Godric Gryffindor, a tall blonde man about 20 years old, stood up from his wooden chair in a local pub, left a bronze knut on the table, and walked through the doors of Hoggy's Happy Bar into the cool crisp shadows of the evening. It had been a long day for Godric.  His job as an assistant teacher at Warton's Wizard School was tedious and dull and his best friend and fellow scribe, Salazar Slytherin, was out of town until tomorrow. 

            Godric didn't have a horse, and he couldn't afford to buy one of those new horseless-brooms so he was stuck walking home.  Everything was quiet until he heard a child's scream.  Racing in the direction of the noise, Godric knew no fear.  He was never one to shy away from danger.  He rounded the corner of Ashton and Mulb street to witness a boy of about 10 or 11 years old trying to defend himself from an attacking Banshee.  The boy knew nothing about magic. 

"Go away!" The red headed child tried shouting as he waved a stick. "Stop it!"    Uglyladyleave!"

            Godric aimed the stunning spell at the Banshee, relieved that it hit her square in the eye, as  it had zoomed past the moving boy and missed him by inches. 

            Godric had never stopped running and as he reached the crime scene he grabbed the boys arm, turned the stick the boy had been using for a wand into Portkey, and transported the two of them to the front door of the Ravenclaw family.  His friend Rowena, her husband Richard, and their little baby Rachel lived on the edge of the City, as did most magical families. 

            Rowena was startled to hear a knock on the door.  She was even more startled to hear the urgent calls of Godric Gryffindor.  "Not again she thought."  as she put Rachel into her crib. 

"Godric, you didn't go off fighting trolls again, did you?  How many times do I have to tell you that courage can mean making oneself vulnerable to getting hurt, or it can mean protecting someone.  You don't have to look only for monsters to prove your worth, now you…."  She stopped talking when opened the door and saw that Godric was not a bloody mess. A little boy was.

"what…how…who.." She stumbled to get out the question.  Nothing like this scene had every turned up on her doorstep

"Rowena, I need you to think of a solution to this." Godric looked at her.  "You are the smart one."

"Yes, but I'm not a nurse, Godric.  This boy should have been taken to the muggle hospital.  They deal with injuries."

"Rowena, don't you see the bigger problem?  This boy can't defend himself.  A Banshee attacked, and this boy's life relied on my timing and abilities…"

But Rowena cut him off, she already understood the issue Godric was still trying to put to words.

"Are you a wizard, young man?"  Rowena said, looking sternly at the red head boy who had not spoken since his feeble jinx attempts.

"I'm not a muggle!"  He said defiantly, though Godric and Rowena could see he was still shaken.

"Of course you are not.  Now what I meant was have you been trained as a wizard?"

"My dad taught me to hold a wand"

"Though obviously not how to recognize one.."  Godric said under his breath, as he tossed the portkey stick aside.

"Did he teach you spells to protect you?  Do you know what attacked you?" Rowena questioned.

"He said he'd get to that.  And it was an old woman that attacked me.  But if you'd be kind enough not to spread that around I'd be much obliged.  If you could say that it was a giant instead..." 

"Don't be silly, Mr. Uhh,"

"Johnny Hart." The read head said proudly.

"Mr Hart, that was a banshee.  A magical creature.  One you should be aware of." Rowena said, but she was looking into the distant as she said it.  Her expression was the one Godric knew to mean "I am deep-in-thought-so-watch-out-'cause-inspiration-is-coming."

Godric knew that Rowena did her best thinking alone so turned to Johnny Hart and said, "Now Johnny, are you a local boy?"

"Yes sir. Three blocks that way and then two more that way."

"Ok, I'll walk you home, but why don't you lead the way."  Godric waved goodbye to Rowena and turned to follow Johhny.  "Say Johnny, why was that Banshee attacking you?"

"I don't know.  Didn't like my face I guess.  But then I didn't like hers.  I was telling' my friend about how her nose looked liked my dog's and I guess she over heard.  My friend got away, but I wanted to stay and test out my magic."