I'm sure the Founders spoke in different languages other than Modern English. Hell, they might not have even spoken in English at all. I do know that I do not know how to write in Welsh or Gaelic so I'm writing this whole story in the modern way of speaking. I won't modernize the story itself but I will be modernizing the way they speak. Thanks for the understanding.
Godric felt the heat as the green jet of light just missed his face. He parried just in time as an invisible force pushed Emeric the Evil backward into a boulder. The dark wizard felt the back of his head and found blood matting his hair. Godric stirred his wand toward the wizard and Emeric's wand was ejected from his hand. Godric caught it in midair.
Emeric looked defeated. He stood, wobbly due to his head injury. The wizard turned on the spot, Disapparating. Godric was perplexed. You needed a wand to Apparate, didn't you?
Godric heard the familiar POP behind him too late. He felt pressure on the hand that held Emeric's wand and it was wrenched away from him. Godric spun while unsheathing his sword. He clipped the dark wizard on the shoulder just as he Disapparated. There was a sharp pain in his side.
"Damn it all!" Godric yelled. He felt his side and there was a gash as long as his forearm. Emeric must've had his own sword hidden beneath his cloak. What a coward.
His wound was bleeding heavily and he thought it best to Apparate the short distance home and get healed up.
He walked into his house, ducking in the doorway, as his shorter father had built it years previous.
"Godric, did you finish him finally?" Ella asked her husband as he walked into their kitchen. She had bread baking on the mantle and she was preparing a stew in the fireplace. She turned t face her husband and she found his robes drenched in blood, his face white.
"No," he said as he sat at the dining table. His wife ran over to her husband. She pulled out her wand of oak and made quick work of reducing the bleeding. She walked to the shelf and looked through some potions. She picked u a particularly vile looking brown potion and handed it to her husband.
"Can I take it with some mead?" Godric asked.
"No, the less diluted the better," Ella said. She uncorked the potion and sat it in front of Godric.
He hesitated, and took the potion down in one quick gulp.
"Ugh," he protested.
Ella looked thoughtful for a moment and finally said, "I don't like you being an Auror, Godric. You are merely twenty four and you have a permanent limp. And all these scars." She finished healing her husband and placed her wand back on the table.
"Yes, yes, I know but I would be hard-pressed to find another job, Ella. The Wizard Council have me where I am for a reason." Godric began to undress from his bloody robes and placed them in a pile beside the table.
"Damn the Council, Godric. You're not going to come home one of these days. Think about Erik and Talia."
Godric twirled his beard hair. Seeing that she had made her husband consider her idea, she went for it, "Haven't you always wanted to teach?"
Godric looked up and stood, "Teaching is not the profession for men of my stature. My father was an Auror and his father before him."
Ella looked up into her husband's eyes, "Just consider it, Ric. Maybe you could help your cousin Helga at the school she is trying to build." Done with the subject, Godric walked to their bedroom, where he had a work area situated. He massaged his still sore side and thought about Ella's plea.
Satisfied in his thoughts, he summoned a quill. He began a letter to his cousin:
Dearest Helga,
Ella and I are fine; well I am not quite fine. I was minorly injured in a fight with Emeric the Evil (his title was not given to him for no reason) and Ella is very worried about my safety. As am I, sometimes.
We were wondering how your school plans were going? As you know I once had an urge to teach at Durmstrang but their roots in the Dark Magics turned me away from the urge.
If need be, I am prepared to quit my assignment as an Auror to be a teacher (or preferably headmaster) at your school.
Your cousin,
Godric Gryffindor
Godric folded the letter and stamped it with the wax seal of the Gryffindor lion. He let his owl from her cage and tied the letter to her.
"Let's see how this goes," Godric sighed as he let the owl go out of the window.
