Author's comment: HI!!! Sorry for the lack of updates. The Internet and school keep bugging me so I had less time to write any new chapters.T_T Hopefully this December, I might have more time to actually update this story. Also, thank you to the people who 'watched' this story in their Alert list.*gives candies and flowers* Bwahahahaha!! Long-VERY LONG- chapter!XDDD

This story is inspired by the Korean television series "Three Dads and One Mom"(or whatever the title is.)

Staring: Kim Yoo Jin as Song Na Young (Lizette) Jo Hyun Jae as Han Soo Hyun (Jake) Jae Hee as Choi Kwang Hee (Jayden) Shin Sung Rok as Na Hwang Kyung Tae (Ariel)

Warnings: Just some gender bender, mild language, one-shot slash and OOC-ness. Not to mention each character going bonkers once in awhile.:D

Disclaimer: I don't own the Four Founders. But I do own Mr. Hufflepuff, the medi-wizard(I have to name him something. Any suggestions?) and the family in this chappie.^_^ READ ON!!

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Chapter 2: Conversations in the forest

The sun was shining early in the morning deep within the woods. Sounds coming from different types of sources could be heard and many flowers were open, blooming and growing with the sunlight. Animals of various sizes were awaking from their slumber from the night. And short after, birds were singing their songs and the animals set to their daily routine. All was peaceful.

Near the edge of the forest, a small village could be seen. Different cottages were around the land and a market was in the village square. Shops and vendors of many sorts were aligned and people were walking around, trying to find what they wish to buy. A farmer could be seen hurtling his livestock to be sold in the market and a land lord testing the products of a perfume shop. (Probably finding a gift for a lady) Children were playing as their parents were on errands or doing their jobs. As early as it rose, the town was rather active.

Just at the rural part of the village, a young man, not any older than 21, was sitting on a low tree branch as he watched the towns people move about. He had slightly long-auburn hair and bright golden eyes. He wore a look of tranquility and had a warm feeling in his eyes. His clothes, of brownish cloth, black-leather boots and a dark-grey pointed hat, (Not to mention a hollow-wooden wand in his pocket) suggested his status as a wizard, but the people never gave much notice to this for he had lived in the village since birth and they considered him 'safe'. Alighted at his side was an unsheathed silver sword, bearing his name. And on one hand, he carried a wooden flute, engraved with Celtic designs. And as he watched the birds hum away their songs, he lifted the instrument to his mouth and began to play a melody alongside them.

The haven of music was slightly disturbed by far away laughter coming from an unknown source. But before the laughter became any louder, the youth hid behind the tree's higher branches and laid quiet, hoping to see who made that sound of glee. What he saw was a family of three: a father with a knowing look on his face, a mother with a cheerful expression and a child who was simply happy with the company of his parents. (Both of whom were holding the boy's hands) The child decided to run about, but before he could start at least a meter, his father carried him by the waist and held him higher before giving the boy a warm hug. The mother decided to join in and the child, feeling the love his parents had for him, tried to hug them back.

As he watched the scene before him, the young wizard couldn't help but smile yet feel envious for the three. He started to have thoughts in his head that might explain why. Long had it been that his family and friends (mainly his father, who wanted a grandchild before he could die) had tried many times to find him a spouse, but all were failure for the boy had no taste whatsoever for most women. And during back then, he longed for a single life of adventure and excitement, but slowly that desire turned into a want for settlement and a family of his own. But seeming of this urge, he was not regretful and simply pushed the matter at the back of his mind. He knew that most women, whether charming or beautiful, could ever satisfy his liking.

The red-head went back to watching the three people again and simply adore their happiness. This time, the father tackled his child to the ground and began to tickle the boy. The child tried to fight it, but couldn't control himself and started laughing from all the tickling. The mother once again joined in and the laughter was so immense that everyone seemed to join the merriment. The young man in the tree wanted to have a better view and skimmed a bit on the branch to get closer. But as he did, the branch became weak and broke little by little by the boy's weight.

"Oh my god…you idiot!" he whispered frustrated with himself as the branch began to break.

And with a loud crack, the branch gave way and the youth fell from the tree and to the ground, screaming before falling on his face and rather upside down. "Owwww!!!! Oh dammit! You never were very stealthy, were you, you douche?" he yelled to himself before trying to sit in a proper position, all the while trying to rub the dirt and pain off his face.

That's the last time I'll every spy on anyone while in a tree again. He thought to himself before looking in front of him. The family he was watching was now looking at him in an alert and eerie manner. He never really liked too much attention. His face started to redden with embarrassment before the father of the family gave a knowing smirk before speaking up.

"Glad to see you too, Gryffindor. Almost forgot how much of a 'morning bird' you are." The man chuckled as Gryffindor smiled sheepishly at the man. His blush only deepened when the woman spoke up as well. She gave a slight giggle before saying, "Godric, I don't think falling off a tree and cursing yourself is considered a hobby for most of your age. Is it, Derrick?" She and her husband both helped Godric to his feet.

"Doesn't that hurt, dearie?" she said sympathetically.

"He he, well maybe a bit." Godric cut himself off as he looked at woman's worried face." But I'm okay right now! Now worries, Isabella." He tried to convince the woman but to no avail.

"Don't 'no worries' me, young man. You fell off a high tree branch and in no way whatsoever can I believe you weren't hurt!" Isabella scolded the poor boy before she started checking him for any bruises from the fall.

Derrick chuckled once more before adding, "Isabella, try to give the boy some space for him to bre-"

"GODRIC!" The child, who throughout Godric's fall lay quite until he couldn't control himself, ran to the young man excitedly and hugged him by the waist. "Godric Godric! Can you show me some of your magic? Huh, Godric? Huh?" The boy asked eagerly while jumping up and down, waiting for the wizard to reply. His mother tried to pry his son of Godric and explained, "Jeremy, Godric just fell off a branch and is now hurt. I don't think he's in the mood to-"

"No need, Isabella. I think I have a few tricks up my sleeves for the boy." He winked at Jeremy and took out his wand. The boy watched as Godric picked up an unknown seed from the ground and gave it to Jeremy. With a wave and a tap of his wand, the seed soon started to change and not for long, it turned into a bright red apple. Jeremy was quite amazed by the spell Godric did and looked him in the eye. "That was awesome!" he explained happily. "Can I eat it?"

"Sure. Why not?" Godric answered before watching the boy give a crunchy bite on the red fruit. He chuckled fondly at the boy and patted him on the head. "Promise me you'll eat lots of healthy fruits so you can be big and strong like your father here, okay little woodchuck?" He smiled when the boy nodded his reply and the father looking proud of the compliment the golden-eyed youth gave him.

Now I'm REALLY jealous of not having my own family. Godric thought this as he prepared himself before telling the family that he was off. "Oh, won't you join us for supper later, Godric? Please?" Jeremy asked hopefully and gave Gryffindor the old "puppy-dog-eyes" routine.

The wizard merely giggled and replied, "No can do, Jerm. The Auror's Department is waiting for me and I get very busy when it does." Godric tried to leave but Jeremy kept hold of him by the waist. "Well, can I come with you then?" the boy asked.

"Jeremy! I think Godric has not the time or the energy after he comes home. So I don't think he'll be joining us very much." Isabella tried to convince his son while trying to pull him from the wizard. When she finally did so, Godric brushed off some invisible dust of his clothes, waved good-bye to the family and was on his way.

The path from the forest to the Wizard Council wasn't very straightforward. The branches and roots of the trees, the unleveled soil and rocks on the road made Godric's journey more complicated. Unfortunately, the young man forgot his broom (and to this, he cursed himself even more) and even if he did, he wouldn't want to scare any muggle he might see along the way. And here he was, walking irksomely in the forest with no easy was of getting out.

"You fool, why do you have to be so forgetful?" He practically screamed the last part as he went deeper into the forest. But before he was halfway to the Council, he saw another man (only slightly older than him) in the forest. With his black hair, brown eyes and yellow tunic, Godric immediately recognized the man. He quickly ran to the man and hugged him warmly.

"Paul! You old badger, where did you come from?" Godric asked eagerly ask the other man hugged him back. "Hey! Who are you calling old?" the man named Paul said before collecting himself for an answer. "Well, where else would you be once you get hitched?" he winked at Godric and the other wizard didn't need him to repeat what he said before he understood the phrase. "Well well! So, you've been busy, haven't you? How many do you have?" He asked intentionally to the raven haired man. Paul was quite shock by the question. He shifted his feet a bit before answering, "Well, yes I have been busy. And um…No, I'm afraid I don't have any." He blushed as Godric gave him an astonished look.

Godric looked at the older wizard unbelievably and questioned him once more. "None? Why none? I thought you and Helga have been married for two years now! I could have sworn you'd have children by now." He explained all the while dumbfounded by the fact that Paul still had no children.

"Yes, well." Paul coughed a few times before continuing. "That's kind of why I went to look for you before going to the Council." Godric gave a confused and questionable look. "Look for me? Why for?" He pointed to himself while saying this and wanted an answer from Paul even more.

"Um, maybe I should explain while walking, shall we?" Paul guided his red-headed friend out of the forest and began their conversation while going to work.

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Haha, Gryffindor's pretty random in this chapter, huh?

Next Chapter: Yeah, the guy with the blue obsession thing.(Note: Rowena's name will be changed to Rowan in this story, okay?)

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