Harry Potter and the Four Founders

Summary

Harry Potter has known misery and pain all of his life, and the events of my version of the seventh book put an end to all the misery he has ever suffered, in a way you would never suspect. He is thrown into a world of new powers, false hope and torturous agony.

Disclaimers

I will say this once: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the concepts used in the previous seven books. I will not choke up future chapters with constant disclaimers saying how I do not own anything, because you all know very well that I am not, never will be J.K Rowling.

I would also like to thank the thousands of fan fiction writers out there that have inspired me to write one of my own. I apologize if any plot ideas in my story are similar to someone else's out there, but I would just like you to know that I did not intentionally steal your ideas.

Thank you very much for reading past the summary and I hope you enjoy my book. I will respond to most reviews on this page here.

On to the first chapter, please enjoy it!

Chapter One: Trouble at Hogwarts

A cool breeze blew through the trees of the Forbidden Forest, stirring creatures from their wary slumber. The grounds of Hogwarts had fallen silent the day before when the students had departed with the bad taste of death resting on their minds. The grounds were looking a lot worse for wear; it was as though Hogwarts had lost something special. The waters no longer sparkled joyously under the warm summer sun, the grass no longer swayed peacefully as though it was dancing and a constant ominous dark cloud hung over the castle.

Rubeus Hagrid had seen better days as well. The special thing the grounds had lost had affected Rubeus as well. He had spent the days since Dumbledore's death drinking tankards upon tankards of fire whisky, all the while moping in his cabin. He had neglected all of his duties, allowing the gardens to become overgrown and leaving the grounds of Hogwarts to be in a generally messy state. A certain giant that remained hidden in the forest, it seemed, didn't like this lack of attention. This giant had recently came to becoming quite destructive, aggravated at the amount of attention he was (rather, was not) receiving.

The attention he finally did reason would be considered most unsavory to most decent human beings. He was sitting down in the mud when 'he' came, a hippogriff lying silently on his lap. Grawp had taken to playing with his self captured food in an attempt to release some of his boredom; the hippogriffs insides lay strewn across the ground, making a kind of soup with the soft mud that had became Grawp's home.

A hooded figure appeared with a strong breeze, landing straight on what looked like the hippogriff's intestines. The mere thought of a figure appearing from no where was a strange thought for most people, but considering the fact that it was on the grounds of a highly protected structure, it was even more so. The figure stood with a strong stance, a sort of evil power emanating from whatever lay beneath the hood.

The giant's pulse quickened with excitement. All it could think of at the moment was that it had finally made a new play friend. The giant attempted to bring a fist down on the strange creature, but met a strange resistance. No matter how hard the giant tried, he could not get his fist past the strange purple field now flowing from a small stick of wood that was pointed into the air.

'You do not belong here, I know you do not' hissed a voice inside Grawp's head.

'Urrghhurr' grunted Grawp, thumping himself on the head in an attempt to get rid of the talking.

'Giants do not belong in chains, they belong by my side' said the voice, a little more forcefully. 'You WILL join me, or you will die, very slowly'.

Grawp did not need any further death threats. With a grunt, he looked to each of his chains, as though suggesting that his new master should perhaps use his piece of wood to free him.

Without a word from the hooded stranger, the chains flew open, allowing Grawp to stand. Looking up, a smirk spread across the stranger's face. Standing in front of him was an immensely tall giant; and he was completely under his control. Already, the link between master and servant was formed. And so, without a spoken word, the Giant knew what to do; unleash his might on the man who had bound him …

Not five minutes later, Hogwarts suffered another great loss as a flock of birds flew into the night sky in fright.

Not too far away, Minerva McGonagall was standing alone in the Headmasters office, tears silently flowing down her face. She was looking at the place where Dumbledore had once sat, managing the school so wisely. Her wand was drawn, but her delicately old arms lay at her side, the wand pointing to the floor.

A piece of parchment with harsh black ink was crumpled in her left hand.

Minerva McGonagall,

In response to the recent passing of Albus Dumbledore, we would like to formally remind you of your duties of Headmistress. Under Clause 307;

In the event of the unsuspected passing of the Headmaster/mistress by accidental or purposeful causes, the Deputy Headmaster/mistress must perform the sacred ritual unique to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizard.

The blank portrait received at the Headmaster/mistress initiation is to be placed on the wall along with past Heads of Hogwarts. The charm that is to embody the portrait is to be performed before a substitute Head can be found.

Sincerely from the Governors of Hogwarts

With a shaky sigh, she turned to the blank portrait the hung next to Professor Dipet's. The frame was made from solid gold, crafted by a dear friend of Albus Dumbledore's; Nicholas Flamel. There were solid diamonds on each of the corners that had a unique twinkle in them, a lot like the one that would never again be seen in the eyes of Dumbledore. Etched into the bottom were the words Nitwit, Blubber, Oddment and Tweak, along with his full name.

The portraits of previous Heads all had their heads bowed in silence, as McGonagall raised her wand, preparing to speak the words she had dreaded speaking since the first day she met Albus Dumbledore.

She began twirling her wand slowly in her fingers, the tears falling a little more steadily. She opened her lips, and started saying the sacred words passed on from the founders of Hogwarts. A soft, golden glow started to emanate from her wand, which she began to twirl faster, until a green glow surrounded the gold.

Her voice became shaky when the yellow glow began to surface from the gold. Just as a little red had began to show, she had finally let go, crying her heart and soul out onto the cold marble floor. The glow disappeared into the tip of her wand when she stopped speaking. With a final farewell, she pointed her wand, along with her left hand at the portrait, which began to paint itself. Minerva McGonagall collapsed with grief for the loss of her friend, her wand rolling underneath the desk.