Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to the Goddess J.K. Rowling. I'm just playing in the world of her creation.
The snowflakes fell slowly in the twilight decorating the grounds of a impressively built castle in the white of winter's kiss. No stray breeze or gale interrupted the descent of the fat falling snow and the ground was on its way to becoming a pillow of fluffy white. The only thing that broke the serene tranquility was the movements of a cloaked figure as they strolled up a path that lead to the large doors of the castle.
Upon closer inspection the traveler was revealed to be of the female variety. Many people would say she was a rather alluring woman. Her long raven hair fluttered behind her set in motion by her quick footsteps. She was of above average height for a lady and possessed a trim body. Her skin was pale and her lips had been colored a startling midnight blue. Her beauty was accented by the confidence in in her walk and posture. The most appealing part of her, however, was her eyes. They were a warm brown and held a depth of wisdom and knowledge that was almost unparallelled in her time and beyond it.
Her breath fogging in the evening's chill, the fair lady stopped in her ascent to the castle. She adjusted the broad rimmed hat that sat upon her head. She turned from the castle and cast her gaze to a set of illuminated greenhouses filled with an assortment of rare and magical plants. She could barely make out the figure of a woman busily working within.
She let out a short sigh before reaching into her robes and pulling out a wooden stick. This stick was at the length of thirteen and one-sixteenth inches and appeared to be made of hazel. Within the confines of the wood was the heartstring of an Scottish Hornwing dragon from her homeland. Brandishing her wand, she aimed it for the distant glass buildings. She closed her eyes and brought up the image of rustic looking redheaded man with emerald green leaning in for a kiss under a sprig of mistletoe.
A small smile formed on her face and with a feeling of warm happiness bubbling within her she flicked her wand and enunciated, "Expecto Patronum."
An eagle, composed of what appeared to be silvery mist, burst from the tip of her wand and soared towards the greenhouses. The snowflakes around it reflected back it's silvery light as it flew until it passed through the glass panes into the plant-filled building. Satisfied with her spell, she resumed her walk towards the castle.
When she had reached the large doors of the castle she once again halted as she sensed the coming of a return message. Lumbering towards her was the silver apparition of badger made of glowing mist. It moved very quickly and only a moment after she noticed it it was at her feet. It opened its mouth and announced in a warm female's voice, "I'll be there in a moment, I just have to finish trimming the Gladius Rosebush. Thank you for informing me."
Once the voice had ended, the badger closed its jaws and dissipated into a formless mist. The woman stopped herself from rolling her eyes at her friend and colleagues love of plants. "I sometimes believe Helga has more love for her gardening than her husband," she muttered to herself, her Scottish brogue evident in her speaking.
She shook her head and aimed her wand to the great doors of Hogwarts castle. "Abierto." Her wand gave a brief flash of light and ripple of light expanded across the doors before they slowly swung open allowing her entrance into the castle she had helped to construct.
She walked into the grand entrance hall of the castle. The torches fluttered in the cold air streaming in from the open doors. She turned back to face the doors, "Ferme." With a wave of her wand the door swung shut connected with a thud that echoed around. She turned back to the doors to the Great Hall. Casting the Opening Charm once more, the doors swung open and lead her into the hall. Enchanted floating candles lit the room and were reflected in the large windows that ran along the walls. Four long tables stretched across the room. Although usually filled with students, most children had been sent home for the holidays and those who remained were in their common rooms asleep waiting for the next day as tonight was Christmas Eve. At the end of the hall was the head table for the staff.
Tonight only two people sat at the staff table. Two men to be specific. One was a pale dark looking man. He had dark hair and a pointed black goatee. His nose was hooked and his skin pale. His piercing grey eyes scanned her as she walked in. He held him himself in what some would call prideful arrogance. He was dressed in dark green robes that were so dark they were almost black.
Next to him was a burly looking man. His hair was red and wild and he was cleanly shaven. Warm green eyes drew her in to him and revealed him as the man from her memories. His skin was pale and lightly spattered with faint freckles. His gold and red robes hung on his muscular frame and a charming smile graced his face. He flicked his wand and shut the doors behind the lady.
"Good evening, Rowena. I take it your trip to the village went well?" asked the red haired man.
"Yes, Godric," she responded, "it went very well." She reached into a bag that hung at her waist and pulled out pink candle. "One dragon's blood candle."
The darken hair man now spoke, "Very good, Rowena. Now all we need is for Helga to arrive."
"I'm here Salazar. Don't get impatient," Helga said brushing the snow of her cloak as she entered through the door before closing them with a flick of her wand.
"Then let us start," Godric said as he rose from the table. Salazar rose as well and the two walked to the center of the room with the women.
Godric aimed his wand towards the door. His wand was about fifteen and one-third inches and made of oak. A phoenix feather resided within it. With a grand flourish, he cast his spell, "Colloportus Maxima!" A bolt of blue light shot forward and struck the door. The door was temporarily illuminated before the light faded and the doors were sealed.
Rowena raised her wand at the candles, "Sientus." The candles floated down and placed themselves on the head tables.
With a swish and flick of his wand, Salazar levitated the tables up towards the enchanted ceiling. Salazar's wand was nine and seven-nineteenth inches and made of hawthorn. It's core was unicorn hair, a fact Godric had taunted him with for many years. He waved his wand above his head, "Candela Entindre." With a large swooshing noise all the candles in the room were extinguished. The hall now was shrouded in darkness illuminate only by the faint light of twilight.
Helga swung her arm forward, "Conjurus Rideaux!" Long black curtains flew from the tip of her wand and draped themselves over every window totally eclipsing all light trying to enter. Helga's wand was of holly, had a length of ten and three-fourth inches and like her husband had a core of unicorn hair. "Candela Enflamme!" Light sprang back into the room as some of the candle along the walls sprang back to life. "Luces Dimmus." Her third spell dimmed the candles almost completely down.
Rowena placed the dragon's blood candle down on the floor. "Describo Cerco." A circle drew itself around the candle. The four stood around the circle. Godric drew a goblin made knife from his robe and cut his palm. He held out his hand let the blood drip onto the circle before passing the knife to Salazar. Each founder of Hogwarts added their blood to the circle. After Helga had added her life fluid, the drops of blood began to spread around the circle until the entire circumference was red.
After healing the cuts on their palms the four pointed their wands to the candle wick. In perfect synchrony the cast the Fire-Making Spell, "Incendio!"
The candle ignited in a rush of fire and the circle of blood began to glow with a pale white light. "Are we all certain about this? We will have no option but to move forward after this moment so speak now or hold your silence and we'll continue." Godric asked. No dissenting word was spoken. "Then let us continue. I shall go first." Godric held out his wand, closed his eyes, and spoke, "Expecto Patronum!" His patronus burst from his wand and stood in the circle. The silver lion gave out loud roar.
Salazar's and Helga's patronuses joined Godric's. Salazar's silver serpent slithered from his wand and coiled up in the circle it's misty tongue flicking out every few moments. Helga's badger lumbered over into the circle before sitting on hind legs waiting patiently.
Rowena once again drew up her memory of Godric and summoned her eagle patronus. It flew around the circle thrice before landing and tucking in its wings.
The moment Rowena's patronus touched down, the circle of blood exploded with light and formed a sparkling transparent column of energy that reached up to the ceiling.
The founder's watched as the patronuses began to change. Godric's lion began to turn crimson red, Salazar's snake an emerald green, Helga's badger a warm yellow, and Rowena's eagle a midnight blue. From the candle came four tendrils of flame that ignited the apparitions. The patronuses turned from figures of mist into magic fire. Rowena had to admit, her blazing blue eagle looked quite impressive.
A strong gale began to spin inside the column and the fire-patronuses were dispersed from corporeal form into streams of colored flames that spun around with the wind. The colors began to mix and swirl until suddenly all the fire became a bright white and condensed into a sphere in the center. The sphere held in shape for a handful of breathless moments before it exploded in flash of white radiance.
The light hit the sides of the column and traveled downward into the circle before spreading out into the ground. For one moment all of Hogwarts Castle shone with a flash of white light and in the next moment a shock wave flew out from the castle and sent the freshly fallen snow back up into the air to fall again. Students suddenly sat up in their beds awoke by a brief flash that had tore their from the slumbers.
The founders stood silent in after the ritual concluded. The circle and candle were gone and no marks had been left on the floor.
"It's done," Rowena breathed relief flowing through her. Salazar nodded thoughtfully,
"Let's just hope it's enough." No one spoke after that. Helga vanished her curtains and Salazar brought the table down. Rowena reignited and hung the candles back up in the air. With a flick of his wand, Godric unsealed the door and the four left the Great Hall.
As Rowena made her way to her sleeping quarters, she sent up a single prayer to the Goddess that their plan would work. Otherwise, many innocent people were going to pay for their incompetency. And if there was one thing that Rowena Ravenclaw more than anything in the world, it was being incompetent.
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A/N: Hello people! I have yet another new stories. I really must stop doing this but what the heck here we go! Let's see how far I make it this time! :D I want this story to focus more on the Wizarding World and its culture than angsty character plot drama. And I wanted a capable Harry that doesn't become an arrogant prick. Characters will become slightly different as I'm recoloring canon. This chapter (if you couldn't tell) is off in the past but Chapter 1 shall bring us back to our Harry. :)
Orignal spells in this chapter:
Abierto- Opening Charm
Ferme- Closing Charm
Sientus- Placing Charm
Candela Entindre- Candle Extinguishing Spell
Conjurus Rideaux- Curtain Conjuring Spell
Candela Enflamme- Candle Lighting Spell
Luces Dimmus- Artificial Light Dimming Charm
Describo Cerco- Circle Casting Charm
I don't feel like putting the etymology of each spell there so if you'd like to know how I came up with a spell's name just ask in a review or message. :)
