LunaMoon7: Thank you. You are indeed the only reviewer I currently
have. Petunia was Patricia when this story takes place. I probably will
have Voldemort's attack on Lily and James, but other than that, they will
not be involved.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the plot. The rest is Ms. J. K. Rowling's creation.
Chapter 8: The Meeting
A few months after the wedding, King Justin died of what is now known as an overdose of alcohol. Because Patricia was planning her marriage to Lord Vincent in his castle, Justin's castle went to John and Rose.
Because the two newlyweds had already started work on a small castle of their own, they decided to give the castle to John's father and his friends, Godric Gryffindor, Rowena Ravenclaw, Helga Hufflepuff, and Salazar Slytherin, all of whom planned on using the castle as a school. To make sure that all of those who were in the deciding party found the castle a suitable learning place for the future students, a meeting and tour of the castle was held.
Rose and John had every servant in the castle running wild to ensure everything was perfect. Meanwhile, they paced across Rose's former bedchamber, where there was a great view of the drawbridge. Suddenly, without warning a large crack rang out that nearly shook everything off the castle walls. After all the smoke had cleared, the four expected guests appeared right in front of them.
"How in the world did they do that?" asked Rose, her eyes wide with amazement.
"Apparation. It's where you can move form one place to another within seconds at your destination," explained John.
"John, where are your manners? Do you not plan on introducing me to what I am guessing to be your lovely wife?" inquired Godric.
"Of course, father. This is Lady Rose Warren. We were married five months ago. We did send you an invitation, but it must not have gotten to you," replied John.
"Shall we begin the tour?" inquired Rose.
"I am impressed. You rarely find a muggle woman who is that straightforward and outspoken. Make sure not to lose her," answered Godric. "I believe we shall begin. We did not travel all this way to talk in an old bedchamber."
"What is a muggle?" Rose whispered in John's ear.
"Non-magic folk," explained John.
The tour commenced. With every room there was a small chatter amongst the visitors. As soon as the tour was over, the group met in the former throne room.
"It is decided. This is the perfect location. With some slight alterations, we shall make this the perfect educational environment for our students. My colleagues and I shall get letters sent out to the students. I have kept a record of all of the children of all the wizards that shows their record from the moment of conception to the day they turn eleven, the time of admittance to the school," explained Godric.
"That is wonderful, but how are you to hide this place from Muggles?" asked Rose.
"We shall cast a spell on the land to make it look like nothing more than a decrepit, irreparable shack to Muggle eyes," explained Godric.
"To keep this place from looking old, we shall have spells keeping it clean forever. We also shall put various other spells to give this our own special touches," added Rowena.
"All we now need to work on is what will be our limit on how we admit students," Helga mentioned.
"Now, now, let's not bore them with our ideas on the school. We really must be going," interrupted Godric. The foursome all filed out. Just as Godric was about to exit the room, Godric turned around and said, "By the way, I await to see your child coming to our school in eleven years."
"What do you mean?" asked John.
Godric let out a mild laugh. "You will see soon enough."
The same large crack that erupted only a few hours ago resumed, signifying that they had gone. Once the crack subsided, John and Rose looked at one another for a few minutes of silence. John was the one to break the silence.
"Do you have any idea of what he was talking about?" he asked.
"I don't know, but I do have an idea as to what he was getting at," replied Rose, rubbing her stomach.
A./N.: I hope you liked it. It's a little longer than I expected, but it isn't always a bad thing, is it? I just hope it wasn't overwritten. Whether you enjoyed the story or not, I would appreciate it if you would be so kind as to review. If you review, you will find your name and a thank you right before the chapter. Please keep on reading!!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the plot. The rest is Ms. J. K. Rowling's creation.
Chapter 8: The Meeting
A few months after the wedding, King Justin died of what is now known as an overdose of alcohol. Because Patricia was planning her marriage to Lord Vincent in his castle, Justin's castle went to John and Rose.
Because the two newlyweds had already started work on a small castle of their own, they decided to give the castle to John's father and his friends, Godric Gryffindor, Rowena Ravenclaw, Helga Hufflepuff, and Salazar Slytherin, all of whom planned on using the castle as a school. To make sure that all of those who were in the deciding party found the castle a suitable learning place for the future students, a meeting and tour of the castle was held.
Rose and John had every servant in the castle running wild to ensure everything was perfect. Meanwhile, they paced across Rose's former bedchamber, where there was a great view of the drawbridge. Suddenly, without warning a large crack rang out that nearly shook everything off the castle walls. After all the smoke had cleared, the four expected guests appeared right in front of them.
"How in the world did they do that?" asked Rose, her eyes wide with amazement.
"Apparation. It's where you can move form one place to another within seconds at your destination," explained John.
"John, where are your manners? Do you not plan on introducing me to what I am guessing to be your lovely wife?" inquired Godric.
"Of course, father. This is Lady Rose Warren. We were married five months ago. We did send you an invitation, but it must not have gotten to you," replied John.
"Shall we begin the tour?" inquired Rose.
"I am impressed. You rarely find a muggle woman who is that straightforward and outspoken. Make sure not to lose her," answered Godric. "I believe we shall begin. We did not travel all this way to talk in an old bedchamber."
"What is a muggle?" Rose whispered in John's ear.
"Non-magic folk," explained John.
The tour commenced. With every room there was a small chatter amongst the visitors. As soon as the tour was over, the group met in the former throne room.
"It is decided. This is the perfect location. With some slight alterations, we shall make this the perfect educational environment for our students. My colleagues and I shall get letters sent out to the students. I have kept a record of all of the children of all the wizards that shows their record from the moment of conception to the day they turn eleven, the time of admittance to the school," explained Godric.
"That is wonderful, but how are you to hide this place from Muggles?" asked Rose.
"We shall cast a spell on the land to make it look like nothing more than a decrepit, irreparable shack to Muggle eyes," explained Godric.
"To keep this place from looking old, we shall have spells keeping it clean forever. We also shall put various other spells to give this our own special touches," added Rowena.
"All we now need to work on is what will be our limit on how we admit students," Helga mentioned.
"Now, now, let's not bore them with our ideas on the school. We really must be going," interrupted Godric. The foursome all filed out. Just as Godric was about to exit the room, Godric turned around and said, "By the way, I await to see your child coming to our school in eleven years."
"What do you mean?" asked John.
Godric let out a mild laugh. "You will see soon enough."
The same large crack that erupted only a few hours ago resumed, signifying that they had gone. Once the crack subsided, John and Rose looked at one another for a few minutes of silence. John was the one to break the silence.
"Do you have any idea of what he was talking about?" he asked.
"I don't know, but I do have an idea as to what he was getting at," replied Rose, rubbing her stomach.
A./N.: I hope you liked it. It's a little longer than I expected, but it isn't always a bad thing, is it? I just hope it wasn't overwritten. Whether you enjoyed the story or not, I would appreciate it if you would be so kind as to review. If you review, you will find your name and a thank you right before the chapter. Please keep on reading!!
