Juvy Finally getting out a new story! Whoo! And its Harry/Cedric! I'm so happy I'm glowing.

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15 years ago

Once upon a time there lived four great and powerful generals of the churches' secret army. These generals were given permission however by the king and queen to created their own society of warriors outside the church. In doing so they founded a special guard force charged with the noble task of protect England and her people. The four generals took refuge at a cottage home, located in a small town known at Hogsmeade. Soon, however, as more and more people came to join them in the fight against all things evil their little home grew and grew. Until one day it was as big as a castle. The four founders named this castle Hogwarts.

Hogwarts was known as magical place were children could come to learn the ways of the magic and swordsmanship. They learned to protect the people of the homeland and its royal family. Things were very bright in that small town which housed the huge castle, but as with every story goes where there is light there exists darkness as well. For the sun cannot live without the moon as its reflection. The world is forever balanced this way. For slowly as clash of ideals came into play revealing ugly truths long denied. Humans were greedy, wicked, and vile. One of the beloved founders started poisoning the minds of others. Or so the story goes. For in life, lines are often blurred.

Our dear founder, a snake trapped within a beautiful garden, wanted only to protect a certain kind a race. A certain kind of people. People, who were stronger, better, smarting, in every way than any of the poor lowly trash that had infested England. A true paradise fit for the glorious crown to reign supreme. Surprisingly—or perhaps not so—many agreed. With the power an axe words soon cut the school in two. Finally outnumber, but filled with unshakable passion, our snake slithered away followers in tow.

Four had been, three were left. Only one cried, the sweetest kindest one, one held strong in his pride, the last predicted it all for she was the most clever. She saw the start of it, the seedling that had grown fast and true. What she didn't know was what that seed would become. A beautiful rose, or a twisted vine riddled with thorns?

Through her kind tears one founder cried, "was he truly wrong? In our eyes yes but in his own was he? Is it so wrong to believe in what one believes? Is it so wrong?"

Time passed and so emerged two groups from the black ashes of Hogwarts. The Order of the Phoenix, and the Death Eaters. Both after similar goals; to protect yet vastly different methods and beliefs. It was whom they protect that caused strife and hatred to form. But even the great founders cannot fight time forever, as leaves fall, snow follows, and life renews, they each grew old and brittle. No longer able to protect as they once could. So time, like water, erased their existence from the earth. So passed to legend, to myth, to finally fairytale.

"But momma," a little boy of gray eyes asked, "if they both wanted to protect people why'd they fight?" Eyes gleaming with innocence she tucked him deeper in his yellow blankets smiling.

"You must remember my son; Salazar only wanted to protect some people. Certain people of his choosing. But the others knew that no one has the power, nor the right to decide who lives or dies. They knew all people should be protected from evil. Not some." Her little son nodded not truly understanding everything he was told but still feeling the sincerity of it nonetheless. She giggled ruffling his brown hair kissing his forehead. Getting up she made her exit from her son's room. She reaching the doorway she was about to flip the light switch when he called her back.

"Momma?"

"Yes, dearest?" She said smiling.

"Who do you believe I'm most like? Godric the brave, Helga the kind, or Rowena the wise?"

"Oh dear," she blew him one final kiss before switching out the light. "Remember my love, it's only a story, nothing more, nothing less. Sensing disappointment coming from her son she continued, but if I had to say, I would say Helga. For I have never seen kinder gray eyes in anyone."

"Good night momma." The child mumbled happily.

"Good night, my dearest Cedric." She murmured shutting the door behind her.

Juvy: Well that's the prologue. Thanks for reading.