A/N: The rest of the story will be from Rowena's perspective, and I'm sorry in advance if some of the dates don't add up. Hope you like it!

There once was a time when no magical child knew what to do with his or her talents. The child would have to hide them away, or risk being caught by a Muggle, who would destroy the poor soul.

Some pure-blooded magical families knew what to do with their powers, and fashioned wands out of wood, including cores taken from the most mystical of animals. But they could not give every child with the magical gene a wand, or teach them the charms and incantations that they created.

But then, one day, four of the most prestigious witches and wizards of their generation set out to change things. These witches and wizards, Godric Gryffindor, Salazar Slytherin, Rowena Ravenclaw and Helga Hufflepuff wanted to make a school for witches and wizards everywhere, to teach them what they knew.

So off they set, gathering all of the known charms and spells that they could find and making notes of them, writing down names of children who wished to attend (and later making a magical quill to do it for them) and doing all of the other things that you needed to do to set up a school.

Little did they know that what brought them together in the first place would tear them apart.

Rowena Ravenclaw woke with a start on the morning of the twelfth of April, a beam on her face. "That was the best dream ever." She said to no one in particular as she vaulted out of bed.

She had dreamt that a very warty hog had led her to a place, a place in Scotland she thought, and the place was perfect for what she and her friends were planning. Still in her nightgown, she thundered down the stairs of her small house and into the kitchen, where two other people were seated around the table.

"You're up late aren't you?" Godric started, raising his red eyebrows at her. "I found the perfect location." Rowena announced, almost quivering with excitement. Helga Hufflepuff squealed. "How?" She asked, her blue eyes curious. "It came to me in a dream," Rowena replied. "There was this place, with thick green grass and a hill, surrounded by trees. I think it's in Scotland."

"How are we meant to know if it even exists?" Came a voice from the hall, and she turned around to see Salazar Slytherin, leaning lazily against the doorframe. His slate grey eyes were sceptical, but there was a smile playing on his lips that almost made her blush.

"We may as well try to find it," Helga said brightly, but Rowena was feeling deflated. "Scotland is huge, what's the use?" She said flatly as she sunk into her chair. Salazar had crushed her theory under his black boot.

Salazar sat down next to her and looked her in the eyes. "You give up far too easily." He said, his gaze never wavering once. Rowena's heart skipped a beat. "Did you see any landmarks?" Godric asked, flexing his fingers and ruining the moment.

She thought for a moment. "I did see a few shops," Straining to remember, an image of a pub crossed her mind. "Something like the Hog's Head was near it, I'm certain." Godric rose from the table then, looking triumphant. "Off we go to Hogsmeade then, that's not far."

Rowena rushed upstairs at once to get changed, not even pausing to look in the mirror, though she did throw some water over her face to get the sleep out of her eyes. Once she was kitted out in a long blue skirt and top, she rushed yet again down the stairs.

In turn, each of the founders grabbed a small amount of Floo Powder, and stepped into the old fashioned fireplace that stood proudly in Rowena's living room. Rowena went second, after Helga, and after calling out to the ashes that she would like to go to the Hog's Head, stepped into the soot.

Her eyes were kept tightly shut; she had taken this same journey many a time and had counted the seconds it took to get to the Hog's Head fireplace. Once the time was up, she leapt out and saw Helga waiting for her.

The witches didn't have to wait long for Godric and Salazar, they soon appeared and the four friends were off out into the streets of Hogsmeade.

None of them had any idea where to go, so they just headed south of Hogsmeade and into the forest. It was quite a silly thing to do, but according to Helga, it felt right, and if it felt right to one of them, it felt right to the others.

Thankfully though, they didn't get ambushed by centaurs or any other magical creature, and about half an hour after entering the forest, they found it, the place in Rowena's dream.
The grass was as lush as she had thought, and there was a hilly part on a cliff, which was where the castle would stand.

As the Founders stood in awe of this miracle that had helped them find the perfect site for their school, Rowena breathed out. "Hogwarts."