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Merci for all two of the reviews! I know people don't like cliff hangers, but I'm just going to do that for a bit… I like annoying people Potter if you haven't noticed. *smirk*
As a warning fair of course, I might have to say that there doth implies some slash in this fine fair. Be a good little lady or lord and take note before you fail to note this warning due in the course of this plague.
Chapter Ten
"The plan worked." Helga laughed coldly.
"The Potter brat should have never picked the slimy git or Gryffindor," Memories from their last encounter made Rowena stammer over his name in shame. "to be friends with." She finished.
"Yes he did." Helga replied.
"It doesn't help that he is a male." Rowena commented with a frown.
"He might have made a good female." Helga dared to say.
Rowena's eyes flashed darkly, her hands curled into fists but she controlled her anger. "That is true." She growled.
"Maybe it is impossible to change him but Gryffindor and Slytherin will get what they deserve." Helga added, not sensing Rowena's barely controlled anger.
"Yes they well. Gryffindor has hopefully killed Potter by now unless that interfering Slytherin got in his way." Rowna growled. "But then it wouldn't matter." She added as an after thought.
"Why would that be?" Helga asked with a frown, unaware of this part of the plan.
"Because I gave him something to do if case Slytherin interfered. Or even tried to." Rowena replied, pushing Helga onto her bed.
"It can't wait to see how this works out." Helga replied. She wanted to add on something else, but Rowena's hand slipped to her breasts while her tongue cut off her abilities to speak or even to think for that matter.
Salazar stared at Godric, utterly confused. One hand was pressed around Harry's throat, while his other was shoved down Harry's trousers. His mouth was locked with Harry's, making Salazar want to puke.
"What are you doing Godric?" Salazar shouted, running over to pull Godric off Harry. Godric pulled his hand out of Harry's trousers and pulled his face away, his right hand still clapsed around Harry's throat.
"Killin' this brat." Godric slurred.
Salazar tackled Godric, getting him to let go of Harry, who collapsed to the ground like a rag doll. "Why would you want to kill Harry?" Salazar demanded, rushing over to the boy in question. Godric drew his sword from its scabbard that had been on the chair. He smirked slightly, moving forward silently. "Because I do." He said softly.
Salazar didn't hear him as he checked to make sure Harry was still alive. HE felt Harry's faint breath and sighed in relief. "You're still alive." He mumbled.
Godric lunged forward, swinging his sword over Salazar. "Godric, don't." Harry choked weakly, trying to push Salazar out of the way.
Godric stepped out of his swing and flung his sword away. "Harry, what have I done?" Godric whispered, eyes filling with tears.
"Get away from him!" Salazar snarled, picked up harry easily.
"I'm sorry!" Godric cried softly. Salazar walked out of the tower, heading straight for his chambers.
He laid Harry on the couch, his hand fluttering over the bruises on Harry's neck. He undid Harry's shirt, eyes blurring as he say more bruises on his arms and chest as well. "He won't get away with this. He will pay if I have anything to do with this. I'll kill him myself if I have to." Salazar whispered.
Harry opened his eyes slightly to watch Salazar. "Please don't kill him Sal..." He murmured.
"Don't talk Harry." Salazar commanded, pulling out his wand to heal the worst of the bruising.
"I'm fine Salazar." Harry said after about thirty minutes. He couldn't handle having Salazar hover over him any longer. He watched the still shirtless Salazar back up a bit as he started to pace.
"Gryffindor violated and almost killed you Harry! How can you say that you are fine?" He questioned, sitting back down next to Harry.
"I know I'm alright because you protected me. I thought I was done for but you saved me. Please understand that. But I have a few ideas you might like to help you get your mind off of what happened." Harry replied, trying to come up with one that both the male founders would like.
"What would be your ideas?" Salazar asked, raising an eyebrow as he became interested.
Harry leaned towards him, whispered his ideas in Salazar's ear as they sat on the couch, holding hands.
Rowena paced in her chambers, fuming at her failed plan. "It was a full proof plan! Nothing should have gone wrong! Gryffindor should have killed them both before the potion even started to wear off!" She snarled, picking up a very priceless glass item and chucking it against a wall.
Helga was wisely keeping her mouth shut. She had only seen Rowena like this a few times and each time, a student, or even a teacher, had disappeared and turned up later as burned beyond telling who they were. (My computer won't let me guess at the spelling of the word I can't remember… It be annoying.)
"How did my plans fail Helga?" Rowena questioned, turning her ice cold blue eyes on Helga, seeing her as if she was a cat seeing a particularly juice mouse just within her reach.
"I do not know Rowena." She replied softly.
"The only thing they have in common is love. Love should not be strong enough –" Rowena cut her own self off with a shriek of pure hatred.
Helga watched her, a fear embedding itself in her mind. By the time Rowena finished, Helga Hufflepuff no longer controlled her own mind. "Go forth and do my bidding." Rowena whispered, glee in her voice as she watched her leave the room.
A/N: For those that wish to knowth what the Potter boy has planned, continue seeking your heart. You may discover the truth in yourself. Havth a good morrow my ladies and lords of highest regard that continue reading through my humblest fan fiction of these modern times. May the past always help you seek the future of these dark days of the morrow!