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the houses with friends and blankets

Gryffindor- gives friend their blanket

Slytherin- goes to get a new blanket for their friend

Hufflepuff- shares their blanket

Ravenclaw- has an extra blanket just in case already

Headcanon: Quidditch players run work-outs for everyone interested

They have a schedule that indicates who leads the lessons every day.

No age limits. First years bond with older students. There's no strict colored uniform, so lots of students make friends without knowing what house the other one is in.

Imagine McGonagal joining a few times, and feeling shy around all the youngsters, but everyone has so much fun and beg her to come again every day. It's special days every time she's there.

Poppy and Pomona join any time they can. They always come together and giggle just like teenagers around them.

Flitwick LOVES it and earns lots of compliments from whoever leads the practice which makes his day. Everyone knows if he was praised this morning for his moves, he'd happily complement everyone's moves in his own class.

Hagrid makes horrible dad jokes, but everyone hysterically rolls on the grass, sometimes work-outs end early.

Snape would never, but he secretly asked for advice on back pains and exercises in his room.

GRYFFINDOR!!!!!

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ravenclaw | hufflepuff | slytherin

Giving Encanto characters Hogwarts Houses:

Mirabel: Gryffindor

Luisa: Gryffindor

Isabela: Slytherin

Julieta: Hufflepuff

Pepa: Hufflepuff

Dolores: Slytherin

Camilo: Gryffindor

Antonio: Hufflepuff

Bruno: Ravenclaw

Abuela: Slytherin

One of my favourite ships in HP

RWatHT - Chapter 22: Knight's Return

Bill looked at his brother. His eyes were dark, and he had just mentioned… killing someone? That did not sound like him. When he had called out his name, he had expected him to throw one of his sarcastic comments or perhaps some form of joke. Instead, in the split second he had turned to look at their family he saw his brother’s features twisted into an angry, insane and murderous expression he had never seen on his face. 

It felt a bit out of place at the moment to tell them about his new girlfriend Fleur Delacour coming to Hogwarts since Bill had invited her. It felt even worse to tell them that he was planning to marry her, and had a wedding ring already inside his pocket. Instead, he watched the hall where his brother had disappeared to and wondered where he was headed. He watched Salazar Slytherin –Merlin was that weird– along with McGonagall, and Dumbledore escort the young Slytherin girl that Ron had nearly… killed to another room in the castle. Thinking that felt even weirder, and completely wrong. His baby brother killing someone… Bill couldn’t not believe it. In fact, he refused to believe it.

However, he had seen it. They had all seen it. The effects of Ron’s curse as he fired it at a girl his age without hesitation. Yes, the girl also seemed to have thrown a curse back that looked to be pretty damaging, but Bill could feel the fire from Ron’s spell, even while being a few yards away.

There must be some form of explanation. Surely his own brother had a good reason to incinerate a girl? Alright, that sounded pretty bad even with the worst of standards. However, he refused to believe that Ron had just decided to murder a Hogwarts student. Godric Gryffindor –again, it really was weird to be talking to an ancient wizard– had prepared rooms for them inside the castle. As he followed his family to the Great Hall for lunch, he thought of the way the day started. It had started quite well actually. He had come to the Burrow to screeches and cheers from his mother, after all it was not every day that Charlie would come home. When they had arrived at Hogwarts they had been welcomed by Dumbledore, McGonagall, and Godric Gryffindor himself inside the Headmaster’s office. Afterwards, they greeted the twins, and Ginny along with Harry and Hermione.

Molly Weasley had been so excited to see Ron, and had been asking Harry and Hermione about how he was doing. Harry responded awkwardly, not really giving her an answer. Hermione for her part looked hurt, and her voice waned as she struggled to properly explain how Ron had been. Bill was perplexed by her reaction, clearly something had happened between his baby brother and Hermione.

After that, McLaggen had entered the room, crashing the door against the wall. His face was bruised and beaten badly. There was blood pouring from his nose, lip and brow. His nose was also clearly broken, and bent weirdly. His eye had sunken behind a purple swollen bruise, and his cheekbone was looking quite the same with a cut that spilled blood down the side of his face. He looked like an absolute wreck. He was panting, and whining as he pointed at his face and inside the castle.

“Mr. McLaggen?!” McGonagall gasped at the young man’s predicament. She approached him, and waved her wand over his face. “Who did this to you?”

McLaggen’s injuries began to heal over. Soon enough his face looked to come back to normal, although Bill was not really sure. There was still a lot of snot, and tears that ran down his face. And he looked smarmy and reminded Bill of the Malfoy family for some reason. 

“Weasley!” McLaggen roared. Nearly all members of the Weasley family present looked at one another, wondering who he could be possibly referring to. Soon enough, Gryffindor approached McLaggen who cowered beneath his presence. “A-and Greengrass!”

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RWatHT - Chapter 21: Desertion

Ron rubbed the back of his head, his forehead against the table in his private dormitory. He was trying his hardest to stop himself from thinking, from existing, his head hurt like hell, and he did not know what to do. He wanted to stop himself from crying, he felt pathetic, lower than dirt, and the worst of the worst.

‘She would have never picked you,’ it was the voice in his head, the one that had always been there, ever since Muriel explained the pity she felt for Ron’s mother when Ron had turned out to be a boy instead of the girl his mother had always wanted. ‘She is the Brightest Witch of Her Age, she will be Minister of Magic one day or perhaps something greater. Why would she ever pick you?’

“Stop it,” he growled against the hardwood table, as he banged his head harshly. 

‘Look at yourself. Do you really think that her kiss meant anything?’

“Stop it!” 

‘She pitied you,’ it was like a whisper in his ear, but no matter how hard he pressed his palms against his head he could not stop the thoughts. ‘That’s why she said yes. That’s why she danced all night with you. That’s why she kissed you. She wanted you to feel what Krum felt, since no one else would ever want to.’

“Stop it!” His head banged against the table again. “Stop it!” And again. “Stop it!” And again. “Stop it, please!” And once more.

He was going crazy, he was talking to himself. His chest hurt so much. He felt like crying. He felt like screaming. He felt like punching, kicking, and vomiting all at once. He was begging Merlin for it all to stop. It was too much, his heart felt like jumping out of his throat.

He walked outside his dorm, and went to his Potions O.W.L. exams. He saw Hermione there, who seemed to be looking for him. He tried his best to hide behind Dean Thomas, who was ignoring Ron out of anger or fear. The written exam was not the difficult part of the day, instead it was the very end of it, Hermione had spotted him, and ran as quickly as she could towards him.

“Ron!” Hermione called. “Ron, please. Please just talk to me!”

Her voice was pleading, she was begging, and he knew she was about to cry. He had heard that voice whenever Harry would scream at the both of them during the summer at Grimmauld Place. He didn’t want to scream at Hermione. He didn’t want to make her cry.

‘Why was she even crying?’

‘Because you’ve embarrassed her,’ the voice spoke. ‘Imagine having to take you as a date to the ball, when just last year she had been the date of Viktor Krum.’

“Just leave me alone!” he barked at himself. And when he turned, he saw her. Hermione had stopped short, her eyes were red, and were brimming with tears. Without a single word, she just walked quickly away from Ron.

‘Nice one, moron.’

Ron just went back to his own dorm and began to think about how he was feeling. Hurting. Crying. Screaming. Kicking. He wanted to do this all at once, all at himself.

And that’s how Ron spent the next few hours of his day. He walked around his private dorm, sometimes he laid on his bed. His head filled with images of Krum, and Hermione, but now Ginny, Harry and the twins were there, mocking him, laughing at him. Sometimes, he tried to drown them out by hitting his head against his desk, or pushing his head into his pillow. Sometimes he felt such a wrathful and fiery anger that he punched his walls, making sure to cause as much damage as possible with the Dragon Magic, other times he felt so small, and useless that his own body seemed to crumble. 

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RWatHT - Chapter 20: Sweetest of Nightmares

Ron was nervous. How could he not be? Tonight was the Ball. In just a few minutes he would have to go down and dance in front of almost all of Hogwarts. It felt like the Yule Ball all over again, but a bit better. This time there were no ugly maroon robes, but instead deep burgundy velvet dress robes with golden lining. They looked good, far better than what he had last year. The design was immaculate with a sleek golden lion shoulder pad on top of one of his arms which held his blonde fur cape.

The robes had been a gift from Master Gryffindor that he had forcefully accepted. He almost rejected them, until he told him he was going to throw him in the middle of the Great Hall naked if he did not accept them. He was sure his Master was only joking. But not so sure as to find out.

His hair was managed as well, although he most likely still needed to cut it. Thankfully, Daphne had been nice enough to have given him some hair products to use. 

The Ball was any minute now. Ron descended down the stairs. Harry, Ginny, Neville and Dean were sitting on the couch waiting. Ginny and Dean were going together, and although Ron found the pairing weird he was sure it was quite harmless. Neville had been a surprise, Luna had decided to invite his blonde dorm mate, and the poor bloke had been clearly relieved of his constant search for a date. Harry was another story, he had also managed to put his date to the Ball till the last minute one more time. And now he was as stuck as one could get with a date he had no interest with.

“You look good for a change,” Ginny teased.

“Shut up,” Ron responded. He cleared his throat, before asking Ginny the question he wanted to ask. “Is… Is she…?”

“She’ll be down any minute now,” she said with a smile.

“I hope so,” he nervously checked his dress robes. “Do I look good?”

“You look great mate,” Dean said, most likely trying to assure him. Ron looked to Harry for confirmation who nodded his head. 

Then, Ron heard it. The subtle set of steps he had walked with for 5 years. He turned to look before anyone else. There she was. Hermione Granger. Her brown hair was up in a bun on her head, with some strands of hair falling down and reaching her neck essentially framing her beautiful face. She was not wearing the periwinkle dress she had worn last year, instead she wore a champagne-coloured dress adorned with red lining and an intricate red pattern at the bottom that matched his own dress robes. She looked even more beautiful than last year, perhaps she had grown or maybe it was because she had chosen him.

Her cheeks were a bit pink, although Ron did not know if it was because of her make-up or another reason. Although she was wearing some short heels, he was still nearly a head taller than her. 

“Hi,” he said with a smile on his face.

“Hi,” she almost whispered, as if they had a secret. The two remained in silence only staring at each other, when Harry cleared his throat.

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RWatHT - Chapter 19: Preparing for Battle

Just a mere three days after the random medical examination, Ron felt himself becoming less anxious. It was the first day of June, and even though Ron was still preparing for his O.W.L.s, the Tournament, and making sure to keep his prefect duties up to the standard, his friends seemed to lighten the weight on his shoulders. As he ate breakfast alongside Harry, and Ginny the founders stood up to give the Great Hall an announcement.

“Everyone,” Hufflepuff said excitedly. “We have an announcement to make. One we are sure you will like.”

“Some of them,” Slytherin mumbled so only Gryffindor heard, the red-headed wizard stifled a small laugh.

“In anticipation of the Tournament we have prepared the Hogwarts Ball for all of you!” Hufflepuff announced. “A special opportunity for all of the houses to socialise and connect further, and for your Champions to enjoy a moment of rest as the Tournament quickly approaches every day. Students from all houses Year 4 and forth, will be able to attend. As well, any Year 3 students who are personally invited by a student attending the ball.”

The hall was mixed with different reactions. Some fourth years who had been unable to go to the Yule Ball looked excited, like Colin Creevey who jumped in his seat looking around perhaps for a possible date. Others looked simply happy for the opportunity, Cedric was smiling at Tamsin Applebee who seemed to blush. Others looked worried, perhaps for what they were going to wear, who they were going to take, or how they were going to look by the time of the event. Neville was one of them as he looked desperately at Ginny, his date for the Yule Ball last year, who instead chatted with Katie Bell excitedly.

“The Ball shall take place the 14th of June,” Ravenclaw announced. “Five days before the Hogwarts Tournament, so be prepared. Champions should also be aware they are to entertain their fellow students and the faculty members with a show of their magic.”

Ron, and Daphne groaned, Cedric looked thoughtful, and Luna looked excited. 

“You are more than allowed to owl your families for your dress robes, or in the case that you have not bought them Lady Hufflepuff and myself will attend to your needs.” Slytherin explained. “However, remember we are teachers. Not your personal tailors.”

“Good luck to you all,” Gryffindor called. “More than anything, the gentlemen.”

He and Slytherin proceeded to laugh, with Ravenclaw admonishing her husband.

Ron had already decided on going back to his dorm to take a well deserved nap with some dreamless potion, but as he finished his breakfast and walked back to his dorm, his mind was plagued by insecurity. 

‘A ball,’ Ron thought desperately. ‘Why did it have to be a ball? Why couldn’t it be another demonstration match? I could handle one of those. Asking out a girl? No way, that is out of the question. Maybe Harry could ask someone for me again? Oh that’s pathetic, Weasley’

His mind raced with memories from last year. His fight with Hermione, and the subsequent awkwardness after the event. He thanked Merlin for the fact that his girl best friend was in the library at the time of the announcement. 

‘I mean,’ his mind continued. ‘She did tell me that I should invite her the next time there was a ball.’

‘Don’t be an idiot,’ another voice told him. ‘Why in the bloody hell would she want to go with you?’

Maybe, he was getting his hopes up. He sighed as he arrived at the Gryffindor Common Room, he picked up a nearby magazine and began reading it out of boredom. He absentmindedly flipped each page, as he felt himself being watched. He turned his head curiously around the Gryffindor Common Room, for some reason feeling as if the person staring at him had just vanished. He went back to the magazine, before leaving it aside, missing as a blonde head of hair rushed back up the stairs to the girl’s dorm.

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RWatHT - Chapter 18: Teenage Rebellion

As the end of May approached, a warm afternoon shone in the halls of Hogwarts. The sun hit the many stone floors and walls through the windows in the castle, this was not the case for the Potions classroom. Ron would’ve said he was dying. In fact, he was pretty sure this was the most torturous way to die, being bored to death by Snape’s class. It wasn’t that he thought of Potions as boring, however, Snape just managed to make anything he touched completely unbearable.

That along with a very bad night of sleep did not help. He had been having nightmares again, and he felt absolutely exhausted. Homework, prefect duties, the Tournament, and Quidditch training were driving him absolutely mad. Surely Snape wouldn’t notice him resting his eyes for a bit, right? Right.

People began to pack up, and Snape erased the blackboard. The students walked out and he noticed that there seemed to be an obstruction in one of the lines. Ron Weasley was sleeping soundly on his desk. A good surprise for a frustratingly simple day, nonetheless, a good surprise. Walking near his desk, Snape poked him with his wand. Weasley did not move. Instead, he only mumbled something in his sleep.

Snape whacked him with some parchment paper on the top of his head. With a start, Weasley woke up.

“Pepper-Up Potion,” he exclaimed in a hurried and slurred voice. He blinked a few times and looked up at Snape. His face immediately paled as he looked around and saw that Potter and Granger were both staring at him from afar, probably ready to jump in the defence of their friend.

“I suggest,” said Snape. “You use your Potions book for actual reading, instead of sleeping, Mr. Weasley.”

“I––”

“Five points will be taken from Gryffindor,” he continued, cutting his student off. “And I expect three extra inches on your essay. Surely, it will be nothing to the Champion of Gryffindor.”

Weasley looked at Snape with a sour and hateful glare. He picked up his books and cauldron. Weasley uttered something under his breath.

‘Insolent dunderhead,’ the Potions professor thought.

“May I know what it was you decided to mutter under your breath so cowardly, Mr. Weasley?”

Potter and Granger looked worried and tried talking him out of it, but with a determined look in his eyes, Weasley turned around. 

“I said piss off, arsehole,” he said clearly angered, and outraged before, he shut the door of the dungeons.

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RWaHT - Chapter 17: Secret Friends

For the first time in a long time, Daphne felt a bit unconfident. As she walked down the halls to the stadium she couldn’t help, but to rub her naked nape. For almost five months now had she worn Tom’s locket, she had grown accustomed to the comfort of the cold gold chain that hugged her skin, and now only 15 minutes without it, she felt as if she was about to go crazy. She looked down at the box that she held in her hands, for some reason she felt unsure about this. Never before had she felt unsure, in fact having Tom around only made her far more and more confident about herself, but now it was as if his comforting praises and words were the true source of her confidence.

She knew this was ridiculous, before she met Tom she was already aware of her own skills and capabilities. Tom was only a voice reminding her of how special she was, of how capable she was, she didn’t need him…

Daphne looked down at the box in her hands, feeling a heavy weight dropping on top of her.

That much… 

Entering the stadium she saw Diggory, Lovegood and Weasley engaged in a conversation. Weasley said something that made Diggory laugh, and Lovegood something that resembled laughter in somebody’s messed up book. Diggory clapped Weasley’s back, and calmed down enough to say something in return, which made Weasley laugh. Lovegood then said something that made both Diggory and Weasley stop laughing, they looked at each other before bursting into more laughter, Lovegood joining them good heartedly.  The three of them almost looked like friends, and a strange ache settled in Daphne’s chest.

Clearing her throat, she announced herself to the room. The three looked up, Weasley’s chipper mood faltering at her sight, Diggory’s smile lowered, and Lovegood’s small and simple smile remained as she walked over to them. In fact, it was Luna who had decided to greet her.

“Hello, Daphne Greengrass,” she said. “How are you today?”

“I’m good,” she said, simultaneously wincing at her quiet tone. Clearing her throat once more she spoke in a more loud voice. “How about you?”

“I’m very good,” she said with a smile. “Thanks for asking. Although, I’m not sure how happy you’ll be with us today, seeing as we stopped speaking as soon as you entered the room.”

Diggory and Weasley gave Luna a sharp look, after which Diggory quickly recovered and approached her.

“Sorry about that,” said Diggory. “We were just–”

“It doesn’t matter,” she cut him off, even though the words didn’t feel that honest. “I understand why you wouldn’t be so inclined to be on good terms with me–”

“Oh she understands now does she,” Ron muttered in a sarcastic tone. Ignoring him she continued.

“I came with gifts,” she said. “A token of my forgiveness, and my willingness for us to be…” As she saw the way they stared at her, Daphne’s mind blanked. “To be…” Her throat felt dry and she swallowed to no avail, “To be…” Sweet Salazar, why was it so hot inside the stadium?

“Friends?” Ron finished for her in a questioning tone.

“YES!” Daphne shouted, making them flinch before she swallowed down her relief and repeating herself. “Yes,” she said in a more calm manner now.

She turned the box in her hands, opening it and revealing to them three large, oval lockets of heavy gold. One with an almost feathery ‘R’ in blue sapphires, another with a simple ‘H’ in diamonds, and the last had a sharp ‘G’ in red rubies. As the three other Champions looked down at their gifts, they all, almost, simultaneously looked back up at Daphne, who could only offer what she hoped was a friendly smile.

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RWatHT - Chapter 16: Bellowing Screams

The four Champions had been called to the stadium. Ron was just finishing the last of his Herbology assignment, his fingers dirty with small ink spots. His hair was bothering him as it stuck to the back of his neck, perhaps he needed a haircut, but he thought about his mother ranting about Bill's hair and put the idea aside almost immediately. As he entered his private room, he left his things in front of the fireplace, taking a bite of a chocolate biscuit he had left a day or two ago by the sofa.

He entered the stadium to find that the other Champions along with their founders were already there. As he munched on his chocolate biscuit he tried very hard not to feel like the odd one out. Cedric had his hammer holstered on his side, Daphne wore her silver rings and Luna had her bow on her back. Ron very silently went back to his room and took his sword.

Sitting down and waiting for his Master, Ron took a second biscuit from that day’s lunch and ate it in one bite. As he swallowed a loud bang came from behind him, making him choke on the sweet pastry.

“Very well,” Gryffindor hollered cheerily. “Wait, what are you all doing here so early?” He asked.

“We’ve been here for 45 minutes, Lord Gryffindor,” said Slytherin, who at that point had been conjuring water snakes with his wand. “You’re the one who's late.”

“My apologies then,” said Gryffindor, a smile still on his face despite inconveniencing everyone.

“Why did you summon us all here, Madame?” Cedric asked Hufflepuff.

“Well,” she said, in an uncertain tone of voice. “It has come to our attention that perhaps trying to get all of you to train together might lead you to a… closer interhouse-relationship.”

“We’re worried that you might end up killing each other if you don’t get along,” Gryffindor said in a bit of an annoyed tone.

“Godric!” The other three scolded, only making him scoff as if to dare anyone to prove him wrong. Slytherin rolled his eyes and looked at Luna.

“Come on now, we’ll start with you Ms. Lovegood,” said Slytherin. “You and Lady Ravenclaw shall show us exactly what you’ve been doing during your training sessions.”

Luna nodded, and took out her bow. Ravenclaw for her part summoned a cage filled with small flying lights with wings; they looked like blue glowing snitches that flew around the cage.

“Ms. Lovegood,” said Ravenclaw in a clear voice. “Are you ready?”

“Yes, madame,” said Luna. Ravenclaw waved her wand at Luna.

“Caesio,” a piece of black cloth wrapped around Luna's eyes. She waved her wand once more at the cage, and the flying lights began to soar around the stadium like dozens of snitches trying to get away from a seeker. “Begin.”

Luna pulled the string of the bow and simply aimed at the side, the spell that was in the shape of an arrow shined brightly, Luna kept the string incredibly tight, when the light of it suddenly shined even brighter in a quick flash.

“Stupefy,” she casted and three spells shot out of her bow and hit three of the lights, vanishing them and making the other lights flying around the stadium at an even faster rate. Luna began to look around, aiming her bow at a seemingly random place before hitting at least one, sometimes two. About a handful of them charged at her, and she simply jumped into the air, before stepping on air like she had done at the Match and hitting the last of them.

Ron clapped for her, and was surprised when he was the only one to. He looked at Daphne Greengrass, it checked out why she hadn’t clapped, but Cedric was looking at something in the air, paying almost no attention to Luna. His eyes moved from one side of the room to the other, and then Luna was hit on the side of her body.

“Ouch!” Luna shrieked. She put her bow on her back and took out her wand hitting the last of the little flying lights. Taking off her blind, she had a look of almost annoyance, like when Hermione had insulted the Quibbler in their first meeting.

“It’s fine, Ms Lovegood,” said Ravenclaw. “Good job. You make your house proud,” Luna still seemed upset, but Ravenclaw’s words seemed to brighten her mood slightly.

“Very well,” said Hufflepuff. “How about you go next, Cedric?”

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RWatHT - Chapter 15: Bonding Over Fighting

Ron took off Harry's Invisibility Cloak, putting it inside his school bag. He took out the cigarettes Sirius had gifted him and pulled out one single cigarette. He had never really lit one, he had only caught Bill and Charlie a number of times lighting them up behind Dad’s shed, thinking they wouldn’t be able to be caught by anyone. Little did they know, Ron was watching. Just as he took out his wand, and put the cigarette on his mouth he heard steps climbing up to where he was.

He hid the cigarette in his pocket and put his hands behind his back, just to see Daphne Greengrass looking behind her. Her gaze suddenly met his and it seemed as if time had stopped. With his left arm inside a sling Ron could do little to defend himself if Greengrass were to attack him, even so he slowly reached for his wand.

“What are you doing here, Weasley?” Greengrass asked accusingly.

“I could ask you the same thing, Greengrass,” Ron responded. She opened her mouth seemingly ready to answer his question, when they heard another set of footsteps climbing up the stairs. Cedric Diggory seemed to have joined them, and he looked just as surprised as Ron and Daphne felt.

“What are you two doing here?” Cedric asked, eyebrow arched, an expression of confusion on his handsome features. “Out for a snog, aye?” He said, eyebrows wiggling at them, a subtle wink Ron almost didn’t catch.

“What?!” Ron and Daphne both exclaimed. “No!” Ron exclaimed at the same time that Daphne said, “Disgusting!”

And then another set of footsteps, these ones more light and somehow graceful, came from behind Cedric. Luna Lovegood had joined the trio of Tournament Champions. She wore her dreamy expression like always and had a small, but happy smile on her lips.

“Oh,” she said a few moments after assessing who was in the room. “Hello Ron, Cedric.”

“Luna?” Ron said questioningly. “What are you doing here?”

“Oh well, I saw Daphne Greengrass and Cedric enter the Astronomy Tower. I just wanted to see what they were doing, I didn’t know you were up here too. Is this a party?”

“What?” Greengrass almost barked. “Of course it’s not a party. It’s just a stupid coincidence.”

“Oh yeah? Then why are you out here?” Ron asked accusingly. 

“That’s none of your business, Weasley,” Greengrass stepped up menacingly towards Ron. “But for your information, I was just out for a walk. I needed a break from all the bloody noises inside my common room.”

“Oh I’m sorry, I didn’t know blood supremacy was hard to hear,” Ron said in a purely sarcastic tone.

“We’re not all blood supremacists!”

“Oh my bad,” in an obviously fake apologising tone. “Elitists, then.”

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RWatHT - Chapter 14: Celebrations

Ron was asleep, his muscles and shoulder felt really bad and he was incredibly tired. Right on top of him, was Hermione. Her brown golden curls were falling like curtains that surrounded her face. Her beautiful eyes were shining as she gazed at him from below. He wanted to move, to touch her like she deserved to be touched, but for some reason he couldn’t move. It was as if he had been petrified and he could only gaze as she began to lower her head towards his. Just when he thought she might’ve kissed him she lowered her mouth near his ear.

Taking the chance he licked and kissed her neck, it tasted like blood and metal. Weird, but he was tasting Hermione’s skin and he wasn’t about to complain about that.

“Ron,” she whispered. Fuck, it was the sexiest thing he’d ever heard. “Ron,” a little louder and he silently begged for more. “Ron,” that wasn’t as quiet as the others. “Ron!”

Ron’s eyes snapped open. He looked around, he was surrounded by most of his friends, as well as some other people from Gryffindor. Hermione was kneeling down her face clearly worried and with marks on the sides of her head where it looked like she clawed with her nails. He unconsciously licked his lips and recognized the taste of metal and blood. Fred and George were also there and although they looked quite worried were snickering silently. Ron sent them a glare, as he couldn’t move.

“Ron,” he turned to look at Hermione. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah,” he said, trying to nod his head, but failing. “I just won’t be able to move for a while, but other than that I’m pretty good. Where’s Gryffindor?”

“I’m here,” Gryffindor said, kneeling on Ron’s right side. “Drink this,” in his hand was a glass bottle with viscous yellowish substance inside.

“No thanks,” said Ron, grimacing at the view of whatever the hell Gryffindor was trying to feed him. Gryffindor sighed, then he grabbed Ron’s chin forcefully and pried his mouth open. Ron for his part closed his mouth as tight as he could and this time Gryffindor had a hard time opening it. He put the large bottle down and handed it to Hermione.

“When I tell you to,” he told her. “Pour it in his mouth. It’ll help,” Hermione looked quite conflicted with herself, but if it meant helping her friends Ron knew what she was willing to do.

Gryffindor took a hold of Ron’s nose cutting off his breathing, Ron held on to the air inside his mouth as long as he could until he had to take in some air. He opened his mouth in a loud gasp and Gryffindor held his jaw.

“Now! Fill his mouth and don’t overdo it!” Gryffindor exclaimed. Hermione began pouring the viscous substance into his mouth. It filled Ron’s mouth, it was cold and it felt as if a weird slime was pouring inside his mouth. Ron closed his mouth and forced himself to swallow, however the unpleasant feeling inside his stomach or the disgusting taste never came. Instead, he tasted bananas and chocolates along with very cold milk, and his body, which was burning, tired and exhausted, felt cooler and more relaxed.

“Hmmmmm,” he moaned, closing his eyes and savouring the taste. “What is that?” He asked.

“It's a banana smoothie,” Gryffindor said, his eyebrow arched. “Right now, you’re experiencing cramps so intensely your body has stopped moving temporarily. So if you want to walk today instead of staying in bed all day. Drink. The bloody. Smoothie.”

Ron squinted his eyes at Gryffindor in a small glare and opened his mouth. Hermione for her part put the bottle to Ron’s mouth as he began to drink, he had closed his eyes at the moment and so he didn’t notice Hermione staring at his Adam's apple bobbing, her cheeks a light pink. By the time the bottle ended Ron could move again, however his left arm still hurt when he tried to use it. As Ron checked himself he noticed his robes at first, only his pants were actually unscathed, his upper half clothes had been burned and slashed to the point that it was comical how much he was revealing and how much he had uncovered.

The blood that was on his body and clothes was not that much, perhaps half a cup at most. The cut had hurt far worse than it probably should have. He wasn’t even that worried about the blood, he was more worried about the pink and bright scars that were on his shoulder now.

He looked around ready to ask Gryffindor what exactly had happened when he was nowhere to be seen.

Gryffindor was walking angrily towards the Headmaster’s office. Of course it had to have been one of Salazar’s students who would break the rules and against his Champion no less, no one else could be that petty.

‘You could,’ said a small voice that sounded like Rowena.

‘Shut up,’ he continued until he was in front of the stone gryphon. He said the password and made his way up the stairs. When he opened the door making his way in, hell resonated in his ears.

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RWatHT - Chapter 13: The Demonstration Match II

“We’ll take a quick break,” said Hufflepuff. “Before the duels start. Feel free to head to the Great Hall for a quick meal. Champions you may go first. Next, it is the students’ turn. And then, the professors’ and the staff.”

The Champions stood up and looked at each other, before Ron held his stomach. All four of them were hungry as they had eaten nothing that morning as they were preparing for their entrances. The four stared at each other before they began walking towards the same direction, then Cedric glanced at his right looking at Luna and sped up slightly. Ron looked to his own right seeing Cedric speeding up and he too sped up. It only took all but four seconds for the four of them to begin sprinting towards the Great Hall.

When Ron arrived at the Great Hall, neck to neck with the others he found himself staring at the feast prepared for the whole school. He looked at the others, Luna for some reason had a panting smile on her face, while Cedric held a smirk of his own. Daphne Greengrass, however, was the only one similar who seemed completely serious.

The four dug in as they sat at their separate tables. Ron couldn’t help but to stare at Daphne Greengrass as she elegantly cut her food before putting a piece of steak in her mouth and chewing slowly like a real snob.

Ron for his part didn’t really care about being appropriate as he shoved entire spoonfuls of food inside his mouth.

‘She’s bloody crazy,’ thought Ron. ‘Honestly, she cut that graphorn like it was nothing. She’s so–’

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‘Bloody annoying,’ thought Daphne. ‘There’s no way anyone, and Ron Weasley at that, can get that good in such a short amount of time. It’s so obvious he’s just a–’

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‘Bloody maniac is what she is.’

Students began to pour in the Great Hall, the professors’ close behind the large group of students. Most of the students came barreling through the entrance and went straight to the Champions as they congratulated them. Harry and Hermione sat beside Ron.

“That was amazing, Ron,” she said as she sat down hugging him. Ron’s ears went red. “Are you sure you’re alright?”

“Y-yeah,” said Ron, clearing his head. “Yeah, I’m alright. Madame Pomfrey only said it was a broken rib, nothing she couldn’t fix.”

Ron’s friends nodded, before they had to do a double take as they watched the Gryffindor Champion continue with his meal as if he hadn’t just revealed a critical injury for most people.

“What?!” almost everyone exclaimed.

“What?” said Ron looking around as he swallowed the piece of steak he had been chewing. “It’s nothing, really.”

“Nothing?!” shrieked Hermione. “Ron, a broken rib is a serious injury, you can’t just say it’s nothing!”

“Oh come on,” said Ron. “This stuff would make Dementors blush.”

“No, seriously, Ron,” continued Hermione, her tone a mix of worry and admonishment. “You broke your arm during the last Quidditch Match and just put it back as if it was nothing, and then there was about a month and a half ago when Harry and I found you passed out on the floor of the Quidditch Locker Rooms, Gryffindor had said that you had been too exhausted from your training with him and you still went to Quidditch Practice.”

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As Hermione said all this Ron tried his best not to choke on a piece of pork he had shoved in his mouth a little too forcefully. The two continued to throw argument after argument before they decided to resign themselves to their meals.

Harry stared between his two best friends, and while just a few weeks ago he would’ve been relieved to see them bicker like always he internally called his past self from three weeks ago a fool.

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Hufflepuff clapped loudly and everyone stopped what they were doing, excited for the next part of the Match that day. The duels. Everyone made their way back to the Quidditch Pitch. Ron watched as Harry, Hermione, Ginny and the twins were taking to the Gryffindor high tower in the stands as he’d asked. Other people were also brought to other towers, Sue Li, Neville and Padma Patil went to the Ravenclaw tower, while Ernie MacMillan, Hannah Abbott and Tamsin Applesbee were led to the Hufflepuff one. Ron wasn’t surprised to see that only Astoria Greengrass, Daphne’s sister, had been chosen for the Slytherin tower.

The sorting hat once more began to float, but this time she went to each and one of the Champions. Like Gryffindor instructed Ron, he put a piece of parchment with his name inside the hat as did the other from what he could see.

The hat floated to the side of the field and began to murmur before seemingly chewing on nothing, before he spat something out. A small ball of parchment paper suddenly exploded into a ball of fire, and Ron seemed to appear in the middle of the air, with his Tournament robes and sword. His name appeared above the sort of translucent image of him.

The hat spat something out once more, once more a small ball of parchment paper was spat into the air, but this time it turned into dust and exploded into a small sand balloon. Cedric with his robes, wand and mallet appeared in the air looking like a ghost, similar to Ron. His name above him.

“Ron Weasley and Cedric Diggory, make your way to the field!” Shouted the sorting hat.

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RWatHT - Chapter 12: The Demonstration Match I

Percy’s office was filled with the intense sounds of snogging between him and his girlfriend, Audrey. She was perhaps everything that Percy was not. Brilliant in a way that didn’t annoy her friends who Percy had the misfortune of meeting on a very off day of his where he had worn a ridiculously colourful outfit given to him by Dumbledore for Christmas. She was funny and made snarky remarks that had managed to make him snort milk through his nose.

She was perfect. And the fact that she was really bloody sexy also helped. Right now she had arrived at his office to his complete surprise, she was apparently there to not only visit him, but also for a surprise. He was on his way to the Great Hall early as today was the day of the Demonstration Match everyone was talking about, it was more anticipated than the last Quidditch Match which had ended terribly from what he’d seen.

The Keeper for the Ravenclaw team had nearly gotten his head knocked off after Duncan Inglebee from his same team had accidentally sent it his way when Cho Chang had screamed out orders at him. People say that she burst into tears after the match was over.

And now it was his duty to report to the Minister any suspicious activity coming from Dumbledore. The Minister suspected that Dumbledore would use the large amount of attention given to the school event to sneak from Hogwarts and plan something against the Minister. It was… an interesting idea, not really fitting to Dumbledore if Percy were to be honest, but he wasn’t there to be honest, he was there to fulfil the job he had been given.

Which was pretty difficult seeing as Audrey had told him he looked incredibly adorable with the robes he’d decided to wear today, which happened to be some of his common clothes that he normally used. In a second she had pounced on him and locked her lips with his. He would have to leave in a couple of moments or a couple of minutes… yeah a couple of minutes never hurt anybody did they?

Her tongue seemed to dance with his as her thin fingers moved through his hair almost tearing at his scalp deliciously. How did a prat like him get a girl like her? He didn’t know, he just knew that from the moment he had met that brilliant and incredible woman he had become putty in her hands. She was quite the opposite of what he would think would be his type –rebellious, mischievous and every other synonym of those words that ended with -ous.

After their first date where Percy had managed to make himself look like a stuttering, stammering mess of a wizard she had found him “adorably amusing” and kissed him goodnight.

It was on their third date that she had hinted for him to spend the night, and for all his Gryffindor bravery he had almost cowered under her predatory gaze. Yet, that night he might as well have fallen in love, her flat stomach that he covered with kisses, her breasts and collarbones that made him go crazy and even her arms with moving tattoos manage to absolutely bewitch him. It wasn’t his first time, that had been with Penelope, but it certainly felt as magical.

Then there was the working part of her, and he was quite embarrassed when he got a stiffy from watching her fill out a bunch of paperwork in her flat the handful of times he had been there. The way she didn’t miss a detail in her work, her eyebrows would furrow and she would take out some reading glasses. He had waited for her to finish just to take her again.

Blimey, his girlfriend really was amazing, so amazing in fact that he didn’t hear the knock on the door until it swung open.

“Mr Weasley, have you seen– Oh my!”

Percy and Audrey separated as if the other burned like hot fire. Percy tucked his shirt back inside his trousers, while Audrey rearranged her messy hair. By the doorway there was a very annoyed and mildly embarrassed Madame Pomfrey, she had the decency of closing her eyes.

“M-Madame Pomfrey!” he sputtered. “W-what the blood- What are you doing here?!”

“I’m here, Mr Weasley,” she explained as she opened her eyes. “Because a fellow healer by the name of Audrey Alysnes was supposed to come in by your office and then to me.”

Percy turned around with a surprised expression on his face, a sort of nervous smile took over Audrey’s features as she shook her hands and said.

“Surprise.”

“WHAT?!” Percy almost bellowed.

“Yes Mr Weasley,” said Pomfrey. “As you know the Demonstration Match is taking place today. As such I demanded the attendance of another healer in case there were any injuries during said Match. They were supposed to arrive at my office about ten minutes ago.”

Both Audrey and Percy blushed as Audrey kissed his cheek and followed Pomfrey out of his office. Percy sat down, his face in his hands. He rubbed his eyes. This was going to be a long day, and not just because of what happened.

The day after the Quidditch Match on Sunday the Four Founders had announced that each Champion was supposed to engage in a challenge given by a different founder than their own and in a duel determined during the match.

They conjured the sorting hat and waved their wands at it while muttering an incantation that Percy didn’t know.

“Luna Lovegood!” it had spat out. Gryffindor immediately raised his hand choosing her for a challenge he would be preparing. The red haired man looked at Rowena Ravenclaw and winked his eye, and Percy saw as she blushed before turning her head away. They repeated their process and aimed at the sorting hat again.

“Ron Weasley!” Hufflepuff seemed excited and was about to raise her hand when Salazar Slytherin raised his own. The Dark Wizard stared at Percy’s younger brother with a sort of malicious smirk. His greyish green eyes seemed to shimmer in a way that reminded Percy of Dumbledore. It was a mischievous and almost terrifying look. Ron for his part didn’t look too eager. Some Slytherins seemed incredibly smug and were smiling amongst each other, in particular Malfoy.

Cedric Diggory had ended up with Ravenclaw, while Daphne Greengrass had been put with Hufflepuff. Percy didn’t particularly care for those three, he was more concerned with his baby brother at the claws of Salazar bloody Slytherin.

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RWaHT - Chapter 11: Beating Flaming Hearts

“H-Helena?” Gryffindor breathed out, and Ron felt suddenly uncomfortable being in the same room as the two. The Grey Lady seemed like she had been the one to stare at a ghost, but Ron saw as her eyes suddenly filled with silver tears and she floated away. Gryffindor seemed rooted to his spot as if he had been petrified in his place, but something seemed to shake him off from his daze.

“Helena, wait!” Gryffindor said as he reached out to the Grey Lady, but it was too late by the time he had taken his first step she had rounded the corner and passed through the ceiling above.

Ron’s master had a face of pure rejection and grief, Gryffindor sank down to his knees as his head bowed down in defeat. Ron looked around checking for anyone that could be nearby, seeing no one he walked to Gryffindor’s side. Gryffindor looked heartbroken, he wore a similar expression to the one Ron had sometimes spotted on Sirius’ expression whenever his time at Azkaban was mentioned, or Harry’s parents.

Gryffindor was tall, taller even than Ron’s father who was the tallest adult, besides Hagrid, he’d ever met. His large body made it hard for Ron to find a way to sit down without looking like a midget. Still he stayed by his side as he stared down at the floor like a defeated man. He turned his head and looked at Ron giving the young Weasley a strained smile he ruffled Ron with his large hand and looked at him amusedly.

“You need a haircut, ginger cub,” he said. He stood up to his full height, cleaned invisible dust off Ron’s shoulders and cleared his throat. “Well, I think I’ll go to sleep tonight. Make sure you rest, Ron. Good night.”

“Master Gryffindor?” but Gryffindor was already walking away, a somber aura surrounding him as he walked the halls of Hogwarts alone. Ron looked at the retreating figure of his mentor and tried to follow him, but as soon as he took a step in his trail Gryffindor’s voice boomed across the hallway.

“Go back to your dorm and forget about it, Ronald,” it was intimidating, like a lion who could talk instead of roar, but Ron only looked at his mentor as he walked away. Ron debated going back to the Common Room as Gryffindor suggested, but instead he followed his mentor as he roamed the halls of Hogwarts. The cold night offered no warmth for Ron, yet he didn’t mind it. Gryffindor had comforted him when he had made a fool of himself in his first Quidditch Match, trying to help him was the least he could do.

He followed him to the training room where Ron could see that Gryffindor had sat down on a chair with his head in his hands. The older wizard seemed exhausted, like someone who’d just gone through a war, and Ron wouldn’t be surprised if he had. Gryffindor lifted his head, and Ron froze in his spot, the older wizard sighed and conjured a second chair giving Ron the hint to sit down.

Gryffindor had taken off his gloves and rolled up the sleeves of his top leaving his numerous scars out in the open. It was haunting the amount he had, some were so disturbingly complex that they almost looked like tattoos, and Ron wondered to himself what kind of magic could do that.

“Magic that can kill you,” Gryffindor almost growled, his voice seemed raspy as if he had just let out a scream and had lost his voice. The two stayed silent, Ron trying his best to keep his mind blank so that Gryffindor couldn’t read it.

“Master?” Gryffindor hummed, signaling Ron to ask the question he knew the young boy had.

“Are you alright?”

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Gryffindor clearly hadn’t expected that, but he still managed to hide his surprise. What was he supposed to say? Yes, I’m alright young Ronald, I’ve only seen the ghost of my daughter for the first time because believe it or not I’m actually the most cowardly man you have ever met. He rubbed his eyes trying very hard to extinguish the tears before they even threatened to escape his eyes. Gryffindor shook his head.

Ron only nodded and stayed silent. Something gnawed at his mind, and Gryffindor must have underestimated his mind skills, because even though he knew Ron wanted to desperately ask something he wouldn’t reveal what it was, no matter what.

Gryffindor didn’t know how long the two had stayed like that. Almost frozen in time as his thoughts dwelled on Helena. She hadn’t changed, not one bit. A mirror of his mother in every single way from her black eyes to her sleek black hair and pale skin. He couldn’t have been more proud when he was born, because even when she looked almost nothing like him except for her freckles she was everything he could ever hope for in a daughter.

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Ron Weasley and the Hogwarts Tournament – Master List

Five years after Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry had been founded the four founders had found themselves in a dispute. A tournament involving their students was planned, however according to a Seer it wasn't their current students who could inherit their will and responsibility. Their true heirs shall reveal themselves in a thousand years.

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Ron Weasley, Hogwarts’ Knight of Bravery. 

Making a book series on FF.net plan on making several designs for the four houses and their champions as well as their Founders make sure to check them out.

If you want to check it out its called The Founder’s Heirs and The Hogwarts Tournament. It’ll start by fifth year and go on until the Epilogue. 

Every time I read the goblet of fire or watch the movie I'm always like fuck you Dumbledore. Like "Hmmmmmm... There were death eaters at the world cup and his mark were there too.... Yeah, just let 14-year-old compet at deathly tournament. Why tf not! What's the worst that can happen?!"

When I'm alone

Sometimes I wish I'd be at Hogwarts. Just to be awkward alone there.. but surrounded by magic.

In my head these are all the hogwarts houses I think the Percy Jackson/ heroes of Olympus characters would be in :

Gryffindor : Hufflepuff :

Hazel Levesque Frank Zhang

Leo Valdez Will Solace

Percy Jackson Thalia Grace

Ravenclaw : Slytherin:

Annabeth Chase Piper McLean

Jason Grace Reyna Avila Ramirez-Arellano

Bianca di Angelo Nico di Angelo

And last but not least, the rest (im sorry i dont have a name for them, but i love them, dont get me wrong, i'm just tired)

you can fide the others redos p1, p2, p3, p4, p5 or you can go to the og

Alice Fortescue

Amelia Bones

Edgar Bones

Emma Vanity (she is that girl)

Frank Longbottom

Hestia Jones

Does it bother anyone else that  Draco spent his whole sixth year repairing the vanishing cabinet??? The deatheaters could have used a portkey to get into Hogwarts. Portkeys are underrated,  there is no place in the book that says there’s a barrier around Hogwarts that prevents portkey travel. What about floo powder power?  It would have been a year of sneaking around and a suspicious Potter avoided, excluding the trying to kill Dumbledore part. 

This made me cry but in a good way, art.

Hogwarts houses not as your defining trait but the way you survived your childhood — the way you coped with your trauma.

Ravenclaw is the book you buried your nose in as you put one foot in front of the other. They are the children who stayed under the bed with flashlights to catch the monster under the bed. They are the children who came to believe themselves to be monsters. Ravenclaw is a room where you store all the things you try to forget. It’s spending years trying to think your way out of that room. Its knowing the world is a vicious place and finding wonder in it anyways.

Slytherin is keeping your head down and your eyes open. It’s blood in your mouth and venom on your tongue. Slytherin is being sharp and precise and deadly as a snake because there’s no other way to survive. It’s knowing there’s no space for you in this world unless you’re willing to carve it out. They are the children who learned to bide their time. To wait for the perfect moment to strike. To go in for the kill. Slytherin is knowing there is no justice in this world unless you make it.

Gryffindor is a tightly clenched fist to keep your hands from shaking. Its children who used to hide under the bed. Children who swore they’d never let anyone make them afraid again. Gryffindor is raised eyebrows and hackles. It’s children who know fear like a second skin. They wrap themselves in it like a home. Gryffindor is digging your toes into the earth and widening your stance. It’s matching the lions predatory gaze with a challenge of your own and clenching your jaw so it doesn’t tremble.

Hufflepuff is a pair of trembling hands that hold on tight. It’s knowing that caring leads to betrayal and deciding to care anyways. It’s tear stains and heart strings boldly on display. It’s knowing life isn’t fair but choosing to try anyway. They are the children that know the world is cruel. They are the children that love it anyway.

What if Harry is Godric: Third year moments

(English is not my mother language so beware :D This are only parts of the third year. Want to read the full story? Read it here on ArchiveofOurOwn)

°I’m glad to have a friend like you.°, wrote Godric to Tom.

°Ha. You call me friend and I don’t even know your name.°, came the reply.

°You could call me friend or pal?°

°How about Gryffin, because you’re in Gryffindor?°

He had to laugh which ended in coughing blood but it was worth it.

°More blood…°

Was Tom worried?

°You can call me as you like. ;)°

°Gryffin it is. I’m glad we get along and not like Salazar and griffins.°

He had to laugh again. ~~~

“Big ugly brute.”

What? Godric turned at these words that just reached his ears and saw how Buckbeak wasn’t happy over this insult.

“Malfoy!”, he warned, but too late.

Draco was dumb enough to be within the reach of the hippogriff and got scratched. He fell to the ground, holding whining his arm. Hagrid was quick enough to prevent a second attack.

Was this a Slytherin thing? To go to a really proud creature and just insult them? Salazar did the same with Godirc’s Griffins. The difference was that Salazar was intelligent enough to have Godric between them and had been not within reach. Draco was an idiot, but he was still a student and hurt.

The class ended with Hagrid taking Malfoy to the hospital wing. 

“Why are Slytherins so dumb?”, murmured Godric with a sigh.

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Why a dementor?

“Enough for today. You all did great!”

The students were sad that the class had ended, but they all obeyed. Except for Godric who looked thoughtfully at the wardrobe.

“You’re okay, Harry?”, asked Lupin.

Godric shivered. Oh, by Merlin…

“I thought it would turn into something different… But it’s turned into…”

His last thought was not a destroyed Hogwarts. It was students who would be lying in front of him, their blood on his hands because he couldn’t protect them, even killed them. 

But he would never kill students, he would never turn ‘evil’ or would see a destroyed Hogwarts because he would die trying to prevent that. But he couldn’t defend anyone against a dementor. He couldn’t protect others against this threat and the boggart had shown him that.

Godric’s face turned white.

The dementors were currently a real treat for Hogwarts’s students.

“Harry?”

“I’m fine.”

Liar. He turned around and fled to the Griffins. He needed time to calm down.

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At Christmas, he decided to come out of his shell again. Something he would regret later, but currently, he stared at the Christmas decoration. Green and red. Why didn’t he had seen that sooner?

“I never thought that Slytherin’s and Gryffindor’s prominent colors would together be seen as colors of a holiday. And now I can’t fucking stop to imagine how both of them are running through the castle to sneak presents to their students… That’s just hilarious and believe me, they would do that.”

Hermione and Ron looked at him, but Godric had to snicker. That was an imagination. They would have tried to out best the other and in the end, Helga would have easily won, because she would have given every student a Christmas snack.

“Why should Slytherin do that?”, asked Ron skeptically and Godric sighed.

He forgot that Ron and Hermione didn’t know what Tom knew.

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°Griffin? Can I ask you something personal?°

°You can ask what you want. It’s on me if I want to answer.°

°Do you think that Salazar would be proud of Voldemort?°

What? Godric laughed.

°I don’t think it’s a personal question. Salazar wouldn’t be proud. You know… Voldemort was a danger to Hogwarts. I know that he tried to kill a student at least two times since I’m in Hogwarts and he had been trying to lead the magical world, to gain power. And as far as I know, he also tried to have control over Hogwarts. That are No-Goes for Salazar if you ask me.°

°Do you think… he would be proud of his… heir? The one who hunted muggle-borns with the basilisk?°

°No.° °To be honest… I’m the heir of Slytherin.°

Godric refrained from writing ‘You don’t say.’.

°When I opened the chamber once, a student was there and got killed by accident. I was too afraid to open the chamber again. But last year… I controlled a student to open it again and forced the basilisk to hunt down muggle-borns because I thought it was there for this reason. I was power-hungry and proud of my ancestors. I thought this is what I was chosen to do. To end his work, to be the most powerful wizard the world has ever seen. I tried to kill a student called Harry Potter because he had killed Voldemort… who is… my future self. I hid a part of me in this diary. So I’m Voldemort, but also not.°

°I know.°, he wrote and it took a few minutes until Tom wrote again.

°You knew??? Since when?°

°I recognize a Horcrux if I see one. I wasn’t honest myself. I knew who you were because I can speak parseltongue. Salazar’s basilisk told me what happened and I stole the book from the student. But I also knew that your mind is that of a student of Hogwarts.°

°Then why did you not choose to hide me and let me be? Why did you choose to write your research in my diary? Why Griffin? Is that the reason, why you never got too personal? Because you are afraid of me?°

Should he tell the whole truth? Wasn’t it too early?

°Because I know how you feel. I’m a Horcrux of your future self. I… can parseltongue because of it and I can sense the feeling of that foreign part in me. And it’s mostly anger, fear, insanity, and loneliness. When I found you I wanted to help you instead of tossing you away. You know that my relatives hate me. No one is born evil Tom. It’s the world that changes us, it’s life itself that tests us. I could turn evil myself if I just choose to let my darker emotions be my motivation. But I believe we can choose to be better than that. Only because people are mean to me, doesn’t mean I have to react the same way. If someone hurts me I shouldn’t inflict this pain on others. It doesn’t help to feel better and it will never break the circle. I choose to help you because I can understand at least a little. So you’re asking me, why I never got personal? I’m not afraid of you Tom. Dark Wizards like Voldemort are not uncommon. There will ever be dark wizards who choose to be evil. But you just have to learn to defend yourself and others. I never got too personal because I was cautious. There is a part of you in me - a very weak one, the soul was too often shattered - but it could be that you would have it easier to control me if you knew more about me. My first priority was and is always to protect the students and Hogwarts. If you could control me, I couldn’t protect Hogwarts, I would be a danger myself. That was one reason, the second one, if you knew who I was, you wouldn’t focus on the facts, wouldn’t start to rethink.°

Not all truth, but at least he would try to be as honest as he could be at the moment. But he was so much afraid, that this was already too much.

°Why the facts? The reason I mentioned it a year ago is still the truth. I wanted to write down the truth about the founders. And I thought it would help you to see life from a different perspective? I don’t know much about your past Tom, what had inflicted you, what had hurt you so much that you grow up into a man who was willing to split his soul into seven parts. But sometimes it helps to see that the world is not always the way it seems. History can teach us but is also often falsely written down. I knew you would be interested in the founders. Salazar Slytherin was your ancestor. I would be very interested in the founders if one of them were my ancestors - they’re not.°

°Griffin, you ARE interested in the founders anyway.°

Good, Tom was still writing in this kind of way. Light and teasing.

°Right… So, I thought if you can see the true colors of Salazar then you have it easier to see other things differently.°

°What is the difference? Even if I change my view, I killed a student, I forced a basilisk to hunt down others even though she didn’t want it to do. I tried to kill… one of your housemates….°

°Me. You tried to kill me.°

°What? Wait…°

~~~

The screams of Ron got silent and Godric growled.

“What do we do, now?”, asked Hermione, but Godric was already stepping near to this damn tree. He was a founder and a student - and his friend! - was in danger. A goddamn tree wouldn’t stop him. His magic cores reacted both, so his magic was stuttering but then his old core won the upper hand. Like in Winter his magic came out of him, raw and unformed but powerful and destroying in nature. He let out a scream and throw his magic against the tree. The tree groaned and almost lost its hold on the ground. Wood splintered, branches broke and then it was silent. Godric forced his magic back, and the golden shimmer in his hair vanished. He coughed up blood but hid it before Hermione could see it.

“Harry, what…?”

“Not now, Hermione. We have to… get to Ron!”

For a short moment, he felt like the world was spinning around him but he forced himself to crawl into the hole between the roots of the Whomping Willow.

~~~

°I wish I could have seen that. Your Patronus must be really impressive.°, wrote Tom.

It was soon time to leave Hogwarts. Godric had retreated to his chambers. He felt still terrible, even though it had been a week since this adventure.

°Maybe I can show it to you someday. But right now I just want to sleep.°

°The sleep.°

°Can’t. We have to go to the Hogwarts Express soon. I don’t want to. My family will be… excited to see me… Not.°

°I hope you can relax more over the summer, after that incident they should try not to anger you. Hopefully, next school year will also be less intense.° °You believe that? In my first year, I had to get things right because Dumbledore thought it would be a great idea to hide something he knew was something Voldemort would want and he even knew that Gringotts wouldn’t be safe enough. So instead he allowed Voldemort to sneak into Hogwarts and get students in danger. I mean first years had to save the Philosophy Stone! My second year was okay. I found you, I see that as an improvement.°

He could swear, Tom had snorted and was laughing even though nothing was showing up on the page.

°But if I haven’t been so careful a basilisk would have tried to fight against a kill commando and I don’t want to know how long she would have the luck to turn people into stone. What if I had been just an ordinary student? t could have led to Hogwarts closing for good! No, thank you very much. My third year… Yeah, you know it already. It was okay. But still, we had dementors on the school ground and we know that this rat of a person is now running free and… if I believe Trelawney's prophecy he is searching for his master or had already found him. I don’t believe your older self will let me be. He will attack sooner or later. Or he has the decency to attack me during the vacations outside of Hogwarts. Blood protection or not.°

°You know I’m really glad that you have given me the chance to think more and try to change myself. I have the feeling my other self will not have this luck… And sometimes I’m just asking myself… Who you truly are. Even if you’re the ‘boy-who-lives’ you’re right… You’re not ordinary- You’re acting more like an adult you have knowledge that someone who is turning 14 soon should have. You can use powerful magic even I couldn't use at this age. Really. If I didn’t know it better I would say you’re the heir of Gryffindor who has his talent of battle instinct.°

Godric laughed and looked out of the window. Tom had the right direction but he still wouldn’t tell him this secret.

°I’m Griffin, Tom. I’m a lion and I will protect Hogwarts with everything I am. It doesn’t matter if my name is Harry Potter, or which blood I shared. It is my heart and soul that are important. And yes. I gave you a chance because I hoped this part of your soul is still intact enough. But whatever part of your future self is out there. It will be beyond saving. I will not hesitate to defend Hogwarts. I swear. As long as I am standing, Hogwarts will stand. And as long Hogwarts stays, I will fight.°

Harry is Godric Part III (This is a series now I guess? XD)

(English is not my mother language so beware :D This one is the second idea for the second year. I also post it now here too: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45932554/chapters/115611712)

In his second year Godric was sure he could hold his promise he made to himself. Never get other students involved in any dangers around himself. He still saw how Ron got hurt last school year because he couldn’t stop them to help him. It would be hard, because they were his friends and he could understand that they wanted to help him. But he was an adult - at least in mind - and he had more experience - thanks to his life before - than them, so he should not involve them in his mission to help Hogwarts.

And he knew Hogwarts was in need of his help. He still couldn’t believe how some professors were still in Hogwarts and teaching! Professor Binns was a ghost and every student slept in his lessons. Even Hermione said it was difficult to stay awake! And Defensive against the dark arts? Every year there was a new teacher in this subject and everyone was teaching what they thought was the right learning stuff. There was no guideline in this subject. It was his second year and he still thought they should have learned more in their first year. And now there was this Professor Lockhart who was incompetent and a fraud. Really, what did they do when they hired a new professor?!

Godric was frustrated with this. When they found Hogwarts, they wanted their students to receive the best education possible and not… this!

But still… Even if the education in Hogwarts - and how the professors treat their students - could be improved, he was sure it was not the reason why the spell to reborn him was activated at this time. Could it be Voldemort? Maybe, but maybe because there were more than he had seen so far. Well, he might find out this year.

This has to be a joke. It has to be. “Well you could be.”

Godric wanted to laugh, but Hermione was right. He didn’t really know if the Potters were descended from Slytherin. It would be really ironic if he was reborn as an heir of Slytherin. Salazar would laugh at that and be delighted. It would be… nice to have at least one connection to him in this life. But he didn’t open the chamber. That he could speak Parseltongue… Well could be because he was an Horcrux of Voldemort and he was sure that at least Voldemort was a parseltongue. Well he could try a spell which would show him, if he would be a descendent of Salazar. He only needed something from Salazar and he was in Hogwarts. Salazar lived thousands of years ago, but his magic was still running through Hogwarts and it could be used for this spell. In the night he channeled the magic of his younger magic to cast the spell. Salazar's magic came through Hogwarts. The magic touched but never connected. So he wasn’t a descendant of Salazar. 

Godric sighed and lied down, thinking. So, he wasn’t Salazar's heir. 

But because he could speak Parseltongue he should go into it and ask Sahlia what happened. He should have done this in his first year, but he didn’t know how to reach the chamber without alerting someone. Because he knew that in the office of the headmaster was an entrance which could be opened by any founder. Every other entrance could only be opened with the language of the serpents. He was sure that it wasn’t Sahlia - Salazar’s basilisk - who was the culprit. She was at Hogwarts to protect the students should all other defenses fall. So why should she hunt others now and turn them into stone? A basilisk could be only claimed and tamed by one person in their life.

So McGonagall's claim that the 'monster' could only be controlled by the Slytherin heir was invalid. A basilisk could be tamed by every parsel tongue as long as it wasn’t already claimed. Maybe Sahlia wasn’t alone? It could be.

Well he would only find out, if he would ask, right?

Asking Sahlia was more difficult than he had imagined. First he still had to find one of the secret entrances, and second Sahlia wasn’t alone. And untamed wild basilisks were dangerous. Luckily, no basilisk had attacked him. Sahlia had teached her mate and children to not ever harm a student or professor of Hogwarts as long as the latter wouldn’t hurt the students. Her task was to protect the students and if one of her kind would be a danger for them, she would hunt them. So he had reached her. She was surprised about a student in her chamber and even more when he told her he knew her, who he really was.

~”I can’t believe it.”~, she hissed.

It was so strange that he could understand her. 

~”I know. I couldn’t believe it, if I didn't remember. But… I can prove it. When Salazar learned that I was terminally ill, he came to you not to yell at me for hiding it for so long. However, I sought him out, so in the end he did yell at me. He was so mad and desperate and didn't understand why I just accepted it, why I didn't say anything since I had the vision of my death. You were there trying to comfort and calm him, while you were shivering because you were also mad at me, too.”~, he explained in parsel, even Sahlia could understand the human language. 

At least English. The basilisk nudged at him.

~”It’s really you… How?”~

~”There are ways to survive, even if your body dies. You part your soul and hide in an object. With a ritual, you can restore your body and put the hidden soul back. But your soul will be terminally damaged. I chose the other option. In order for my soul not to have this fate, I had to fulfill a few conditions. First, not to tell anyone about it, second, to bind my soul to Hogwarts and then wait. The spell would reincarnate me as soon as Hogwarts was in need and needed my protection. In theory, I shouldn’t remember my former life. My magic core of my old life should merge over time with the new one of this body, and my memories would awake after I turned 17 years. But I was attacked as a toddler and my old magic protected me and I awoke.~

Sahlia was now lying around him.

~”You’re dying.”~

It was no question. It was a statement.

~”Yes. My old magic is fully developed. Both cores are not merging, they’re fighting.”~

Silence filled between them. Godric stroked gently over her scales.

~”Please don’t tell anyone. It is better they just think I’m Harry Potter. I’m famous enough. I don’t want them to know who I truly am…”~

He had pleaded the ghost of Hogwarts the same. The people consider him already enough as a savior. They saw in him only the boy-who-survived, and they expected great things from him. How would they react if they knew him as Godric Gryffindor? Since he was back in the magical world, he learned that people say things like ‘By Godric’s heart’. It was too much. They saw them as greater beings. Not gods, but it felt already like they would worship him, if he was both. The boy who lived and the lion of Hogwarts.

When he was young he had loved to be recognized by people, but at some point it was even too much for him. And now? People had their picture of him, and he knew he couldn’t ive up to that. He would only disappoint them.

~Who should I tell?”~, asked Sahlia.

~”Please… Just promise me.”~

In the end, she promised, and he found out who was behind the attacks. A Gryffindor who was in the possession of something from the one who claimed Sahlia’s daughter. A small girl, her scent new. So one of the first years, maybe.

It seemed like she was possessed by a horcrux. Something like this should be found quickly. It was dangerous for the student, and it seemed like it would force the basilisk to attack. So with his invisible cloak, he snuck in the girls bedroom. He was a founder, there was no room except the rooms of the other founders, who wouldn’t let him in.

He found a book, a diary, in Ginny Weasly’s trunk. He knew who the owner of the book was, which soul was hidden in there. It was a part of the soul that was also hidden in him. He took it with him, but was not so careless to hide it in his own bedroom. Well, he should destroy it if he was honest with himself, but he couldn’t. His instinct told him not to destroy it. So he brought it back to his own chamber. No one could enter the chamber of a founder without permission. Even the ghost. The only exception were house elves, and they would never take anything as long as the owner of the chamber did not order it.

But should he write in it? He guessed that Tom - or maybe Voldemord, whatever name the soul called themselves in there - could possess someone as soon as he knew more of the person that wrote in it and had the book. Maybe he couldn’t possess Godric, because he still knew how to not let someone in his mind, but still. It was a danger he should have in mind. What should he do? Sahlia’s daughter told him that the man who claimed her was young and ambitious, arrogant, but kind to her. He was curious but only met her, never her mother. So he was never told who Salazar really was, and knew only the lies about him. Because it was a diary, the chance was high that this Tom - he was calling him Tom now, Voldemord was just a funny joke of a name -, was still young and didn’t know better. Maybe… he could try to reach out to him, to find a better way, to use his power to help and protect and not to hurt and kill. The soul part in himself was only a small part, a shattered soul and not able to communicate anymore. But Godric could feel the feelings hidden in this piece of Tom. Anger, Hatred, Madness and loneliness. The dark lord hadn’t the best childhood. Godric knew it because of his connection to him. Tom was a descendant of Salazar. For their friendship, he should try to rescue his descendant, right?

With a sigh, he took his quill and began to write.

°Helga Hufflepuff hired house elves two years after the founding of Hogwarts to keep the castle clean without spells and help her out in the kitchen.°; he wrote down.

He wouldn’t get personal first. First he would get Tom curious to learn more about the founders, to learn the truth. The ink vanished into the pages and soon after, an answer came.

°Who are you?°

Oh, and he'd be rude.

°I found this book. Didn’t know someone could answer. I want to write down facts about the founders. True facts. Is it possible that you could show me my research when I want to read it again? Thanks. So next fact: Rowena Ravenclaw chose an eagle as her emblem because she had a pet eagle who was highly intelligent. And also because the crows she trained use their knowledge to tease owls.°

°How did you? Why should I show you your research?°

Good, Tom seemed to be confused.

°Why not? I could just put the book away, and it would be forgotten. So let me write in it? Next fact: Salazar Slytherin's crest symbol isn’t really a snake. It is a female basilisk, which is a magical creature which is distantly related to snakes.°

There was no answer to that first, so he just wrote again.

°Godric Gryffindor was able to train and ride griffins. Salazar disliked them, and they disliked him. Gryffindor had to get between them more than once.°

°Wait. You want to tell me that Salazar really chose a basilisk and no one noticed?°

°If you look closely at the crest of Slytherin you can see the horns and spikes which have only basilisks. Also, there is the rumor that he claimed a basilisk, but I couldn’t find proof yet.°

°Why didn’t I see that before?!°

°Guess people just assume it is a snake, and most people don't even know what an adult basilisk looks like. Breeding is forbidden, and it is rare in the wild.°

°Makes sense… So you could tell me now why a snake basilisk and an eagle. What about the other house crest?°

And he was curious. And maybe tried to get him more into a conversation.

°Godric Gryffindor’s family crest was already a lion (head) and he was associated with a lion, so it is not surprising he chose this animal. He could have chosen a griffon based on his family name, or that he had a connection to them. Helga Hufflepuff chose a badger because a dead friend of hers had one who helped them in the garden and was really loyal and protective till the friend died.°

°Where did you get that information?°

At this point, he had to lie. Because he knew it from his memories.

°I found it written in a book about animals. The book also named some famous animals of the kind it was describing, and there it was mentioned.°

He had the feeling that Tom had done his research on the founders, but he guessed he would never have looked for information about the crest animals.

°About Godric you can find more, because he was not only a founder but a knight as well. I was researching more about his family history. Gryffindor was the only one who was inspired by his family crest, so I wanted to know why. More facts later.°

He closed the diary and took a deep breath. He didn’t want to write much about himself. But sadly there was really more information about him, it was better documented. Shame.

Because he had the diary, there were no more attacks. Ginny seemed distressed, but with time she calmed down a little. The whole school calmed down. It was a relief for Godric. But his friends seemed to be getting more distressed. At least Hermione.

“Why should the heir stop, now?”

What could he answer? Nothing he could say would calm Hermione down. Ron tried to come up with some explanation, but nothing convinced Hermione.

She was not the only one who caused a headache. Dobby was still believing he was in danger. It was nice that he tried to protect him, but not how. He couldn’t tell him who he really was, because he was not a house elf from Hogwarts. He should figure out how to free the elf and then hire him. So that he could tell him that he was able to protect himself. But how? He didn’t know from where Ginny had the book or which family Dobby had to serve. And because he had no idea how to get Dobby to say the name of his family, he had to ask someone to help him. A Slytherin would be really helpful, but he couldn’t ask one. Except Tom, but he still didn’t want to give him some information about his current life. So a Ravenclaw maybe? He asked Helena. To his surprise, she already knew which family Dobby served. The Malfoys. This family were at some point followers of Voldemord so it would make sense that they would be tasked to protect a horcrux. But why give it Ginny? Maybe because the houses got searched for objects of dark magic? Lucius Malfoy sold some dark art objects. He saw that at the Knockturn Alley. So Luius couldn’t risk that someone found the diary of the dark lord and not wanted that someone else knew he had owned it. When they met him in Flourish and Blotts he snuck the diary in Ginny's cauldron. At least this was his theory. Good, but how to free the house elf? He had to trick Lucius, but how without meeting him?

Oh, he had an idea. Salazar would be proud.

° Salazar's and Godric's first meeting was because Salazar's basilisk rescued the latter from falling down a cliff. Salazar then introduced Godric to Helga and Rowena.°, he wrote in the diary.

Tom's answer was a laughing smiley. It surprised him that he knew smileys, but it makes sense. He wrote a while with Ginny.

°When Hogwarts was founded, Rowena and Helga were both 23 years old. Salazar 22 and Godric 21.°

°So young? How long did it take for them to build the castle? Or was it already built, and they just took over?°, asked Tom.

°They founded Hogwarts at this age. The castle was finished after two years.°

°They have my respect. As far as I know Hogwarts only got renovated and only the green houses were new buildings and not of the era of the founders.°

°Godric Gryffindor was afraid of deep water.°

He never told anyone. Except Salazar after he had a panic attack. This was caused thanks to Salazar, who had pushed him into the lake. His fear was still there. The crossing over the lake in his first year had been an absolute horror for him.

°Why?°

°Guess it was a common fear. Not everyone could swim at that time.°

°True. But it’s weird to know this man could feel fear.°

°Bold to assume he couldn’t feel it. Who can be brave without feeling fear?°

°… You’re right.°

°Salazar Slytherin feared that the parents of the muggle-borns would attack Hogwarts if they had a chance. This caused a lot of discussion with the other founders. Gryffindor could understand his point, but didn’t want to exclude muggle-borns because of it.°

How would Tom react? There was no answer, so he wrote again.

°Godric Gryffindor died at the age of 30.°

°How? In which battle? And do you know when Salazar left the castle? Must be before.°

Godric gulped. He still could remember the silver eyes who looked so sad and pleading at him when he took his last breath. It was hurting so much. His last memory of him…

°No battle. A sickness. No one could heal him. He died in Hogwarts, and Salazar left after that.°

°What? I don’t believe you. In the history books, it is written that Salazar left after a big fight with Godric.°

°It’s wrong. I was asking someone who still could remember.°

°Who? They must be lying!°

°Peeves? Yes, he could. But why should the gray lady, Helena Ravenclaw and the bloody baron? Both were not in Hogwarts at that time, but soon after. The History books are most written a hundred years later. They also told me how old the founders were, and I could get the truth with the family tree from Gryffindor. The mosaic glass window in the history classroom is also wrong with the appearance of the founders. Godric’s hair was golden like the fur of a lion, Salazar had long black hair and wasn’t bald. It is really hard to get the truth because most sources aren’t often correct.°

°So, you want me to believe that Salazar and Godirc were not enemies?°

°There is no proof that they were. Why should Salazar leave his school after Gryffindor died? Why let his daughter into Hogwarts after that when he was so disconnected to the other founders?°

°But he left a creature for his heir to kill muggle-borns!°

°Did he? Or is it just a rumor? If you asked me, the one who wrote History of Hogwarts was hating Slytherin. He never acknowledged his brilliance. Salazar Slytherin was a dark wizard who used his dark arts to protect and even heal others. He was the best potion maker and a lot of his recipes are even now still used. The founders KNEW about his basilisk. Godric was rescued by it, remember? Tell me, why not remove house Slytherin, after he left? I just hate it. I hate that everyone is thinking Salazar Slytherin was a muggle-born hater, that he was an asshole and ‘bad’. That is not what you hide after years of friendship. The founders were friends first for many years! It just doesn’t make sense. It also makes no sense to celebrate Gryffindor as some shining knight. Yes he was a knight and yes he seemed to be the best duelant at his time. But is everyone forgetting what that means? He was a killer. He killed for the crown, fought battles and killed a lot of ‘enemies’ who weren’t taught how to protect themselves.°

He stopped before he would give himself away.

°Wow… Are you in Slytherin?°

°No. I’m a Gryffindor. But I can see how this idolization is. Some mad wizard came from Slytherin, so Slytherin must be bad, right? A Gryffindor could also turn bad, so could a Hufflepuff, or a Ravenclaw. So could be a fucking CHICKEN!°

°Are… are you okay?°

°I’m fine, just a little bit upset. You know someone had opened the ‘chamber of secrets’ and threatened to kill muggle-borns. So everyone was avoiding the Slytherins and a few students got turned into stone. And that made me think. If a basilisk really wants to kill, it would kill. But turn someone to stone without killing? It’s harder for a basilisk. So someone just wanted to play a prank, or the basilisk was fighting the command. After it is claimed, it has to follow. So, what do we know about basilisk?°

°Salazar had one claimed. A basilisk can only be claimed once. So this basilisk had to be bred by someone or is a descendant of Salazar’s basilisk and got claimed.°, Tom answered.

°Correct. Assuming the basilisk is a descendant, it would probably be told not to hurt any student. So if someone wants to kill muggle-born thanks to this fucking believe, it would try to go against that.°

Tom didn’t answer. But that was fine.

°Then a boy in my house was speaking Parsel one day and since then everyone believed he was the heir of Slytherin and let loose the ‘monster’. How fucked up is everyone. Yes, only a parselmouth could claim a basilisk, but it just didn’t fit. His best friend is a muggle-born, his mother is a muggle-born AND he is not a descendant of Slytherin. I found it out. It’s just… One bad rumor and the mass is turning against someone, and I can imagine this happened to Salazar or at least his reputation over the years.°

°So you believe the founders were friends till they died? And that the basilisk is…what? A protector?°

°It could be. But for the last one, I have no proof… yet. I can’t just ask them? I guess Salazar’s basilisk could still be alive. Basilisk can be over a thousand years if they don’t get killed.°

°… Give me another random fact.°

Godric smiled. Maybe Tom would be more open now, but he needed time to overthink that information.

°Godric Gryffindor was living on the streets before someone recognized his crest and took him back to nobility and brought him into knighthood. Helga Hufflepuff came up with the name Hogwarts after Rowena told her about one of her dreams. Salazar Slytherin didn’t like the king. He had nothing against him, he just didn’t like to follow orders of someone just because they were born into this role. He found always loopholes in the rules of the king if he didn’t want to follow them Godric turned a blind eye on that, even he was a devoted knight to the king.°

°Sounds like a true Slytherin thing.°

Yes. It was also a reason why he turned a blind eye to students who found loopholes in their roles. But he would tell the others about that, so they could work together to get rid of the loopholes. Good old times.

°Did you found out if Gryffindor had any descendants?°

°He was never married. So, at least no legal descendants. But it is also never mentioned that he had interest in someone. Could be that he had none. Rowena Ravenclaw had only Helena as her heir, and Helena died before she was married. So both lines died out very quickly. Only the bloodlines of Hufflepuff and Slytherin survived till this century, but the last descendant of Hufflepuff died without children a few decades ago. Slytherin is a little bit tricky. We know someone claims to be the heir, but not every parselmouth has to be a descendant of Salazar. The line ends with the Meropes, but it is rumored that the last female with the family name ran away with a muggle and got a child. That’s also a few decades ago. Would be nice if everyone had descendants and their descendants would go to Hogwarts again… But that’s not possible.°

°So there could be a Slytherin, but his blood isn’t pure anymore….?°

°Good thing to happen, if you ask me. It is told that the magic of the Merope was getting weaker over time, so fresh blood could help to not lose the magic.°

°Why? It's the blood of a muggle. Where should that help? And why was the magic in this family getting weaker? There were pure, or not?°

°I’m surprised that a lot forget how magic cores develop or work… Okay, some science now. Everyone has a magic core, even muggle. Every human is born with it. Wizards can use magic, because their magic cores are stronger than the core of a Muggle or a Squip. A magic core develops until the age of majority. So until you turn 17 years, your magic core is still developing. Most cores develop stronger between the ages of 6 and 11 if you have the talent to be a wizard. It’s rare that a core has this development later, but it can happen. That’s why there are some people who are believed to be squibs, but then show magical talent at the age of 15 or even 16. If you’re 17 years old and can’t use magic, then your core isn’t powerful enough to provide you with magic. These people we call Muggle, or Squip.°

°I didn’t know that even muggles have magic.°

°They haven’t. You only have magic, if your magical core is strong enough for that.°

°Ah. So even a muggle has a magical core. But a weak one.°

°Yes. So, and at this point it’s getting tricky. If a woman gets pregnant, her magical core and the magical core of the men give both a spark of their magical core. These sparks are merging together, and the fetus is developing its own magical core with this. So even siblings have different magic cores, even twins. It’s like the same reason why siblings look different and yet quite similar. So every magical core is unique and different in power. It’s like two elements have a reaction while merging. Like the reaction of iron to air and water. It begins to rust. Some ‘sparks’ are reacting more as others. So a couple of wizards could have two children, one with magic, one without. It’s not controllable. But the chance is higher that children from wizards will be wizards, because of the cores of their parents, than a child of muggles. But it could be that both muggle parents still have a good foundation and the right mix of spark can be the reason why a wizard is born in a family of muggles. Do you understand?°

°Yes, I can follow that logic.°

°Perfect. So what happens, if there is inbreeding? Here in Britain, every pureblood family is at least distantly related to each other, because these pureblood families are rarer than muggles. The Merope family was very focused on staying pure, and were really skeptical of the blood of other families. The Meropes were proud to be descendants from Slytherin and feared that their blood would be getting thin if they’ve blood of others.°

°So their inbreeding was even worse than in other pure blood families.°

°Yes. Not so much in the beginning, but in the end it was getting worse. Back to our question: what happens to the development of a new magical core with inbreeding? Easy. There is a high chance that both sparks of the parents are nearly identical so there will be no strong reaction. So if the child is lucky and both spark are different enough it can develop well, but this chance is getting low with each generation and the magical core can’t grow stronger anymore, because the reaction is getting weaker. Some theories say that it can even happen that there will be no magical core developing at all, but that would mean the fetus will not survive. So, if one of the Meropes had a baby with a muggle, it means there is new fresh blood and most important a fresh magical core, a higher chance for a reaction and a more healthy child than as one with inbreeding.°

Rowena came up with this Theory about magic cores, and her theory was proven in the last century. There was still a lot unknown, but it explained a lot. His magic cores should have merged together over time, and he would have a new magic then with 17 but still enough from his ‘old’ one to get recognized as a founder. But now… he could use both magic separately and it was his curse. But… he has to say if he could choose one, he would gladly take his ‘Godric’ core.

°So the child could have been more powerful than his ancestors?°

°Could, as long as both sparks were a good match. How powerful your magic is dependent on your ancestors, yes, but mostly it is really random. We don’t know what ‘a good match’ is. This is till a secret of mother nature.°

°Interesting. I’m surprised I didn’t know that. Thanks for sharing this information.°

°Thanks for listening to my random facts about the founders. I’m happy that I can talk about that.°

°? No friends you could share it with?°

°I could but… I don’t know if it feels personal. And I don’t know your name or face, so it’s okay for me to share. I don’t even know if you’re a just a memory in this book or are a person sitting in front of another book and waiting that I write something in it.°

°Do you want to know?°

°I’m curious, but I don’t want to pray.°

He was a goddamn liar, but it wasn’t the time to be honest with Tom.

°My name is Tom Marvolo Riddle. You could say I’m a memory: It was lonely, but now you give me company. Thanks.°

°You’re welcome.°

°Another fact?°

°Last one for today. I still have homework. Godric Gryffindor was a seer. He had only visions in his dreams, and sometimes he didn’t recognize them. It is said, he foresaw his own death.°

The year ended and he could free Dobby. He had copied the diary. At least its form, but damaged it with his sword and threw it in the water. Then he hid a sock in it and sent it to Malfoy with a note.

°This book can’t open the chamber anymore. Try again to threaten Hogwarts and its students, and the same will happen to you. G.G°

He gave the delivery to a house elf with an owl. The house elf should wait till Dobby was alone with Lucius Malfoy and then send the owl. It worked. Lucius Malfoy was so mad that he gave the book to Dobby. In Dooby's hand, the title of the book changed to ‘Open me. H.P’ and as he did, he saw the socket. So Malfoy gave Dobby clothes, and so the house elf was free. Godric knew it because Dobby was visiting him soon after.

“Dobby is free!”

“Harry, what did you do?”, asked Hermione and Dobby wanted to tell, but Godric gave him a sign to not go into detail.

So the elf only told, that Harry tricked him with a package to give Dobby clothes. After that, Dobby got hired into Hogwarts, and he told Dobby shortly before departure, who he truly was and that no one should know. Dobby was excited and promised. As well as not protecting him again like that.

Godric was relieved. This year, he had been able to protect his friends and prevent worse. What would have happened if he had never taken the book? Would students have died then? Would he have had to kill Sahlia's daughter? Well, he didn't have to worry about that. The petrified students were okay again, and Tom might have had a chance to change. He glanced briefly at his suitcase. He would sneak the book out of the suitcase later, so Vernon couldn't lock it away. He would not leave Tom alone. Not for that long.

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I had two ideas for the second year. So I will post both. But I decided to follow this idea and I guess I will write in more detail in the coming years now. But I don’t have much free time, so please be patient with me.

I know the crest is not a basilisk, at least not in the movies or any other Slytherin crest I saw. But I like the idea that Salazar was like: My familiar is a basilisk. I love her, so this will be my crest symbol!

The facts are not real facts. Just my own head canon. Hope you like it.