"Two beautiful maids!" the midwife announced cheerfully. "How shalt thou name them?"
She looked to the newly-made father for an answer. He and his wife were each cradling a baby in their arms, and both looked tired, but ecstatic at the same time.
Zeke smiled. "Tulia, my love, it seems we had scarce little need to quarrel over what the name shouldst be if the baby were a girl. Now we can each name one."
Tulia gazed adoringly down at the dark-haired, dark-eyed baby in her arms, and nodded. "Marina Ezekia will be this one's name."
Zeke held his daughter close, stroking the wisps of red hair back from her face. "And this one Anais Tulia," he said softly. The baby blinked, her bright emerald eyes wide and curious.
Louisa couldn't sleep. She was lying in her bed, and something was annoying her. There was a sound- a soft scratchy sound, just on the edge of hearing, and it seemed to be coming from the wall next to her bed. She was imagining things- she must be. Anyway, she was a Gryffindor, not to mention Head Girl- she was supposed to be brave. Even if there was a noise, what did it matter? It was nothing to do with her.
Her brain had other ideas, however, and refused to let her sleep until she got to the bottom of it. She sat up, pushing the covers off her.
"Lumos," she whispered, and her wand tip lit up, illuminating the sleeping forms of her fellow 7th years.
Getting down on her hunkers, she moved across to the patch of wall where the noise seemed to be coming from. Squinting in the dim light, she could see that one of the bricks looked slightly looser than the others. She put her ear to it. Yes, that was the one, no question.
She tapped it gently with her wand and it slid noiselessly out of place, hovering in the air over her bed. Louisa peered into the space the brick had left, and her breath caught in her throat.
There was an old, yellowing piece of parchment lying in the hole, seemingly some kind of family tree. What was odder still was that there was a battered goose-feather quill writing on the parchment of its own accord. It finished its script with a flourish, and dropped lifeless on the parchment. Cautiously, Louisa reached out and picked up the parchment, her eyes widening as she read.
The Gryffindor/Slytherin Family Tree
- Started by Anais Slytherin, Gryffindor prefect.
Salazar + Lynurea Slytherin Godric + Amara Gryffindor
Ezekiel Slytherin+ Tulia Gryffindor
Anais Slytherin & Marina Slytherin
(twins)
On and on it went, tracing the family down over the centuries. Louisa read to the bottom of Marina's tree first, and froze when she saw the last name.
Tom Riddle
Her mind was in turmoil. It did not surprise her that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named was descended from Salazar Slytherin, but Godric Gryffindor? That was strange indeed. But there was stranger still to come. Louisa went back up to the top, and followed Anais' tree this time. A few generations on, there was a note that the only offspring had been a squib, and from then on the family had had no contact with the magical world, the later generations believing themselves to be Muggles, as they knew nothing of their ancestors people.
Beside the second last name, however, there was a note saying that now, finally, there had been a witch born into the family. Louisa glanced at the name, and gave a start when she realised she recognised it.
Lily Potter
Louisa knew Lily. After all, who didn't? Lily had been Head Girl when Louisa first became a Prefect. Then suddenly she realised what the quill had been writing. She looked over at the parchment again, and saw a name underneath Lily's, the ink still wet and glistening.
Harry Potter
((A/N: This story is not true in any of my other stories. And btw, I own nothing, I forgot to do the disclaimer at the start.))