Chapoter 2: Chapter 2: Meeting The Founders

Hello! How are you dear readers? I'm glad to find that some people like what I published!

Now I would like to warn you of some changes that I made on some of the events on the canon.

The Basilisk's corpse remained preserved in the Chambers Of Secrets after Harry killed it! It's just to help dear Hermione in later chapters.

I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER IT BELONGS TO JK ROWLING!

I really need a Beta though!

Edit 02/04/2020:

To answer you Mr. Meowington the purpose of tying her to the founders' bloodline is for her to get access to the founders' vaults, properties, and to get hold of the Wizengamot seats as well as to gain full control of Hogwarts which means abolishing the board of directors and limiting the headmaster's power. Cuz we all know that Dumbledoor made huge mess of things with blatant favoritism and allowing bullying to go unchecked!

Thank you Arwengeld for your review I just saw it as I edited and revamped the second chapter which I deleted not an hour ago .I'm glad you find this interesting and hope I don't disappoint whatever expectations you have for this fanfiction.

Hope this tiny teeny spoiler satisfies you for the moment.

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Even though it may sound shocking to anyone who hears her thoughts, Hermione would rather be anywhere but at Hogwarts at the moment. She just couldn't walk in any corridor or pass by some class room without triggering her PTSD. Too many memories good and bad, that's for sure. Yet, here she was doing her duty to her school, to her community by helping rebuild the place where it all began. To be honest, she was feeling a little resentful for the fact that she couldn't even grieve properly because yet again the world had expectation that she was obliged to fulfill. This was just a mess. Hopefully, it would be over soon enough and she'd get her peace. Her plan was to leave the Wizarding World once and for all. There was no point in staying where she would only be exploited and when her usefulness ran its course she would end up thrown away in a corner to be long forgotten.

Stomping her feet through the corridors of the third floor, reapplying charms and protections where they were needed, Hermione shook her hair furiously as she muttered lowly to herself about " stupid Ministry" , " bloody unbelievable", " that toad got away, damn it all!". She did not believe that those perpetrators of the war, those responsible for the death of hundreds of Muggle-borns got free with only a slap to the wrist! Bloody hell! They fought for nothing, the Wizarding World, the British community especially, did not want to change their ways! The murderers yet again just for being Purebloods! Despicable.

"Dear gods what the bloody hell are the people thinking! Letting those scums get away after all they've done. Disgusting!" she snarled to herself in the empty corridor "lord help me. I'm not staying here for another second! Once the reconstruction is done, I'm out of here!" she shouted as she silently casted the appropriate charms were they were needed, passing by many abandoned classrooms, scourgifying grim and dust were she saw it. She was a vision of an angry warrior with her hair getting frizzier by the minute and sparks flying out from the tips of her hair.

She pointed her wand at a broken window"Reparo!" Honestly, she should really stop being outraged over what the ministry was doing, it was a corrupted government body ruled by bigots after all.

Here she was taking part in fixing Hogwarts while everybody else took their rest, only five, five people stayed to fix the castle. Three of them were teachers that took permanent residence in Hogwarts, Neville Longbottom and herself. Yes you heard that right! Only five people to reconstruct the destroyed castle and renew its wards and protections, this was unbelievable. Utterly disappointing how little people care about their main source of education in the whole country. What did they think that the castle would magically rebuild itself or what!

Looking around her at the now fixed and clean corridor, her shoulders sagged. Her tirade took all the energy she had. God, if only she could leave this world. The sooner the better, she'd had enough of these bigots, of this stupid community that basked in ignorance. She was tired, so so tired of it all.

Just when she was about to turn the corner and head to the stairs to get to the great hall for dinner she was unexpectedly stunned from the back.

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"Do you think we overpowered the stunner?"

"When will this girl wake up?"

"Shush! Both of you!"

"Well.. He kind of has a point.."

Four unfamiliar voices argued over Hermione's head as she slowly stirred, still disoriented from whatever spell hit her. 'Did some death eater ambush her?' she internally wondered as she prepared herself for the fight that would ensue. These stupid scum had no knowledge of her wandless abilities which meant she had the element of surprise on her side. Taking a deep breath, she slowly moved her fingers muttering a silent incarnation in her head.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you, Miss. Granger." A smooth voice drawled.

She tensed and slowly opened her eyes. Brown eyes met the bright green of the man who had spoken. He was unfamiliar to her. She had never seen him once in her life. The man, who looked to be in his early twenties, stood tall at 6'3" in medieval robes, he had a lean built, and his skin was honey toned and his hair was as dark as night. The mystery man had a rectangle shaped face with plump lips and sharp jaws that were covered by a well trimmed beard straight nose and captivating green eyes that were surrounded by dark long lashes. Hermione's eyebrow was lifted in an inquiring manner as she assessed the stranger in front of her. 'Well he was a looker she'd give him that' she sarcastically mutter to herself, internally rolling her eyes in incredulity. What were the odds of her getting kidnapped by a total stranger that was dressed in some seriously outdated robes and he was a handsome one to boot. He had an aloof air about him, making him look unapproachable.

A cough brought her out of her thoughts; she turned her head to the left only to find herself lying down on a Victorian styled sofa. Cautiously she slowly lifted herself to a sitting position bringing to sight three other individuals that were no doubt participants in her kidnapping.

Weirdly enough they too were wearing the same style of clothes the first stranger wore. To her left stood two women and another man .

The first woman was 5'7''; looked to be about twenty-three years of age, she had a slim figure that was complemented by the blue and silver dress that she wore. It accentuated whatever curves she had beautifully. She wore her dark hair in a tight bun atop her head, her hair color contrasted beautifully with her alabaster skin making her seemingly glow. She had a heart shaped face, pouty red lips, a cute button nose, and deep dark eyes framed by equally dark lashes. She was a beauty with a scholarly air about her. It gave her a noble feel. Her face was set in a stern mask, making her seem rather intimidating.

The other woman had a round face coupled with beige colored skin. She was rather short and curvy standing only at 5'2''. She wore a golden dress with beautiful bronze embroidery. Her warm amber eyes had an alluring tilt to them, her straight nose and plumb pink lips made her face stunningly beautiful coupled with long golden tresses flowing down her back made her out to be enchanting, A goddess in human skin. Her lips were pulled in a soft inviting smile. The woman that looked no older than twenty had a motherly feel to her. Hermione could not explain it but she somehow felt safe when looking into these strangers' eyes.

The last of them, the man, had a head of fiery wild curls, but unlike hers his looked soft and tamed compared to the monstrosity sitting on her head. He had startlingly bright blue eyes, the bluest she'd ever seen. He also had a square face and a rather fetching Greek nose paired with a full red beard going for him. He wore fiery red robes accented with gold trimming. The red headed man looked to be about his mid-twenties with not a blemish on his ivory skin. The mischievous twinkle in his eyes spelled trouble and the easy smile on his thin lips bellied his easy going nature. He somewhat looked familiar.

"How are feeling lass?" the woman in the gold dress asked, her voice filled with concern" I hope you are not hurt anywhere" she murmured softly as she stepped towards Hermione.

Hermione stiffened as the stranger continued to inch towards her, her instincts yelling at her to defend herself. The other woman observing the young Gryffindor's reaction caught her companion's wrist and stopped her from going any neared. Hermione felt a twinge of gratitude for the dark haired woman as she tried to steady her breathing, and tried to keep herself from having a full blown panic attack.

"Don't go any closer, Helga. The girl just got out of war; her senses are still in overdrive" the dark haired woman warned her friend "It would be best if we introduced our selves first" she added, shoot a look at the other two men, who nodded understandingly.

"Oh my! It completely skipped my mind!" the blond woman, now identified as Helga, muttered embarrassedly as she covered her mouth with her hands, she then cautiously waved a hand to Hermione and introduced herself:"Hello, dear child, my name is Helga Huffelpuff!" she excitedly waved her hand.

Hermione sat there gapping as the other three took turns in introducing themselves.

"Hello there lassie! I'm called Godric Gryffindor."

"My name is Rowena Ravenclaw."

"I am Salazar Slytherin."

Hermione sat in disbelieve, gapping as these stranger introduced themselves as the founders of Hogwarts." Is this some kind of a joke" she shrieked, leaping on her feet as she summoned her wand and pointed it at the four imposters "How dare you try to fool me" she snapped glaring at these people" where am I!" she demanded keeping an eye on the four even as she slowly investigated her surroundings.

She was in huge library of sorts. There were shelves upon shelves of books, what looked to be seeds and dried plants, potion ingredients, and potion vials filled with unidentified potions. The space itself was huge bigger than the great hall even! Where the hell was she, she could still feel the wards of Hogwarts which was somewhat relieving but she was in a mysterious room with four delusional individuals. Calling themselves the founders. Hah! As if she'd fall for it.

" calm down child" 'Ravenclaw' calmly said" your magic will not have any effect on us. We are dead after all" her lips lifted into a smirk at that, so did her companions. The red headed man even snickered!

At that, Hermione took an even closer look that them. They had this translucent quality to them; the edge of their shapes even flickered once in a while. Her eyes widened at that, and her knees gave out. She dropped to the ground gapping, once again, at the four figures in front of her' impossible' her mind whispered

Salazar Slytherin waved his hand and levitated the shocked girl back onto the sofa." Well, it could have been worst" he scoffed and leaned forward as he tried to snap the young Gryffindor out of it" girl we don't have much time" the man condescendingly sneered. The girl jumped in surprise at how close the man was and leant back stuttering.

"I – bu- how- w-what!?"

Godric's booming laughter sounded as the young girl kept sputtering and looked at them wide eyed. "Lass, we are here for a very important matter. Now gather your Gryffindor courage and straighten up!" he teased the still shocked girl.

Rowena rolled her eyes and sighed as Helga giggled to her side, she snapped her fingers and levitated one of the vials from the shelf situated on Hermione's right. "dink this child, it's a calming draught" she softly told the war heroine . Hermione grabbed the vial and uncorked it and smelled the potion, seeing Salazar nod approvingly at her from the corner of her eyes.

Once she confirmed that the potion was indeed a calming draught she drank it knocked it back in one swig immediately feeling its calming affect take hold of her. Looking expectantly at the four founders, she mentioned with her hand for them to carry on and gave them her full attention.

"Dear as you might have suspected by now, we are not really the founders" Helga began explaining kindly "what we are is just the essence of the original founders their magical core if you will" she went on "we are her to keep the castle functioning, but as you have seen the castle is no longer what it used to be due to several factors"

Rowena took over next" when we left our magical cores we left it in the heart stone of the castle granting it sentience. This was done in order to keep a certain balance. While the headmaster of the school has some power in the castle, it is ultimately Hogwarts that rules itself. And that was how it always has been until Armando Dippet and after him Albus Dumbledoor became headmasters." She carried on saying :"The headmasters in order to get some privileges need to also strengthen the wards, but both Dippet and Dumbledoor did not do so, Dippet out of pure incompetence and Dumbledoor out of greed. For years, Albus siphoned the magic of the wards and used it for his own agenda and later on corrupted the heart stone in his bid to make it into his very own resurrection stone. It did not work, but it weakened the castle considerably" her voice during her speech kept raising higher and higher till she was screaming by the end of her rant.

Godric grabbed her shoulder and continued:" for years now the castle that was supposed to be safe sanctuary for the students and for those in need, turned to a hellish nightmare. The bullying, the unlawful attacks between students kept escalating, and the blatant favoritism did no good and pushed those in fragile states to dark paths as you had already witnessed" he looked at her pointedly and Professor Snape's image came to mind, nodding quietly for him to go on."What makes us angry the most was that the students register, had been left out to be used in such despicable ways" he snarled, his face showing an expression full of wrath "For it to fall in Death Eaters' hand is unacceptable! For them to use it to hunt down Muggle-born students, babes in their cribs and slaughter them is despicable"by now the man was shaking with rage.

Taking over from there Slytherin interjected:"Because of that Magic is wrathful. And as a punishment no magic will be born again, in any community. And those with magic will start withering away as their cores die out" Hermione gasped, horrified "that is Magic's retribution for all her innocent children's death, the extinction of the whole Magical Race." He calmly explained " this is where you come in, girl. We already heard your proclamations of leaving magic behind. I'm afraid that won't be happening" he smirked sinisterly "For you are the one who is going to be our champion, and you, you alone, will be the key to our race's salvation. It has been already decided."

Hermione looked at Salazar Slytherin's smirking face, Helga's hopeful gaze, Rowena's determined one, and Gryffindor's mischievously grinning face and fearfully gulped. This was not what she expected her summer to be. Her whole body shivered with dread as she kept staring at the four figures looking expectantly at her.

Bloody hell!

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. To be continued.

An: well this is it for the second chapter. It's not much but it's the best of my ability, for now at least.

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