Return to truth-chapter 3
Severus groaned darkly. Harry started to shake slightly, and his eyes darkened considerably.
"Do not answer that door Severus. I am begging you"
he pleaded with the Potions Master.
"Alright melamin"
he sighed.
"Open the door Snape!"
came the loud voice of Sirius Black
"We know you're in there!"
The two quickly cast a concealing charm on themselves and ducked out of their chambers at top speed. When they reached the Slytherin commons they followed Crabbe and Goyle out into the hallway so as not to make any people passing by think that the portrait was opening on it's own. They then made for their secret arboretum in a forgotten tower on the other side of the castle. The followed a hidden staircase off of the Astronomy tower into the meeting place of the elves. It had been their place for over 200 years, spanning 3 life times, including the tail end of their run in their first bodies, the first time. It was a strange place. Trees had been transported from Lothlorien to this place, and it was made to look as if it was in the middle of a deep glade in the middle of the ancient woods.
A pavilion that looked as if it was made up of light rose up in the center of the arboretum. It was made up of wood freely given from the trees of the golden wood and then adorned with the beautiful carvings of their people. The inside was furnished with some of their old furniture, which included a beige reclining couch for 2, an ebony side table, a chest of some of their clothing and small things which they had collected through the ages. A bench sat outside the pavilion and was engraved with a name plat which had been created at their bonding ceremony. A cool breeze drifted though the room and filled it with the scent of exotic plants, many of which were now considered extinct. A light mist rose from the ground and the place looked magical and reminded them of a time that had long since passed. The founders had helped to build the room, back when they were building Hogwarts itself. The group had been quite tight to each other, and did not fight as it had been made out though history. It was wildly exaggerated.
Helga Hufflepuff was the sweetest woman anyone could ever hope to meet. She was loyal and true to what she believed in, and was always willing to help anyone who needed it. Rowena Ravenclaw was a brilliant scientist, if not a little eccentric in her ways. But she was endearing in her own way. Salazar Slytherin was quite possibly the loyalist friend on the face of the planet. He was not the villain he was made out to be in the books. He was in fact an overly protective sweetheart with a temper that was not to be matched. Sure he had some strange views on some things, but he always respected the opinions of others. Godric Gryffindor, was at heart a lion cub. He loved life and he loved his mate with a fierce passion that was rarely ever found. He was brave and would stand up for anyone who needed to be protected.
The four loved each other, and two found love with one another. Godric Gryffindor and Salazar Slytherin were lovers from the time they first met when they were only teenagers. They were the perfect couple, and everyone thought the same.
They all had different, and usually interesting ways with dealing with their students. Helga would always try to make friends with the students, while Rowena scared them with her almost psychotic tendencies in the art of potions making. Salazar won anyone he met over with his quick jokes and an air of confidence that he seemed to carry around himself. Godric was playful, to say the least. His training was fun and practical at the same time. He loved his students and wanted them to have the best chance at life that they could possibly have. They had been lucky to have such good and true friends.
When the door opened they found the room as they had left it the last time they were there. Even the candle they had left was still it, after all it had a charm on it to never burn out, and to never light anything on fire, they were thankful of that. More than that, it was a taste of home. The woods which they had left so long ago were reflected in this small sanctuary.