Lady Muggle and the Lord Wizard
Chapter 1-
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or anything associated with it. The characters came from a great mind. Only the plot is mine.
So I don't know when I will be able to actually write this story in a regular basis but I want to get it started. This is only the beginning and hopefully soon I'll be able to dedicate my time on it, or at least post the next chapter.
So here is the start of my new Harry and Hermione story…
"Godric," Rowena Ravenclaw, the smartest witch of her generation, sobs out as she holds her lovers head on her lap. "please Godric, be alright. I cannot loose you as well."
"Rowena, my love, you are fine," Godric Griffindor, the bravest wizard of his time, groans out as he looks with clouded eyes at his soul mate's eyes.
"Yes, I am well love, but you are not. You must get up for me. We need to take you to Helga," Rowena says with a pleading look.
Godric shakes his head, making his dark, long locks go from side to side.
"How's Sal," he asks, but gets a sob from the brunette witch. "I cannot believe I…"
"It's not your fault. It is his," Rowena says with a fresh river of tears coming out. "He did this to us. All of us. And because of him, I've lost a brother and…"
"I lo..ve you, Row,"
Rowena leans down to kiss Godric's bleeding mouth in hopes to catch this wonderful man's last breath.
"I love you too, Ric," she says as she closes his now dead, green eyes. "I love you too."
Rowena Ravenclaw wakes up from her repetitive nightmare to the sounds of a child's cries. She looks around with blurry eyes at her new home, at least till she is sentence, which is only a few days away now.
It has been seven months since that terrible day in which she lost the love of her life, Godric Griffindor, and her brother, in every way but blood, Salazar Slytherin, and all because of one man's ambition.
Now the four founders where left to two with one about to be either hang or sent out of the wizarding world forever.
Rowena jumps up and goes to the crib that is holding the love product of hers and Godric's love. She wish she had known then so that he would have known he would have a son.
Unfortunately fate was against them, and it was during her time in temporarily exile that she found the truth, and she couldn't be happier for this small gift from the gods.
"Do not worry my loved son. I will make sure I will leave you in good hands. I don't know what my future holds, but yours will be protected. And when the time comes, you will avenge this injustice," she rocks him back and forth as she now holds him tightly in her arms. "You will be safe my little guy. Frances, never forget how much your father and I love you."
With that said Rowena kisses the top of his dark brown hair before laying him down once more as he once again slept.
She then sits on her small cot, pulling her legs up to her chest, before crying for her lost love, brother, son, and self.
Even with her ability to see the future, the future was not clear for her yet.
….
The next day a woman with a dark robe and hood over her head knocks on the door of a cozy secluded house.
"Row?" a feminine voice says from the other side of the door.
"May I come in," the hooded person asks before looking around carefully.
A beautiful red head lets the hooded person inside her home.
Helga Hufflepuff is, was, the youngest of the four founders. She is a tall and slim woman, with very pale skin. She had long red, slightly curly hair, and the deepest set of blue eyes ever seen.
The hooded person removes her hood reveling Helga's long time best friend, and sister in everyway except blood.
Rowena Ravenclaw is beautiful woman, with the brains and power that matches that of any strong wizard. Her dark brown, messy locks was even longer then her best friends, but now was held in a messy bun. Her small, curvy body was the opposite of her best friends.
The thing that pop out the most of her best friend, Helga notes, is the bundle of blankets in her arms.
"Row, you shouldn't be here," Helga says after looking over her sister's body just to make sure her friend was alright. "If they find out…"
"Not necessarily," Rowena states. "it's past midnight on the day that I am suppose to return so I have yet to break any law," she then quickly adds as she sees her friends face. "none the less I will be returning to my inn's room as soon as I am finish here. I need to ask for a favor, Helga. A huge favor that is."
"What is it Rowena? You know that Emanuel and I will help you anyway we can," Helga says while taking a seat on a chair and congering some tea.
"Helga," the brunette says pulling at the bundle of blankets in her arms. "I want you to meet Frances, Frances Godric Ravenclaw-Griffindor."
"Is that…" Helga begins signaling to the pale face, dark brown, messy locks baby.
"Godric's and mine loved child? Yes, yes he is," Rowena says looking down at the baby in her arms. "I just recently had him. I think my exile came as a blessing since no one knows of his existence but you and me. Helga," this time the best friends lock eyes.
"Rowena I don't think that is a good idea," Helga says knowing where her friends train of thoughts are heading.
"I have no other choice," the older woman whimpers out. "We have an out of control governor, and he is all bent over in destroying us. You know what happened to Sal and Ric, Helga. We both know what that… that… man is capable of."
"But Rowena maybe…"
"Once my love affair with Ric comes out it would only make me seem guilty. Dumbledore knows that, and he is probably using this to poison Ric's and Sal's family. You are the only one of us that is safe here. With us gone you won't hold so much power, so you will be left alone. Safe to live your life."
"But how about if they find you not guilty and you are free once more," Helga says in more of a hopeful tone than anything else.
"We both know that will not happen. They'll either hang me or exile me and my decedents for the rest of eternity," Rowena looks down lovingly at her young son. "I don't want that kind of life for him. He deserves better. He is too important for this world to remove him from it."
Helga looks over to the staircase and then nods to her friend when they lock eyes once more.
"We will do it, Row," the young redhead says taking her best friend's hand. "For the memory of the four founders, we will protect this beautiful child."
"Good, I have something for you then," Rowena starts to fish into her pockets as Helga's husband, Emanuel, joins the two women. "He should not know of what he comes from, not anytime soon anyway, but give him this key when he comes of age, or when you feel the time is right. He will be the keeper of the family once the heirs are once more united they will need this."
"What are you saying, Rowena?" Emanuel asks taking the small baby from her arms.
"We will no longer be in fight, but that man's own descendant will probably bring the destruction of our wizarding world if he is not stopped. Or I think, I am not so sure. I been having weird dreams lately. Well beyond my usual nightmares," she finishes off in a whisper as she looks out the window. "I must go."
They all stand.
"We will take great care of him. He will know he was made out of pure love, and that his parents will always protect him," Helga says. "Though, we will need to change his name. At least his last names."
Rowena lets out a sob before she nods while she fixes her hood and stands in front of her best friend's husband.
"How did it all come down to this?" she asks quietly.
"Destiny," Emanuel answers. "You are destine for other things Rowena Ravenclaw. Your destiny is not yet fulfilled. Once you are finish you will once again join your soul mate in the afterlife. And when your destiny comes up again you will be back on earth."
Rowena looks into the eyes of the wise, older man.
"No wonder my sister married you," she says turning to Helga for a second before turning to the graying man once more. "You are worth your weight in gold, my wise friend."
"That coming from the brightest witch in generation, I'll take as a great compliment."
Rowena gives a slight smile before looking down at her young son.
"I love you. We will soon meet again, young one. Never forget we will be watching over you," she then leans down before running out the door.
"Do not go," is the last whisper words Helga hears from her best friend, her older sister.
Rowena Ravenclaw.
…..
"Rowena Ravenclaw, please rise," a man with long red hair says from above her. He continues once she is now standing with her head held up high. "I, Albus Conelius Percival Dumbledor, high governor of London Wizard, headmaster of Hogwarts, declare you guilty of the crimes of using love potions on two married wizards, one Godric Griffindor and Salazar Slytherin, which cause the deaths of two beloved young wizards in this community. Though Lady Griffindor wishes to see you burnt at the stake, Lady Slythering has gone against this notion and I have agreed with the latter witch. So as sentence for your heinous crimes," at his choice of words Rowena narrows her eyes at the manipulative, power hungry wizard. "I sentence you to a lifetime of exile. No descendants of yours would ever be truly welcome to our world, keep that in mind my lady, and if for some reasons some do, they will be very carefully watched since we will not want a repeat of your crimes. Now go, you ungrateful witch, and bare with you and your sons and daughters the pain you have brought to our community."
As soon as the iron cuffs around her wrist are remove Rowena Ravenclaw turns on her heel and starts to walk away from the town she has spent most of her life in. She stops in front of a woman with an important message to convey to her before parting.
"He wanted you to know he loved you, and he will be waiting for you in the other side," Rowena says to blond, young witch. "He only wished that he would have told you in person. Take care of his children, please. I am very sorry for my brother's death, my lady. And I will cry for his as well as the loss of my love."
With one last bow to Lady Slitherin, Rowena Ravenclaw leaves the wizarding community she once loved, and would have died for, so much.
But they have taken so much from her now, and she will one day have her revenge.
In this life or the next.
As a wall starts to build around the town name Diagon, yes it will one day be only an alley, and yes it that wall will become the Leaky Cauldron, a well known seer begins to tell a prophecy that will come true in about one thousands years, more or less, with the new heirs of the founders.
Their reincarnated selves.
'When the heirs return, the darkness will soon subside. The one in exile will once more return claiming forth her fortune, love, and family. With her will come a twister of some sort, and the manipulative, old man will be taken down by the glowing five. Those who once hated each other will find each other and once again become the witches and wizards they were meant to be.
Watch out for darkness is soon to come as the shining witch leaves our mists only to return many moons from now.'
Okay I hope the prophecy is not so confusing. This is a Harry and Hermione story. So from the here on out it will be the characters we know and love the best.
Review please, and like I said hopefully it wont take me to long to start updating this regularly. I just need to get some stories out of the way first. So hopefully a month or so.