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Chapter Four
"Salazar go talk to him!" Helga urged.
Rowena and Helga had been trying to convince Salazar to talk to Godric for a while now. But why should he?
"I don't want to," Salazar replied harshly. "If it was me out there, I'd just want to be left alone."
"But it's not you," Rowena argued, "and you've been quite cold to Godric ever since he arrived."
"So?" Salazar questioned. Rowena rolled her eyes.
"What Rowena is trying to say, is that Godric might be more willing to listen to you." Helga explained.
"I still don't get it." Salazar admitted.
"Just try talking to him." Rowena insisted.
"I already told you, I don't want to!" Salazar yelled and slammed his fist on to the table.
"Now Salazar there's no reason to act so childish," Helga snapped.
"Childish! I'm not acting childish!" Salazar shrieked.
"Oh yes you are!" Helga screeched back.
"If I was acting childish I would be teasing your frizzy, ginger hair, or commenting on your weight and how you shouldn't eat so much, or –
"Salazar Slytherin, that's enough!" Rowena interrupted motioning to Helga. She has playing with her hair and gazing down. Salazar realised that he'd gone too far.
"Helga, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it." He apologised. Helga stood up quietly and left the table. Her footsteps were heavy as she trudged up the stairs.
Rowena gave Salazar a displeasing look and spoke sharply to him, "I think you should go talk to Godric now."
Salazar nodded and hurried out the door. He shut it loudly so that Helga would be able to hear and know what he was doing. He looked to his left and saw Godric slumped on the bench outside the cottage. Salazar slowly sat down next to him and sighed heavily.
"What do you want?" Godric asked in an irritated tone.
"Well, I just wanted to see how you're settling in." Salazar lied.
Godric chuckled sarcastically, "as if you would want to know how I'm settling in."
Salazar felt offended. It seemed that Godric was attacking him, he decided to defend himself.
"Firstly, you don't know me. Secondly, I am concerned about your wellbeing. Not necessarily because I care about you, but because I care about my friends and myself."
"What do I have to do with you and your friends?" Godric demanded.
"Weren't you listening to Rowena before? Honestly, it's as if you think we're mentally deranged!"
"I do!"
Salazar laughed. He looked over at Godric and saw a very serious expression on his face. Godric believed that Salazar, Rowena and Helga were bonkers. Salazar didn't know what else to say. What else could he say? It was obvious that there was nothing that would change Godric's mind. 'Nothing I can say. Nothing I can say,' Salazar churned the words over and over in his mind. An idea suddenly struck him.
"Do you believe that nothing I say will change your mind?" Salazar questioned.
"Ha! If my brother comes here for me on his own will, then maybe I'll believe you." Godric laughed.
"I'll presume that the chance of your brother looking for you is very slim." Salazar hissed, "Are you sure?"
"Absolutely," Godric answered.
Salazar stood up and put the tip of his wand onto Godric's forehead. Godric stared at him strangely.
"What do you think you're doing?" Godric exclaimed.
"This might hurt a little," Salazar teased, "but I'm sure a big boy like you can handle it."
He pushed his wand into Godric's skin. Godric's eyes widened and yelled in pain. Salazar concentrated on making a connection. Suddenly he felt his mind linked with Godric's. He channelled his memories of the past few weeks into the boy's head. He made Godric witness the dream, the meeting and Rowena's trip. After showing him everything he needed to see, Salazar slowly released Godric and removed his wand. Godric fell forward and gasped for breath. Salazar rolled his eyes. Godric looked up at him.
"What the hell was that?" He asked furiously.
"The truth," Salazar replied calmly.
Godric stood and stared into the darkness. Salazar watched him with keen eyes.
"What's out there?" Godric whispered
Salazar shrugged, "who knows. Well, there is the forest."
Godric suddenly started sprinting into the night. Salazar smiled and turned to go inside. His work was done.
Rowena sat at the table with her head in her hands. All she could think about was Salazar. Stupid Salazar. Sometimes he could be the most interesting and intelligent person, and other times he was a selfish, ignorant brat. She just couldn't figure him out. Rowena stood up and wondered across the rickety wooden floor towards the fireplace. She leaned on the mantle and stared into the dancing flames. She recalled the fight back at the Gryffindor estate. Both Godric and his brother had used words to conduct their magic. Rowena had often tried this but it didn't seem to work for her. The only way she could create a powerful spell was to imagine what she wanted to happen. No one else she knew used this technique.
Her parents had hired many tutors to try and teach Rowena the 'proper' way of magic when she was a child, but none of them could get through to her. She had refused to be forced into learning something that didn't feel right. Because of this she was labelled as unintelligent. Her parents gave up on her and let Rowena do as she pleased. Rowena spent most of her days in the family library reading anything and everything. Occasionally she would venture away from home and into the nearest muggle town. She was shocked at their way of living. All the women were treated disgustingly, their diet was unhealthy, most of them were poor and worst of all witches were burnt. Rowena would sometimes sneak into muggle's homes or kings castles to observe their way of life. After about a week of observations she had concluded that her people were further ahead in development than muggles. Rowena decided to share her observations and theories with her father but she never got to. Her mother died the night after she came back. Her father blamed it on Rowena for not being around.
"I didn't even know she was sick!" Rowena had argued.
"You've only been away for a week. A deadly sickness doesn't develop that quickly. There were signs Rowena, symptoms that you should've noticed!" Her father lectured.
"Why should I have noticed? Why didn't you notice? Since when was I responsible for Mama's health?" She questioned furiously.
"Since you failed to become a witch! You surround yourself with books and knowledge, you're more educated in non-magical understanding than I am."
"I'm only a child! Parents are supposed to be comforting and loving to their children. You should be telling me that it's not my fault, that there was nothing I could've done."
"Then I would have been lying to you. I refuse to lie to my only daughter."
"But how do I know that you care about me?" Rowena said quietly as a small tear began to trickle down her face.
Her father sighed and mumbled something too quiet for her to hear.
"Papa?" Rowena whispered.
"Go to your room and pack some clothes and belongings in a trunk," he instructed.
"Why?"
"I think you need to go on a little trip."
Rowena walked quickly to her room. She packed most of her clothes, a few precious and essential belongings and some of her favourite books. She then hurried to tell her father she's finished packing, but he was nowhere to be found. Rowena looked all over her the house. She looked in the study, the kitchen, the drawing room, the library, the dining room and all 3 bedrooms. But she couldn't find him anywhere. That night Rowena cried herself to sleep and dreamt of her mother's lonely ghost haunting the empty halls of the house. The next morning Rowena slowly marched downstairs, her shoulders pulled back and her head held high. She dragged her trunk in one hand and gripped her wand tightly in the other. Her father met her at the bottom of the staircase and silently led her onto the porch. In the front garden a black carriage was waiting. There was no animal at the front ready to pull the carriage to its destination. There was, however, a strange creature sitting on the carriage roof. It had great big ears and wore what looked like a pillow case. It suddenly jumped of the roof and onto the grass. It ran to Rowena and snatched her trunk from her grasp. It then carelessly through it into the carriage and hopped back on the roof.
"Hey!" Rowena yelled in shock and frustration.
"Relax Rowena," her father soothed, "this is Frei, she's your house elf."
Rowena had heard of house elves, but she'd never seen one.
"Why do I need a house elf Papa?" Rowena questioned, confused.
"I just want someone I can trust to look after you," he answered solemnly as he lead Rowena to the carriage.
"Look after me? Where am I going?" Rowena stared wide-eyed at her father.
"To your Aunt's," he answered and opened the small door.
"What? You know she hates me!" Rowena exclaimed. Her father helped her into the carriage and shut the door. There was a long silence as Rowena stared at her father through the window. All he did was look at the ground.
"Have fun Rowena," he finally said.
"When can I come back?" Rowena asked loudly so her voice could travel through the glass, "Next week? Next month?"
Her father said nothing.
"Papa?" Rowena's voice began to crack. She knew that if she couldn't control herself, she'd start crying soon. Her father pointed his wand at the bottom of the carriage, probably the wheels and mumbled something. The carriage then jumped in the air.
"Papa?" Rowena felt a tear trickle down her face as her father looked at her with dark eyes, "Papa!"
He turned around and walked towards the house.
"Papa!" Rowena screamed. She felt a sharp pain in her chest as her vision was blurred from her watery eyes. "Papa! Come back!" Rowena banged on the window as the carriage slowly rose higher and higher. She continued to scream and call to her father until the house was out of her view. She threw herself onto the floor and banged the floor, hoping that somehow it would make the carriage go down. It didn't work. She tried to use her wand but that also failed. She then thought of the house elf on the roof. Maybe she was controlling the carriage. Rowena began to bang on the roof.
"Take me back! I must go back!" She yelled. She yelled and yelled until her voice began to leave her. She collapsed on the seat exhausted and stretched her feet out on her trunk. She looked around the carriage. There was a cushioned bench on each side. The floor was dark polished wood as was the ceiling. There were some oil marks on the wood from Rowena's banging. She began to feel stupid and childish. She folded her arms and looked out the window. The only thing she could see were clouds. Rowena closed the dark red curtains in front of the glass window. She thought about her father. What on earth was he thinking? She felt sadness, anger and guilt towards him. So much had changed in such a short time. It overwhelmed Rowena, she was so young and felt like she'd been thrown into the world alone. She was only fifteen.
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