H o g w a r t s

Part 1

~PROLOGUE~

It was a cool and windy night all around the crumbling Hogwarts Village. They had just been attacked by the dreaded Colony of Saber. They were a helpless city, who had never even thought of someone attacking them until just a year ago, when all the surrounding colonies and villages declared war on the wealthy village.  Hogwarts was the only city with the abillity to survive on its own without help from outsiders and trade.  The other colonies were simply jealous and wanted to control Hogwarts.  After a year of constant bombardmant, the wall of the village had been shattered to pices , along with the hope of all of the villagers.  Just one more attack, and they would be deprived of their lives, their family, their freedom, and most of all, their pride. 

1045 A.D. At Hogwarts Village

Salazar Slytherin slowly walked up to the lookout of his Royal Castle.  He was a young man who had been pushed into the throne, when his father,  Slytherin, was killed in an attack by the Colony of Saint just a month ago.  Salazar Slytherin was unused to this, and he didnt know what he could do to fight off these other villages.  He slowly walked each step, preparing himself for the sight of his colonie's cumbled state.  When he got to the look out, he took a deep breath, as a tear crawled down his face, in confusion. 

He felt a hand grasp his shoulder.  He jumped back, slowly wiping the tears away, and turned around.  It was Esmerelda, the Sorceress. 

"Sire..the congress awaits your company.", the young sorceress said as she ignored the gaze of his watery eyes.

Salazar stood their for a few seconds before he responded, wiping his tears on his long black polyester cloak.

"Very well," he said as he sighed lightly, "lead thy way." 

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"We shall fight back, Godric.  It is the only true way to survive" Slytherin said with confidence.

There were just four people sitting at the large round wooden table, that sat in the center courtyard of the large white castle.  The wind blew in the faces of the two women and the two women. 

"Never!  If we slay someone, we will be no better than them." Godric said passionately as he rose up and pounded the table just once, sending a vibration through every end of the table.  Godric was a tall, thin man, with silver hair and a goatee, and quite a bit older than Salazar. 

"Now now, Godric, we shall consider our choices! Have you seen ,with thou own's eyes, the havoc the Sabers have wreaked upon us?  We can no longer be nice.  Our entire city is in crumbles!  Everyone is living on the streets, for god sakes!  Our people have been deprived of their life, food, and freedom in the last year.  Now i don't know about the rest of you, but i cannot bear to see the colony like this, so we must put this injustice to an end, once and for all!  That means fighting fire with fire." Helga said looking dead into the brown eyes of Godric. Helga was a heavy woman with straight white hair that seemed just a little bit younger than Godric. She wore a long red cloak, that swept to the ground.

"I don't agree Helga. " Rowena said as she got up, letting her silver cloak ripple in the air of the cool breeze. She was a young woman the age of Salazar, with dark black hair and green eyes. " I do agree that we must do something, but must we kill?  Is there any way to fight this fire that burns us without extinguishing it?"

"Yes, there is." said a shadow that loomed from the edge of the castle.  "It's called Magic."

The figure stood out of the shadows and into the moonlight--it was Esmerelda.