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Godric

I thought I would never regain my wounded pride after the incident with Hearne's over 'playful' game in the forest. It was Godric who taught me otherwise.

I had returned glumly back to Hogwarts Castle with Miss Cassia admonishing my stupidity at being ambushed in the forest.

"Don't you know how dangerous the forest are to be nigh during those hours… or at any hour?" Miss Cassia snorted in between large gulps of air. One would have thought I had been asked to be attacked the way she rebuked me.

I patched myself up and went to the chambers where Salome, my dutiful elder sister, ranted at me for my stupidity.

Believe me, I was glad when I fell asleep in her mid – raving.

A few days passed without much happening. I was still very itchy from the poison ivy and I spent my time avoiding Odelle Throckmorton who laughed hysterically in my direction every time she saw me. I was also avoiding Hearne Gryffindor; but that was not difficult to do. He would not be associated with the likes of me.

I finished my healers work and left straight for my chambers. Salome would bring me something to eat.

However on the fifth day, I was so sick and tired of being confined to the healer's chamber or my sleeping quarters, I brusquely walked out from the side of the castle and round the back of the stables where I knew I shouldn't be bothered.

I was wrong.

A hand reached out and squeezed my shoulders. Before I could jump up and run away. Godric Gryffindor ungracefully plonked down beside me.

"Didn't know your attacker, eh?" he asked a strange glint in his eyes.

I shook my head to clear my thoughts; I knew how guilty I had seemed.

"Then if you didn't know your attacker, why did you lie to protect them?" Godric continued blinking innocently and glancing at me with large almond shaped eyes.

"I – er – I – well…"

"It was Hearne," Godric stated matter – of – fact. He must have read from my blank face confusion because he added simply in a dark tone, "My brother…"

I sighed heavily and turned my head away.

"It was Hearne!" Godric cried, standing up. "Why didn't you say something?"

I shrugged my shoulders. "Would any have believed me?"

Godric's face darkened considerably as he sat once more beside me and stretched out his legs. "I would have..."

I snorted in reply.

"...and my poor father would have."

I glanced incredulously over at Godric who was blushing furiously and glaring as if captivated in the other direction.

"I'm sorry."

It was Godric's turn to snort. "You shouldn't be," he said bitterly, "Hearne was the one who blinded you and abandoned you in the middle of the forest."

Godric fumbled through the folds of his robes for a few moments before holding up an object. My wand. My wand broken into pieces.

"Hearne was gloating," Godric said returning my wand. I mumbled my thanks embarrassed and angry to see Hearne's destruction and his gloating about what he had done.

"That's how I knew he done it. So I took your wand." Godric shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly

I opened my mouth to say something but no willing words came forth. It was only when Godric scrambled to his feet, mumbling apologies that he was suppose to attending his study that I realized how long we had sat in silence in each others company.

It came to pass that another powerful wizarding family came to the Gryffindor stronghold. The Malfreds.

The Malfreds were (and still are) the most powerful wizarding family in England, Wales, Ireland and even France. If you were to ask my personal opinion – the world would be a much better place without the Malfreds bothering 'lesser' wizards.

I know my reputation in the wizarding world is hardly without blemish and perhaps you think it strange that I think so little of a pure blooded family. But my mind was firmly made up not long after seeing them for the first time and has not changed over my many years.

According to the Malfreds, the Gryffindors were no better than common peasants. I hated the way Adrian Malfreds (or more correctly Lord Adrian d'Malfreds) treated Sir Elric Gryffindor. The Gryffindors are what the Malfred clan referred to 'new blood' – a new clan with power in the region.

I once comforted a rather angry Godric Gryffindor with the fact that his clan proved themselves and earned their right as a family of influence. The Malfreds have done nothing for our kind but sit on their fancy backsides and watch as others like the Gryffindors made the sacrifices.

Oh, where was I?

That's right, the Malfreds came to Hogwarts Castle...

There was a great procession all the inhabitants of Hogwarts Castle turned out to see the great lords. I was standing with my sister, Salome on a low balcony. I had been up most of the night with a sick child who died in the early hours of the morning. Briona and I spent hours with the grief stricken mother – but alas she could not be comforted.

Lord d'Malfreds came first riding on a large black beast of a stallion. I swear its eyes were almost crimson.

A boy with fair hair, so extreme it was nearly snowy white, followed the great Lord. A permanent sneer was plastered on his face as if he surveyed the world about him with immeasurable distaste.

For a brief moment our eyes locked and the sneer grew dark. In those moments I hated him. Perhaps you think this was unreasonable of me. But my instinct warned me well of this character.

We would soon clash.

Godric came hurtling into my shared chambers in a flurry of a half buttoned cloak and wide excited eyes.

I had not yet been accustomed to Godric's excitable moods and so I woke with a shock as the young master of Hogwarts Castle bustled in with a cry of glee.

As soon as I realised it wasn't a dragon bursting into my room to disembowel me, I sunk straight back into my nice warm cushions and blankets.

Godric snorted loudly and pulled at my covers. "Come on! My father's gone with d'Malfreds we can go anywhere on the grounds unchecked!"

I rolled over unimpressed. It had been a gruelling night in the healers' apartments and Miss Cassia had given me a day off.

I heard Godric's footsteps leading away and soon returning. I thought nothing of this movement until I was on the receiving end of a cold bucketful of water.

("That's the spirit!" the magical mirror cried from the other chamber.)

I sat up spluttering and glared up at Godric's beaming face. I don't exactly know when we became friends – I think Godric just took it into his mind that we were friends. One could hardly say no to the lord's son and besides, I was happy for one friendly face in the castle.

"I can take my horse and we'll borrow one for you," Godric directed. I looked into his face trying with all my might to make my scowl deepen. Godric was not used to being denied anything.

However as the mention of the horses sunk into my mind, I realized something with a sinking feeling of horror. "I can't ride!"

Godric laughed, turned his back, and through my day clothes at me so that hit me in the face. "I'll be waiting by the stables."

To say I am comfortable on a horse would be a gross overstatement. To this day, I can barely stand the stubborn four legged fools. Though Godric tells me it is the fool who is trying to ride them.

My first lesson was nothing less of a disaster and incident I would rather forget.

We abandoned the horses and wisely opted to use our own two feet to wander down to the lake. It would have been a wonderful day if only Malfreds had not turned up and on his arm was the only woman I would ever grow to hate with such loathing...the feeling was mutual.

Odelle simpered and prattled as she hung onto the lord's arm.

"Easy conquest," Godric nodded at the pair.

I grinned foolishly, "They suit each other."

Godric pulled a face as he surveyed them darkly. "I don't know who to feel sorry for."

We both threw our heads back and laughed which unfortunately alerted Malfred and Odelle to our presence. Furthermore the stuck up lord was making his way directly over to us.

"Uhoh." Godric stood and automatically brushed himself off, even though to my standards he looked immaculate.

"Tarrance!" Godric cried with false cheeriness as he grasped the young lord's arm.

"Godric," Oscar Malfred said with less enthusiasm staring me up and down with disdain. I stared back defiantly; I was learning not to let the upper classes not to make me feel inferior. It was something Godric was able to teach quite well, despite his failure at horse riding lessons.

"Who's this scoundrel?" Tarrance asked without thought or feeling for myself. It was like I didn't exist.

"Salazar Slytherin," I curtly replied before Godric could part his lips to reply for me, "I'm the healer. And I would appreciate it if you spoke to me instead of about me to my companion. Good breeding demands, doesn't it Godric?"

The shock written all over Tarrance d'Malfred's face was golden. Godric froze beside me his expression clearly saying oh-my-God-you-fool-Salazar-now-I-have-to-rescue-you.

"Erm… yes," Godric replied before realizing what he was saying.

"Don't tell me you know what good breeding is Salazar Slytherin," Odelle sneered.

"I would have a better inclination than you my dear," I said carelessly turning my back.

My heart was beating so fast in my chest. I had just rebuked the son of one of the most powerful wizarding nobles in Britian – heck Europe. And it felt good!

"Insolent SWINE!"

I had been a fool. I could feel the cold steel of Tarrance's thin blade against the exposed white of my neck. I shivered in fear.

Frozen in fear I heard the sound of clash of steel upon steel.

"Leave him!" I heard Godric snap harshly.

Turning my head slightly I saw that the other boys weren't too far behind me. Tarrance spat at me then swaggered away.

"The pig isn't worth it anyway..."

I should have learned my lesson from Hearne. Never mess with bratty insolent rich lads - you'll live to regret it later.

Then again. Never mess with Salazar Slytherin. I've gotten accustomed to having the last laugh.