Chapter three! Hurrah!
Harry landed on a cold stone floor with a thud.
'Ow,' he hissed through his teeth. He sat up, and turned to look around, only to see blackness.
'What the fuck?' he said. He lay down again, and curled up onto his side to wait until it came. He
waited for ages, and in that time he surmised that he was probably in some kind of trance in "the real
world". He thought Draco was probably in a similar state. he continued waiting. Until a burst of
blinding light drowned out the dark and, although he still couldn't see anything, he was more
comfortable and felt a lot safer. Then . . .
Mister Potter, said a Voice, I believe it is time we cleared up a few things. In the Old Times,
around a thousand years back, there were the Founders. I believe you've met them. Anyway, back
when Hogwarts began, they were dark times. Times when no one, evil or not, would bring a child -
let alone two - into the world. Now, the Founders Rowena, Godric and Salazar were all in some sort
of bizarre love triangle, and in the end, before Salazar left for good, it was discovered that Rowena
was with child. Now, Salazar couldn't just leave with his beloved expecting what could have been his
child, right? Of course not. So he stuck around, and after a month, Rowena and the others had
decided to remove the embryos and freeze them in time, to develop into humans at a later, safer
date. It was discovered that one twin was Salazar's, the other Godric's. They just didn't know which
was which.
The time of danger ended, but the unborn twins were hidden so securely they couldn't be
found to be developed. The Founders, already immortal, waited. They got married to other people,
had other children. Then, in 1980, when the Potters (descendents of Gryffindor) and the Malfoys
(descendents of Salazar) were trying for children, the embryos were found. Now, Rowena didn't
want anymore children; how would she take care of them? She was living under Azkaban, for God's
sake. So, one twin went to the Potters, and one twin to the Malfoys. The only problem is that by this
time, they had forgotten whose twin was whose, and Salazar's child went to the Potters and Godric's
child went to the Malfoys. And no one was the wiser, until they were Sorted. The Potter's child, you,
was almost put in Slytherin, and the Malfoy's child, Draco, was almost put in Gryffindor. Although,
you were both suited to the other House because of the way you had been raised. Now, you are here
to get used to each other, and to learn advanced magic. Don't worry; you'll be out of here in twenty-
five years. Work hard, and make us proud.
Harry, a little gobsmacked to say the least, was back in the dark, stuck with his thoughts. So,
he was actually the son of Slytherin and Raveclaw, Malfoy was his twin and yet he was Gryffindor's
son, and he was going to be freed after twenty-five years? Why did he find this so hard to believe?
'Because it's a load of rot,' whispered the little, cynical voice in his head. 'Malfoy couldn't be
more different to you if he tried. How different does he look, for a start? How different does he act?
But, then again, maybe your birthparents' DNA affected how you look, but you are still your parents'
son. This is confusing . . . I believe I have been converted. Would I be talking to you if you were a
typical Gryffindor?'
Harry shook his head, trying to clear it. If he was a Slytherin, why did he get the Gryffindor
sword? Oh, yeah - because his birthparents were Gryffindor descendants. He had a head ache -
'Ah, Mister Potter, glad to have you back with us. Now, come on, we're going to start off by
teaching you about backlash, which is magical residue that can be gathered and made into bombs. . . '
Salazar walked over to him, where Harry had fallen, pulled him to is feet, and then proceded to propel
him to the study corner. 'We'll make a scholar of you yet, my son.'
Harry landed on a cold stone floor with a thud.
'Ow,' he hissed through his teeth. He sat up, and turned to look around, only to see blackness.
'What the fuck?' he said. He lay down again, and curled up onto his side to wait until it came. He
waited for ages, and in that time he surmised that he was probably in some kind of trance in "the real
world". He thought Draco was probably in a similar state. he continued waiting. Until a burst of
blinding light drowned out the dark and, although he still couldn't see anything, he was more
comfortable and felt a lot safer. Then . . .
Mister Potter, said a Voice, I believe it is time we cleared up a few things. In the Old Times,
around a thousand years back, there were the Founders. I believe you've met them. Anyway, back
when Hogwarts began, they were dark times. Times when no one, evil or not, would bring a child -
let alone two - into the world. Now, the Founders Rowena, Godric and Salazar were all in some sort
of bizarre love triangle, and in the end, before Salazar left for good, it was discovered that Rowena
was with child. Now, Salazar couldn't just leave with his beloved expecting what could have been his
child, right? Of course not. So he stuck around, and after a month, Rowena and the others had
decided to remove the embryos and freeze them in time, to develop into humans at a later, safer
date. It was discovered that one twin was Salazar's, the other Godric's. They just didn't know which
was which.
The time of danger ended, but the unborn twins were hidden so securely they couldn't be
found to be developed. The Founders, already immortal, waited. They got married to other people,
had other children. Then, in 1980, when the Potters (descendents of Gryffindor) and the Malfoys
(descendents of Salazar) were trying for children, the embryos were found. Now, Rowena didn't
want anymore children; how would she take care of them? She was living under Azkaban, for God's
sake. So, one twin went to the Potters, and one twin to the Malfoys. The only problem is that by this
time, they had forgotten whose twin was whose, and Salazar's child went to the Potters and Godric's
child went to the Malfoys. And no one was the wiser, until they were Sorted. The Potter's child, you,
was almost put in Slytherin, and the Malfoy's child, Draco, was almost put in Gryffindor. Although,
you were both suited to the other House because of the way you had been raised. Now, you are here
to get used to each other, and to learn advanced magic. Don't worry; you'll be out of here in twenty-
five years. Work hard, and make us proud.
Harry, a little gobsmacked to say the least, was back in the dark, stuck with his thoughts. So,
he was actually the son of Slytherin and Raveclaw, Malfoy was his twin and yet he was Gryffindor's
son, and he was going to be freed after twenty-five years? Why did he find this so hard to believe?
'Because it's a load of rot,' whispered the little, cynical voice in his head. 'Malfoy couldn't be
more different to you if he tried. How different does he look, for a start? How different does he act?
But, then again, maybe your birthparents' DNA affected how you look, but you are still your parents'
son. This is confusing . . . I believe I have been converted. Would I be talking to you if you were a
typical Gryffindor?'
Harry shook his head, trying to clear it. If he was a Slytherin, why did he get the Gryffindor
sword? Oh, yeah - because his birthparents were Gryffindor descendants. He had a head ache -
'Ah, Mister Potter, glad to have you back with us. Now, come on, we're going to start off by
teaching you about backlash, which is magical residue that can be gathered and made into bombs. . . '
Salazar walked over to him, where Harry had fallen, pulled him to is feet, and then proceded to propel
him to the study corner. 'We'll make a scholar of you yet, my son.'
