A Beginning
Chapter 6
Four years passed. Thing went on as normal. Helga managed as best she could by hiring a few extra teachers but it was never the same. I never got to know any of them as I had known Godric, Salazar, and Rowena. I never got to know any one after that. I worked hard on my studies. I think I was trying to forget that it had ever happened. When people brought it up I either changed the subject of left the room.
Caleb Ravenclaw had been much the same. His mother was dead and he hadn't even ever been able to tell her he loved her. At least my father had told me.
I was in my seventh year and Caleb had left Hogwarts a few years ago and now I was truly alone in a crowed school. I built up walls and hardened my shell. I never cried. But deep inside I knew it was all my fault.
I know that now the school has all sorts of muggle protection charms on it but in my time we never thought it would be needed. We were so short sighted and narrow mined that it was as if we were trying to believe that nothing bad could ever happen again. But it could.
My class was in the forest at the time with our care of magical creatures class watching Puffskeins and begging our teacher, Professor Zarate, to let us take some up to the castle to keep as pets. We stood in the forest fighting for a while longer than we should have and had been there for about an hour when we heard screams and shouting
and the frequent loud bangs. It was coming from the castle.
We all ran towards it fearing for the lives of our friends and siblings. I wasn't. I was worried about Helga. She was Almost 80.
When we reach the castle we were shocked by what we saw. Muggles had found us! Wizards and witches ran every were. Some muggle men held guns while the teachers fought them off with wands. The wizards were losing.
As we stood there watching from a hidden vantage point in the forest we saw more muggles coming. they carried rope. I watch horrified as one man grabbed a first year girl and tied the rope around her neck he went over to a tree near ours and threw the rope over a branch and just as he was about to pull the rope he saw us. He sneered and
tugged. The girl stopped moving. It was awful!
Then the man shouted to some of his friends and they came rushing a round us. My classmates were hung before my eyes and before I knew it I was running through the woods. Survival was the only thing on my mind.
I could hear the screams up at the school and yet I didn't stop running. I thought if I could run fast enough or far enough that I could run away from what I was and what I should be doing but wasn't. I have never know any raw emotion like that in my entire life. I must have been miles away and yet I could still hear the muffled sound of the
shabby guns the muggles carried. I finally could go no more and sank to the forest floor hopelessly lost and scared and confused. I was seventeen. A big girl Why was I running? Why *had* I run?
I stayed in the forest for days. I ran into a few of the students who had done as I had and we tried desperately to get back to the school. On the third day we found our way but the journey took us two more days due to the fact that some among us were hurt. Every night the crying was only drowned out by the screams that people had in their
nightmares.
When we did finally get back, the site of hundreds of wizards dead was so sickening that several fainted or threw up. I looked around.
They hung form trees or lay on the ground in pools of dry blood. Do you know what it's like to see a face that only a few days before had been smiling and was now half eaten by the scavengers and wolves?
We set to work. Counting and identifying the dead and giving them all proper funerals. I would have praised God that the castle had not been ruined if I had not known that it was that very religion that had made these people do this. I thanked Merlin.
For two weeks we lived in fear. Cowering in Godric's chamber of courage. We had shown true courage in what we'd done and yet I still felt like a coward. All of us being brave had dispelled what ever spells he had put on the place forever.
For two weeks we hid until Godric heard about what had happened and came back we rebuilt our lives. We tried to get passed what had happened and every one put on a good show of it. Every one but me.
I worked tirelessly into the summer and well into the next school year. I began to teach. I taught Defense Against the Dark arts.
One day I was walking out side and the sky was so red, so bright, that I felt like flying. I ran t tell Godric.
"Godric! Come see the sky! It's the kind of sunset Rowena lived for." I sobered. "Rowena loved the sunset" ,I said with a smile.
"I see it", said Godric as I entered the hall. "I see it." Looking up I found that he'd enchanted the ceiling to look like the sky outside. He'd done it for Rowena. For his second love. So the world would remember how she loved the sunset.
Together, Godric and I created the sorting hat. We knew that the others would never be able to interview for their own students and so it was born.
Everyone around me is dead. Dead in sprit and body. I want to go too. Things have changed. No one remembers any more why the ceiling is like it is. No one remembers how the sorting hat came about or why the houses fight. I alone, a 35 year old girl, remember why. No one but me and this parchment I write on. The houses war and muggles can no longer find this place. But only I know why.
As time went slowly by I found myself in a relation ship with Godric that I'd never dreamed could happen. We got married a few years later.
But I never forgot. I know that history has a way twisting it's self to be the opposite of what really happens. I won't let that happen. I have a story to tell and I will sing it from every roof-top in the world until my tale is told.
Salazar never came back. I saw him once in a shop. We talked for a while a nearby pub. We agreed that the past was done with. He still hated Godric and I'm not sure I was truly in love with him myself, but he gave his blessing on our union. He died a year later of suspected food poisoning. He'd killed himself.
I had a son. I named him Salazar. I had a daughter. I named her Helga. The two people who had the most impression on me now make me the happiest. When I see them I smile. In the back of my mind, calling their names, I call not my children, But my past. My past full of death.
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Carly put down the stack of parchment that I had written on so long ago. My story of the truth. She looked around. The little bird that had led her to my hiding spot was gone and she was left with the true emptiness of the room. It used to be called the chamber of courage.
As she left, I thought about how my story had ended. Not on those pieces of brittle parchment but for real. When you plunge a dagger into your own heart you become a ghost. I became one but I'm different. No one could see me. If they looked real close at the stone in the room that was shared by Godric and I, my blood remains in sight. My ghost cannot leave this rocky cell of failed courage. I live with my
fear and failure everyday for eternity.
But me? I remain in silent sprit. Forever remembered. Forever forgotten.
a/n: well, that's it. Everything belongs to JKR. Please review it! Please? please! rate it from 1 to 10. I do plan on doing another part. About Godric's first love and what all he left behind.
Chapter 6
Four years passed. Thing went on as normal. Helga managed as best she could by hiring a few extra teachers but it was never the same. I never got to know any of them as I had known Godric, Salazar, and Rowena. I never got to know any one after that. I worked hard on my studies. I think I was trying to forget that it had ever happened. When people brought it up I either changed the subject of left the room.
Caleb Ravenclaw had been much the same. His mother was dead and he hadn't even ever been able to tell her he loved her. At least my father had told me.
I was in my seventh year and Caleb had left Hogwarts a few years ago and now I was truly alone in a crowed school. I built up walls and hardened my shell. I never cried. But deep inside I knew it was all my fault.
I know that now the school has all sorts of muggle protection charms on it but in my time we never thought it would be needed. We were so short sighted and narrow mined that it was as if we were trying to believe that nothing bad could ever happen again. But it could.
My class was in the forest at the time with our care of magical creatures class watching Puffskeins and begging our teacher, Professor Zarate, to let us take some up to the castle to keep as pets. We stood in the forest fighting for a while longer than we should have and had been there for about an hour when we heard screams and shouting
and the frequent loud bangs. It was coming from the castle.
We all ran towards it fearing for the lives of our friends and siblings. I wasn't. I was worried about Helga. She was Almost 80.
When we reach the castle we were shocked by what we saw. Muggles had found us! Wizards and witches ran every were. Some muggle men held guns while the teachers fought them off with wands. The wizards were losing.
As we stood there watching from a hidden vantage point in the forest we saw more muggles coming. they carried rope. I watch horrified as one man grabbed a first year girl and tied the rope around her neck he went over to a tree near ours and threw the rope over a branch and just as he was about to pull the rope he saw us. He sneered and
tugged. The girl stopped moving. It was awful!
Then the man shouted to some of his friends and they came rushing a round us. My classmates were hung before my eyes and before I knew it I was running through the woods. Survival was the only thing on my mind.
I could hear the screams up at the school and yet I didn't stop running. I thought if I could run fast enough or far enough that I could run away from what I was and what I should be doing but wasn't. I have never know any raw emotion like that in my entire life. I must have been miles away and yet I could still hear the muffled sound of the
shabby guns the muggles carried. I finally could go no more and sank to the forest floor hopelessly lost and scared and confused. I was seventeen. A big girl Why was I running? Why *had* I run?
I stayed in the forest for days. I ran into a few of the students who had done as I had and we tried desperately to get back to the school. On the third day we found our way but the journey took us two more days due to the fact that some among us were hurt. Every night the crying was only drowned out by the screams that people had in their
nightmares.
When we did finally get back, the site of hundreds of wizards dead was so sickening that several fainted or threw up. I looked around.
They hung form trees or lay on the ground in pools of dry blood. Do you know what it's like to see a face that only a few days before had been smiling and was now half eaten by the scavengers and wolves?
We set to work. Counting and identifying the dead and giving them all proper funerals. I would have praised God that the castle had not been ruined if I had not known that it was that very religion that had made these people do this. I thanked Merlin.
For two weeks we lived in fear. Cowering in Godric's chamber of courage. We had shown true courage in what we'd done and yet I still felt like a coward. All of us being brave had dispelled what ever spells he had put on the place forever.
For two weeks we hid until Godric heard about what had happened and came back we rebuilt our lives. We tried to get passed what had happened and every one put on a good show of it. Every one but me.
I worked tirelessly into the summer and well into the next school year. I began to teach. I taught Defense Against the Dark arts.
One day I was walking out side and the sky was so red, so bright, that I felt like flying. I ran t tell Godric.
"Godric! Come see the sky! It's the kind of sunset Rowena lived for." I sobered. "Rowena loved the sunset" ,I said with a smile.
"I see it", said Godric as I entered the hall. "I see it." Looking up I found that he'd enchanted the ceiling to look like the sky outside. He'd done it for Rowena. For his second love. So the world would remember how she loved the sunset.
Together, Godric and I created the sorting hat. We knew that the others would never be able to interview for their own students and so it was born.
Everyone around me is dead. Dead in sprit and body. I want to go too. Things have changed. No one remembers any more why the ceiling is like it is. No one remembers how the sorting hat came about or why the houses fight. I alone, a 35 year old girl, remember why. No one but me and this parchment I write on. The houses war and muggles can no longer find this place. But only I know why.
As time went slowly by I found myself in a relation ship with Godric that I'd never dreamed could happen. We got married a few years later.
But I never forgot. I know that history has a way twisting it's self to be the opposite of what really happens. I won't let that happen. I have a story to tell and I will sing it from every roof-top in the world until my tale is told.
Salazar never came back. I saw him once in a shop. We talked for a while a nearby pub. We agreed that the past was done with. He still hated Godric and I'm not sure I was truly in love with him myself, but he gave his blessing on our union. He died a year later of suspected food poisoning. He'd killed himself.
I had a son. I named him Salazar. I had a daughter. I named her Helga. The two people who had the most impression on me now make me the happiest. When I see them I smile. In the back of my mind, calling their names, I call not my children, But my past. My past full of death.
*************************
Carly put down the stack of parchment that I had written on so long ago. My story of the truth. She looked around. The little bird that had led her to my hiding spot was gone and she was left with the true emptiness of the room. It used to be called the chamber of courage.
As she left, I thought about how my story had ended. Not on those pieces of brittle parchment but for real. When you plunge a dagger into your own heart you become a ghost. I became one but I'm different. No one could see me. If they looked real close at the stone in the room that was shared by Godric and I, my blood remains in sight. My ghost cannot leave this rocky cell of failed courage. I live with my
fear and failure everyday for eternity.
But me? I remain in silent sprit. Forever remembered. Forever forgotten.
a/n: well, that's it. Everything belongs to JKR. Please review it! Please? please! rate it from 1 to 10. I do plan on doing another part. About Godric's first love and what all he left behind.