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Heirs of Hogwarts---Prologue
The chamber was silent. Salazaar, one of thier brothers, has turned to darkness. Helga was silent, dear Helga, stoic, and dependable. Never was there a crisis where she broke down at all. Rowena was sitting down, anguish upon her face. She had come to see the four of them as brothers and sisters. For one to turn against them... The only person missing was Salazaar. Salazaar, who hated muggle-borns, despised them with every fibre of his being. Salazaar, who, in defiance of his friends' wishes, had created the Chamber. That same Salazaar who had been seduced by the power of evil.
Such were the thoughts of Godric Gryffindor, founder of the house of Gryffindor of Hogwarts. With Salazaar gone, the bond that formed the school and bound them would soon collapse. There was but one thing left to do. He knew it, and he now brought it into the focus of his fellow founders. "Salazaar is gone," he said queitly. Helga looked up, a hint of a smile on her lips. "Tell me something you don't know," she said. "We took a blood oath to serve andprotect the students of Hogwarts. Salazaar has broken that oath, and it will soon crumble. Things will happen that we cannot prevent. One by one we will fall, as he has. When this happens, Hogwarts will crumble, left in decay, nevermore to be restored to the resplendence of it's former days. We have to..." he broke off at this point, unsure of whether to finish his sentence, uncertain of the fate that awaited Hogwarts. Rowena grasped what he was trying to say. She looked disbelieving, then resigned. "Futonous Diviera," she said softly. Helga sighed. The chant was something that copied the mistakes in a person, and reenacted itself a thousand years later, to the person's descendant. Dire consequences would await if the same mistake was made. "Is there no other way?" She asked Godric. "I'm afarid not. We have begun to disintegrate. When one falls, we all fall. We can only hope that our descendants will choose the right path when faced with the same discisions we have to make." Even the air itself went still. Then Rowena looked up, firmly and resolutely into his eyes. "I agree," She said. Helga nodded. "If that is what it will take, then so be it."
They met in the courtyard of the school, at midnight when everyone was in their dormitories. They slashed their palms with a dagger and joined hands. The rite started.
We are the three of Howarts Four,
Our Brother has fallen,
and evil awaits three more.
We leave Hogwarts' fate
to the Offspring of our blood
May they know the paths to take
And never go astray.
Extend the curse
And may Hogwarts never
Crumble into dust.
The air shimmered for a few moments, and a breeze carressed their cheeks. The fate of Hogawarts would be settled in a thousand years' time.
In the forbidden forest, a figure waited. And watched. He had heard. And, as tears ran down his cheeks, Salazaar Slytherin, fallen of the Hogwarts' four, turned and walked away.
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Yup yup...that's the prologue. Sorry it's short, but I just needed it to explain stuff. Hopefully, My next chapters will be longer. :P
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Heirs of Hogwarts---Prologue
The chamber was silent. Salazaar, one of thier brothers, has turned to darkness. Helga was silent, dear Helga, stoic, and dependable. Never was there a crisis where she broke down at all. Rowena was sitting down, anguish upon her face. She had come to see the four of them as brothers and sisters. For one to turn against them... The only person missing was Salazaar. Salazaar, who hated muggle-borns, despised them with every fibre of his being. Salazaar, who, in defiance of his friends' wishes, had created the Chamber. That same Salazaar who had been seduced by the power of evil.
Such were the thoughts of Godric Gryffindor, founder of the house of Gryffindor of Hogwarts. With Salazaar gone, the bond that formed the school and bound them would soon collapse. There was but one thing left to do. He knew it, and he now brought it into the focus of his fellow founders. "Salazaar is gone," he said queitly. Helga looked up, a hint of a smile on her lips. "Tell me something you don't know," she said. "We took a blood oath to serve andprotect the students of Hogwarts. Salazaar has broken that oath, and it will soon crumble. Things will happen that we cannot prevent. One by one we will fall, as he has. When this happens, Hogwarts will crumble, left in decay, nevermore to be restored to the resplendence of it's former days. We have to..." he broke off at this point, unsure of whether to finish his sentence, uncertain of the fate that awaited Hogwarts. Rowena grasped what he was trying to say. She looked disbelieving, then resigned. "Futonous Diviera," she said softly. Helga sighed. The chant was something that copied the mistakes in a person, and reenacted itself a thousand years later, to the person's descendant. Dire consequences would await if the same mistake was made. "Is there no other way?" She asked Godric. "I'm afarid not. We have begun to disintegrate. When one falls, we all fall. We can only hope that our descendants will choose the right path when faced with the same discisions we have to make." Even the air itself went still. Then Rowena looked up, firmly and resolutely into his eyes. "I agree," She said. Helga nodded. "If that is what it will take, then so be it."
They met in the courtyard of the school, at midnight when everyone was in their dormitories. They slashed their palms with a dagger and joined hands. The rite started.
We are the three of Howarts Four,
Our Brother has fallen,
and evil awaits three more.
We leave Hogwarts' fate
to the Offspring of our blood
May they know the paths to take
And never go astray.
Extend the curse
And may Hogwarts never
Crumble into dust.
The air shimmered for a few moments, and a breeze carressed their cheeks. The fate of Hogawarts would be settled in a thousand years' time.
In the forbidden forest, a figure waited. And watched. He had heard. And, as tears ran down his cheeks, Salazaar Slytherin, fallen of the Hogwarts' four, turned and walked away.
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Yup yup...that's the prologue. Sorry it's short, but I just needed it to explain stuff. Hopefully, My next chapters will be longer. :P
