Hogwarts: A History : The Decision
Disclaimer:I am not, no matter how much I dream of it J. and do not own Harry Potter.
A/N: This is Mamie writing this fan fiction, and yes the title is a play on the book "Hogwarts: A History" but no it is not in anyway about the same things (I think). It is merely about the Hogwarts founders. I hope you enjoy!
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In a place not far from London and beyond the muggle eye, dwells a castle most will recognise, a school to learn magic, but not just any school but the school. Hogwarts. A school for Witchcraft and Wizardry, and here our story starts with the four talented friends each with a different heart.
Rowena Ravenclaw, a woman with strife and wisdom beyond, she wishes to teach the intellect of sorcery to those with a ready mind.
Godric Gryffindor, a man beyond measures of greatness and stealth, but a man of bravery, in which he values the greatest, to be the best is to be the best with him, and there is no other way than to fight the fiercest in battles and win only one way.
Salazar Slytherin, a man worthy of many and talented beyond more, but picky he is, and blood values more, only the purest in genes shall pass this great test but those with cunning ambition shall pass better than the rest.
Now Helga Hufflepuff, a kind woman's soul, she cared none-the-less, so as magic possessed and that matters all, and so she took the rest and taught them what she knows.
But forever a quarrel arose in the friends, and bickering now and forever rang through the halls…
Now up upon the hill were stood the school, the founders four, were holding a meeting on their different opinions.
'He's always late,' muttered a beautiful women with grey dazzling eyes, though they looked as though a glare with them could pierce a soul. She had long brown hair tied to the back of her head in the shape of a crown, ringlets were falling from the tight bun and falling down her stunning face. Her cheek-bones were prominent and stood out in her face.
'Be patient Rowena, give him time, he'll have a proper excuse….This time.' Said a plump witch her wavy blonde hair was everywhere it had twigs sticking from every end, she was twiddling with her thumbs, not even looking to whom she was addressing.
'Well, he better! Last was hardly suitable!' Rowena Ravenclaw snapped. She was sitting oddly in her throne, her back was so straight anyone would have thought a stick had been permanently wedged in her deep sea blue gown.
At that moment the doors burst open and a thin wizard stepped into the hall. He had a pointed chin and greying hair, lines had etched along his face giving the impression of ageing, yet the warlock was quite young. He was wearing dress-robes of pine green and brown leather boots to the end of his knees, he was sporting a look that could kill, his cheek-bones more prominent than Rowena's, but his were in a poorly way as though he had lost a lot of weight in a short amount of time. He glided silently to the throne closest to the right. He stared at the other founders idly, his face expressionless.
'Well? Where were you?' Rowena said, trying unsuccessfully to keep her voice in its usual calm tone. 'I assume you have a reasonable ex-'
A wizard who had kept out of the previous conversation interrupted her, 'we do not need to know what he-'he sent a disgusted look at the new comer, '-has been doing with his spare time. We have more important business to attend to.' He held up a hand to silence her as she had attempted to open her mouth to protest. The wizard had light-brown hair to his shoulders, stubble on his chin and an athletic build. He was sitting in the chair beside the other man, but his robes were a deep crimson.
'Fine! Then I shall bring the conversation to where it ended yesterday, There is no way-' she snapped her fingers rather vigorously and continued '-that we are only accepting those of pure blood!' Rowena looked furious in the couple of seconds it had taken her to say the sentence her face had reddened three shades darker.
'That is hardly better than what you were proposing,' The plump witch had lifted her head from looking at her thumbs and was now staring at Rowena a frown sliding across her face, her dirty blonde hair had fallen over her shoulders and was covering half her face creating a scary shadow. 'Intelligence should never separate children!' When she glanced at the man with shoulder length hair and saw his face gleaming and said, 'nor by bravery, Godric! They should live together and work together!'
'Then, may I ask, Helga, how do you propose this is to become the best wizarding school of the ages?' Rowena had fallen back into her snappy voice over-pronouncing all her words, her face was still growing redder and her fists were clenching and un-clenching.
'Well, Rowena, I have just told you! Our school will be successful due to our understanding of individuality and working together!' The plump witch, who's name had been announced Helga slumped back into her thrown, started twiddling with her thumbs again, she was beaming, she seemed to think she had won them over.
'Well,' Rowena started with a strong hint of sarcasm stinging her voice. 'That doessound tempting…But…Due to me not agreeing with you…I have to, well, disagreewith you.' She too smiled slightly also thinking she had won the argument.
'I must say, Helga has a point, my dear Rowena, see if we bring into the school, everyone, then I guarantee, some will posses those qualities in which we endear most. Some shall not, but, they none-the-less shall be gifted with magic beyond measure.' He stopped to raise a hand to Rowena again to stop himself from being interrupted. 'Because if we are as powerful as we say we are, then no matter the traits of our students we should succeed to teaching them well.' Godric rested his arms and stared intently at Rowena as though daring her to protest.
Rowena stared back at him, she had a pained expression. She opened her mouth once or twice but closed it again, anyone witnessing this would be able to tell her mind was arguing with herself. She kept shaking her head slightly and twitching her eyes. Finally after a couple of uncomfortable minutes she took her gaze from him and stared straight ahead, clearly she did not want to look at him as she said, 'I agree with you, although I don't want to, I cannot deny the logic behind your argument.' She glanced at him nodded her head slightly and looked away.
'So, Godric? Are my ears deceiving me? Or are you allowing yourself to teach students that do not live up to your bravery standards?' Helga said, letting her hands droop and hit her lap she looked up, he face was determined not to look surprised. As her body had abandoned her thumb fiddling she began to tap her feet together.
'Yes, Helga, I am. Although an idea has occurred to me and I have not yet finished.' He got to his feet faced his fellow founders and continued, 'We each have a preferable student genre, and I am sure we have different teaching methods. So, what if we each choose a group of students - from the bundle we are handed - that we believe posses our favourite qualities, these students will become our class in which we teach all the ways of magic! They shall be called our "houses" each will be named by our surnames.' He looked to see their expressions. The pointed face wizard looked bored, but you could tell a sense of understanding was passing through him and he was agreeing, Rowena was nodding her face had returned to its normal colour however Helga, he was not sure she seemed to be nodding then stopping and then she squinted her eyes into somewhat of a frown.
'Well? What do you think?' Godric uttered slightly impatiently as it had been minutes since he had started on his idea.
'Well, I think it's great!' Rowena beamed.
'I'm not sure…I suppose it would complicate things less…' Helga was biting her lip and her head was resting on her head.
'Salazar?' Rowena asked, she was looking at the pointed faced wizard who looked up.
'Yes, yes all seems fine, great!' He didn't sound as though he had just been daydreaming, but none of the others seemed to care for as far as they knew they had stopped a dispute ever happening in the future.
The founders stood up one-by-one all except Godric who was already standing, they left the hall silently pride swimming around their bodies.
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Well, there you have it! The first chapter of Hogwarts: A History
—Mamie—