Hello and welcome to Serpents and Surprises(name pending). Before you continued I'd like to bring attention to the template I used for this story. Big thanks to Whitetigerwolf's Founder's Wife Challenge, so here it is. I planned on this being more detailed than my The Magic Swordswoman story. So let's see if I succeeded somewhat at the least.
Founder's Wife Challenge
FemHarry goes back in time and marries one of the four founder's of Hogwarts. I am posting this because there are only two femHarry/founder stories I was able to find.
Requirements:
- Harry is born a girl, not changed into one.
- Harry must be paired with and marry one of the Four Founders of Hogwarts
- Harry must be taught magic by her spouse(She will learn from him and he will learn from her.)
- Harry must travel back in time to meet her spouse
- If Harry goes back in time before Voldemort is defeated, she must return to the present (or whenever you took her from) with her spouse to fight Voldemort.
- Harry must have at least one child in the past.
- Harry must meet her spouse before Hogwarts has opened, and must teach there when it does for at least two years.
- Harry cannot have a house named after her.
- Harry must be the genius behind the Room of Requirement.
Recommended:
- Harry is raised in the founder's time.[Yes]
- Harry and her spouse de-age when they come to the future[Yes]
- lemons[Possibly]
- Harry goes back in time after her fourth year at Hogwarts[Maybe]
Without further adieu, let's get on with this story.
Chapter 1
Third Person POV
Not many knew that Magic was sentient, the force of nature manifested sometimes in physical form and in one of these times, Magic, called Hecate by the Greeks, found herself appalled. One of her children, a magic user, was placed in a home with her family, but this decision was horrible in the fact that said family hated Hecate's gift and abused the child for it, she was not even 3 years old yet!
So feeling slighted and feeling the righteous fury any mother worth her salt would. She strolled into the house unseen by the brutes and took the child into her arms and as she left, she placed a curse of misfortune on the family, for as long as they hated magic, they would have the worst of luck, only the son would be spared.
Upon finishing, Hecate looked at the child and blinked, "One moment child, this will sting a moment but someone's put a magic block on you. We can't have that, no."
As she cooed at the child magic summoned up the block and ripped it away, the child's core shifted and before her eyes, the girl's black hair bled out into an almost snow white icy-blonde color.
The child cried for a bit after, but Hecate smiled, "Better, now. I'm going to take you somewhere that you'll be able to live happily."
With those words, Magic herself reached for the power to manipulate time and with a loud pop they disappeared and it wouldn't be until 8 years later that the magical world would learn that young Morgan Lily Potter had disappeared and many years into the past, Morgan Titania Pendragon would be born on June 1st, 964, in hiding from the non-magicals with her family.
Years after and Morgan would find herself 14-years-old and live on a beside a lake of dark water with her Uncle.
One night while reading one of her mother's old tomes, she smiled. For years her father had taught her about her family and how for years her father's side of the family lived with the knowledge they have always been powerful users of magic and her mother was rumored to be the descendant of an extremely powerful sorceress. So she had, of course, decided that she would try and live up to her family's power heritage. So here she was concentrating and levitating water out of the lake every minute that passed she would levitate more merging it. she planned to do so until she could no longer hold it, it was all about endurance, how long could she hold the spell up.
So far she had a ball about as large as her midsection and was going to add more when she heard a rustling. Fearing the worst she dropped the bubble and rush to hide among the treeline behind her.
After a while from the forest, a group of people stepped out. The first was a tall, muscular boy, not much older than herself, with a lion-like mane of wavy red hair. He had green eyes and his skin was peach-colored skin, He wore rather worn and burned-looking, segmented red sword gauntlets adorned with gold fittings, red robes, as well as boots and armored gloves. The second was a girl with long, raven black hair and midnight blue eyes, she wore a long dress ending at her shins under a blue cloak. The third was a plump young woman with red hair and light blue eyes and wearing a yellow dress under a black cloak. The last was a handsome young man, older than the first, with rich, black hair and his eyes were a startling grey, he wore black robes under his green cloak.
All of them were stepping close to the lake and it was the red-haired young woman who spoke first.
"Have they already come through here? That girl seemed quick to run." She said frowning.
"They can't have, otherwise she wouldn't have been practicing at all, like the others." The girl spoke, she was frowning too, "but, she was training herself. Which means she most likely has some tomes or something."
Morgan's first thought was that it sounded like they were sorcerers too. Then she thought it might be a trick. So she stayed back.
"Hmm, what's this?" The grey-eyed man said and he picked up a tome, the same book Morgan had been looking at. Worried about the tome she summoned up her magic and silently conjured roped which slammed into the group and bound them before they could even react.
Morgan rushed over and grabbed the tome dusting it off and praying to Mother Magic that it wasn't damaged.
"I demand to be released at once!" The red-haired boy said and with her closer vantage point, she noted he didn't seem to be even a year older than her.
Morgan shrugged and looked at the others. The other girl turned out to be not much younger than Morgan herself was and the woman appeared to be the oldest of the group, upon looking over at the admittedly handsome young man, she felt the urge to say something and so she did,
"Sorry about all this."
However unknown to her, only the young man himself understood what she said, all the others heard was hissing, snake-like hissing, they'd heard several times along their journey from their companion. With her words said, she ran off with her tome in hand.
When she left the area, the group all felt the ropes fall off and saw them disperse into nothingness.
"That was your snake language, Parseltongue." The youngest of the group said surprised.
"Let's follow her, she might know a good place for us to build that castle and with the few magicals we've found, we can invite them. We might need some classrooms then." The parselmouth stated and began following after his fellow speaker.
Morgan ran until she reached the hill on which her home sat, but as soon as she reached the house, she stopped seeing her Uncle's home in flames and outside it, her uncle was fighting a bunch of people brandishing blades at him.
Remembering her Uncle's emergency protocols she ducked down hiding and watching in case she needed to run.
"Give up devil worshipper and you will have the chance to repent for your sins." One man, the only one sat upon a horse, said.
"Never! I am Edward Henry Ash, thirty-fifth head of the Ash family, My family has held fast against those who wish to hunt us and I will not give in to you!" Her uncle shouted.
Of course, he was just stalling, giving the men less time to check the house and find out she existed. The first hint of her family name, her mother's family name, would be dangerous if the wrong ears learned of it.
Then it happened, the men attacked and while her uncle fought valiantly with his killing several men in the first few seconds, eventually the lone rider moved up while her uncle was dealing with one man and with a swift movement of his weapon, Morgan watched in horror as her uncle's head fell to the ground.
Her uncle always told her that if they were found, she was to hide until she could find a way to escape. She was to run away and only come back when it was safe. What she was told to do left her mind as pure rage welled up within her and she saw red, instead of the flames of rage most would feel in her situation, the air around her grew cold and the telltale destructive power of magic, the darker aspects made themselves known. She let out a cry of anger and before the men could fully turn to her they were all frozen up to their necks in ice.
They turned and Morgan stalked forward visibly seething and she drew her wand, her uncle had taught her the art of wand crafting and with help, she found aspen wood with a core made of thestral hair. A moment later, her various spells were thrown at the mundane men until only the rider was left frantically trying to escape. Morgan glared, "Pathetic."
"Release me you heathen! You'll be hanged for your pacts with the Devil!" He shouted trying to act brave.
"If people like you are going to your heaven then I don't want to waste my time." Morgan stated, "That was my uncle you know. My last known family and the last link to my parents."
The man gulped.
"I think I'm allowed my revenge. Good riddance." Morgan said and in moments the man's head fell to the ground with a look of terror on his face.
It would be later when the group of four found the home burned to the ground, the bodies littering the ground, and the book sitting on the ground beside the tree Morgan had been hiding behind. The four walked into the area cautiously looking at the bodies curiously since even as blood poured water could be seen puddling along with the crimson liquid. They decided to fan out and search for Morgan when they learned her body was not among them.
It was Rowena who found Morgan, the white-blonde haired girl didn't turn from where she stood but she spoke as soon as Rowena got within a few feet.
"You four still around?" She asked with a sigh.
"What happened?" Rowena asked noticing a crystalline grave in front of her fellow sorceress.
"Mundanes came and they killed my last known living family member, so unless good old grandad comes around, I'm an orphan." She sighed, "Did you all want something? I need to work on rebuilding my home soon, then some security would be good."
"We were looking for a place to build up a safe place for people like us magicals to live. Then we found you. We were hoping you could help us." Rowena informed looking at the grave with its freshly lain dirt.
From where she stood she could read the grave.
Edward Henry Ash
Before he was killed he brought down 6 of his 17 attackers
May he rest well knowing he died protecting his niece
"Fine then. I will give my assistance." Morgan said, "I am Morgan Titania Pendragon."
"I am Rowena Sophia Ravenclaw." Rowena introduced.
Time passed and the group of five began building a castle imbuing each stone with natural magic. each took to making their mark on the castle, Rowena created a maze of staircases, Godric(the red-haired man) created a large hall in which an entire army could gather, Helga(the older woman) made a kitchen and hired small elves to cook and clean, Salazar(the raven-haired man) created five chambers, one for each of them, and finally Morgan created a room which became whatever a person needed for it. Together they made five maps that only those of their blood could read. By the time they finished 6 years later, the group of four noted that their most recent member had healed a little from the loss of her uncle, but she still grieved and didn't smile much.
Surprisingly Salazar was the brave one this time and one day pulled Morgan aside.
"Morgan, Godric and I are going on a trip to make allies. Care to come with us?" Salazar asked.
They'd been discussing inviting magical beings to be allies and help defend the castle, so this was something they needed to do, even if it was partly only to get Morgan away.
"Sure, I'll lend a hand, after the merfolk, I've learned you and Godric aren't the best with languages," Morgan said with a notably strained smile.
That's the end of this chapter, see you in the next. Oh and just for you all to know here's the list of ages for the five of them when that scene by the lake happened.
Helga Hufflepuff: 19
Salazar Slytherin: 15
Godric Gryffindor: 14(He's two months older than Morgan(Fem Harry))
Morgan LeFay: 14
Rowena Ravenclaw: 13
