Harry Potter and the Four Houses

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Chapter 1

Godric Gryffindor and Salazar Slytherin

Not even my family remembered quite what I looked like, but Luca did. He was the only one I was comfortable showing my true face too, which was odd to our two families, because we just seemed to fight and fight. We were like winter and summer. I was cold to a fault, Luca a little too proud and pompous, but although we sometimes ended up in a fist fight fit only for the muggles we thought we were for so long, we had a deep sweltering affection for one another. Always had, always will.

I was born in America, into a small farming community in the country. When I turned eight, Luca moved in across the street, with his chocolaty hair and not a penny to his name. It was around that time when I began to change. It was only a little bit at first, only a little bit at a time, and then it was all together.

I had always hated my looks. I considered myself a horrible, ugly child, and when I found I had this strange ability, I became someone completely different. Well, almost. It was impossible to get rid of such a big personality.

By the time I turned 11 my Dad had built quite the farming empire, and the money was raking in. Despite my humble upbringing, and the fact that we were well to do but certainly not well enough to brag about, I settled quite comfortably into snobbery. By this time my looks had done a 180 and I looked like a plastic doll.

My family were incredibly concerned. It was obvious that I was magically inclined. I was kept isolated, and that's when the letter came, the letter inviting me to Ilvermorny. Of course, I jumped at the idea. My parents weren't all too surprised, but they seemed hesitant to let me go. They had turned their backs on their lives of magic for reasons unknown to me and moved to America from London, Brittan to live the farm life, but they were the last of the families known to still bear the name Riddle, so their children were more likely to end up with magical abilities, and not as squibs.

My younger sister was also already exuding with magical ability. We didn't exactly know that we were strange or odd, it was what we knew ourselves to be. To be honest we didn't get out of the house much. Our family kept to itself. But, I noticed that I was somewhat different, or what I liked to call, special.

When all was said and done I was packed, and on a plane to Mount Greylock in Massachusetts. I was surprised to find Luca already there, having been a student for one year. He was shocked to see me looking so incredibly different than I had looked previously. He didn't recognize his old friend at first, we hadn't seen each other in a year, but when I showed him my true face, he exclaimed, "You're a Metamorphmagus!" and was thrilled.

"Oh, is that what it's called?" I replied, trying to act cool. I flipped my long, curly hair behind my shoulder, an orange far too vibrant to be real shone brightly in the sun through the window. Luca looked much the same as ever, but he was taller than me now, and a little bit more grown up.

I was something of a celebrity at the small school. Being a riddle was a big deal, apparently, especially overseas in Europe. I was given a lot of negative attention, attention that I loved. It went to my head quite easily. People knew who I was. They talked about me. They analyzed my every move. Even if they hated me, that was something. I was somebody. I was shameless.

Luca ended up rolling his eyes at me more than once.

My parents had moved to America to go into hiding and started living the muggle life when I was conceived to escape the unwanted attention they were getting in the wizarding world, specifically from the ministry. This was why they were so hesitant to introduce me to this world, the world I knew I belonged in.

I assumed it was because we were related to the most powerful dark wizard of all time, which I quickly found out. Still, they seemed to be hiding something else. They said they wanted me to live a normal life for as long as possible. That normal life ended when I got my letter to Ilvermorny and I chose to embrace the wizard life, though at the time I didn't know exactly what that meant for me.

My father was born in Azkaban, and if that wasn't bad enough, he was the son of Delphie Riddle, who was the daughter of the man formerly known as Tom Riddle, who was more widely known as Lord Voldemort. My great Grandfather was that man himself.

Luca had been introduced to the wizarding world at the age of nine, when strange things had started to inexplicably happen around him, magical things that couldn't be explained away with anything but the truth.

He didn't know why they moved from London, Britain to America, but assumed that they fled from something or someone, considering their best friends, and new neighbors, had gone into hiding doing just that. He knew that his family and mine were inexplicably connected in a way. He assumed it was through the friendship and bonds of our parents, but we were both in for a rude awakening. An aura of something unknown continued to surround us.

Both Luca and I were put into Horned Serpent House because of our vast love of knowledge, although in different subjects.

Luca excelled in most all his subjects, but I had a tinge of an issue with being disciplined. I hated studying things that bored me, and refused to do so unless it involved potions, defense against, or sneakily on my own time, the dark arts, which I excelled at.

I got into trouble on multiple occasions and had many fights with Luca over the subject. When Luca was about to turn 17, and I 16, Luca made the decision to transfer to Hogwarts, and study abroad in Scotland. I wasn't about to be left behind, but would Hogwarts extend a hand to both of us? Especially me, with my poor grade point average.

They did more than that. Letters were sent to both of us, telling us to report to the Magical Congress of the United States of America located in the Woolworth building in downtown New York City, and after speaking with some officials, including the president of MACUSA, to report to the Ministry of Magic in the heart of London to get things completely settled.

Luca was very nervous. Had we done something wrong? Was something, hopefully not something bad, going to happen to us? I on the other hand was excited.

"It'll be an adventure!" I said

Luca was brave however, and the two of us prepared to meet with the American congress officials. I'm certain I didn't seem scared, but Luca knew better than to think I was brave, I just liked getting into trouble, and if we were in trouble now, it was on a grand scale.

We arrived at MACUSA, guided through the secret passage we were instructed to take, Luca with a serious yet competent frown and me beaming from ear to ear. We were in for the shock of a lifetime.

When we arrived in the president's office, we began to question, Luca more so than before, just how serious this meeting was, what this was all about, and how things were going to pan out.

Introductions were exchanged, and hands politely shook, but President Samuel G. Quahog seemed nervous himself, and very excited. He shook feebly in his old age.

Many items were arranged on a desk in front of us, and the two of us stared in confusion and wonder as The President placed item after item of our old things before us, mostly old toys and items we had handled at both muggle and wizard school. It was nostalgic.

I reached for my old pink pygmy puff stuffed animal from when I was little and cracked a smile. Luca was a bit more suspicious.

"Where did you get all this?" he asked, "And why are we here now?"

"There was a prophecy," President Samuel began, "17 years ago, you might want to sit down –" to that I slumped back into an arm chair and kicked my pointed boots up onto the desk. Luca kept standing.

" –that two people," he continued, "Pivotal to the wizarding world in the past, would be reborn within the coming years. These are relics that the two had shown interest in before their deaths that we presented to numerous wizards and witches. Only the two of you showed interest in all of them. It was also said that they would be reborn into the family of their distant future relatives, so you were relatively easy to find."

We stared in awe, then I laughed.

"I knew I was special!" I giggled. "I had a past life? Who was I?"

Luca didn't take the news so well.

"This is crazy." he said, knees buckling. His chair swam up to meet him. "It's not true right? People don't lead past lives."

"You two did." he assured Luca, kindly reaching out to pat his knee, "Along with two others living in Scotland, attending Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

"Who?" asked Luca.

"The reincarnations of Helga Hufflepuff and Rowena Ravenclaw. You Luca, are the reincarnation of Godric Gryffindor. Sullivan, Salazar Slytherin."