"Yes Hufflepuff, you'll damage the floor." -Salazar Slytherin
House Pride The Snake and Badger
The trio felt a huge relief as they entered Hogwarts. It was like being home again; only it seemed to be a little younger, more recently built. But something was missing, there was no children walking around with their friends discussing matters or hurrying on their way to class. It was so quiet, so lonely.
"So, what do you think?" Gryffindor enquired, raising a bushy eyebrow.
"It looks like nor-" Ron started before Hermione stood on his foot.
"It's fantastic!" Hermione yelped out, attempting to cover Ron's words. They couldn't let the others know that they where from the future, it could change the course of history; speciality in such a huge way with the founders of Hogwarts involved.
"I'm glad you think so," Ravenclaw said, frowning slightly; she knew something was wrong. These children didn't seem right, they had an odd feel to them; it was like they didn't belong here. She turned to Gryffindor; able to tell that he thought the same thing. He was quite easy to read, as his personality was reasonably straightforward.
"Well I must take my leave, I'm sorry that I couldn't show you Hogwarts but I am very busy," with one final nod and a swift look at Hermione, she departed.
Hermione watched the beautiful lady walk away. She had always admired her for her knowledge, just like she admired Gryffindor for his bravery. The young witch wondered where she was going though; Ravenclaw seemed too quick to depart. Hermione's cogs started ticking, thinking of an explanation for this. Did she know already? No, it wasn't possible…was it?
"Ah yes!" Gryffindor said broadly. "You must meet our other friends!" Without another word, he pulled out his wand and flicked it. Two silvery spells escape from his wand and headed off in different directions. They took the form of a large mammal, a lion. Harry remembered Dumbledore do something similar last year when he and Krum had found Mr Crouch on Hogwarts grounds.
Soon enough a short, plump lady came down the stairs. Her eyes were a stunning blue and were full of kindness. Her light brown hair was pulled up in a simple bun. The lady smiled as she strode towards them. Unfortunately, she fell over and landed on the floor. Suddenly, a menacing laugh echoed around them and a tall man stood at the top of the granite stairs that lead down to the entry hall. He was an evil looking creature, wearing a dark green robe with an equally dark purple cloak to match. The man sneered at the people below him, and threw a dirty look at Hermione. He came down the stairs with a grin on his face, pointing his sharp-looking nose towards the ceiling.
Finally, he stopped where the plump lady had fallen, only to grin more widely and move on without helping her. She smiled slightly, obviously used to it.
"My dear Helga, allow me to help you up," Gryffindor said, pulling her to her feet.
"I need to stop doing that," she remarked in a jolly voice.
"Yes, Hufflepuff, you'll damage the floor," The man in green added nastily. Harry threw him a dirty look; he didn't like this man at all; even down to his silly beard. Gryffindor sighed at them, deciding that it was best left alone.
"These are my friends," Gryffindor said formally. "Helga Hufflepuff and Salazar Slytherin," he said the last in a slightly bitter voice as Hufflepuff curtsied, nearly falling over, and Slytherin nodded his head to Ron and Harry, ignoring Hermione completely.
Hungry… for so long… must feed… let me kill…
Harry shivered as he heard these sick words echo in his ears. He suddenly felt very sick; the Basilisk was in Hogwarts! Salazar Slytherin has already placed the key ingredient that caused so much trouble in many people's lives. Nobody in this time except Slytherin knew where it was!
We can stop it from ever happening…we can stop Voldemort from ever being born! Harry thought. No, I can't, we don't know what else it could change, am I willing to take that risk?
"Have you found new students for us to teach Godric?" asked Hufflepuff cheerfully.
"Yes!" Hermione stepped in, "we'd love to be tutored by you!"
"Well, then it's settled," Slytherin sneered.
"Yes, now we shall decide whom you will be taught by!" Gryffindor cried happily.
"How?" enquired Ron; he was finally talking again. Gryffindor grinned.
"The sorting hat of course! He shall decide what is in your heads, and your heart!" he boomed. "Follow me."
They all followed him up the staircase, where they were destined to be sorted… again.
I'm so sorry for the huge wait! Thank you all for your kind reviews! I really appreciate it! I hoped you enjoyed the chapter; it gives a little look at the relationship between the founders.
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