The Founder's Troubles
JudgeDP
AN: I forgot to do this in the last chapter! Archanes is said are-cane-ease. Okay? I own nothing but Archanes, Adolf (yes, that is Hitler's first name but its meaning is cool and since Hitler has nothing to do with this fic and Adolf doesn't resemble him in anyway (I hope) no one should care), and any other one, thing or place.
The next day all four children were awakened at dawn by a loud bell. Archanes took them down to a very large kitchen and had them make their own breakfasts. Rowena saw almost immedietly that the three nobleborns would be almost no help in this and quadroupled the size of meal she was preparing. True to their birth the others burnt their food or else made it so horribly that it was inedible, though they did have a delicious breakfast anyway. Next they were taken out to the forest to learn about plants and animals, magical and normal alike. This was followed by lunch, which was prepared magically by Archanes, then off for their magic lessons: potions, charms and transfiguration (unfortunetly it was all theory at the beginning). After that they were free to do what they wished until dinner. On that first day Helga took a nap, Godric explored the castle, Rowena went out to the barn to see Pest and Salazar went with her to take care of his horse, which had somehow ended up in there.
"So what do you think of this place?" asked Salazar.
"It's better than my other choices," sighed Rowena.
"Being..?"
"Death, a life alone in the woods, at least until something found me and decided to eat me."
"That's not right."
"I'm a serf, born and raised. I have no weapons, no way to defend myself besides Pest and any other birds that feel like helping. That's what would have happened."
"I didn't know serfs had it so bad."
"Actually, you and Godric would have faired worse unless of course you managed to save a noble's daughter or something to that extent, and Helga would have probably died or been raped, sad to say."
"That's horrible."
"Tis life."
After a few moment's silence Salazar made some excuse about having to go do something and left Rowena to wonder what what that thing was.
"Archanes?" Salazar asked when he found the sorcerer in a hidden tower (after asking about fifty snakes if they had seen him).
"Salazar, good to see you. What brings you to my tower, and how did you happen to find it?" Archanes asked with a kindly smile.
"I asked a few snakes."
"So you are a parceltongue, I thought so."
"Well, sir, I was wondering if you had a forge."
"Of course, but why do you ask?"
"I want to make a sword."
"A very good idea. I was going to instruct you all in the making of a focus. Most people use wands, but I feel that something you can get more attatched to is in order. Plus you're all going to need them before we actually get into some hands on work. It's on the south side of the castle, just walk along it until you reach a door that says 'fire breather' go in and there's your forge. You can go to work immedietly, all the tools you will need will be in the back room. Have fun."
Salazar didn't show up for dinner that night, and never made it to his bed, nor was he seen the next day when they were taught about focuses. It was only at dawn the day after that anyone ever saw him. Rowena was at the top of her tower, looking out at the sun rise when Salazar came up behind her.
"Hello Slytherin, where have you been?" she asked, knowing he was behind her.
"Down in the forge. Did you sleep well?"
"No, I was worried about you." Salazar was silent for a moment so the girl continued. "You saved my life, I owe you and you're the only human on the planet that I trust fully."
"Oh."
"What were you doing in the forge?" Rowena asked, making Salazar wonder if she had known about the forge before.
"Making this." He came up next to her and layed a long broad-sword on the stones. Rowena gasped. The sword shone in the dawn light and Rowena could see the name slytherin engraved on one of the blade's faces.
"What's this?" she asked, her fingers tracing the blue and black symbol at the hilt's base. It was a profile of a profile of a bird on a blue background, both bird and background were obviously made of carved stone.
"I figured that that could be your symbol, the Ravenclaw symbol anyway. If you don't like it-"
"I love it and I can see that it must have taken you forever to carve the stones perfectly."
"Not forever. I thought you could use it to defend yourself. I could teach you if you want."
"I would love that, but I have a special purpose for this sword."
"What?"
"Did I tell you that I was betrothed?"
"No," Salazar said his heart dropping, but the boy immedietly pulled it back up and shook off the emotion.
"I don't think that I ever loved him, not in that way at least. Well, now that I have been banished and disowned the betrothal is deffinetly off thank God and I think that I will have to choose my husband very carefully. I will use the sword to defend myself but when I choose my husband I will give it to him so that he might use it for the same purpose." Salazar was about to protest that that was not what he had intended the sword for but Rowena continued. "And if he is the right man which I hope he will be or I will be forced to reacess my ability to judge, he will give it right back to me."
Salazar was silent for a moment, trying to understand why the man should give it back. He finally gave up and whispered, "Why?"
"Because my dear Slytherin. If he is the right man he will realize that I am not the kind to sit around the house all day knitting, cooking, taking care of the children or the kind to work in the feilds and when danger comes run away hoping someone will save me. That reminds me," she turned and hugged him tight, whipering in is ear, "thank you."
He reluctantly pushed her away, "For what?"
"Working so hard to save me from the poison. Pest told me what happened."
"Blasted bird."
The bell sounded throughout the castle.
"Come on," Rowena said, pulling the young man down a flight of stairs, "time for breakfast. Then you're going to bed." Salazar didn't argue.
AN: Yes, I know fluff. Its gotta be some disease transmitted through the internet, I don't know how but it is. Please review! Please!!!
JudgeDP
AN: I forgot to do this in the last chapter! Archanes is said are-cane-ease. Okay? I own nothing but Archanes, Adolf (yes, that is Hitler's first name but its meaning is cool and since Hitler has nothing to do with this fic and Adolf doesn't resemble him in anyway (I hope) no one should care), and any other one, thing or place.
The next day all four children were awakened at dawn by a loud bell. Archanes took them down to a very large kitchen and had them make their own breakfasts. Rowena saw almost immedietly that the three nobleborns would be almost no help in this and quadroupled the size of meal she was preparing. True to their birth the others burnt their food or else made it so horribly that it was inedible, though they did have a delicious breakfast anyway. Next they were taken out to the forest to learn about plants and animals, magical and normal alike. This was followed by lunch, which was prepared magically by Archanes, then off for their magic lessons: potions, charms and transfiguration (unfortunetly it was all theory at the beginning). After that they were free to do what they wished until dinner. On that first day Helga took a nap, Godric explored the castle, Rowena went out to the barn to see Pest and Salazar went with her to take care of his horse, which had somehow ended up in there.
"So what do you think of this place?" asked Salazar.
"It's better than my other choices," sighed Rowena.
"Being..?"
"Death, a life alone in the woods, at least until something found me and decided to eat me."
"That's not right."
"I'm a serf, born and raised. I have no weapons, no way to defend myself besides Pest and any other birds that feel like helping. That's what would have happened."
"I didn't know serfs had it so bad."
"Actually, you and Godric would have faired worse unless of course you managed to save a noble's daughter or something to that extent, and Helga would have probably died or been raped, sad to say."
"That's horrible."
"Tis life."
After a few moment's silence Salazar made some excuse about having to go do something and left Rowena to wonder what what that thing was.
"Archanes?" Salazar asked when he found the sorcerer in a hidden tower (after asking about fifty snakes if they had seen him).
"Salazar, good to see you. What brings you to my tower, and how did you happen to find it?" Archanes asked with a kindly smile.
"I asked a few snakes."
"So you are a parceltongue, I thought so."
"Well, sir, I was wondering if you had a forge."
"Of course, but why do you ask?"
"I want to make a sword."
"A very good idea. I was going to instruct you all in the making of a focus. Most people use wands, but I feel that something you can get more attatched to is in order. Plus you're all going to need them before we actually get into some hands on work. It's on the south side of the castle, just walk along it until you reach a door that says 'fire breather' go in and there's your forge. You can go to work immedietly, all the tools you will need will be in the back room. Have fun."
Salazar didn't show up for dinner that night, and never made it to his bed, nor was he seen the next day when they were taught about focuses. It was only at dawn the day after that anyone ever saw him. Rowena was at the top of her tower, looking out at the sun rise when Salazar came up behind her.
"Hello Slytherin, where have you been?" she asked, knowing he was behind her.
"Down in the forge. Did you sleep well?"
"No, I was worried about you." Salazar was silent for a moment so the girl continued. "You saved my life, I owe you and you're the only human on the planet that I trust fully."
"Oh."
"What were you doing in the forge?" Rowena asked, making Salazar wonder if she had known about the forge before.
"Making this." He came up next to her and layed a long broad-sword on the stones. Rowena gasped. The sword shone in the dawn light and Rowena could see the name slytherin engraved on one of the blade's faces.
"What's this?" she asked, her fingers tracing the blue and black symbol at the hilt's base. It was a profile of a profile of a bird on a blue background, both bird and background were obviously made of carved stone.
"I figured that that could be your symbol, the Ravenclaw symbol anyway. If you don't like it-"
"I love it and I can see that it must have taken you forever to carve the stones perfectly."
"Not forever. I thought you could use it to defend yourself. I could teach you if you want."
"I would love that, but I have a special purpose for this sword."
"What?"
"Did I tell you that I was betrothed?"
"No," Salazar said his heart dropping, but the boy immedietly pulled it back up and shook off the emotion.
"I don't think that I ever loved him, not in that way at least. Well, now that I have been banished and disowned the betrothal is deffinetly off thank God and I think that I will have to choose my husband very carefully. I will use the sword to defend myself but when I choose my husband I will give it to him so that he might use it for the same purpose." Salazar was about to protest that that was not what he had intended the sword for but Rowena continued. "And if he is the right man which I hope he will be or I will be forced to reacess my ability to judge, he will give it right back to me."
Salazar was silent for a moment, trying to understand why the man should give it back. He finally gave up and whispered, "Why?"
"Because my dear Slytherin. If he is the right man he will realize that I am not the kind to sit around the house all day knitting, cooking, taking care of the children or the kind to work in the feilds and when danger comes run away hoping someone will save me. That reminds me," she turned and hugged him tight, whipering in is ear, "thank you."
He reluctantly pushed her away, "For what?"
"Working so hard to save me from the poison. Pest told me what happened."
"Blasted bird."
The bell sounded throughout the castle.
"Come on," Rowena said, pulling the young man down a flight of stairs, "time for breakfast. Then you're going to bed." Salazar didn't argue.
AN: Yes, I know fluff. Its gotta be some disease transmitted through the internet, I don't know how but it is. Please review! Please!!!