling around in the corner of the darkened cottage, looking for something. Soon, she appeared again, holding a bundle of odd- looking clothes, which she threw at him. "Put these on!" she snapped. Godric shrugged and complied. Elaine was already wearing hers; a strange brown thing that looked a bit like a cloak. Godric hated these clothes; his were strange and uncomfortably tight, especially around the legs. (A/N: Trousers, you idiot! That's not sexual innuendo!) But Mother always made him wear them when strangers came to the house.
The horses stopped, just as Elaine pushed Godric out of the door. He knew what to do.
"Hello!" he called. There was a man sitting on the seat of a cart, driving the horse. He looked friendly enough, as most people who came through these parts did. Godric always wondered why his mother was so afraid of people. "What brings you to this area?" Godric asked. Then he noticed that the man looked worried.
"It's my daughter," he replied. "We have been travelling for some time. Our horse is new, and it's a bit temperamental, you see. It kicked her quite hard, in the gut. Have you a mother?" he demanded. Just then, Elaine stepped through the door. She had been listening to the whole conversation, and though she was shy, she also had a kind heart.
"I can take care of her," she said, not meeting the man's eyes. "Bring her in to the house. Go put the horse up." The last sentence was directed at Godric, who did as he was told. The man had said that the horse was temperamental, but Godric hardly noticed. He had no fear of any animal.
When he returned to the house, the girl was lying in his bed. He could not see her, but he was curious, as anyone would be. He had never met any girls before, and knew nothing of the world of romance and attraction.
His mother was looking uncomfortable.
"Please . . . I can help her, but it would be easier if you left," she mumbled. The man was clutching his daughter's hand tightly.
"No!" he protested. "I won't leave her." Elaine looked stumped. She obviously wanted the man to leave.
"Well," she began, looking embarrassed. "I don't think your daughter wouldn't want you to stay. For her own dignity." The man's expression changed completely. He dropped his daughter's hand.
"If you're sure she'll be alright. Hehe, I'll just - leave - then." He backed out of the door, mumbling apologies. Then he stopped in the doorway. "Aren't you going to make your son leave?" he asked. Elaine did not even turn around.
"Godric," she said evenly, "Out." He turned, though still curious to see the girl, and left.
A/N: Short chappy. . . hope you enjoyed! If you want me to continue this story, you must review! Sorry, folks, but we're playing by my rules! Okay, so that's cruel. Sorry. By the way, you just might recognise 'the girl' . . .
- Chapter One -
Elaine Gryffindor was outside her home in the north moors, feeding the cattle, as she did every morning, when she heard a strange noise. With a sharp cry, she turned and fled towards the house, screaming.
"Godric! Godric! Someone's coming!" A tall, handsome boy appeared in the doorway of their small cottage, rubbing his eyes sleepily.
"What is it this time, Mother?" he asked. Elaine was a terribly nervous woman, shyer than a mouse. Well, rather, like a mouse around a cat. She hardly talked to anyone besides Godric.
"Someone's coming!" repeated Elaine. "Quick, inside the house!" Hastily, she dragged him inside, and as the sound of the horses came nearer and nearer. She was scuffling around in the corner of the darkened cottage, looking for something. Soon, she appeared again, holding a bundle of odd- looking clothes, which she threw at him. "Put these on!" she snapped. Godric shrugged and complied. Elaine was already wearing hers; a strange brown thing that looked a bit like a cloak. Godric hated these clothes; his were strange and uncomfortably tight, especially around the legs. (A/N: Trousers, you idiot! That's not sexual innuendo!) But Mother always made him wear them when strangers came to the house.
The horses stopped, just as Elaine pushed Godric out of the door. He knew what to do.
"Hello!" he called. There was a man sitting on the seat of a cart, driving the horse. He looked friendly enough, as most people who came through these parts did. Godric always wondered why his mother was so afraid of people. "What brings you to this area?" Godric asked. Then he noticed that the man looked worried.
"It's my daughter," he replied. "We have been travelling for some time. Our horse is new, and it's a bit temperamental, you see. It kicked her quite hard, in the gut. Have you a mother?" he demanded. Just then, Elaine stepped through the door. She had been listening to the whole conversation, and though she was shy, she also had a kind heart.
"I can take care of her," she said, not meeting the man's eyes. "Bring her in to the house. Go put the horse up." The last sentence was directed at Godric, who did as he was told. The man had said that the horse was temperamental, but Godric hardly noticed. He had no fear of any animal.
When he returned to the house, the girl was lying in his bed. He could not see her, but he was curious, as anyone would be. He had never met any girls before, and knew nothing of the world of romance and attraction.
His mother was looking uncomfortable.
"Please . . . I can help her, but it would be easier if you left," she mumbled. The man was clutching his daughter's hand tightly.
"No!" he protested. "I won't leave her." Elaine looked stumped. She obviously wanted the man to leave.
"Well," she began, looking embarrassed. "I don't think your daughter wouldn't want you to stay. For her own dignity." The man's expression changed completely. He dropped his daughter's hand.
"If you're sure she'll be alright. Hehe, I'll just - leave - then." He backed out of the door, mumbling apologies. Then he stopped in the doorway. "Aren't you going to make your son leave?" he asked. Elaine did not even turn around.
"Godric," she said evenly, "Out." He turned, though still curious to see the girl, and left.
A/N: Short chappy. . . hope you enjoyed! If you want me to continue this story, you must review! Sorry, folks, but we're playing by my rules! Okay, so that's cruel. Sorry. By the way, you just might recognise 'the girl' . . .