Disclaimer: Nope... still haven't managed to transfigure into JK Rowling... I'll keep trying shall I?

Chapter Six Confrontations

Godric Gryffindor easily outstripped Helga and Rowena as he lurched forward. He raced up the stairs to the Entrance Hall and stopped in utter shock and amazement.

A boy clawed his way up the brick wall trying to stand weakly, only to fall his knees. Godric could see the glistening of blood where his fingers had trailed down the cold.

The boy glanced up at Godric, his emerald eyes wide in pain and shock. Blood dripped lazily from the corners of his mouth as he coughed, his chest contrasted painfully. He pushed himself into a kneeling position with difficulty, almost choking on his own blood.

Godric lowered his wand in apprehension and glanced quickly about the room when Helga and Rowena stood by his shoulders.

"Crucio!" The spell hit the boy square in the back he fell forwards on his face, twitching and writhing but he seemed far too exhausted to scream.

Feeling a growl forming in his throat, Godric raised his wand searching for the boy's tormentor.

But a point in the middle of his back warned him of his own danger. "Drop your wand and kick them to the side," hissed a commanding voice. Helga and Rowena obeyed without question. Godric remained firm; no one threatened him and lived to tell the tale.
"Drop your wand," the voice repeated.
Again Godric refused.

"Very well," the voice in Godric's ear sounded somewhat excited, "bring the boy in."
Godric started and dared to turn his face to see as the lead a squirming Ahawn into the Entrance Hall.

Ahawn was brought around and dumped unceremoniously at Godric's feet. Even with his head bowed, Godric could tell that Ahawn was sobbing yet he could not hear anything.

"Silence charm…" one of the attackers came into view. Godric found himself starting into the white boned mask. The attacker swiftly stepped forward and grabbing a handful of Ahawn's hair wrenched his head backwards swiftly. Godric saw with sinking spirits his son's sweaty brow and terrified eyes, they had applied crucio on his son!

"Drop your wand." Godric wavered on the spot. He could not bear to see his son's tortured eyes. "Drop it."

Staring hatefully into the man's eyes Godric did as he was told. His heard his wand fall with a dull clink.

"Kick it away…" Out of the corner of his eye, Godric saw the original boy move slightly. Why not? Godric kicked his wand as hard as he could, just by the boy's outstretched fingers.

The attackers were too busy leering in his face to realise the boy had pocketed Godric's wand and was pulling out his own…

"S – s – stu-pfy…" the boy gasped through his pain. The attacker that was standing over Godric fell stunned. But before Godric could let out a whoop of victory, a dozen crucio curses filled the air simultaneously hitting the boy.

The boy fell limply completely still, his body was not even twitching from the renewed torture… Was he dead?

Firm hands grabbed Godric from behind, wrenching his arms so hard that Godric thought they would come out of their sockets. He would have struggled or fought or done something if not for Ahawn's teary face or the women. He knew he could not do anything to endanger their lives.

Hearing the high pitched protests of the ladies behind him, Godric growled threateningly, "I'll cut your heart out if you harm them."
The attackers merely laughed heartily and shook their heads. "You are not in the position for making threats my friend."

Godric and his unhappy party had been escorted through the castles and down into the dank dungeons were they had been looked in a cramped uncomfortable cell. The only sound they could hear was the soft whimper of Ahawn, who lay crumpled on the ground.

Godric sat stiffly his back pressed tightly to the wall. The boy from the Entrance Hall was alive. He had seen him being dragged by his arms into a nearby room. If only they could escape and rescue him.

Hufflepuff looked about teary faced; Godric knew she was feeling completely helpless. Ravenclaw, however merely looked bored.

"Ahawn," Godric called softly. Ahawn lifted his face from the ground, "Come here." Instead of standing Ahawn crawled on his all fours to his father's feet where he kneeled, biting his lower lip.

Godric leant forward and with his warrior hands brushed Ahawn hair free from his dirty face. "It'll be okay."
Ahawn nodded affably.

Rowena Ravenclaw however snorted loudly and Godric was obliged to send a look of daggers in her direction.

Very slowly Godric wrapped his arms around Ahawn and pressed his forehead against his son's so that he could see the tears clinging to Ahawn's lashes. "I will protect you, Ahawn…"

Godric brought Ahawn tightly into his chest, so that he could feel every quiver of the boy's trembling body.
"Diolch yn fawr, tad," Ahawn murmured, reverting back into his native tongue.
"Croeso," Godric replied brushing his hand through Ahawn's hair. Godric felt Ahawn's shuddering sigh and his body relax limply in his arms.

Thinking that Ahawn had fallen asleep in his arms, Godric was surprised when Ahawn pushed his body away and looking into his eyes. "Father…"
"Hmmm…" Godric moaned in reply.

"Father…" Poor Ahawn looked lost he glanced at Helga and Rowena who were busy with their own conversation.
"What's wrong Ahawn?"
Ahawn glanced fervently into Godric's face as if pleading for understanding.
"Ahawn?"
"IamnotyoursonamI?" Ahawn gabbled quickly – he couldn't get the words out of his mouth quick enough.
Godric shook his head. "Pardon?"

Ahawn sighed heavily, taking another look at Rowena and Helga. "I am not your real son… am I?"

Godric stiffened; he had not expected Ahawn to bring up the subject himself. Chancing a glance at Helga and Rowena he saw that they too were eagerly awaiting his answer.

Godric cleared his voice and forced the word from his lips "No…"
Ahawn frowned his head bowed forwards so that Godric could not see his tell-tale eyes.
"Ahawn…"
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"Ahawn please not now."
"Father, tell me. If not now when?"

Godric could not help but feel slightly heartened Ahawn had still called him father. Or was that only out of habit the word had spilled from his tongue?

"I was afraid, Ahawn."
"You afraid? Of what?" Ahawn could not help looking slightly cross. Was his father playing games with him?
"I was afraid," Godric said seriously, "Of loosing you."
"Loosing me?" Ahawn raised his head slightly to stare bemusedly into his father's eyes.
Godric nodded once.
"If you told me earlier you wouldn't have had to worry about that…" Ahawn continued practically.

"Here, here," Rowena muttered from her corner. Helga rolled her eyes. Ahawn jumped and turned his head to look at the ladies. He had started to forget about them. His cheeks burned in embarrassment.

"Thankyou, Rowena you're not helping," Godric muttered under his breath before turning purposefully towards Ahawn and took his shoulders gently, "I thought you were too young to understand."
"Phwf…I'm not stupid father," Ahawn protested with tight lips.
"I know." Godric ruffled Ahawn's hair (which Ahawn did not appreciate).
"Then you should stop treating me like an idiot," Ahawn almost snapped as he tried in vain to flatten his hair.

Ahawn leant against his father's chest and said suddenly as if the thought had only just occurred to him, "Then where do I come from?"
"I found you," Godric offered simply hoping to dampen his son's curiosity about his own past.
"Where?"
"In your blankets…"
"But where…?"

"He found you abandoned in the woods," Helga called from her corner, unable to stand the conversation any longer. Godric glared at her.
Hufflepuff waved her arms about defensively. "What? He was going to wheedle it out of you somehow."

"Why would I be in the woods?" Understanding dawned on Ahawn's young face. "She didn't want me!"
"Ahawn," Godric murmured softly.
Ahawn pushed himself to a seated position. "My own mother abandoned me in the forest…"
"Ahawn."
"She had left me to die there hadn't she…?"

"Ahawn." Godric leant forward and wrapped his arms around Ahawn's quivering frame and pulled him tightly to his chest. "I didn't leave you there."
Ahawn sniffled and looked into Godric's face. "If I was a muggle would you have rescued me?"

Instead of answering that in your mother would have kept you if you were born a muggle, Godric simply replied, "Must I answer that one?"

Ahawn grinned up at Godric through his tears. "No father. You don't."

Below is some translation from Welsh (I hope) and English to help you out.
Illeanah

"Diolch yn fawr, tad,"
Thankyou very much, father
"Croeso,"
You're Welcome