Gryffindor's Prophecy
~* Hi, this story is one of my better idea's (I think) for a FanFic, at first, there's no coupling, but I might add in some Harry/Hermione (to those of you who like seeing them paired!). Anyway, here's my first chapter (in this Fic!). EDITED, made better, and longer. *~
Chapter 1 ~ A Thousand Years Later
Harry Potter awoke on the last day of the summer holidays. He was set to start his 6th year at his favourite school, Hogwarts. Harry had been having the strangest dream, involving Godric Gryffindor and Rowena Ravenclaw, at least, he thought it was them . . . and they were talking, something about a boy a thousand years in the future. Harry shook his head. No way. It's just another one of my fake dreams my brain makes up to confuse me.
Harry fumbled for his glasses. The room was much lighter when he had his glasses on. Harry had considered getting contacts, but he knew the Dursleys would never pay for them, and Harry only had wizard money.
In the kitchen, Dudley was scoffing down some pancakes and maple syrup. Harry had hoped, that with him being 16, the Dursleys would start treating him better. Actually, it had been the exact opposite. His Aunt and Uncle had started being nastier, obviously hoping that Harry would leave.
Harry realised that his horrible relatives wouldn't be much company, so he turned to leave.
'Stay right there boy.' Vernon Dursley growled. Harry sighed, what did he do now?
'What now?' Harry had started back-chatting his relatives when he turned 16.
'Aunt Marge is coming to visit this afternoon. You will be -'
'In my room, making no noise, pretending like I don't exist.' Harry said for his exceedingly beefy uncle.
'Wrong. You will be down here so that she can have a nice long chat with you. As you may remember her last visit . . .' Vernon Dursley trailed off.
'Yes Uncle Vernon.' Harry moaned. Not another visit from Aunt Marge. He silently hoped she wouldn't bring Ripper with her.
'Now go wash the car.' Vernon ordered. His once brand new car, was now a few years old, so Harry was allowed to touch it, but only to wash it. Dudley was getting driving lessons in Vernon's prized car. Harry thought it to be a waste of time when he could fly everywhere, good thing too, because had he asked his Uncle for a driving lesson, Vernon would have blown his top.
Harry trumped over to the car with a washer, bucket of water, and the wax. It took Harry a good 3 hours to clean the car before Vernon finally approved of his job. Harry was grateful that Vernon didn't ask him to sweep the driveway, he'd never get it done to perfection! There was a large willow tree which overlooked the driveway. Putting two and two together, Harry knew that leaves would keep falling over the driveway, and he would get yelled at.
When Harry had finished cleaning the car, he went up to his room. There were some interesting looking spell books lying over on his desk. Harry hadn't had the time to look over his spell books for most of the holidays, so he decided that a glance was in order.
Harry spent most of the night reading up on his school books. He found something which was slightly linked to his strange dream. Something about the four founders of Hogwarts: Godric Gryffindor, Helga Hufflepuff, Rowena Ravenclaw and Salazar Slytherin. He read up about it.
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"When Salazar Slytherin left the school, Godric Gryffindor was lead to believe that it was in his best interests to die. The only person present at his time of death was Rowena Ravenclaw. At the time, Helga Hufflepuff, being the only other founder around, blamed Rowena for Godric's death. But Rowena, being the smart witch she was, proved that Godric committed suicide. She told of the last words said by Godric Gryffindor:
'I have foreseen a boy, an extremely powerful boy, who will bring me to life a thousand years from now, and if I don't die soon, he will never remember me in history, and not fulfil his duties.'
No one knows what this came to mean, and no one knows if this will come true. Wizards and Witches around Europe are eagerly awaiting the year when this boy will bring back Godric Gryffindor from the dead."
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Harry closed the book. This was too ironic to be right. He needed sleep. Putting the book down, Harry set his glasses on his bedside table and lay down in bed, trying hard not to think about this whole thing with Godric Gryffindor.
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~* I finally updated this chapter, sorry about the whole confusing 7th year part in this chapter. That was my fault! Sorry for the inconvenience guys! *~
~Gryffindor Gal~
~* Hi, this story is one of my better idea's (I think) for a FanFic, at first, there's no coupling, but I might add in some Harry/Hermione (to those of you who like seeing them paired!). Anyway, here's my first chapter (in this Fic!). EDITED, made better, and longer. *~
Chapter 1 ~ A Thousand Years Later
Harry Potter awoke on the last day of the summer holidays. He was set to start his 6th year at his favourite school, Hogwarts. Harry had been having the strangest dream, involving Godric Gryffindor and Rowena Ravenclaw, at least, he thought it was them . . . and they were talking, something about a boy a thousand years in the future. Harry shook his head. No way. It's just another one of my fake dreams my brain makes up to confuse me.
Harry fumbled for his glasses. The room was much lighter when he had his glasses on. Harry had considered getting contacts, but he knew the Dursleys would never pay for them, and Harry only had wizard money.
In the kitchen, Dudley was scoffing down some pancakes and maple syrup. Harry had hoped, that with him being 16, the Dursleys would start treating him better. Actually, it had been the exact opposite. His Aunt and Uncle had started being nastier, obviously hoping that Harry would leave.
Harry realised that his horrible relatives wouldn't be much company, so he turned to leave.
'Stay right there boy.' Vernon Dursley growled. Harry sighed, what did he do now?
'What now?' Harry had started back-chatting his relatives when he turned 16.
'Aunt Marge is coming to visit this afternoon. You will be -'
'In my room, making no noise, pretending like I don't exist.' Harry said for his exceedingly beefy uncle.
'Wrong. You will be down here so that she can have a nice long chat with you. As you may remember her last visit . . .' Vernon Dursley trailed off.
'Yes Uncle Vernon.' Harry moaned. Not another visit from Aunt Marge. He silently hoped she wouldn't bring Ripper with her.
'Now go wash the car.' Vernon ordered. His once brand new car, was now a few years old, so Harry was allowed to touch it, but only to wash it. Dudley was getting driving lessons in Vernon's prized car. Harry thought it to be a waste of time when he could fly everywhere, good thing too, because had he asked his Uncle for a driving lesson, Vernon would have blown his top.
Harry trumped over to the car with a washer, bucket of water, and the wax. It took Harry a good 3 hours to clean the car before Vernon finally approved of his job. Harry was grateful that Vernon didn't ask him to sweep the driveway, he'd never get it done to perfection! There was a large willow tree which overlooked the driveway. Putting two and two together, Harry knew that leaves would keep falling over the driveway, and he would get yelled at.
When Harry had finished cleaning the car, he went up to his room. There were some interesting looking spell books lying over on his desk. Harry hadn't had the time to look over his spell books for most of the holidays, so he decided that a glance was in order.
Harry spent most of the night reading up on his school books. He found something which was slightly linked to his strange dream. Something about the four founders of Hogwarts: Godric Gryffindor, Helga Hufflepuff, Rowena Ravenclaw and Salazar Slytherin. He read up about it.
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"When Salazar Slytherin left the school, Godric Gryffindor was lead to believe that it was in his best interests to die. The only person present at his time of death was Rowena Ravenclaw. At the time, Helga Hufflepuff, being the only other founder around, blamed Rowena for Godric's death. But Rowena, being the smart witch she was, proved that Godric committed suicide. She told of the last words said by Godric Gryffindor:
'I have foreseen a boy, an extremely powerful boy, who will bring me to life a thousand years from now, and if I don't die soon, he will never remember me in history, and not fulfil his duties.'
No one knows what this came to mean, and no one knows if this will come true. Wizards and Witches around Europe are eagerly awaiting the year when this boy will bring back Godric Gryffindor from the dead."
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Harry closed the book. This was too ironic to be right. He needed sleep. Putting the book down, Harry set his glasses on his bedside table and lay down in bed, trying hard not to think about this whole thing with Godric Gryffindor.
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~* I finally updated this chapter, sorry about the whole confusing 7th year part in this chapter. That was my fault! Sorry for the inconvenience guys! *~
~Gryffindor Gal~