Prologue
Helga Hufflepuff let out a brief sigh. They were at it again, bickering over the smallest of things. Godric Gryffindor and Salazar Slytherin had very little chance of agreeing on anything. Helga cast a forlorn look to her most faithful friend, Rowena Ravenclaw, who had a similar expression etched on her fair features.
"Why can't we set up an additional program to allow first generation magicals to integrate easier into our world?" Godric spat out angrily at Salazar.
"You know the Ministry would never go for that, Godric," Salazar huffed. "I agree with you on principle that all magical life, including muggleborns, should have a fairer chance of succeeding in the magical community, but there are laws that state that we cannot tell them or their parents of their magic until they are eleven." Godric rolled his eyes. "Yes, I agree that it is ludicrous as to why we cannot tell them earlier, but we cannot go against the Ministry about this. We have already defied them enough on other things, and I know there are many in the Ministry, including the Minister of Magic, who only want to know about muggleborns to merely exterminate them."
"Well, we will just need to change the laws then!" Godric yelled.
"It doesn't work that way. It would take years of campaigning and attempting to undo the prejudice that has been ingrained into the minds of witches and wizards for centuries to be able to undo those laws. I like them as little as the three of you do, but unlike you, Godric, I am not going to attempt something that would alienate all those that are helping us establish our school." Salazar stated with a sense of finality.
"Well, let's move on to something else, shall we?" Rowena breathed out. "We have other important things to consider before we can officially open in September."
"Right. We should start attempting to recruit professors to teach arithmancy and charms first as none of us are masters of those disciplines." Salazar replied.
"Yes! I agree it would be great to start…" Helga had trailed off. Her body seized up, and her eyes glazed over. Godric gasped and rushed to her side, curious to what might be wrong.
"Oh Merlin," Rowena cried out. "She's seeing something. Helga, what do you see?"
"The one born under the virgin,
Connected to the four
By blood and spirit
Will be the light at the end of the war.
Which will instill peace of thousands of years
She will hold what the four held most dear,
Being the true heir of the kingdom.
Her destiny does not stop here.
Without her, the chosen one will fail
But without the one born of the land
Covered in snow with skin like fire,
She will be sacrificed.
The one born under the virgin…" Helga whispered in a low, guttural voice. The other three glanced at one another, trying to decipher what she meant.
"What in the world does that mean?" Godric questioned. By that time, Rowena was already moving to find parchment as well as a quill. Once she found what she needed, she jotted down what Helga had said.
"One born under the virgin… That's fairly obvious." Rowena muttered. She continued to mutter out her conclusions for each piece of the prophecy. "We will have an heir that will inherit our abilities? If that's true, then we need to find some way to be able to communicate with her, as it seems that it might be some time before she is born."
"Yes, another thing to worry about," Salazar snapped. Rowena casted him a sharp look to which he bowed his head to in embarrassment.
"How about a painting which will be in an obscure location?" Godric suggested.
"Well, she may not find it if it is too obscure, no?" Salazar questioned.
"If she is the true heir, Hogwarts will direct her," Helga spoke. She had come out of her trance.
"She's right. Hogwarts will know who she is if she is of my blood," Rowena clarified. Hogwarts was Rowena's ancestral home and would only communicate with blood heirs. Rowena was trying to find a way to alter it for future headmasters, but that could wait as they would still be there for a few years. "Let's make plans to be painted. I know of just the place so that my blood heir can find us."
Unbeknownst to the four founders, Helga's prophecy appeared in the Department of Mysteries upon her coming out of her trance. The prophecy was in the farthest corner on the highest shelf, and it would go unnoticed for centuries.
Author note: Hello dear reader! I have read fanfiction for a while now but have never taken it upon myself to actually write. This is my first story ever! Therefore, I am more than open to critiques and suggestions, and a lot about updating my fic is all new to me, so just leave me a comment as that would be so helpful! Thank you so much for reading!