A/N: I think this is the most realistic of my Founder drabbles.
Warnings: None.
Disclaimer: Blah blah blah, Rowling, blah blah, not mine, blah blah, money, what money?
Summary: hp100 challenge. There was a demon behind her beautiful façade. Founderfic.
Sometimes, she was a demon from the bowels of Hell. She was not one to let her children—the precious young witches and wizards that looked to her for guidance—be hurt. It was quite a change from her normal manner, and sometimes she was feared as much as the Muggles with the horrible torches. But all fears were soothed when she quickly returned to regularity, procuring bottles of ointment or soothing potions out of hidden pockets in her robes. Helga was the epitome of a mother, despite having no children of her own. Nobody would dare touch her students.