I corrected the mistake from last chapter after who knows how many attempts, leaving that aside yesterday was a little bit crazy.

I´ll be updating every Friday or Saturday, Nowadays those are the days I can get a little alone time.

There isn´t a lot of information about the Founders but I´ll include some tidbits, the rest I´ll just make it out as I go.

I´m off to let you read. See you on the next update.

The first time she laid eyes on a person she really liked on this world, it was like seeing the sun itself walk on earth. The entire world just changed on its axis and she knew, Rowena just couldn't leave town, she had to meet that person first. And even if she didn't get to know her… she wanted to be near, she felt a pull whenever she was near this person, not as strong as the one she felt when she was in Narnia, but close, she felt at peace. Like getting rid of something heavy she had been carrying around without realizing it.

Her name was Helga and she worked as a barmaid and cook for the only pub that also made for an inn. She had a bubbly personality and everyone loved her on sight, with her chestnut hair, pink checks and contagious smile. She loved yellow to bits and had a kind word for everyone. Even those she didn't like. Rowena learned all of that in just one night.

She felt some sort of call, usually she tended to avoid places packed with people like pubs, but for some reason she happened to walk straight into the only pub in town that also happened to be filled to burst and everyone was… content.

Even a couple of grouchy looking old men sitting at the corner seemed kind enough.

The girl walked all over the place balancing two trays and Rowena was transfixed. She moved as if she was floating or dancing, the smile on her face never faltered and even if her braided hair bounced of her chest, it never got on her way. And even if she wasn't smiling she looked nice.

Half of the males on the pub had their eye on her, but she rejected their advances and so far no one seemed to be offended but even so Rowena kept an eye out from her corner. She was invisible. Even if she was drawn to this girl and felt protective of her… she wouldn't let go of her long held habits, she was alive and well thanks to her caution. She wanted to befriend, protect and watch over this girl. She liked her.

Rowena then knew that she couldn't leave town. She wanted to be near Helga for whatever reason… and so far, her instincts where spot on. That represented a problem. She couldn't just sleep on the woods, she needed money… time for a change and a challenge it seemed.

If she befriended Helga or even someone else in town and she disappeared to Narnia... maybe it would be alright and no one will ask questions since shed appear right away. But she couldn't risk it, she didn't want anyone to know about Narnia, it was her secret… leaving aside her possessiveness, she could end up dead for it. Travelling to another world qualified as sorcery and it was something that none of this people could wrap their heads around.

God grief, people were burned at the stake for less. Even expressing an idea contrary to convention or church regulations. That was enough to be destroyed, mocked, humiliated and reviled forevermore.

She had seen enough destruction and devastation to know that, she grew up amongst people like that, fearsome of what they didn't understand and all too eager to destroy it, normal people killed what they didn't comprehend, they destroyed it out of fear and arrogance. Real magic users could escape when they kept their wits about them but… eventually they ran out of resources and places to hide. No one could be on constant alert every waking moment, people had to sleep. That those pathetic greedy little bastards could sleep safely and soundly while her people had to run and hide, drowning in fear…even for someone as carefree as her… she wanted to settle the score and give them as good as they gave. It was only fair to give back what you deserve if you didn't want or deserve it. She didn't believe in this new god people raved about, the forgiving god that also advocated to have magic users burned and their murderers forgiven.

But the sad thing was… they (magic users) were nearing extinction. Outnumbered, on the run and constantly hiding. They didn't even have a chance, if they wanted to survive they had to hide.

Helga was different, Rowena could swear that she had magic, and that made her fear for her. Sunshine like Helga shouldn't be in this place, amongst dull and war mongering people. She was too good for them.

Reached her decision, Rowena set for the plan. First she had to find a house and work. In a place as small as this one, she was bound to attract unwanted attention and she had to deal with that as well. Caspian, surely will be laughing at the disgust on her expression at the thought.

_ What can I get you? - the sweet voice startled her out of her thoughts. Rowena found herself facing Helga, the girl contemplated her with a gentle smile on her face and sparkling eyes. - You don't look like our usual costumer. We have rum and whiskey but I don't think you might like it. We have Haggis and porridge thought.

Rowena was flabbergasted, no one had been able to see her when she willed herself invisible. And here was this girl, talking to her… wasn't she afraid of the repercussions she might face if someone discovered her talking to what seemed to be thin air?

_ Haggis it is- Helga said. as she finally understood that Rowena was left speechless.

Figuring the rest of the patrons wouldn't see or mind her, she willed herself visible and found a chair by the only available table, one at the corner beside one of the windows, it seemed like the most sensible thing to do. She didn't have any money, but then again, she could always catch the other girl's attention and let her know.

Helga wasn't a normal girl. The giddy sense of relief came as a pleasant surprise that spread with the warm feeling she got since she set foot on the pub.

…

Helga wasn't alive for so long without learning to distinguish people, she received all sorts of clients in her pub and also at the inn, this was a small town where everyone knew each other so it was easy to spot foreigners. The new face today was interesting. She found herself intrigued by this girl. She had black hair that reminded her of raven feathers, it looked thick and silky, clear skin and deep blue eyes. She looked like a noblewoman but dressed humbly. Just by looking at her you could guess she had traveled on her own. That was unusual on these times, but then again, she was special. Maybe a noble daughter running away from home or something on those lines, but she definitely had magic. Helga could tell.

Another magic user. And a powerful one at that.

Surrounded by a brilliant aura that looked blurry around the edges.

But she had to act quickly if she wanted to save them both. If someone knocked her over it would really be a pandemonium, and eventually one of her regulars might start a riot or stumble around and knock into this invisible girl and all hell will break loose.

This was a small family business, she had lived amongst this people all of her life but she knew just how vicious they could be with "devil´s bitches" and whichever other silly mocker they came up with for witches.

She wanted to laugh at the face the other girl pulled when she walked straight to her and offered her haggis and porridge. It showed that she didn't have experience dealing with other magic users. It was a testament to her luck and ability that she made it that far without help.

She was intrigued and her interest was picked. Maybe when the other patrons started to retire for the night they might have a little chat, that is, after she set her mind at ease. The other girl looked as if she wanted to bolt and really Helga couldn't blame her.

…

If asked, Rowena really didn't know what made her stay put after that particular interaction with the other girl,

She might never get to understand it entirely, but she was glad she decided to stay. Even with all that came after. The good and the bad. It all started that night in the Highlands in Helga´s little pub. The other patrons had started to sing a catchy vulgar tune and the girls agreed that it might be to their best interests to talk elsewhere.

They ended up beneath an old tree beside the pup.

_ I can tell is the first time you meet anyone able to see you when you wanted to be invisible. - Helga started. - I'm sorry if I scared you, but this village isn't precisely friendly to people like us.

_ None of them are- Rowena replied with finality, she knew that much. - By all means I should've left when you saw through my disguise. This just confirms my instincts.

_ It's nice being able to speak with someone like me for a change. The others are to guarded for that. They just past this village when they run out of choices. You see, they're famous here for burning people and bury them alive.

_ Lovely

That one-word said in the purest of sarcasms was the start of something wonderful. But in the meantime, the both laughed themselves silly staring at the night sky above their heads and listening to the silly songs Helga´s patrons came up with.

…

Living with Helga was easy enough, a delight for someone like Rowena who used to live on the road, eating whatever the woods might supply. A soft bed with clean sheets and warm food really did wonders. Being around someone as easy going and happy as Helga certainly improved her darkest side. She couldn't stay under the weather for long. Not even if she tried.

It turned put Helga was in contact with another magic user, she even knew of little settlements where they lived far away from the muggles or even amongst them. Helga´s family had lived in the village for years and were respected enough for that to grant her a certain level of security.

Letters arrived by owl or even ravens, those were less frequent since people associated ravens with sorcery and death. That was another reason she believed they were unredeemable fools. She absolutely adored ravens. Heck, she chose "Ravenclaw" as her last name and even had designed a coat of arms.

Her personality certainly helped matters but… Rowena firmly believed that people were bloodthirsty and nasty devils. So… how was it that Helga could live amongst them without being discovered? It was ultimately thanks to her magic.

She could influence people. That made the difference between doom and prosperity.

Rowena could use knowledge but at the end of the day, when someone was hell bent on harming her she wouldn't be able to get away unless she resorted to physical defense or magic.

Helga just had to look at them. Really look. Like she wanted to bare their soul. And it didn't matter which foe she was facing or how righteous their argument, they ended up surrendering to a higher power. That of one Helga Hufflepuff persuasion.

She had faced off most of Rowena´s unwanted suitors and even her own suitors without batting an eyelash.

Life was good.

…

Exhausted and not in the best of moods, the man kept his fast pace fueled just by his distaste at being surrounded by people, at least… this kind of people. You see. To him they were nothing more than rabid animals. He wanted to arrive to his destination were a warm bed and a hot plate awaited… of course, his companion didn't share his views. The redhead held herself regally and he could swear that at least on a subtle level, he thrived on all the attention he gathered. It wasn't every day you saw such a knight. You see. Redheads were common place on this side of Scotland, even more so in Ireland. But this one in particular had all eyes on him. He looked like one of the warriors of a fantasy kingdom, for his looks and also… his accessories. He was fond of lions, his sword had rubies encrusted on the handle and his shield was had a roaring lion as decoration.

He had a bright red cape with golden accents, his armor decked as if he expected a fight and he held himself as if he were a king. That was Godric Gryffindor for you.

His whole attitude often confused as arrogance, Godric wasn't so much for boosting, he was an action man. Action over words and empty promises, if he didn't like something he sure as hell took care of it. With countless good deeds under his belt he had plenty of fans but also bitter enemies. Certainly his companion should've known that someone like that was bound to find trouble even at a small village as the one they currently were in.

They were near Helga´s house when they happened to witness an unsavory but also common act. And of course Godric being who he is, couldn't stay put. Certainly, he wouldn't either…but really. Couldn't his friend try and think before acting?

…

Rowena was downright murderous as she struggled, her purchases scattered around her and some of the things left useless. What a waste! She really wanted to kill this guy. But she couldn't afford to draw attention... She hated running errands in town when most of the farmers, miners and common folk were abounding, not because she felt the chore was beneath her, but it required her to socialize with people. In a place like this village, most of the women despised her because they felt threatened by her beauty. And absolutely all males swoon around her acting silly, pissing of their wives, sisters, mothers and contributing to the never ending cycle.

But Helga was fretting around at the inn, it seemed she was awaiting someone important and wanted everything to be spotless. She was also cooking a feast with her best dishes… really, with all this activity Rowena was apprehensive as well. Who's coming? Helga´s beloved? She really was curious and she really hoped this mystery individual turned out to be a good person, someone deserving of Helga. That is.

She just needed to go get some new linens but of course that's when her luck ran out.

Out of the corner of her eye, she knew someone had been following her for a while. That's why she kept to the busiest part of town, her pursuer was bound to take action soon.

And she wasn't wrong, as soon as she left the main path and tried to run for the inn, she felt someone grab her, he was strong and lifted her of the ground. She was winded and disoriented. Letting go of most of the bags…

She felt their presence like a beacon. Magic users. One of them heading straight for her. But that wasn't what got her attention. No, this kind of reminded her of the night she found Helga. She felt a pull. They were two men, one of them looked like a knight of a royal court. He has a stony expression and advanced with a ramrod straight posture. A tall redhead with a thick mane that reminded her of a lion, maybe it was fitting that his crest was a roaring lion, and the other one… he was dressed in dark green that could be passed off as black. Thin but not weak looking he had scholar constitution but that didn't make him weak by any means, with midnight black hair, pale skin and penetrant gray eyes.

He bestowed a withering glare on her assailant while the redhead knight beat the crap out of him before looking around discreetly. He had something that looked like a cane and tapped it on the ground once he assured himself of their surroundings.

Rowena´s purchases returned to their original state, neatly saved in their bags and lined at her feet. She didn't realize she was shaking until she felt a cape being deposited on her shoulders. An exquisitely embroidered layer with fabric of a higher quality than any other she ever touched before.

_ Excuse me for my impertinence, madam. - he said, all but exuding exquisite modals.

He tapped the cane again and the bags floated around then, he did this without questioning even for a minute that she had magic as well. She knew they could be tried for sorcery if any of the townspeople happened to see this. But they were at ease… and she really couldn't see anyone around.

That's how she meets Godric and Salazar for the first time. The long awaited friends Helga wanted to introduce her to. Which also happened to be the hosts she was preparing to receive at the inn.