This is my first FanFiction so please review.
Basically, JK Rowling owns the main concept, world, characters and creatures.
I own the plot, a few characters and anything else you don't recognise.
NOTE: This story is set in medieval times (around 1000 years ago), but the muggle medieval times and my idea of the wizarding world medieval times are quite different. Also my versions of Godric Gryffindor, Salazar Slytherin, Rowena Ravenclaw and Helga Hufflepuff are probably different to JK Rowling's versions.
Enjoy!
Chapter One
Godric walked slowly down the hallway, his footsteps echoing. As he walked, he thought about how he should spend the summer. Hunting for dark wizards had been taken off the agenda after his father had wiped out every single one and apparently 'saved the world'. Godric seemed to be the only one who knew that his father, Galvyn Gryffindor, was a fake. He had gained the worlds trust by creating unnatural forces of evil that only Galvyn could destroy so the world would think he was a hero. Recently, some dark wizards turned up and tried to take over and destroy half the world. Galvyn went into hiding and paid other wizards and witches to sort the problem out. When it was over, he paid the real heroes even more to keep quiet and then took all the credit.
"Young Master! Young Master!" a grim, familiar voice called, interrupting Godric's thoughts. Godric spun around to see Ord, a pathetic excuse of a house elf limping slowly towards him.
"What are you doing here? I thought I told you to do your errands and leave me be!" Godric snapped.
The creature bent low as it approached Godric, attempting to be humble and submissive, and began to mutter, "Ord is sorry Young Master, but Ord had no choice. Ord was trimming the hedges, you see, and then a very important letter was delivered from your guardian's owl."
"So you came here, disobeyed my orders to tell me that a letter arrived?" Godric sighed, "Well, what did the letter say?"
Ord gulped, "terrible, terrible news Young Master. It's Master Gryffindor, he's dead! You're to immediately go to The Estate to discuss his will. Mistress Gryffindor, Young Master Lucas and Gwendolyn Tiffian will be waiting for your arrival."
'Great,' thought Godric. A trip to his parents large estate, known as The Estate, to discuss his father's death with his mother, his brother and his guardian, who was also his private tutor. It was going to be a very awkward and unpleasant family reunion. As for the matter of his father's death, Godric was shocked but honestly couldn't care. He had never had a close relationship with his father.
Three months ago, a week after Godric's seventeenth birthday, his parents had decided to go on a trip across Europe, rounding up dark wizards and destroying them - really giving them to other wizards to destroy. Godric had planned on joining them for the summer, but his father had said that there was no need for him to come, for his presence would just make things difficult and distracting. Lucas, Godric's younger brother, had decided to run away from home for the thrill of it, which left Godric alone with their idiotic house elf. Two weeks into the summer and nothing interesting had happened. Until today that was.
The Gryffindor family was very wealthy and Galvyn Gryffindor was the wealthiest in all of the family's history. Even though Godric and his father didn't get along, there would still be enough riches left to Godric that would make him wealthier than any king. Godric imagined the amount of money that he would inherit as he flew off on his broomstick. His father's death was starting to make Godric's future look brighter. Not only was the money important, but with his father out of the way Godric would be free to begin his life as a fighter against muggle discrimination, and once that was done, Godric would spend the rest of his time doing what he pleased. This was the kind of life that Galvyn dreaded his son would choose.
Godric decided to stop in a small town for a quick refreshment, after a few hours of flying. As he landed, he couldn't help noticing a boy with dark brown hair slumped in a short bench outside what looked like a hotel. Godric walked over and noticed that the boy was clutching a piece of parchment and had his head hung low. The boy's dark grey eyes were shining, as if full of tears, and his whole body was trembling. The boy looked around the age of fifteen, and when Godric saw the lion pendant around the boy's neck, he knew who it was.
"Lucas!" Godric called. It had been weeks since he'd last seen his younger brother. Lucas raised his head slowly and once his eyes had set on Godric, he lowered it again. Obviously Lucas wasn't as excited to see Godric as Godric was to see him. Godric walked with a bounce in his step and his broom in one hand over to Lucas and squeezed beside him on the bench.
"If you don't fit, then go get your own chair." Lucas mumbled.
"Nice to see you too, how have your travels been?" Godric asked trying to start a conversation.
"Alright, until this morning," Lucas almost whispered. His hands twisted, folding and unfolding the parchment he held while he talked.
"So, you got the news," sighed Godric.
"You knew? You knew what has happened and yet you're so happy! What is wrong with Godric? I know that you and father didn't have the best relationship, but you could at least feel a bit sad considering he just died!" Lucas protested.
Godric was stunned, out of all the things to say that was the last thing he was expecting. Lucas had always been a kind, quiet boy, not one that attacked in conversation. Either his travels had changed him or Galvyn's death had shaken him.
"I'm sorry Lucas I didn't mean to offend you. I'm just glad you're ok. I mean, it's been almost three months and not even one letter? I understand that you don't have an owl but you could've at least tried to make an effort…"
Lucas yelled as he stood up, "Don't start blaming me for insignificant things that will just make you look good!"
"Is that what you'd say to father anytime he told lies about saving the world!" Godric shouted, also standing up.
"I might have said that to him, but I can't, because he's dead!" Lucas shrieked, and with that he quickly turned around so he didn't have to look at Godric anymore.
Godric's muscles tensed. He was ready to pick up something and throw it at Lucas. He looked around for something to grab but instead of noticing the stick lying nearby, he noticed some wizards staring strangely at him. A short stubby witch marched across the small road, her short legs taking great strides to reach her destination quickly. Her destination was Godric. Her face was round and pink, with her nostrils flaring.
"You boys are making a pretty loud racket. If you want to fight, then take your business somewhere else!" she screeched.
Godric turned to Lucas, "I'll see you at The Estate," he said sharply. He mounted his broom and with one big kick, he dashed into the air.
As Godric approached The Estate, his heart began to race. For some reason he started to think that this reunion might be a bit more complicated than he first imagined.
Ord paced back and forth in front of the door that led into the study, wringing his hands as he walked.
"Young Master Godric should be here by now." Ord mumbled to himself. When Ord had informed his Mistress that the Young Master hadn't arrived yet, she had sunk into the great big sofa she was sitting in as her hands flew to her face, covering her watery, eyes. Ord thought it best to leave the Mistress alone; she had not been herself after the Master's death. She spent most of her time tugging her scarlet hair and muttering strange things to herself.
The door suddenly burst open. Ord turned around to see a tall hooded figure in dark green cloak striding through the front door with a wand pointing at Ord.
"Where's Galvyn Gryffindor?" The figure demanded in a deep, slithery voice.
"E-excuse me s-sir, but-t who are y-you? W-what is-s-s your b-business here?" Ord stuttered, slowly backing away towards the study door.
"Answer the question elf!" The figured roared. With an aggressive wave of his wand, he sent Ord flying backwards through the air and crashing into a bookshelf. The bookshelf rocked, Ord quickly scattered out of the way avoiding being squashed by it. The books went flying through the air, hitting all kinds of objects and destroying many ornaments.
"Y-you can't-t-t see M-master G-grif-f-findor. He's d-d-ead!" Ord yelled, his voice quivering.
"Dead? Well that changes things," the figure sighed, "I will repair the damage I have done, on the condition that you tell no one of my presence here."
Ord nodded his head frantically. He couldn't bear to imagine what the Mistress would do if she saw the mess that had been made. The wizard gently waved his wand and in an instant everything went back to its originally state. Without another word, the wizard turned around and left. Ord stood in the middle of the foyer trembling, hoping he would be able to pretend that nothing had happened.
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