Title: A Watcher Of Souls
Author: daemon
Rating: PG-13
Coupling: GG/SS, SS/Veela, GG/RR, HH/surprise in waiting
Summary: The first in a six part series. Each story is told by a different character. All are people who changed history. This first part tells the unknown story of the start of Hogwarts.
Disclaimer: I do not own all Harry Potter characters. Of course, though, I do own this demented plot, and all created leavings.
Warning: May contain volatile precipitation from my mind (such as violence or slash). Proceed with utmost care. If you do not like being rained on, please take your parade to another construction site.
Blurb: This story's "mind" is Godric Gryffindor.
Question: Can anyone tell me what time period (i.e., 132 ac, 1786, 2002, etc.) the Hogwarts Four created Hogwarts? I could not find it in any of the Harry Potter books. I know it's there, but I couldn't find it.
uA Watcher Of Souls/u
Prologue
iA Resting Place/i
II dreamed the setting sun would rise no more.
My spirit fled; not sought an aimless sun
Whirled madly on through pathless space, and free
Amid a world of worlds enthralled. Ah no!
But deep within a silent solitude
It lingered on. The twilight waned; across
The hills and dark'ning sky the west wind stole,
And broad-cast spread the sun-path gathered gold,
Undying memories of the hopeless dead.
The dew of sadness fell, and far into
The coming night of storm and calm I gazed.
Oh, sadness, who may tell what joy is thine?
A whisper breathed: "What lies unvoiced on earth
Is heaven sung." And gloom crept softly down
With longing deep as everlasting night./I
i- Parting. To- /i by Robert Frost
I cannot call the goddess to take me now. I am not ready. I knew for certain I was not when Rowena softly called my name. I couldn't leave her without saying good-bye.
My heart suddenly pangs with a startling pain. It's agony on my already dwindling spirit. I had thought that love gone. But now, on my deathbed, I find myself wishing he were here to call my name instead of Rowena.
"Godric," I hear her cry softly again as she takes my limp hand in hers. I struggle to open my eyes, and they flutter open weakly.
"Rowena," I say with all my strength, but it still only comes out in a soft whisper of wind.
I know she can hear the almost pleading in my voice. She shakes her head sadly, looking painfully into my eyes.
"No, Godric. Salazar isn't here," Rowena says for finality, although there is anguish in her voice. I am hit by a sudden memory of all the things I had wanted to tell him. Above all, the truth- and to finally say the one thing I never had courage to say. Now, I tell myself to wait, like I have been for weeks. I can't die now- I must wait for Salazar. But even though I tell myself this, my body does not obey. Then I face the inescapable.
Salazar is not coming. He will never come. I will never say good-bye- never say the three words I long to say. I find myself hanging on to nothing now, so I close my eyes and whisper a good-bye to Rowena.
But before I can silently slip away, I feel a great urge, a burning desire, to tell the truth. I open my mouth, and my tale starts to unfold.
Author's Notes: That was just the prologue. If you want me to continue- please review.
Author: daemon
Rating: PG-13
Coupling: GG/SS, SS/Veela, GG/RR, HH/surprise in waiting
Summary: The first in a six part series. Each story is told by a different character. All are people who changed history. This first part tells the unknown story of the start of Hogwarts.
Disclaimer: I do not own all Harry Potter characters. Of course, though, I do own this demented plot, and all created leavings.
Warning: May contain volatile precipitation from my mind (such as violence or slash). Proceed with utmost care. If you do not like being rained on, please take your parade to another construction site.
Blurb: This story's "mind" is Godric Gryffindor.
Question: Can anyone tell me what time period (i.e., 132 ac, 1786, 2002, etc.) the Hogwarts Four created Hogwarts? I could not find it in any of the Harry Potter books. I know it's there, but I couldn't find it.
uA Watcher Of Souls/u
Prologue
iA Resting Place/i
II dreamed the setting sun would rise no more.
My spirit fled; not sought an aimless sun
Whirled madly on through pathless space, and free
Amid a world of worlds enthralled. Ah no!
But deep within a silent solitude
It lingered on. The twilight waned; across
The hills and dark'ning sky the west wind stole,
And broad-cast spread the sun-path gathered gold,
Undying memories of the hopeless dead.
The dew of sadness fell, and far into
The coming night of storm and calm I gazed.
Oh, sadness, who may tell what joy is thine?
A whisper breathed: "What lies unvoiced on earth
Is heaven sung." And gloom crept softly down
With longing deep as everlasting night./I
i- Parting. To- /i by Robert Frost
I cannot call the goddess to take me now. I am not ready. I knew for certain I was not when Rowena softly called my name. I couldn't leave her without saying good-bye.
My heart suddenly pangs with a startling pain. It's agony on my already dwindling spirit. I had thought that love gone. But now, on my deathbed, I find myself wishing he were here to call my name instead of Rowena.
"Godric," I hear her cry softly again as she takes my limp hand in hers. I struggle to open my eyes, and they flutter open weakly.
"Rowena," I say with all my strength, but it still only comes out in a soft whisper of wind.
I know she can hear the almost pleading in my voice. She shakes her head sadly, looking painfully into my eyes.
"No, Godric. Salazar isn't here," Rowena says for finality, although there is anguish in her voice. I am hit by a sudden memory of all the things I had wanted to tell him. Above all, the truth- and to finally say the one thing I never had courage to say. Now, I tell myself to wait, like I have been for weeks. I can't die now- I must wait for Salazar. But even though I tell myself this, my body does not obey. Then I face the inescapable.
Salazar is not coming. He will never come. I will never say good-bye- never say the three words I long to say. I find myself hanging on to nothing now, so I close my eyes and whisper a good-bye to Rowena.
But before I can silently slip away, I feel a great urge, a burning desire, to tell the truth. I open my mouth, and my tale starts to unfold.
Author's Notes: That was just the prologue. If you want me to continue- please review.
