Author's note: hey, so ... I will be writing one chapter of this story and two of my other one on Fanfiction as that is longer than this one will be (I think), if you are reading then – thank you, sorry for any grammar/spelling mistakes (will try to avoid them) and please enjoy.

Warning – I should probably warn all readers that this chapter has some ... horrible and perhaps sickening ideas in it, I realised as I was writing that it may not be suitable for younger readers, though I do not go into any gory details; you should still be warned.

Anyway, I do not own Harry Potter or anything to do with it. Well I do own all the characters that you don't recognise, but they belong to the Harry Potter world so they don't really count.

This is a story of the Four Founders – a tale which talks of their decisions and the reasons behind them. This is the story of Salazar Slytherin, Rowena Ravenclaw, Helga Hufflepuff and Godric Gryffindor.

Chapter Six – Godric's Tale.

"That was my mother – Elizabeth, she died when I was eight years old" Godric turned to look back at Aurora "I'm sorry" she smiled sadly "it is ok – I believe that she is out there watching over me, and I always feel lucky to have known her" Godric nodded, his face unusually serious "you're very smart – most people don't realise how lucky they are to have parents" Aurora gazed at him "what do you mean?" he shrugged "My parents died when I was barely two years old."

"I was born in a small village right by the sea, it was apparently a village of warriors - about ten years before I was born one of the 'warriors' named John Asesino was banished from the vicinity; apparently because he murdered his wife and new-born son – the reason being that his son had an extra finger and thus was considered an abnormal freak in his father's eyes.

According to everything I have discovered my village was one where people were supposed to be of use to the village as a whole – but it was common belief that anyone no matter what they looked like, could be of use, and Asesino's act was one that shocked all the other members (understandably) and he was to be sentence to death, but he escaped – I don't know how but afterwards he seemed to just disappear from the face of the earth, though many warriors searched for him they could not find him and eventually everyone just put him to the back of their minds, and moved on with their lives.

Only Asesino didn't, he wanted revenge on those who were ... less perfect than himself and those who had 'turned' against him. He spent twelve years in hiding, training, gathering an army ... of people swayed by his words and ideas. And when he felt the time was right, after twelve years and he thought that his army was strong enough, strongest in the entire world ... he attacked the village.

It was a furious terrible battle ... no-one that was in the village when they attacked, no-one survived, but neither did any of Asesino's men; somehow a fire was started and whether because of the fighting between two super strong armies or the blaze ... everyone died; all the villagers, Asesino, Asesino's men and ... even the animals ... all of them dead ... before the sun had even risen."

"But you escaped"

"My dad's sister Emileena had been taking care of me for the day and we had gone out into a forest to – collect mushrooms for dinner I think, when ... we saw smoke rising from the village ... and she, she took me away, far, far away from the village – well to a two year olds mind at least, and we came to a farmhouse, and the family that lived there took us in and helped us ... for three years we stayed there – my aunt helping out around the place and she always told me stories about my family – though I remember being quite mad at her for never allowing me to go and find them, I didn't understand what 'dead' meant.

Until when I was five and the plague struck the farmhouse - there were ten people living in that home; including myself and my aunt, the farmer (I think his name might have been Richard), his wife Lucy, their four children (all older than me but fun to play with) and two members of the hired help who stayed with them, an oldish lady and her nephew who so had a thing going on with Miranda the eldest daughter.

I was the only one to survive the plague, they did try to go find help ... but help was too far away and – soon one by one all of them caught it and nothing I did or tried caused any difference. I was five years old! What did I know of looking after sick people, or even what to do with dead bodies! For a week I wondered around the empty farmhouse by myself with nine dead corpses lying in the top half of the house ... and then, I don't know who but some people came when I was out trying to milk the cow, and they must have realised that the plague had been there ... so they, they set fire to the house.

For some reason of ... purifying the place or something like that, those people didn't see me and I didn't see them until it was too late and I was on the wrong side of the fence to actually get to them anyway. So I then stumbled across the country side, I don't know how long for, or if I was searching for anything ... I just kept going – finding food where I could and sleeping where ever I dropped. I think I may have had some childish vague idea that I was looking for the king so that I could learn to be a knight, because that was what I always wanted to be – ever since a knight had been given a room at the farmhouse for the night when he was travelling on a quest ... he was the most amazing and generous person I had ever seen.

I didn't find the king, but someone who had once been a part of the king's court did find me – I was sleeping in a ditch and a wheel of his carriage must have been slightly broken so they stopped, right besides where I was sleeping. This guy (his name always has been one that I can never pronounce) ... well he decided to help me out, he took me to his house and had me feed and clothed and in a real bed, and when he saw that the horses seemed to like and respond well to me – he put me to woke in the stables, until a lord came and bought me.

And thus, for the next five years, was my life. I never stayed in one place for very long – my longest was two years, my shortest was a day. Sometimes it was people would 'buy' me or I would be gifted to someone higher up, or was considered part of a will, but usually it was because I got into a lot of trouble and the head of the house-hold servants couldn't stand me – it wasn't my fault, trouble just finds me!

Well okay maybe ... heaps of the time it was because maybe I might have ... possibly pulled a few ... some ... lots of pranks on the head servants or the people I worked for – but they were all harmless and nobody ever got hurt from them! And not all trouble was my fault there are definitely five times when it wasn't my fault in anyway ... and two of those times it wasn't because of accidental and unknown (to me) magic, so it could not have been my fault at all ... I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time – truly!

You know you have a really beautiful laugh"

"Oh ... thank you ... umm. So what happened when you were ten?"

"I met those guys, I was working for Sal's Dad and he was hosting some big ball thing in which those three all attended and by some luck they all went out into the grounds around the same time and then got captured by bandits – actually the same that were harassing you. I may have tried to do the same thing that I did today"

"Jump into the fray without thinking?"

"Hey it worked didn't it? Anyway I apparently used some powerful magic to push them away leaving me with Sal, Ro and Helga and ... they in turn saved me, tricked Lord Slytherin into handing me over to them and I got to be apprenticed to Sir Alexander de Ardent-Coeur, and he trained me to be a knight and they taught me how to control and use my magic – and now we're going to find a place to make a school so that other people can have the same opportunity that I had to control their magic"

Aurora smiled at Godric, his story was quite heart-wrenching and as he had talked his blue eyes had been fixated on her mother's painting, but the pain and loss on his face showed he was remembering a time long gone by – but he somehow managed to be ... the person he was (Aurora deliberately avoided thinking about what kind of man he was) and his goal well ... "That's amazing" she tried hard to ignore how her heartbeat seemed to decide it was in a race at the exact same time as he smiled at her, and listened to his words.

"You know it's thanks to Sir Alex that I know anything about my family, when I was twelve we went to where the village was – it's now an old ruin, half covered by sand and sea, but there is a cemetery with everyone from the village – apparently Sir Alex and a group of his men had come across the smouldering village of practically ashes the morning after – it - had happened. They buried everyone, because of respect and sadness for all the life lost.

All except for the body of Asesino – he had apparently run into the army and caused a lot of trouble in the previous ten years, and he was one of the people not fully burned, apparently he still had half his face. They knew he was most likely the one behind the village massacre due to the fact that he had a mark on his arm – which stated he had been supposed to be sentence to death in that village, and one of the guards had seen it before the day ... they found them dead. Someone examined him – and it turns out he had a disease in his brain, I don't know what but it's the reason he believed that others were evil ..."

"Hold on – are you defending him?" Aurora stared at him, did he realise he was talking about the man who had killed his parents, his village, his family - "No, I'm not excusing what he did – it was monstrous yes, but he can't be blamed for having a ... perception problem" A perception problem! She shook her head incredulously and also slightly impressed by the young knight in front of her "Lord Slytherin was right – you really don't believe that there is any evil in the world"

"I'm a knight; it is my duty to destroy all that is evil, but would doing so make me any better than Asesino – I mean he caused problems because he believed that deformity was ... not good, one person's view on what is evil does not necessary make it evil in reality, I don't want to be like him and believe that I'm better than everyone else or that others are evil and should be destroyed. Everything and everyone has to have some goodness in it – because otherwise I have to kill it or them ... and that would make me evil, and I don't want to be what I would have to destroy, I don't want to be a murderer." "You are so innocent, so incredible."

Sal quickly stepped back from the doorway where he and the others had been listening in (having been going to enter the room with Godric and Aurora about halfway through his story when Helga had stopped them so that the two of them could have some 'private time') "Quick Thatcher – get your maps and lets study them before the room turns into a mushy-feast-of-lovey-dovey ... stuff" Helga pouted at Sal but Ro nodded in agreement, she really didn't want to witness a fluffy romantic scene between the two lovebirds any more than Sal did - though she was far less likely to be tempted to throw up because of the sweetness of it all.

AN – yeah I think I'll stop this one here for now, hope you liked my version of Godric past ... thank you for reading and sorry for any mistakes ... A huge thanks if you like this story and if you have reviewed then I'm sorry I can't respond but my computer won' let me unless I go a very long way and I don't have the patience to do but I do want you to know that I am grateful J

Finished 5-2-2012