A Beginning
For the past ten years, Godric Gryffindor and his best friend, Salazar Slytherin, had been searching for a place to train young witches and wizards. Among other obstacles in their path was the fact that they could tell no one about their plan for fear that they might be muggles. But then, every so often, they would hit gold. Like the time when they had come to a town and seen a woman about to be burned as a witch. The men emedially recognized her as a real witch by the fact that she had done a flam freezing charm and seemed to be rather enjoying herself.
Helga Hufflepuff was a very loyal woman for 40. Her wizard husband had been hanged four years ago. The two men welcomed her to join their small party in finding a place suitable to build their school with the promise that she could be counted among the founders.
The trio traveled around from town to town searching out the perfect place and soon came apon a small village. The people here were just like the other people in the other towns. The house that lined the streets were the same. The town square held the same warning that all witches and wizards would be burned. It was all the same. Except for one thing.
As they sat there on their horses in the center of the town square, a girl of about fourteen came by and as she past the stone that bore the warning about witchcraft, she kind of chuckled. Godric found this odd. He approached the young woman.
"Do you find that stone amusing young lady?" His horse had slowed to match the girl's steps but they kept moving to the other side of the square.
"I do. What of it?" Her voice gave off clearly that she was of the lower classes as did her tattered rag of a dress. At one point it had been blue.
"Why do you find it so funny? Are you a witch?" The question was a safe one in that it didn't give himself away.
"I know you are." seeing the puzzled expression on his face she said, "I can see your wand. You'd do well to hide it in a better place than in your belt. The people here are very strange. The old wizard who was teaching me magic was caught last month and hanged. My husband, I think, is beginning to be suspicious about me as well."
Godric was shocked. He knew girls go married early around these parts but it was usually when they were about sixteen. Then it hit him. She was a witch. He had to get her out of there.
"Well then", he said. "Do you see those two over there? My companions? We are going off to start a school and seeing as how your training is incomplete and all, you could be our first student."
She looked doubtful. "I'm married. I have a little baby boy. I can't go." Her face was sad at having to fulfill the duties that her society felt she had to perform since she was a girl.
Godric thought. He couldn't just leave her here to be hanged. No mortal person could survive being handed. He looked at her. They hadn't stopped walking and by now where on their way out of town with Salazar and Helga trailing behind respectively. It was well known that Godric was the leader of the group.
"Well", he said. "At least tell me your name so that when you are hanging from a tree I can tell my students about how foolish you were to refuse such an offer with witch hunters breathing down your neck the whole time."
"I'm not some foolish little girl who doesn't know what's good for her! I just - I - umm." She was quickly losing ground in this conversation.
"Just tell me your name you stupid little wretch!", Godric exploded. "All I want is a name." As he said this a small house appeared not too far off. The girl glanced at it nervously. Godric got the impression that this was her home. He was so wrapped up in his own thoughts he almost missed it when she responded.
"Rowena. Rowena Ravenclaw. That's my hose and I'm not going back." She had stopped so abruptly that Godric's horse went on a ways before it stopped and backtracked to her.
"Well then. I'm glad to hear it." She claimed up on the horse.
"I just have to run in really quickly to gather my things and say good bye to my son and sister. She lives with us you know. Bryan won't be home till dark. We can even take our horse."
As they approached the house, Rowena dismounted and Helga and Salazar caught up to him.
"Who is she? I s she a witch?", asked Helga.
"Why are we stopped? She not coming with us is she?" asked Salazar.
"You sound like you don't want her to, Salazr. Come come. Be reasonable.", came the reply. "I just have this feeling about her. Trust me."
"How old is she? She looked rather young", said Helga. They had no time for further conversation because at that moment the girl in question came out of the house and quickly walked across the yard to the barn and soon emerged with a lanky looking horse.
"Are we ready?", asked Helga glancing at Salazar as if daring him to object. "Good. Let's go."
"If you don't mind my asking, where are we going?", said Rowena.
"To start a school you stupid little git", growled Salazar.
Rowena, not fazed at all by his rude remark, persisted. "I know that, but where? Do you have a place picked out?"
"Look kid. If your going to ride with us learn the rules. We ride in silence." Salazar seemed even more angry but still the girl was not at all intimidated.
"I'm sorry. I don't think you and I have been properly introduced. I'm Rowena. Who are you?"
"All you need to know about me is enough to stay away from me."
They rode on for a while in silence and the road narrowed so that they could only ride two abreast. The men fell into step in front of the two females who soon began to talk and get to know each other.
"Don't mind Salazar. The only person he ever listens to is Godric. They've Been Friends since God knows when. I heard the trained under the great Merlin himself together. I'm Helga by the way..." Helga rambled on for about fifteen minutes until Rowena, who had been soaking up every last word had the gall to interrupt.
"We still haven't found a place to build the school." Helga was saying.
"Oh! I know a place. It's wonderful! It's surrounded by mountains on two sides and on the third there is a huge forest and there's a lake and it's all on top of this wonderful hill. I used to go there before I got married to think."
As the conversation a head of them continued, they decided to talk to the other two that night when the camped.
That night as they got ready for bed, Rowena told them about her 'thinking spot' as she called. Though Salazar was doubtful at first, he soon grew on the idea of the place as her description of it unfolded.
"This place better be what you say it is", he barked at her.
And it was. the got such an early start the next morning that the sun wasn't even up yet and Rowena led the way.
As they reached the top of the hill, the rosy sun was just peaking over the mountains in the distance and the four of them grew silent as they gazed apon the future site of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft And Wizardry.
a/n: All the characters belong to JKRowling except for Rowena's baby who we'll see soon if you people want me to continue. All I ask is that you review. (They put those handy little boxes down there just for that purpose.)
For the past ten years, Godric Gryffindor and his best friend, Salazar Slytherin, had been searching for a place to train young witches and wizards. Among other obstacles in their path was the fact that they could tell no one about their plan for fear that they might be muggles. But then, every so often, they would hit gold. Like the time when they had come to a town and seen a woman about to be burned as a witch. The men emedially recognized her as a real witch by the fact that she had done a flam freezing charm and seemed to be rather enjoying herself.
Helga Hufflepuff was a very loyal woman for 40. Her wizard husband had been hanged four years ago. The two men welcomed her to join their small party in finding a place suitable to build their school with the promise that she could be counted among the founders.
The trio traveled around from town to town searching out the perfect place and soon came apon a small village. The people here were just like the other people in the other towns. The house that lined the streets were the same. The town square held the same warning that all witches and wizards would be burned. It was all the same. Except for one thing.
As they sat there on their horses in the center of the town square, a girl of about fourteen came by and as she past the stone that bore the warning about witchcraft, she kind of chuckled. Godric found this odd. He approached the young woman.
"Do you find that stone amusing young lady?" His horse had slowed to match the girl's steps but they kept moving to the other side of the square.
"I do. What of it?" Her voice gave off clearly that she was of the lower classes as did her tattered rag of a dress. At one point it had been blue.
"Why do you find it so funny? Are you a witch?" The question was a safe one in that it didn't give himself away.
"I know you are." seeing the puzzled expression on his face she said, "I can see your wand. You'd do well to hide it in a better place than in your belt. The people here are very strange. The old wizard who was teaching me magic was caught last month and hanged. My husband, I think, is beginning to be suspicious about me as well."
Godric was shocked. He knew girls go married early around these parts but it was usually when they were about sixteen. Then it hit him. She was a witch. He had to get her out of there.
"Well then", he said. "Do you see those two over there? My companions? We are going off to start a school and seeing as how your training is incomplete and all, you could be our first student."
She looked doubtful. "I'm married. I have a little baby boy. I can't go." Her face was sad at having to fulfill the duties that her society felt she had to perform since she was a girl.
Godric thought. He couldn't just leave her here to be hanged. No mortal person could survive being handed. He looked at her. They hadn't stopped walking and by now where on their way out of town with Salazar and Helga trailing behind respectively. It was well known that Godric was the leader of the group.
"Well", he said. "At least tell me your name so that when you are hanging from a tree I can tell my students about how foolish you were to refuse such an offer with witch hunters breathing down your neck the whole time."
"I'm not some foolish little girl who doesn't know what's good for her! I just - I - umm." She was quickly losing ground in this conversation.
"Just tell me your name you stupid little wretch!", Godric exploded. "All I want is a name." As he said this a small house appeared not too far off. The girl glanced at it nervously. Godric got the impression that this was her home. He was so wrapped up in his own thoughts he almost missed it when she responded.
"Rowena. Rowena Ravenclaw. That's my hose and I'm not going back." She had stopped so abruptly that Godric's horse went on a ways before it stopped and backtracked to her.
"Well then. I'm glad to hear it." She claimed up on the horse.
"I just have to run in really quickly to gather my things and say good bye to my son and sister. She lives with us you know. Bryan won't be home till dark. We can even take our horse."
As they approached the house, Rowena dismounted and Helga and Salazar caught up to him.
"Who is she? I s she a witch?", asked Helga.
"Why are we stopped? She not coming with us is she?" asked Salazar.
"You sound like you don't want her to, Salazr. Come come. Be reasonable.", came the reply. "I just have this feeling about her. Trust me."
"How old is she? She looked rather young", said Helga. They had no time for further conversation because at that moment the girl in question came out of the house and quickly walked across the yard to the barn and soon emerged with a lanky looking horse.
"Are we ready?", asked Helga glancing at Salazar as if daring him to object. "Good. Let's go."
"If you don't mind my asking, where are we going?", said Rowena.
"To start a school you stupid little git", growled Salazar.
Rowena, not fazed at all by his rude remark, persisted. "I know that, but where? Do you have a place picked out?"
"Look kid. If your going to ride with us learn the rules. We ride in silence." Salazar seemed even more angry but still the girl was not at all intimidated.
"I'm sorry. I don't think you and I have been properly introduced. I'm Rowena. Who are you?"
"All you need to know about me is enough to stay away from me."
They rode on for a while in silence and the road narrowed so that they could only ride two abreast. The men fell into step in front of the two females who soon began to talk and get to know each other.
"Don't mind Salazar. The only person he ever listens to is Godric. They've Been Friends since God knows when. I heard the trained under the great Merlin himself together. I'm Helga by the way..." Helga rambled on for about fifteen minutes until Rowena, who had been soaking up every last word had the gall to interrupt.
"We still haven't found a place to build the school." Helga was saying.
"Oh! I know a place. It's wonderful! It's surrounded by mountains on two sides and on the third there is a huge forest and there's a lake and it's all on top of this wonderful hill. I used to go there before I got married to think."
As the conversation a head of them continued, they decided to talk to the other two that night when the camped.
That night as they got ready for bed, Rowena told them about her 'thinking spot' as she called. Though Salazar was doubtful at first, he soon grew on the idea of the place as her description of it unfolded.
"This place better be what you say it is", he barked at her.
And it was. the got such an early start the next morning that the sun wasn't even up yet and Rowena led the way.
As they reached the top of the hill, the rosy sun was just peaking over the mountains in the distance and the four of them grew silent as they gazed apon the future site of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft And Wizardry.
a/n: All the characters belong to JKRowling except for Rowena's baby who we'll see soon if you people want me to continue. All I ask is that you review. (They put those handy little boxes down there just for that purpose.)