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Summery: The four direct descendents of Godric Gryffindor, Helga Hufflepuff, Salazar Slytherin, and Rowena Ravenclaw have been excepted to Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Each descendent has a power that can destroy the Dark Lord. But will each heir put their past history of their ancestors behind them and team up to defeat Voldemort?
Heirs of Hogwarts
By: Emerald May
Chapter 4
Amorina woke up the next morning, feeling refreshed from the night's sleep. She stretched and took a warm shower. She came down the stairs greeted by her guardians. She ran to them.
"Shafona! Durain! You're back early! Did something go wrong?" Amorina asked as she embraced them.
They hugged her back, replying, "No, nothing happened. Except that Voldemort has been gaining power."
Amorina pulled back. "Oh, that is horrible! Does that mean that I will not be able to attend Hogwarts?"
Durain chuckled as he told the young heir, "No. You will still be able to go. Hogwarts is actually the safest place to be at in the British wizardry world." He looked at his wristwatch. "We had better get going and go buy your supplies."
Amorina breathed a sigh of relief. She then remembered something. "I have already gotten my things last week. I was too excited to wait. And the next day when I went back to just look around, I ran into someone." She paused as her guardians looked at her questioningly.
Shafona said, "Oh? Who was it Amorina?"
"It was the Heir of Slytherin."
Shafona gasped slightly. "But-but how? Isn't Voldemort the only living heir of Slytherin?"
"He was wearing the crest of the Slytherin Heir," Amorina insisted.
Durian put a hand on his wife's shoulder. "Voldemort has a cousin." He looked sharply at Amorina. "Would the boy's name have been Mikhail by any chance?"
The Heir of Gryffindor could only nod.
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A young girl with golden-blonde hair ran through the corridor of her house, her father chasing her. She giggled as she hid behind a large beige-colored pillar, the paintings pointing out her hiding spot.
"Gotcha!" Her father said, scooping up the young child.
"Papa! Let me down!" She said, squirming in her father's grasp, still giggling. At that moment, an owl swooped in from the circular window behind the child. It landed on the father's shoulder, its leg sticking out, parchment attached to it.
The owl flew out the window after receiving its pay. The girl's father handed the parchment to his daughter. She opened the letter quickly and scanned it.
Dear Miss Hufflepuff,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find an enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment
Term begins on September 1st. We await your owl by no later than July 31st.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagoll
Minerva McGonagall,
Deputy Headmistress
Blue eyes filled with excitement, Prudence said, "Oh, Papa! I got accepted!"
Josophre's deep voice filled the corridor as he laughed, saying, "Of course you'd get into Hogwarts! You are the descendent of Helga Hufflepuff after all, and so am I."
Prudence grabbed her father's hand, practically dragging him down the hall. "Come on, Papa! Can we please go and buy my supplies? Please, please, please?"
Josophre looked into his daughters deep blue eyes, a trait from her mother. He smiled and nodded, which set a whoop of laughter and triumph to Prudence. Well Margrieta, our daughter is finally going to Hogwarts.
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Setting down her Violin, Kalika walked down the dim corridor until she stopped in front of a door, locked from any prying eyes. She looked around, her chestnut colored eyes searching the corridor as if to pierce the owner of prying eyes. "Alohomora."
The lock broke, and the door flew open, leaving the entry to her. Kalika took a deep breath, and walked in. She stopped abruptly. She ran back, picked up her violin and proceeded into the room. A voiceless portrait hung upon the wall, the room brightly lit with torches. Kalika sat down on the cold floor and began to play. The melodies flew around the room. The two people in the portrait smiled down at her. The eerie music ceased until it ended with a single note. Kalika walked over to the portrait, giving each persons a kiss on the cheek.
"I'll be back soon," Kalika murmured, looking longingly over her shoulder at her parent's portraits.
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