Founder's Children: Book of Names

Summary: Eleven year after the disappearance of his secret lover, Godric Gryffindor finds out he has a son. The battle of morals and society expectations ensue. The Gryffindor clan will never be the same again.

Disclaimer: The founders of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry belong to JK Rowling. The world of HP in fact is hers and hers alone.

Prologue Lovers' Tears

Rain pattered against the cool glass of the chamber's single window. Under the luxurious warmth of the woollen blankets two lovers slept in each other's arms: their bodies entwining.

Or to be more precise only one of the lovers was asleep; Amiee De Saville stirred quietly and sat up in bed. Glancing around she moved gracefully and deliberately to cover her naked torso so not to wake her lover. Her long slender hands rubbed the warm scented skin of her arms; she could still feel her lover's breath upon the bare small of her back.

Her lover, a well built muscled gentleman, hummed comfortably in his slumber but otherwise did not awaken.

She sighed and listened as her breath wavered betraying her deep sense of conflict within her soul. Biting her lip hard she desperately fought away her tears and struggled to breathe quietly.

The tears continued to come moistening her flawless porcelain skin so that her face seemed to shine in the darkness. Her heart thumped against the thin ribs of her chest. She felt that she was physically being torn in two.

Amiee turned her head slightly and let her eyes wander over the body of the man that had held her heart. She felt a renewed sense of pain and fear as she remembered her father's accusations barely a week earlier.

Amiee let out a strangled sob covering her mouth as she did so. Her father had accused her lover of witchcraft and bewitching her senses. She new that on both accounts the man before her was guilty.

He was a wizard. Powerful and all knowing and she was the daughter of the parish priest – a muddle or something similar like that. Secondly she loved him like she loved no other. Her life meant nothing to her without him. And that was why she had to leave.

Her father was a deeply religious man and despite all her hopes, wishes and futile protestations he would not accept her lover. She knew time was working against their relationship. Her father would have him killed if he should suspect anything between his only daughter and her love.

The tears started to flow noiselessly down her porcelain cheeks that were now flushed a tinge of baby pink. She sighed and dressed a quietly as she could desperately looking about his chamber without looking at her love.

She knew she looked like a frightful mess she pulled her long rich ginger blonde hair up with a scarf and pulled a quill and parchment close to herself. Her father refused to teach her the rudiments of the art of reading and writing. She was only a woman after all.

Her slender hands shook as she wrote; he had taught her just as he taught her to ride a horse with one leg on each side and how to use knives in battle and how to smile… She grinned as she remembered all the good times. He was the only one in her life that had ever made her feel like she wasn't a waste of space. To him she was someone special someone he had declared was worthy of his love and admiration. And yet here she was attempting to break his heart.

'Not just his,' she thought bitterly.

Amiee's smile faded as she finished the note her soft sad grey eyes lingered on the parchment. He could not suspect anything… she could not have his life ripped away from him. She could not allow her father to kill him.

Very slowly she reached out for his cloak and wrapped it around her slender shoulders. This was it, she realised with a jolt of shock; this would be the last time she would lay eyes on her charming young man.

Her cousin Lariel had offered her refuge away from her heart but most of all her dreaded father. Her father thought she had gone to a nunnery but in fact she was fleeing the county… away to the lush green countryside of Wales.

Amiee's eyes softened as they lingered over the prone form of her lover. His strong caring hand flung over listlessly the side of his bed.

She knelt almost violently beside him and clutched his hand lightly pressing his warm skin to her trembling lips. "I love you Godric." She kissed his hand fervently. "I love you too much."

Amiee stood then fled the chamber and into the cold wet rainy night, tears streaming down her face.

Godric Gryffindor woke with a groan and a stretch. He blinked lazily as the sun came streaming into his chamber. He murmured and turned over but instead of finding the warm body of his lover nestled against his chest he found thin air.

Stopping himself from swearing, knowing how much Amiee hated it, he threw his bed covers unto the floor and stood up.

"Amiee…" he called. "Where are you?"

There was no answer. But on a small wooden desk he noticed his quill and parchment had been moved. He wandered over stretching and found a letter.

It was in her hand. He smiled and called for his lover over his shoulder for his lover again before opening the note.

'Dearest Godric,

My heart aches to tell you that I must leave you. I don't deserve your love or admiration. Please don't come and find me. There is another.

Amiee De Saville'

Godric felt his heart fall from his chest almost to his big toe. She had gone. There had been no warning of Amiee's troubles. He had no time to fix the problems and now she was in the arms of another.

Godric howled in anger and disbelief and his dear one's betrayal. He kicked the table in a fit of rage but could not find it in his heart to rip up the letter. It was the last thing he had of her… it was the only thing he had of her.

Instead he dressed hurriedly and pocketed the note and went down stairs. He would

wait in their usual haunt. Their secret place where they could meet in private.

But deep down in his heart he knew Amiee would not come for him… and he could not go to her in fear it would endanger her life. Who knew what her horrible muggle father was capable of?

Mud splattered Aimee's long skirt as she walked through the muddy road to her relative freedom. The only memoir of her past life with Godric Gryffindor was his rich red velvet cloak and his memory that played constantly in her mind. She knew his cloak made her a target for bandits but she held to the hem in desperation. It would be her own source of comfort as she entered into the life of a mere servant girl. She knew she would be treated no better than a slave by her cousin's lord but that was her only hope.

Aimee came to a corner to the road. She went to the edge and sat on a bolder. She had very few possessions with her packed tightly into a bundle sack. She pulled out a long brown patched cloak in disgust and swapped it with Godric's lovely cloak.

"I thought you weren't a comin'," a rough lady's voice said behind her. "It were raining hard all nigh' you should have waited, darl."

"Lariel!" Amiee cried throwing herself literally into her cousin's arms before she burst into tears once more.

"Now, now, darl. It is neaver as bad as it seems."

Amiee only cried harder. "I've been cursed! I've been cursed!" she wailed grabbing her cousin's collar of her dress.

"Calm down now, deary and talk proper like," Lariel chided gently. "What's this you a speakin' of curses?"

Amiee dried her tears ruefully and nodded in acquisition. "I suppose I ought to start at the very beginning."

"Hmmm… that would be good deary."

Amiee sniffed once more noisily and smiled sadly. "I was walking in the markets on Tuesday morn as I usually do, collecting the milk and bread for father when I was approached by this horrid old lady."

"Amiee!"

"Well she was a terrible wretched creature," Amiee said vehemently in her defence. "She started accusing me of being a whore in the marketplace in a loud voice."

"But you're not darling," Lariel comforted brushing her fingers through Amiee's hair. This was the moment Amiee had been dreading. Lariel only knew she was fleeing her father she did not know of her love for a wizard man.

"But I am, Lariel," Amiee sighed in a defeated tone. "I'm fleeing because of my love affair."

Lariel gasped aloud. "Dearest, say it isn't so."

"Tis true. All of it."

"No. It couldn't be."

"Please don't be coy with me Lariel. I need your help even more now… I… I'm… the old lady announced that I was with child."

Lariel only stared harshly at her.

"And I am," Amiee sobbed. "Godric has cursed me! I'm cursed with a wizard's seed!"