A/N: PLEASE REVIEW...I might write more depending on my work load.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters. All characters are copyrighted to J.K. Rowling.
Chapter 1: The Visit
The rising sun shot through the windows of a small, yet cozy room in a small cottage. The curtains of the windows were yellow and black stripes. A dresser stood across from the window. Well, what seemed like a dresser. The dresser was covered with drawings and paper; a few plants cover the left side of it. Next to the dresser leaned a bed. The linen bed sheets are also in the shade of yellow and black. On the bed sat a little short stout lady whose robe match her curtains and bedsheet, bending over examining the leaf of a plant.
"No..no..," muttered Helga Hufflepuff, "It shouldn't turn out like this. The bloom should already be here."
Helga rose from her bed, shaking her head. She moved slowly across the room, stopping to examine each plant, muttering to herself how wrong everything is. Helga got out of her room and enters the kitchen.
"Accio Butterbeer," Helga said, tiredly. She fixed herself some sausages and sat down. Helga chewed slowly. She was contemplating something on her mind. However, before she could draw any conclusions, a soft knock rang on the front door.
Helga stumble to the door, limping a few times. She got to the door, fixed her hair a little, and open the door.
"Good Morning Helga," said by a charming young man. His voice was deep and mysterious. He was leaning gracefully on the door frame. His robe are of the color silver, lined with green. Helga lightened at the presence of him.
"Good Morning to you, too Salazar."said Helga, "I thought you were coming later. Anyways come on in."
Salazar entered the cottage and maneuver around the various out-of-place plants and furniture as if he had been here every day of his life. He worked his way to a small sofa and sat down. Helga quickly got two bottles of Butterbeer and set them on the small table.
"So what do you think Godric have for us today?" Helga said, hoping to find a conversation opener. Salazar and her used to be so close. But nowadays everything is a little cold.
"Something good I guess, its Godric," Salazar said with a mixture of coldness and sarcasm. Hearing him talk, no one would suspect that Godric was Salazar's best friend.
"Yes, I remembered the last surprise he had," Helga stated unaware of Salazar's sarcasm, "the beautiful beach, it was wonderful."
With Helga's comment Salazar looked cold, he turned away from Helga. Staring at the wall. It was silent except for the humming of birds outside the window.
"So what have you been working on recently?" Helga said, after a moment of silence.
Salazar smiled. He was certainly pleased with himself.
"This," he said, producing a small bottle, containing clear liquid. Helga took it, popped the cork off and smell it. It was odorless.
"Water?" Helga asked.
"No, truth serum. I had almost worked out the exact formula, I just need someone to test it. If it works I would call it Veritaserum."
At that moment, the door swung opened. A tall elegant lady, dressed in a blue robe, with bronzed stars, rushed through the door, followed by a strong muscular man. His hair fall gracefully to his eye with a grace that Salazar envied. He was wearing a robe of red and gold.