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Chapter 1, maybe 2 I will.
A/N: This story is one of my favourites. It is a complicated and weaving plot. Be prepared to learn a lot and not understand half of it. Now R&R. I want atleast five reviews before I post again next week!!!!
The Children of the Hollow
Prologue
*~*
Godric stared moodily at the golden orb in his hand. It was worth a lot and held a great deal of responsibility. Yet it had been bestowed upon him. It is funny how such a small object could hold so much power.
The door into the large dank room in which Godric was sitting, opened. Four women entered the room. They too held the titles of Protector.
"Dear old Godric. You wanted to be a Protector did you not? Why are you brooding so?" It was the tallest of the four that spoke.
"Rowena, I am not brooding. I am merely thinking about what we should do now that Aunt Mildred is dead."
"Yes, what shall we do? We do not know enough yet. The oldest of us is only seventeen."
"Eighteen, Salmalia," Two other adolescents had entered the room. One was a tall blond male, the one who had spoken. The other was a short redhead female with frizzy hair and freckles. "Don't forget about us, Silver Protectors."
Godric smiled. "We would never dare to do such a thing. But back to the problem." His smile faded. "Our job is to educate sorcerors and protect them. To fight for peace and justice. But they won't listen. It has already been two days and I already know that."
"If I may interrupt Godric," it was the blond male.
"Yes, go ahead Salazar."
"Thank you. You see, Helga and I were thinking that we should aim for the younger generation. You know, start a school."
"A school!" cried Rowena. ":What a wonderful idea!"
"Well if you want to wait twenty years before seeing a difference, sure." The youngest of them, Rowena's sister, Robin, had spoken. "I think we should take a more direct approach."
"Well," said Godric. "I think a school's a great idea. But we don't need seven founders." He gazed at Robin. He could tell by the looks on their faces, that his sisters Lunetta and Salmalia were not with him on this. "So I opt that Robin, Lunetta and Salmalia go and try to convince the older generation that we can do our job while the rest of us." He looked meaningfully at Rowena, Helga and Salazar. "start that school."
They all nodded jovially, happy to be doing what they wanted. But by separating the Protectors, Godric had made a fatal mistake.
~**~**~**~
Eleven years had passed since that conversation. Godric, Salazar, Helga and Rowena stood at the front of the room. Their new students were now entering through the giant doors.
Gryffindor castle had now been converted into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, which was currently starting it's fifth year. There was a total of 31 students between the sges of 11 and 17 at the school. Fourteen of them were Muggleborn, or as Salazar said, Mudbloods.
Salazar had begun to drift away from the others. He believed that the 'Mudbloods" were not worthy of learning at the same school as purebloods.
This worried Godric. Salazar had never been this way as a child. He sighed. Maybe this hadn't been such a good idea after all. Maybe listening had been a foolish mistake.
~**~**~**~
Nine more years had passed. There were now around 200 students in the school. Approximately a quarter of them were Muggleborn.
The rift between Salazar and the others had grown even more. Finally one cold October morning Godric lost his temper. He told Salazar to leave.
Salazar was only to happy to do so. But, unfortunately, there was something standing in his way. The orbs.
Just then two ornate winged horses, one gold, one silver appeared. The gold one spoke. "You chose the right path but something happened. Somebody chose wrong and was corrupted by evil. Now the entire wizarding will suffer." There was a faint pop and the five golden orbs appeared around it's head. Another pop and two silver orbs appered around the silver horses head. "Slytherin has turned away. The Protectors can work no longer. Corruption will grow until Salazar or one of his descendants can embrace purity." And in a puff of sparkling smoke they disappeared.
Salazar stared for a moment then sneered and walked out the door.
Godric sighed. He reached into his pocket to use the orb, but it wasn't there. The orb was gone. He had failed. The Protectors of the Hollow had been corrupted.
A/N: This story is one of my favourites. It is a complicated and weaving plot. Be prepared to learn a lot and not understand half of it. Now R&R. I want atleast five reviews before I post again next week!!!!
The Children of the Hollow
Prologue
*~*
Godric stared moodily at the golden orb in his hand. It was worth a lot and held a great deal of responsibility. Yet it had been bestowed upon him. It is funny how such a small object could hold so much power.
The door into the large dank room in which Godric was sitting, opened. Four women entered the room. They too held the titles of Protector.
"Dear old Godric. You wanted to be a Protector did you not? Why are you brooding so?" It was the tallest of the four that spoke.
"Rowena, I am not brooding. I am merely thinking about what we should do now that Aunt Mildred is dead."
"Yes, what shall we do? We do not know enough yet. The oldest of us is only seventeen."
"Eighteen, Salmalia," Two other adolescents had entered the room. One was a tall blond male, the one who had spoken. The other was a short redhead female with frizzy hair and freckles. "Don't forget about us, Silver Protectors."
Godric smiled. "We would never dare to do such a thing. But back to the problem." His smile faded. "Our job is to educate sorcerors and protect them. To fight for peace and justice. But they won't listen. It has already been two days and I already know that."
"If I may interrupt Godric," it was the blond male.
"Yes, go ahead Salazar."
"Thank you. You see, Helga and I were thinking that we should aim for the younger generation. You know, start a school."
"A school!" cried Rowena. ":What a wonderful idea!"
"Well if you want to wait twenty years before seeing a difference, sure." The youngest of them, Rowena's sister, Robin, had spoken. "I think we should take a more direct approach."
"Well," said Godric. "I think a school's a great idea. But we don't need seven founders." He gazed at Robin. He could tell by the looks on their faces, that his sisters Lunetta and Salmalia were not with him on this. "So I opt that Robin, Lunetta and Salmalia go and try to convince the older generation that we can do our job while the rest of us." He looked meaningfully at Rowena, Helga and Salazar. "start that school."
They all nodded jovially, happy to be doing what they wanted. But by separating the Protectors, Godric had made a fatal mistake.
~**~**~**~
Eleven years had passed since that conversation. Godric, Salazar, Helga and Rowena stood at the front of the room. Their new students were now entering through the giant doors.
Gryffindor castle had now been converted into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, which was currently starting it's fifth year. There was a total of 31 students between the sges of 11 and 17 at the school. Fourteen of them were Muggleborn, or as Salazar said, Mudbloods.
Salazar had begun to drift away from the others. He believed that the 'Mudbloods" were not worthy of learning at the same school as purebloods.
This worried Godric. Salazar had never been this way as a child. He sighed. Maybe this hadn't been such a good idea after all. Maybe listening had been a foolish mistake.
~**~**~**~
Nine more years had passed. There were now around 200 students in the school. Approximately a quarter of them were Muggleborn.
The rift between Salazar and the others had grown even more. Finally one cold October morning Godric lost his temper. He told Salazar to leave.
Salazar was only to happy to do so. But, unfortunately, there was something standing in his way. The orbs.
Just then two ornate winged horses, one gold, one silver appeared. The gold one spoke. "You chose the right path but something happened. Somebody chose wrong and was corrupted by evil. Now the entire wizarding will suffer." There was a faint pop and the five golden orbs appeared around it's head. Another pop and two silver orbs appered around the silver horses head. "Slytherin has turned away. The Protectors can work no longer. Corruption will grow until Salazar or one of his descendants can embrace purity." And in a puff of sparkling smoke they disappeared.
Salazar stared for a moment then sneered and walked out the door.
Godric sighed. He reached into his pocket to use the orb, but it wasn't there. The orb was gone. He had failed. The Protectors of the Hollow had been corrupted.