The wizarding world is going astray.
Yes, a war has been won for the good of all muggle and wizardkind, but so many deaths and injuries resulted from it. In the grand scheme of things, it is but a battle.
We need to get the world back on track.
And together, the four of us can. Join me, and we will right the world's wrongs. Are you with me?
Rowena?
Helga?
Salazar?
We are with you, Godric.
The idea, of course, had been nagging them for years, at the back of their subconciouses. But Godric, being the bold one, was always the first to voice everyone's concerns. Not that they minded. Nobody took credit for any ideas; they could practically read each other's thoughts- that's how long they had been together.
Four ethereal beings that could communicate solely amongst themselves, each being representing a human trait- one for bravery and courage, one for loyalty and kindness, one for knowledge and wit, and one for cunning and ambition. Together, they were the epitome of, well, everything. As spirits, they were the guardians of all that is, was, and ever will be right.
And they had decided to take action.
On that day, January 1, 2006, four little babies were born. Two little witches and two little wizards, all of them half-blooded.
Four little babies that would grow up and set the world right.
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Well, review! No ghost reading! (I'm going to say that so many times you'll want to kill me by the end of this story.