Christmas: Nine years later...

"You're laughing at me, but I am actually quite serious, you see magic is all around us."

"You should have a care for your words Lord Gryffindor, they might cause you trouble some day." The girl spoke in reply to him with a coy smile across her face and he knew already that she was his if he wanted her.

"Now see you still assume I'm joking. But do you know the colour of your eyes, that powdery blue, I can guarantee you that there is not another soul on this earth that has eyes like yours and wouldn't you call that magic? I surely do for it must be a miracle to have eyes like that." The woman giggled, she might be a few years younger than him, he guessed perhaps seventeen but at he age of twenty a few years hardly made a difference to him. He was happy to be at court after being raised with those other boys, sons of noble men each and every one of them, but none of them wizards and thus incredibly tedious and not at all fun. This however, was a great deal of fun, he mused as she turned her eyes away and then back to him in a sly way as if to convey that she was shy or maidenly. But then something else caught his eye, there were two women who just entered the court hall and they were instantly drawing attention to themselves, by doing absolutely nothing the two women had every man in the room staring at them. The one woman was smaller and had a sweet round face with plump little lips that were parted in a smile as she giggled at something the other woman said, her auburn hair was pulled back to support the little crown she had on her head for the festivities, she had kind brown eyes that weren't scanning the room but she kept them cast downwards sweetly as her friend said something else that sent them both flying into another fit of giggles.

"If you would excuse me miss." He stood up from the table he'd been sitting at and moved towards the two women who didn't notice him until he was standing before them, he was a great deal taller than both of them, in particular the girl with auburn hair, when she finally looked up at him she stopped smiling and her brown eyes widened a great deal as she looked up at him. He knew he could look quite imposing, he had flaming red hair that was rather unruly and he was beginning to grow out his beard as well. He was tall and muscular and intimidating to most people even though he was never one to initiate any kind of conflict. There was something about her eyes that was utterly fascinating and she regarded him with a great deal of interest and curiosity, even amusement. He wasn't entirely sure what it was about her that was so familiar.

"Godric?" It was her voice, that sweet warm, excitement that resonated through her.

"Bloody hell, Helga?" She smiled and was caught up in an embrace before she had the chance to refuse, they had written to each other for years, throughout everything that had happened and he knew that despite the fact that her engagement had been broken off, she had remained at the nunnery to further her education under Gunhilda of Gorsemoor and stay with her friend. When he put her down he realized that the woman standing next to her had to be Rowena Roderick, or more recently Lady Rowena Ravenclaw, since she was now married.

"Merlin's beard you've changed!" She smiled and placed a hand against his beard, giggling like she always had. Godric couldn't comprehend how she could have changed so much since the last time he saw her. She had already been growing and filling out then, they had been fourteen, but he realized now that it had been six years since they'd last seen each other. He smiled, his sudden excitement was drawing attention from people all around them.

"Perhaps we should go somewhere else. You too Lady Ravenclaw, I've heard so much about you."

"Yes let's go somewhere quieter." She wasn't as perpetually shy as she used to be, he had realized that before too but now she was different, charm and intelligence slightly masked by her usual sweetness. Godric could hardly believe the change in her but then he shouldn't have been so surprised. He himself had grown almost two feet since the last time she'd seen him. If it weren't for his flaming red hair he wasn't sure she would have recognized him. They moved through the halls until Godric pulled Helga by the hand behind a tapestry, Rowena followed shortly behind them, when he was certain no one else was present in the halls, within earshot he pulled out his wand and directed it at a certain point of the wall.

"Alohomora" There was a definite click in the wall and the wall began to shift backwards, creating a space big enough for someone to fit through. Godric stood back and smiled to the two women standing before him. Helga looked into the darkened hall carefully while Rowena, much to Godric's surprise simply smiled and pulled out her own wand.

"Lumos" Her whisper echoed in the hall and she moved past him and Helga into the hall without really considering that it might be a trap.

"She's somethign else." Godric leaned over and whispered to Helga who giggled and took out her own wand.

"You haven't seen anything yet." She grinned and stepped into the hall herself. They waited until he had performed his Colloportus charm to prevent the door from being opened by any kind of muggle means and then the two women walked before Godric down the hall. When they stopped Godric felt a surge of humour float through him, knowing what had made the two women stop. They stood at the edge of a perfectly vertical shaft that was too deep for them to see the end. Godric was all too familiar with the different secret halls in this castle but the two girls weren't and they stood there teetering on the edge as they peered as far as they dared, trying to get a glimpse of how deep it might be.

"What's wrong ladies? I promise you it's perfectly safe." Godric spoke, slightly amused but he was surprised at the looks he got from them both, Helga smiled broadly and turned to Rowena before looking at him with her hazel eyes and tilting her head slightly. She turned around until she was on the tip of her toes at the very edge of the drop.

"Very well then." She smiled and tilted her head backwards, closing her eyes and Godric couldn't help the urge to reach out for her, he was astounded at her bravery, shocked at how much she had changed in only six years and at the coy look Lady Ravenclaw was giving her told him that she was the influence that had caused it. Not that he minded it, so far he liked this new Helga. She turned her dark eyes on him and smiled coyly before turning and letting herself drop down the shoot herself.

Helga was falling rapidly, and it seemed to take forever before she saw what she assumed was the bottom. She turned her head every which way, wondering how long it would take until she finally reached it and was surprised that it still took her a while. She was about to take out her wand but instead the falling had stopped and she found herself floating gently to the bottom as if she were a feather. There was a dark marble floor at the bottom when she finally was able to set her feet down, her shoes clicked gently onto the marble and echoed slightly into the halls. Torches lit up along the halls to reveal doors and people walking from one room to the next, when she moved out of the little circular entrance she could see more clearly that there were a few owls flying from one tiny space to the other and some of the witches were chatting mid-air on brooms. Helga smiled to herself. She's only heard of the ministry but being raised in a convent she'd never had the opportunity to visit it. Rowena appeared behind her and the two women smiled at each other.

"It's bigger than I thought." Helga smiled at her friend and Rowena nodded.

"Do you think he knows?"

"The ministry sent for us. He must know something." Helga answered carefully before turning around to wait for Godric, she hadn't seen him in years, and he'd changed a great deal though she could still tell that his humour still remained and his charm was perfectly intact. He was tall and very muscular. He took them into one of the smaller offices that was apparently unused when the door had closed behind them he turned around to look at them, one eyebrow raised. His green eyes a little more serious than they had been before.

"Now what is it I can do for you ladies?"

"We were asked to come by the ministry of magic Godric." He looked surprised at them both but waited for her to finish. "We were asked to find you and to inform you that the ministry of magic has been discovered by a small group of muggles."

"What?"

"No one told you?" Helga asked him carefully, she had expected him to be told, she had thought he would know about this but it seems that the ministry had kept him in the dark. Though Helga admitted they were all quite young to be entrusted with such delicate information, they were the sons and daughters of noble men, Godric's family in particular were wizards for generations, they were even important members of the muggle government.

"A few days ago some muggles discovered what's been going on for years. Suffice it to say that although these muggles are in no position to bargain, they made a proposition to the ministry of magic." Rowena ignored his surprise and kept on going.

"Really? Muggles?" Helga nearly laughed, the misconception that muggles weren't as smart as witches or wizards lingered everywhere, people liked to make jokes about it, but it was mostly because muggles were more formidable than the witches liked to admit to themselves. It was a way to make light of a difficult and frightening situation. If they were ever to find out, truly the extent of a witches' powers they would want to fight against it with everything they had. "I suppose it's not impossible, but go on. What did they suggest?"

"They suggest that the ministry of magic remain secret." She continued on, ignoring him as he frowned and wanted to speak. "On the condition that we protect muggles from witchcraft. We keep our communities hidden from them, we create laws that prohibit the use of magic against muggles etc."

"And how do they imagine we should enforce such laws? What makes them think that witches and wizards will even accept such laws forced upon us by muggles? Not a soul would accept such a thing."

"They want to create a force, completely comprised of witches and wizards. Trained to enforce the laws of the ministry of magic. We keep to our own, follow our own rules and the best part is, we keep the muggles out of it." Helga smiled at him. When she had heard about the deal she had been doubtful herself, but the cooperation between the muggle world and the magical world wold only occur in the government in the fact that they had to communicate with each other. Witches and wizards would be able to make up their own laws, and the consequences to breaking those laws would fall upon them as well. Helga was well-aware of the fact that the muggles didn't know what they were getting themselves into. Allowing the world of magic to not only organize themselves but unite to create a solution. It could eventually work against them but it was in their advantage so they hadn't said anything.

"Oh let me guess, they want us to create such a force."

"Precisely." Rowena smiled.

"Now, of course this enterprise would take a great deal of organizing, a lot of new spells and charms need to be composed." Helga started and looked at Godric hopefully, hoping he would cave to her the way he used to.

"That's where we come in. But you, you have the military skill and knowledge of people in the ministry who would be well-suited for such a task."

"Why do I get the feeling I don't have much of a choice here?" Godric looked at Helga who smiled back at him sweetly, apologetically.

"You don't really."

Salazar stood before the house, the tiny rickety house that had once been called home, the wretch still lived there. The drunkard who had sent him off to be schooled by monks in return for some money that had done him little good. He had finally left the monastery, refusing to become a bloody monk. He hated the humans, every last one of them. He couldn't stand their stupidity, their simplicity. And so he had practiced secretly in the hopes of becoming what he was meant to be. All by himself, while the monks believed he was praying in dedication, he was actually plotting against the injustice done to him.

The smell that was coming from the house was incredibly foul as he pulled out his wand, the one that had once belonged to his mother, the only object he'd been able to save and keep safe after all these years. It was made of Kingwood and Thestral hair. He had very little knowledge of why he could wield this wand so efficiently but he found it suited him better than anything else he had used in the past. There was a loud barking as the door opened further but Salazar motioned at the dog sending it whimpering back into some forgotten corner. The barking was soon followed by a man's voice, an old man's voice. Raspy and neglected and drunk as ever. He came stumbling down the stairs, bellowing for anyone who dared enter his house, he was calling for the dog but the dog stayed away, when he finally lifted his eyes he seemed to sober a bit.

"Well, you decided to come back did yeh? Yeh were always stupid! Just like yer mother!" His words were cut off as Salazar slowly but surely raised his wand at the man. The filthy muggle who had sent his mother to her death. He couldn't believe the man was uttering the very words that had made Salazar his enemy, and now he stood perfectly frozen. His drunken glazed eyes wide with stupid fear and Salazar smiled wickedly. He waited for a moment turning his head curiously as he saw the man follow the movement of his wand, he recognized it. Salazar could smell the fear coming off him.

"Recognize it do you? I've waited a long time for this old man."

"What are yeh gonna do? Poke me with -" The old man was lifted in the air without so much of a word uttered by Salazar, the power that surged through him was immense, the anger that rolled through him worse. He remembered his mother's face as she cried before she had been killed and that sent him into an even worse fury.

"Crucio!" He hissed the words and watched vindictively as the man curled and contorted forcing himself into painful positions, cracking bones in his body and screaming in agony, Salazar waited for a good long while before releasing the old man who spit and screamed and swore at him for his pains. He revelled in the fact that his spells worked, he had planned them, practiced them and perfected them over years in the hopes that he might have this opportunity as the man was forced to stand up and bang his head against the wall incessantly until Salazar finally released him.

"Lumos!" There was a sudden light in the room but it didn't bother Salazar, his anger blinded him, made him deaf to everything else that was happening in the room. He felt a man's arms around him, someone large and formidable he tried for a moment to shake it off, and he did, feeling the presence disappear again before he felt a sudden sharp blow to his back.

"Expelliarmus!" A man's voice bellowed and Salazar's wand was forced out of his hand, he had no intention of giving up so easily, as the old man fell to the ground he leaped forward, his anger and hatred towards this thing surging through him and making him mad.

"Let it go! We'll take care of him!" The man's voice rang through his ears as something grabbed him by the back of his tunic and forced him out, he felt as if he were being constrained by ropes and dragged out of the house where he was met with darkness again. "Stop this, calm yourself man. You're going to get yourself killed if you keep this up. I know this pains you but you have to stop! Calm down!" The man's deep voice kept ringing through his ears, and when Salazar finally closed his eyes and listened he felt himself calm down, he listened to his own breathing and heard a ringing in his ears. Undoubtedly caused by the blow that had knocked his wand out of his hand. He wasn't entirely sure how that had happened either.

"Rowena, you take care of the old man. Make sure your spell works this time." He opened his eyes to find that he was still restrained, but he felt less panicked and most definitely less enraged. He had been infuriated, still was to a certain point, but part of it was sated, for now at least. He tried to sit up and saw a woman walk past him, she was wearing a dark blue gown, she almost blended in with the night as she stepped into the house and leaned over the old man. Once she seemed convinced at something she stood up straight and pointed her own wand at him.

"Obliviate." Salazar could hear her soft voice clearly, perhaps his ears were still remarkably sensitive but he was sure that she had whispered the words. He saw a tiny light flow from her wand into his head and he fell asleep.

"What did you do to him?" He asked her when she came out of the house, he sounded more calmly than he felt. For the longest time he had thought he was alone and now there were two others, more powerful it seemed than him and most assuredly more experienced.

"I erased his memory of this night. It is important to keep our secrets Mr. Salazar."

Rowena watched carefully as Helga leaned over to the man, he had shortly cropped black hair and small grey eyes, a narrow face and rather large ears she thought. She didn't trust him at all, something about him told her to be careful, it didn't help that he'd been performing a charm that she didn't know, and therefore he must have created it himself. It seemed to her to be some kind of torturing curse, and she had a serious disdain for all the dark arts. She found them seemly and wretched, and this wizard seemed all those things. She could tell that he was filled with an anger and a drive that was destructive, she handed his wand to Helga who smiled sweetly as Godric helped the man up.

"If I give you your wand back will you use it on us?" Helga asked carefully, Rowena was gripping her own wand carefully, ready to move if he even tried anything. She couldn't help the jittery feeling he gave her, and she watched as Godric and Helga moved to help him, they were both too trusting, they thought mostly with their hearts and good humors. Making them amiable and charming people but Rowena couldn't comprehend such blind dedication to your instincts. She was always calm and calculated. She considered things before she made a decision, and right now every factor that she was considering told her not to give this man a wand. She wondered why he was so different from the others, they should be carrying him away in restraints, just like the others but instead Godric and Helga had both said that something was different about this man. Rowena had to admit that he seemed powerful despite his age, but he was angry, and that lead to fear and hatred.

"Who are you?"

"My name is Godric Gryffindor, this is Helga Hufflepuff and Rowena Ravenclaw. We haven't come to hurt you, we're like you."

"Like me?" The man looked doubtful and suddenly Rowena understood his confusion. He hadn't been taught, one of the very few wizards who went through his entire life convinced that they were an oddity and a freak of nature. He had been entirely alone until now.

Mister Slytherin, I would like you to meet our friends; this is Uric, Wendelin, Cornelius, Merwyn, and Hengist. Salazar looked over the odd group with a sense of both wonderment and dissapointment, they were the oddest people he had ever looked upon. He had always thought he was alone but in his mind he had hoped that if there were others they would be, like him, utterly superior to muggles. Instead he wondered if they could be any stranger. Cornelius and Hengist, seemed relatively normal the two men looked relatively similar except that Cornelius stood up perfectly straight, his brown hair was balding slightly and his beard was pointed the tunic he wore was black and tailored to fit him perfectly, above it he wore a black robe and there was a large black dog, like none that Salazar had ever seen, seated obediently next to his master. Much the same as its master it sat perfectly straight and stared at Salazar as if he would speak to him.

Hengist looked only a bit wilder and a bit more amiable, his hair was more reddish than Cornelius' and his tunic was green with a blue robe over it. He too was balding with a very thick mustache that curled all the way to his ears and a small pointy goatee. He stood up at the sight of Salazar and nodded his head towards him. Salazar was unsure of what the protocol was here, but he stood stock-straight and regarded everyone with a careful calculation.

The others weren't nearly as normal looking as the first two, Merwyn had frightening features and was clearly the oldest man present, he wore a lime-green robe, with a hood drawn over his head, if not for the colour he would have passed for a monk. He had dark black eyes, similar to the Ravenclaw woman, except he seemed slightly amused at the sight of Salazar, and he bowed slightly at the waist, flaring his hands out as if it was the highest honour to meet him. It was at that point that he caught sight of Wendelin a woman who was covered in soot, she had bright green eyes and a smile that came too easily and too brightly, it made her look slightly crazed, her red gown was also covered in soot and she looked utterly dirty, as if she'd been rolling in the cinders of the fire all day. She smiled at him eagerly and waved as Godric introduced her. Salazar was forced to turn away at the smell of smoke that lingered on her, that heavy smell that made your eyes water and your lungs gasp for clean air. He turned quickly to the strangest creature he'd ever seen in his life.

At the moment the man was standing with his back to them, he was twirling his wand around his fingers, he seemed to have attached a cord to it, so he could hang it around his wrist, and Salazar instantly wondered if it was to ensure that he didn't lose it. The man looked utterly lost in his own thoughts when he heard Godric speak his name, he turned around and smiled warmly to Salazar. He wore an old monks robes, it was all patched and sewn up in places his long white hair came down in a beard almost all the way down to his belly and on the top of his head he wore what Salazar could only describe as some slimy creature.

"It's a jelly fish." The man smiled and took one of its tentacles in his hand, curling it around his fingers and smiling blissfully as if it had brought him some reassurance.

"Of course you've already met Helga Hufflepuff." Godric stated and Helga turned from the table that she'd been working at to smile at him. "And Rowena Ravenclaw." Rowena inclined her head towards him and he knew instantly that she disliked him, her eyes were the darkest black he'd ever seen, she had olive skin and long black hair that she kept tied up carefully behind the French hood that she wore. He could tell that she was formidable and wealthy as well as powerful, and he disliked her for all that too.

"And you are?" Salazar turned to the large man, he was actually only a few inches taller than himself but he was wider, more muscular and more impressive than Salazar was. Though Salazar could not be intimidated by any of them. To him they seemed like the oddest group of people to have come together and if this was what the rest of the wizarding world looked like he felt incredibly disappointed.

"I'm Godric Gryffindor. And these are the first aurors of the ministry of magic."

"Aurors?"

"Magical law-enforcement." Rowena spoke carefully and softly, it seemed she only spoke when she had something significant to contribute.

"For the ministry of magic?" Salazar finished doubtfully. He felt incredibly untrustworthy, but instead of commenting too much he turned his eyes back to Godric. He suddenly felt compelled to know everything he could about this strange selection of people. At the very least he was no longer alone.

Helga sat outside, she was picking out the dead leaves from her plants since it was best to do this in the moonlight. She enjoyed the feeling of dirt under her nails, she believed it was thanks to Godric that she didn't mind getting dirt on her robes, or why she had such an affinity for animals and other creatures. Her time by herself in the darkness and silence of the night had made her more perceptive to her surroundings. Which is why she could hear footsteps coming down the halls of Godric's castle, the one he had been gifted by the minister of magic when he had accepted to lead the Aurors Office and train their new recruits.

"Where are you going?" She let her voice carry softly over the slight breeze until it hit the person that was coming down the steps, he looked around him and Helga turned her head around to smile at him. She saw that he had a satchel pulled around his shoulder, and he was undoubtedly heading towards the stables. Perhaps he would steal a horse, he certainly didn't know how to use a broom. "From what I know about you, I'm surprised you've managed to stay this long."

"You know nothing about me."

"I know you were persecuted. You're not the only one you know."

"Stay away from me. All of you, I don't need your help." Helga turned around and looked at him carefully.

"You needed our help two nights ago, those curses you were performing, they were dangerous, if you don't use them correctly you could kill yourself, destroy yourself. You would deteriorate so quickly you wouldn't recognize yourself, become something else." She spoke heavily, she and Rowena had been taught under one of the most intelligent healers of all times, but Gunhilda of Gorsemoor had been severely deformed and only Rowena and Helga knew for certain what had caused it. She waited long enough to see him contemplate this, she knew he had no knowledge of the physical effects the dark arts had on a person. He smirked and tilted his head to the side, shrugging slightly. She could tell that he'd been used to surviving on his own, he'd taught himself, raised himself, he couldn't stand the thought of being dependant on anyone. "You know you are a good wizard Salazar, resourceful and inventive. But if you stayed, you could become- well- better." she smiled once more and turned to go back inside, her plants had enough care for one night.

"I won't stop you from leaving." She stopped right next to him and leaned over slightly so she didn't have to speak up. "I could. But I won't." She left him staring after her, she could tell that he was slightly amused by her but also incredibly doubtful and he didn't trust any of them. Not yet.

Godric was sitting across from the muggle who had discovered them. Elfrida Clagg, Chief of the Wizards' council was also present, it so happened that the man who had discovered them was a muggle from one of the oldest noble families in all of England.

"We were hoping that you could inform us regularly on how the ruling of your office goes miss Clagg. I understand that-"

"Let me stop you right there my lord. Although we thank you for the liberties you have provided us, we must remind you as to the agreement upon which you signed." The man looked offended and flustered to being put on his place. "It states that on the condition of us creating a government with true laws in place and the ability to enforce those laws, and to notify the muggle government thereof, you should agree to keep our secrets in place."

"Muggle?" The lord looked a little flustered and Elfrida had the nerve to roll her eyes. Godric stepped in and smiled politely, in the muggle world, they were equals, Godric had been born to a wealthy family in both Muggle and magic standards.

"Pardon us, non-magic humans." Godric offered the man a glass of wine. "As we were saying, we have created a government, in fact we have had one in place for some time now. And thanks to your excellent advice, we now have a superb law-enforcement in place to strengthen the new laws that have been passed." The man looked about to speak again but Godric interrupted him. "As you discussed earlier with my Lady Clagg, there is now a law that clearly states, that it is illegal for any witch or wizard to use magic against a muggle, or in their presence. Furthermore, all magical activities must be held in the magical world, out of sight from muggles."

They went on like this for awhile until the lord looked flustered.

"Yes well, that's all very good. But we were hoping to get your help in our own law-enforcement. We could use such- ah- talent in the military, of course you would have to be monitored, somehow."

"What if we don't want to be monitored?" Salazar walked past the door and stared into the room, he directed his gaze onto the muggle, staring at him intently with his grey eyes. "Why should muggles be permitted to interfere in magical business. If we are to be monitored, it will be by our own kind, not by you- people." The man's disdain for muggles seeped off him, but Godric understood his contempt. The danger of them being exposed to muggles, any muggles, made them vulnerable. Godric wasn't so worried for the grown witches and wizards who could probably defend themselves, or take precautions against being known as a witch but of those who couldn't. There were countless, orphaned children of wizards and witches. And there were those who weren't born to magical families, who by some magical quirk were born with magical abilities they wouldn't come to understand until someone sought them out or noticed their talent. Those could not defend themselves, Salazar had been one of those children and Godric was certain that was where he got his clear hatred towards muggles.

"First of all 'boy' this was my doing to begin with. Second of all this is Lady Clagg's decision, and she's fine with the humans being involved. Isn't that right?" Salazar looked at Elfrida Clagg intently, not at all in the same way as he had looked at the muggle, he looked at her with a certain expectation in his eyes, curiosity mixed with hope and a clear ideal of what she should say. He was waiting patiently for her answer though, she stared back at him, equally intent, Godric couldn't quite tell what she was thinking but she turned to look at the Muggle and smiled.

"Actually it's a question that should be put before the Wizards' council. But how about I spare us all some time and tell you now that these young men are quite right. You take care of yours, we'll take care of our own. You may expect to be notified if there are any urgent matters in which case the wizarding world might have an effect on yours. But otherwise don't expect to hear from us at all."

"Bloody witches all of yeh! What if I say no, eh?" He stood up now and bellowed to Elfrida Clagg, she looked as if she might be tipped over by the sheer force of the sound coming from his throat. Godric moved to stand between them. "We'll hunt you all down you know!"

"Good luck finding us." Godric grabbed the man by the shoulders and apparated him in front of the royal palace walls, he was too fast to be seen by muggles since he disappeared as quickly as he'd been there, but the muggles present took note of one of their most noble men appearing out of nothing onto the palace steps. The best part was that Godric knew that not a soul would believe the man when he told them what had happened, if he understood it at all. But honestly the man had been lucky to keep his memory at all. Godric reappeared in the office at his castle and was trying his very best to keep himself from laughing when Elfrida Clagg glared at him.

"Oh come now Elfie, he deserved that!"

"Perhaps he did, but you know you break more laws than you enforce!"

"You still love me." Godric smiled at her broadly, standing up and giving her a peck on the cheek, it sent the older woman blushing as she pushed him away and gave him a smack on the shoulder. Godric couldn't help but smile as she left stood in his office mumbling away about how impossible he was and that they should have never given him the position as Head Auror.

"One more thing Godric, I meant to give you this. We have a difficult situation on our hands, something I neglected to mention to the good muggle. We do have a new enemy, one of our own, a witch, is hoping to eliminate the muggles. What worries me, is that she's proving to be quite successful, and she's gaining supporters every day."

"Where?"

"The south of England, there are more and more muggles being attacked, they are found dead in their homes, entire towns burned down. It hasn't been classified as a witch attack yet, but it won't take long for the muggles to catch on and become afraid. Godric this needs to be dealt with and soon."

"We'll deal with it." Godric nodded and took the scrolls from her with the maps and the letters of information on it. Salazar stepped into his office just as Elfrida left and he smiled kindly at her.

"You work for the muggles?"

"No we work for the Wizards' Council."

"A division of the King's privy council."

"They have no authority over us." Godric reassured him and placed the documents on his desk he saw Salazar scoff and shake his head.

"But they do. The man was right, what will you do when they hunt for us? All of us? You can't protect everyone with your little team of witches."

"Our goal is to maintain our secrecy, we're no fools. But Salazar, we don't need to fight the muggles, peaceful cohabitation has been possible for a long time."

"In secrecy, separate worlds. Why do we hide? We're more powerful, more intelligent, more resourceful than the muggles. Why should we live in a secret submission to them when we are clearly superior to them?" Godric frowned and looked at his new friend, he was worried at the words coming from him, he could see his anger and his confusion at this organization. He understood that after years of oppression the man had hoped to find some kind of solace in this place. But the Wizards' Council's main goal had always been to maintain secrecy and protect the witches and wizards from being exposed.

"We can help people Salazar, we don't have to eliminate anyone. Our superiority should make us responsible for the well-being of those weaker than us. Just because we are more evolved does not mean they must see their end."

"You idealize the muggles."

"And you underestimate them my friend." Godric smiled and led the man out of the room. "Now, we should prepare for this new enemy, if we're going to have you join us, it's important you learn as much as you can. And quickly."

Author's note: So this is the end of chapter two :D I hope you enjoyed, I know it took me a long time to write this but I do apologize, the weather has been too nice, and when I get the chance to write I end up doing it for my other unfinished fanfic, 'A Queen's Love'

I hope you liked this, I'm having a difficult time working out the kinks in the plot-line... we need to have them united at first obviously because they were all friends at some point but Salazar eventually creates a rift. Hatred for muggles doesn't just happen overnight so I really wanted to emphasize that although they find a way to guide Salazar, they can never really get him off the idea that muggles are bad...

Coming up next is training,... perhaps some quiditch and hopefully some action :D... Every single character in this story, originally belongs to J.K. Rowling, it turns out that there are soooooo many historical characters that she created, and were never really adressed in detail in the books or movies... but omgosh does it provide me with good material! I'm particularly fond of Uric... just wait until you hear what it was that they did, and who they became important historical figures in the history of magic.

please review... I'm curious to see what you guys think of this so far

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