A/N: Hello and welcome to my fan fiction. I have two others in progress at the moment and I would be honored if you were interested in them. I appreciate constructive criticism in the reviews and ideas are always welcome. Of course, if I use your idea I will be sure to credit you. If I don't, please let me know that I haven't. Please…enjoy!

HOGWARTS: A HISTORY

Godric sighed, set his quill down and took his spectacles off. It had been a very long day. First he had dealt with remodifying of Muggle memory; a whole herd of them, then he had to make plans for a school. His three other friends, Rowena, Salazar and Helga, also all had roles in the making of the new school, but they had appointed him to make the outline of what the school layout should look like.

He sighed again, rubbing his eyes and looking over at the slowly dying candle light.

There wasn't enough time.

The layout was due in two days time and he hadn't even known where to begin therefore...he hadn't.

As his candle burned lower, the sky out side of his window grew lighter.

Rowena Ravenclaw, Helga Hufflepuff, and Salazar Slytherin were the three most accomplished wizards that Godric had ever met. Of course, the three of them and Godric Gryffindor himself were the four most highly accomplished wizards in the modern world. It was, at the present day, A.D. 993; he couldn't imagine what powers the most accomplished wizard would have in a thousand years time. Powers beyond imagination, he assumed, since he couldn't imagine it.

Godric looked over at his small, but quick-flying owl who was fast asleep.

"Grip!" he whispered, "Griplin!" he said a bit more loudly.

The owl tiredly awoke with a dull hoot, "I've got a few letters for you to send out tonight; I thought I might awaken you early so you could wake up a bit before you flew."

The owl gave another solemn hoot.

Godric frowned at him as the owls eyes closed again and he turned back toward his desk, pulling three fresh pieces of parchment toward him along with his ink bottle.

"Dear Helga,

I know it isn't appropriate that I ask for your help much less this closely to the dead line; but I would appreciate your aid. I am sending owls to the other two as well so as they might be of some sort of assistance. I would welcome any support that comes to me for the plan of the layout of the school. I have run into some difficulty and would graciously value any assist. If you would offer any help please apparate to my office. If not, send Griplin back with a note.

Godric"

He copied this same message onto the two other pieces of parchment, only with the names, "Salazar Slytherin," and "Rowena Ravenclaw" on the top and again woke Griplin.

"I need you to send these to Rowena, Salazar, and Helga as quickly as you can. If you come back before the sun completely rises, treats are doubled," he whispered and the owl was out of the window with a single, joyful hoot.