Hogwarts
Prologue
By: Poise
It seems that when a hero is needed, there is never one to be found. Quite the contrary is when one is not needed. Though when it seems that all faith is lost, and the brave, cunning, just and wise leader you need cease to exist, there they are. Full of hope, so powerful, that your heart swells with pride. No magic can conquer hope, either. No sinister nemesis can sever it down. And it is in that moment, when you're so full of love, compassion, pride, hope, whatever it may be, that you forget that anything ominous is even out there. That they cease to exist. And it is in that moment, that you loose what you were fighting against. Pride can be a marvelous, yet horrible thing.
But I am not here to tell you how to fight a battle. I'm here to tell you about four people. Four people so vivid, so spectacular, so horrible, that only I can tell you. For I am one of them. But it is of no importance of which one I am. The only importance is that you hear of what really happened, those many years ago.
It was the age of wisdom. Salazar Slytherin, Rowena Ravenclaw, Helga Hufflepuff, and even Godric Gryffindor, were all intelligent, willing, and, even though one lost their touch with it, pure of heart. They did not meet as how your textbooks portray it. They had always known each other. Salazar and Rowena, however, were of noble blood, and both lived in Scotland, therefore knew each other better than they knew Helga or Godric. Godric, too, was of noble blood, but was Welsh, hence enemies with Helga, born of Irish stature. She, though, saw past the barrier of a nation. And thank Heaven for it!
But now I'm rambling. Maybe I should tell you were I write to you at. I sit here, in one of the most ancient towers of a gracious castle in the lush land of dear Helga. It's now covered in ivy, and dead moss. The once majestically polished floors now put on a dull, placid appearance. I wonder, sometimes, if I chose this very castle to write in because it is, indeed, different. Worn, is a better word. Or maybe, I just like the company of something old, as I am. Once again, though, I'm rambling.
As a future reference, the birth of Hogwarts is not at all what you thought it was. I hope that you enjoy the truth. There's no turning back now.
