A/N: Characters belong to JK Rowling, story idea is me. Thanks for reading!! One warining: this fic is slash!! Don't read if you don't like m/m situations!
Summary: Godric Gryffindor was a rogue, but something happened to him 2 years ago that his dear friend Rowena is going to discover the source of. How does her cousin Salazar Slytherin fit into this? And what is Helga going to go to lighten the mood? Set in the time of the Founders, this fic is SLASH.
Godric laid beneath a tree, enjoying the English sunshine. There was something about this piece of land that made his magic tingle and soar. It put him into an almost giddy mood, made even more enjoyable by the husky tones of his companion, his best friend, Rowena Ravenclaw.
Said best friend whose words he wasn't paying the slightest attention to, "Godric? Godric? You great big oaf! Are you even listening to what I'm saying?"
"Oh yes, love, quite. Something about delightful English summers, I am sure."
He glanced up to her pale face and he wondered how he retained her creamy complexion despite the long hours they spent in the sun. Some spell her quick mind had developed, he was sure.
She frowned, "I said nothing of the sort! I was talking about my second cousin from Italy coming to visit for a few weeks. I was hoping that since Helga was staying with me, and you know how skittish she is around strange men that you could mayhaps house him?"
Well, it's true he did know how Helga was about men. She really was a most charming and sweet girl, loyal to a fault, with large expressive blue eyes and long waved blonde hair. A dream really, if Godric was into that thing. But wait, did he just hear something about a cousin? "From Italy? Why would he come here? I am sure that Italian summers are lovelier than English ones," loathe as Godric was to admit it, as he was mad about England, he knew that Italian summers were perfect.
"Well, if you had been paying attention to the rest of my conversation, you'd have heard me say that he just needs a vacation. His mother is harping on him to marry, and like any irascible young playboy, he adamantly refuses. His mother tells him that he just needs to marry some pureblooded girl to beget children, and then he can have all the affairs his irascible prick desires and yet he still refuses."
"It's quite the conundrum," Godric lazily intoned, already bored with this conversation. He hated this talk of purebloods and mudbloods and halfbloods, whatever, the words were wretched and useless.
"In any case, he contacted me and wants to come here. I admit, I've told him many tales of the adventures you, I, and Helga often impart upon and he has been 'green' with envy." She covered her mouth and laughed at her little private joke, she knew her cousin's color of choice was green.
"I suppose he can stay with me. Right bachelors we'll be, doing manly, bachelor things. Yes! Saving witches in distress, hunting fierce Norwegian Ridgebacks! Yes, I can already see the advantages of having another male in our little group."
Rowena sighed, this was what she feared, but she would have to deal with it. She promised him and she never broke a promise if she could help it. "I am glad you find the idea appealing. I will fire call him tonight, and confirm our plans. He should be here, early next week. Do clear out a room for him."
Godric was miffed, "Why good lady! Of course! Could you think me so daft as to the treatment of honored guests?"
Rowena laughed, "Oh Godric, you really are an absolute boar!"
Now Godric was even more irritated, "A bore lady! How can you be my friend and call me a bore!"
Rowena shook her head, " I fear we misunderstand each other my dear Godric but no matter, the meaning in still clear. In any case, shall we depart? I need to make this call and I must also prepare for Helga's visit. I suspect you have things of import that must forthwithly be taken care of as well. Please do not wait until the last minute to make preparations. While my cousin is no ninny, he is no slouch either and may find your… 'tastes' to be off putting."
Godric grumbled, "So he is a fop then?"
Rowena laughed loudly, "A fop? Well, in the most general sense, he just might be. Where it counts however, he is a gentleman and brave. Mayhap not as brave as you my dear, but no one is that brave," 'or is it foolish?' Rowena thought to herself.
Godric nodded, "Quite right, dah-ling, quite right."
So of course Godric waited until the last minute to keep his house, but why not? He was a wizard, wasn't he? Surely he knew as many cleaning charms as those two women did with their constant harping. "Finky? Finky? Where are you, you blasted elf!?"
"Finky is here sir. What please sir for Finky to do?"
"Oh clean this room for me Finky. I have an esteemed guest staying with us for an indeterminable amount of time and I want him to be comfortable. I suspect we will be great friends!"
Though Godric had not said anything to Rowena or Helga, he was exceedingly excited by the idea of entertaining another rogue. He loved the two women as if they were his flesh and blood sisters, but there was something to be said for companions of the male persuasion.
Godric let a wide smile spread over his lips. Male persuasion indeed. Godric had rightfully earned his title as the local rogue by seducing all vulnerable young people. Girls and boys from 14-30, Godric did not care.
Being 18 himself, he felt as if he had his whole life ahead of him to settle down. Wizards lived a long time, and as he constantly told his Aunt who had raised him, he would someday settle down with a nice witch and procreate for the furtherance of their species, but for now he would indiscriminately sow his wild oats! Far be it from him to deprive any worthy young person of his considerable charm!
Despite the presence of only he and Finky, the house felt bustling and alive. Godric had bought this land promptly after the end of his transfiguration apprenticeship with old Bartholomew Blingston. He was world-renowned in his arts, but Godric was positive the man was crazy in his dotage. He supposed living 200 years would do that to you.
This land, however, was scenic and representative of the charming English countryside. He felt immediately at home there and had promptly christened it Godric's Hollow. He hoped his family would enjoy the area for generations to come.
He suddenly wondered the education of his delightful guest? He was standing in the guest room as Finky rapidly dusted and cleaned, and Godric was wondering what books to place on the bookshelves when he heard someone yelling his name from the study fireplace.
"Godric, dah-ling, yoohoo! It is me, Helga Hufflepuff!"
Godric speeded into the study, knocking over some scrolls he had been doodling on under the guise of productivity. "Oh my love, Helga! How does thee fair?"
Helga blushed prettily, "Godric, you rogue! Always the charmer! Rowena just asked me to make sure that you were preparing for the presence of your guest? Did you need aid? You know I am quite adept at cleaning charms."
"Ah, but of course you are skillful, you did invent many of the most effective." Godric wondered if it was the fire or just Helga herself, for her face turned a deep crimson.
"Ah, yes, well, I just want to contribute…" Helga hemmed and hawed, fishing for compliments.
"Oh my love, but you do! Your mere presence is a treasure to the wizarding community! Such delightful company, you and Rowena both really. Lovely. Now, Helga, dear, love, tell me, have you had the most fortunate opportunity to meet our mystery guest?"
"Why yes I have Good Godric, and I admit, he was most lovely. Almost as charming as you, but with certainly more of an aloof quality. It is obvious he is well-bred."
Godric nodded to himself, a well-bred gentleman would surely know of some of the finer things in life of which Godric himself often partook. "Lovely, when does the good man arrive?"
"Oh, he is on his way at the moment. He is flying by broom, something about detesting floos and the dirt one acquires."
"It is true that floos are higly convenient, but they can be distasteful to well-bred gentleman. Someone ought to invent more convenient means of travel. It would be effective if one could just wish themselves from one place to another."
Helga nodded thoughtfully, "Well, if anyone could pursue this breakthrough, it would be you Godric. You are quite brilliant at that sort of thing."
"Oh good lady, you do make me blush," but in truth, Godric was quite flattered. It was wonderful to hear affirmations of his prowess, even if only in reference to matters academic. It is true that he was currently experimenting with the idea of using his raw magic to transport himself from one place to another. His experiments had proceeded to the point where he felt something deep within moving, shifting but still he remained in the same place. Still, he knew a breakthrough was soon coming.
"It was lovely chatting with you Godric love, but if you do not need my assistance, I really must dash. I want to freshen up a bit for the gentleman's arrival. We will come over as soon as he arrives so he may settle in his quarters. Rowena is preparing a large welcome feast at her home this evening as well."
"Be still my desirous heart! Goddess knows I adore the lovely Miss Ravenclaw's savory cooking."
"She will be flattered to hear it dear, I will be sure to tell her." Helga smiled.
"Please do," Godric winked, "and with that, I bid you adieu fair lady. Until this eve."
"Until then, you delightful rogue!" Helga giggled and her head disappeared from the fire.
Godric stood from his chair and walked back into the hall. "Finky? Where are you elf?"
"Here, master, I is here!"
"Wonderful, do tell me how the preparations are going? Almost ready?"
"Yes master. I is just finishing the hangings of the bed master."
"Wonderful," Godric smirked inside. It was times like these that justified his inner laziness and procrastinate nature.
He strolled to his own boudoir and shifted through his armoire to find the most fitting attire. Something that would accent his honey colored hair and matching eyes. He was a tall, with a surprisingly lithe figure. Those who had heard tale of Godric were impressed with the idea that he would be overly large, almost brutish, but they found reality to be much different. Godric knew he was attractive, he knew the art of seduction, and though, he was not known for subtly, he was never turned down.
He chose a robe of elegant maroon with trimmings of burnished gold. It was his own charm to take real gold and trim his dress robes with the precious material. The way it shined brought out the highlights in his hair and the twinkle in his eye. His lips were a rosy pink, and his jaw line strong. His hands were strong, with long tapered fingers, perfect for playing his favorite magical lute and for taming his family's beasts, the incomparable griffins.
Many of the old wizarding families were bequeathed with the protection of certain species. His family protected phoenixes and griffins. Rowena's family protected many birds, most prominently ravens. Helga's family protected animals of purity such as unicorns.
He wasn't sure how long he had been daydreaming, but he heard the tinkling of bells that signaled someone was breaching his wards. The bells signified persons of amiable intent, malicious intent was signaled by crashing thunder.
"Finky, prepare a tea for four, Rowena and Helga have brought our guest. Be ready to take his parcels and settle them in the boudoir."
"Yes master! Finky does exactly as master says!" Godric left the room as he heard the sound of Finky's pop. He vaguely wondered if it was possible for wizards to harness that particular brand of house elf magic. It would certainly be the breakthrough he was looking for in his studies.
"He glanced at the hall mirror once again, "You're dashing, gorgeous," His reflection commented with a wink. Godric nodded, satisfied and went to the door just as there was a strong knock. He knew it was Rowena, she was quite headstrong and assured for a woman.
He opened the door with melodrama, "Welcome Fair Ladies and Noble Gent to Godric's Hollow," he bowed deeply and laughed when he heard Helga's contagious laughter. He looked up with a charming grin plastered on his face and froze, as he looked into the bright green eyes of Salazar Slytherin.
A/N: Sorry I am a bit evil, but I am working on the next chapter now and it should be done shortly. Please R/R, this is my first fic.