I finished this weeks ago and was absouletly stoked to post it, but decided I wanted a beta to read it first. After a week of endless searching, I found nobody. And it wasn't that people who were unfit had resonded, it was that nobody at all responded. So, if there is anybody looking to beta this, message me. Other than that, enjoy the story I cooked up out of a dream.

Please leave a review. I'm not sure about this story at all.


The Founding of Hogwarts had been ground shaking throughout the entire magical world. For the first time, parents had the opportunity to allow their magical children to learn magic from an outside party, while children were given a chance to evolve their magical abilities alongside those with similar morals and personalities, and even the same age.

It took Hogwarts all of ten years before it produced the witch and wizard who shook the ground just as violently as the school they attended, for that had been the year the four founders had children finishing their seven years in their parents' project school. It was well know for ages after that, however it seemed the only tales that survived were the ones depicting the dislike between Gryffindors and Slytherins, as well as the deep rooted loathing that existed between the pure-blood family Malfoy, and the accepting "blood-traitorous" family Potter.

The true legend that failed to be passed down through the ages was the one that had started the feud between rivaling families and the split between two houses in Hogwarts, but that legend had not been one of hatred, envy, or anger. No, the true story that shook the core of the magical world had been a desperate, forbidden romance.

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Walking was not the word to describe how he moved. He strutted as he made his way through the castle his father and his three closest friends had created to harbor the most promising witches and wizards as they learned the ways of magic. His hair was not as bright of red as his father's but still shone true Gryffindor red when sunlight bounced off of his head. He did share, however, green eyes with his father, and even his younger siblings. Rowen Gryffindor was now in his seventh and final year at his father's newest, and so far, most successful project, Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

There were only about fifty students in their final year, but each year the number of first years had grown dramatically. Rowen, one of the first students, beside Slytherin's son, was the first wizard to go through the program from start to end, and as he strode into the main hall, such an accomplishment was apparent across the confident look upon his face.

He glanced over towards Hufflepuff's table to see her son, Caleb, looking over to Rowen with a big smile across his face. Rowen replied with a wave before he walked between the Gryffindor and Ravenclaw table. He knew all four founders were watching him as he made his way towards the third oldest of all their children.

"Evelyn," He said her name sweetly as he took a seat among Rowena Ravenclaw's daughter and her friends. She turned to him with a sweet smile as she took a sip of her pumpkin juice. "I trust you won't find yourself too lost within your studies to spend a bit of time with me later, right?" He asked, and Evelyn only laughed as she reached out to mess up his once combed hair

"I'll try not to, Rowe." She replied, calling him but the nickname most girls used with him. He gave her a wink before he peered up at the four Co-Headmasters, each one with a different look on their faces. As he'd imagined, his father and Evelyn's mother had the most angry looks, though neither were necessarily angry.

"I'll wait for you," Rowen replied and Evelyn laughed once more, before he stood up and continued down the Gryffindor table, until he finally found a seat among a few of his classmates. He knew only when he was seated did the eyes of the head table move away from him.

Rowen started to fill his plate as he started conversations with those around him. He was nearly done eating, when he could hear footsteps entering the Great Hall.

"What I'd give for a marriage to her." Rowen heard one of his friends comment before he actually turned to see which beauty had entered. Rowen only shrugged at the sight of Slytherin's daughter as she strode into the Hall, beside her older brother, Logan. Logan was also in his seventh year, making himself and Rowen the oldest children of the founders.

Like their father, Logan and his sixth year sister, Jocelyn, had platinum blonde hair. Logan's hair fell to his icy blue eyes, while Jocelyn's fell to her waist, leaving a few shorter strands to frame her petite face and her cold blue eyes. Rowen knew most students at Hogwarts envied the oldest Slytherin children for their beauty and their ability to attract attention to themselves, but none of them knew the Slytherin children quite as well as Rowen did. As far as Rowen was concerned, their icy exteriors did quite well to represent their icy interiors, but that only applied to Jocelyn and Logan.

Slytherin had other children, though only one other had ever interested Rowen beyond the mandatory meetings and gift exchanges for holidays and birthdays. Her name was Victoria Slytherin, younger twin sister to Jocelyn, though they had nothing but their birthday in common. While Jocelyn stood tall with trademark Slytherin hair, Victoria was humble with long black hair that reached her waist. Jocelyn's eyes were icy blue, and Victoria's were a blue that matched the color of the sky on a perfect summer day. Jocelyn was cold to everyone who was remotely connected to any muggle-born wizards and Victoria simply wanted everyone to belong.

Though, Rowen never paid more attention to either Slytherin sister than necessary. He only shrugged at the entering Slytherins before he turned back to his meal. "She'd be hard to live with, trust me on that one." He commented as he peered up to his friends, but froze at the sight of his father standing on their other side of the table. "Father," He laughed and his friends held back their laughter as best they could around one of their headmasters.

"I trust you're not speaking ill against anybody." Godric Gryffindor stared down at Rowen with strong green eyes and Rowen sat up as he dropped his fork to his plate.

"Of course not," He replied. "We were simply discussing the future for Jocelyn." He said, but couldn't hold back the laughter behind his wide smile.

"I should expect to see you in my office as soon as you're done with your meal." His father told him and Rowen nodded.

"Yes, sir." Rowen replied before watching his exit the Hall along with the other three founders. As soon as the four were gone Rowen and his friends were roaring in laughter. Rowen finished eating a bit sooner than usual, and left the Great Hall. He made the walk through the now quiet castle until he came to the main office that the four headmasters shared. He had lifted his hand to knock upon the wooden door, but before his knuckles touched the wood, his father's voice called to him.

"Just come in, Rowen." Rowen entered the room to find all four headmasters staring at him as he stepped up the four steps to the main floor of the large office. He noticed the two women were seated at their desks towards the back of the room, while his father was leaning back against the front of his desk, leaving Slytherin standing in the center, his arms crossed over his chest.

"Is there something you needed from me?" Rowen asked as he peered around the office his sister had helped decorate years ago. Now that he glanced around, he realized it did have the touch of a then ten year old. He could even spot the different items Evelyn had added just for fun. Rowen had a feeling Slytherin never let his children add their own touch to the otherwise dreadful office.

"We're only waiting on Logan," Godric answered as he watched his son. Rowen nodded as he made his way around the front portion of the office. He looked up and down the bookcase until he spotted a title he'd heard many times before. With a smile on his face he lifted his hand and book floated out of his place, before falling into his hands.

"Evelyn's favorite." Rowena Ravenclaw commented as she watch Rowen nodded in agreement as he flipped through the pages.

"It looks as if it's been head hundreds of times." Rowen commented before he lifted the book up. It floated out of his hand and back to it place before Rowena responded.

"Yes, she's read it many times. It was the copy her father had given her." She explained and Rowen smiled at the significance of the copy. He'd always wondered why she never kept it in her dormitory, but Rowen thought better than to reveal he'd been in Evelyn's dormitory.

"Father," Logan Slytherin entered the office silently, taking even Godic by surprise. Rowen turned to greet Logan, but found his efforts useless. Rowen wasn't by any means under the impression that Logan was fond of him.

"Perfect," Godric took two strides forward to greet the eldest of their children. "We have a proposition for you both."

Logan and Rowen turned to him, but he didn't speak again until he was at Slytherin's side. Rowen had always wondered how they had gotten along so well despite their obvious differences, especially since those same differences were the ones that separated Logan from himself.

"We'd like to expand Hogwarts more. It's popularity is growing, especially to pure-blood families, and with the rate of growth for the first year class, it's becoming increasingly difficult for the four of us to have as many classes as we need."

"You want us to be teachers?" Rowen spoke slowly as he stared up at his father. "To the people we've known forever?"

"He was not finished talking," Logan pointed out and Rowen turned to him, but held back everything he'd wanted to say.

"That was exactly what we were purposing, actually," Rowena finally rose to her feet. Her hair swung behind her as she stepped forward with a kind of grace that Rowen found himself wishing most girls had. Naturally, he'd always seen it in Evelyn, but Evelyn was basically his younger sister, not the kind of girl he'd wanted to court.

"But you know that Evelyn, and Caleb and Victoria are all going to be here next year." Rowen spoke purposely leaving out Jocelyn out of wishful thinking that she wouldn't be returning next year, though his comment earned a glare from Logan.

"Of course they know that." Logan told him and Rowen turned to him once more. The two exchanged glares before Rowen turned back to his father, fighting the urge within himself.

"But how do you actually expect us to teach them? That's so… strange."

"We understand that teaching your peers would prove difficult, given your… relationships with many of them." Godric spoke with a heavy sigh before continuing, "but we had in mind first year classes. We have rooms for you both, and you would stay here, naturally, which would work perfectly otherwise, you both would find yourselves in empty Manors until the holidays."

"Well," Rowen looked around as his thoughts consumed him.

"I think it's a splendid idea." Logan commented, looking directly to his father. "Though what about marriage prospects?"

Rowen was glad he had turned away, otherwise the Slytherin pair would've seen the look on his face at the thought of some girl's future ruined after repeating vows to a Slytherin, or even the unfortunate tart chained to Jocelyn. Victoria, however, was the only Slytherin Rowen found worthy of a good fight to win over.

"Rowen?" Rowena called his name and he turned. "What do you think?"

"I'm not exactly sure." He responded truthfully. "I'd always…"

"Imagined a great adventure the moment your father let go of you?" Godric finished, and the two women chuckled behind him. "Unfortunately, I'd prefer if you didn't escape by the thread of your life the way I spent my prime years."

"Godric, the boy just wants a thrill," Slytherin put in with a laugh. "What he needs is a girl."

"I'm afraid of such a match with him."

"What if I picked her?" Rowen put in, rather liking the idea of an early marriage.

"For now, simply ponder the option we've provided you with." His father responded. "you're not ready for a wife, I'm afraid to tell you, my dear boy. You're still a boy, for instance."

"One you trust enough to teach children." Rowen countered, but was only met with a stare from his father. "I'll just wander back to my dormitory and think on the matter." He added with a smile on his face. He knew his father would not be upset with him not matter what, but it was a decision that still needed to be made.