It was quiet as ever in Gryffindor common room the fire slowly dying down as time ticked away as three teenagers looked forlornly into it.
"I'm going back." Harry muttered quietly
"I'm going with you!" Ron jumped up
"No your not!" Both Hermione and Harry exclaimed
"I want…no, I need to do this by myself." Harry spoke dismally
"You can't go now it's after hours." Hermione persisted
"Hermione!" Ron groaned
"No, Ron, she's right I'll go in the morning."
"But Harry…" Ron started
"No buts, Ron, it's final." Harry headed for the dormitory.
Morning came to quickly for anyone's liking and Harry left the common room with Hermione's pleas for him not to go ringing in his ears.
He jumped into the chamber and without a word Rowena's Ghost pointed towards a small opening, he nodded and went through. When he came to the end he entered a spacious room with two blazing torches on the walls. Since there was nothing in the room Harry knew there was only one way the diary would come to him and he rubbed his head softly at the memories just waiting until…
WHAM! It hit his head; he was on his back from the impact it took on his head.
"Ouch!" He said irritably "It always manages to hit me in the same spot…incredible."
He walked over and hesitantly picked up the diary that he had been most anxious to see since he knew of the diaries. Like the others written at the bottom in gold lettering was an inscription but this one said something different. It said: The Chronicles of Godric Gryffindor. He opened the old leather binding and wrote:
Hello Godric I'm Harry Potter and I need to find your chamber and I need you to show me your memories if that is all right with you.
Hello young Harry I'd be delighted to show you my memories why don't we go now and don't worry about finding my chamber I'll bring it to you.
Harry was sucked head first into the depths of Godric's memories.
He was in the staffroom and there at a table was Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff. Just then Gryffindor swiftly entered the room.
"I have called upon you to tell you that I just left the Ministry and have very bad news." Godric said
"Well what is it?" Helga asked
"Our heirs share a prophecy and mine has another one on top of it all." Godric replied sullenly
"What do they say Godric?" Rowena questioned
"That's what angers me right now!" He exclaimed
"They're that bad?" Helga said shocked
"No the Ministry wouldn't tell me the contents of both the prophecies because one has not been spoken yet but has been foreseen to be spoken in centuries to come and the other is too confidential to know what it says." He spat angrily
"So we just wait?" Rowena spoke softly
"Yes and someday our heirs will find out about the prophecies."
"How long will we have to wait?"
"I don't know and that is what scares me the most."
He thrown into another memory and entered what is now the Headmaster's office. On a table were swords, daggers, and other weapons.
"Well in order for our heirs to defeat evil they will have to train with these and learn to use them." Godric explained
"So they will use these weapons?"
"Yes." He replied
"They will kill with them?"
"Yes, Rowena your heir will be able to inflict an icy pain upon their enemy." He grinned "And yours Helga will shock their rival in most excruciating ways…and mine will strike upon his adversary a fiery agonizing pain that will surpass the most deadly curse, hex, or spell.
"They will be able to use them in such skillful and swift ways that they will finally be able to conquer the darkest magic known to the wizarding world and the wizarding and muggle worlds alike will be able to live in peace."
His grin faded as Harry witnessed a different memory. He was outside of Hogwarts watching Godric and Salazar duel…with swords.
"You will never beat me Godric I am the best you will ever fight and I will be the last you ever do."
"Your over confidence is your weakness, Salazar."
"Your dependence on your friends and family is yours, Godric."
"I DON'T HAVE ANY FRIENDS AND FAMILY BECAUSE OF YOU!" He roared "You could have been a great wizard Salazar I know there is good in you but it is too late to release it."
As he said this he flung Salazar's sword out of his hand he stood over a fallen Salazar with the point of his blade at Slytherin's throat.
"Are you going to kill me?" Salazar spoke with a smirk
"You were my friend Salazar you betrayed Rowena, Helga, and me how could you do this to us? You only wanted power for yourself you selfish pure-blood!" He moved the blade downward so it was pointing at his stomach "Sorry…" he whispered as he thrust the blade into his stomach angered with himself he staggered backwards.
"You fool." Salazar said as he flung a dagger at Godric, it hit him square in the chest and he fell down.
"Our heirs will defeat," He coughed up blood "yours Salazar…evil will be destroyed."
Those were his last words as both men lay dead on Hogwarts grounds blood staining their robes eyes open wide looking off in the distance.
Harry was thrown out of the diary and landed in Godric Gryffindor's chamber.