(As Hayden talked to McGonagall in the kitchen while making lunch)
"Potter, look."
"If you are referring to yourself, I will take care of that later!"
"What is it with you and always having sex on the mind? Anyway, he has a portrait of them like we have. But this one doesn't move. I don't understand that."
"It's almost as if it was done by a Muggle."
"Weren't the Hufflepuff's muggleborn?"
"Sure."
"That's why he was so passionate about letting everyone attend school. It's because of Harrison and Helga Hufflepuff. They were muggleborn, but turned out to be as great as the other three founders."
"How do you know about all of this Oliver?'
"I pay attention in History of Magic. And I read "A History of Hogwarts" quite often. McGonagall has some good books on them too. And there is a portrait of Godric in one of the secret passages."
Harry was dying with laughter. "That's priceless. You reading? They will never believe me!"
"It's because of people like you that there is no progress in the world!"
"I'm sorry Ollie. How about we finish this now. Hayden left them to us for a reason."
The portrait was much more subdued than the ones that Harry and Oliver possessed. It must have been from the bonding ceremony because they were all smiles. There were no sexual poses or lack of clothing. The two were sitting next to each other innocently enough. BUT they had rings on their left ring fingers. And Harrison's arm was a little high on Godric's thigh. The two were in dress robes, but they were white. White robes are only used for bonding ceremonies.
"Wood?"
"Yes?"
"Does this…"
Before Harry could continue, Oliver went in for the kiss. A little rushed but to the point. The two went through another box and experienced deja vu. The pictures of a young Godric with an even younger Harrison freaked the two out. They were mirror images. But there were inappropriate images. Which also created mirror images of Harry and Oliver.
"So is all of this true? Or is this a dream?"
"I sure hope not. I couldn't live without you."