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Paint.the.Limelight · 11-26-2009, 03:51 PM

Okay here it is.

Epilogue part 1: Godric Gryffindor

The screams, the smoke, the bright flashes of curse light. The sickening crunch of bodies landing on the cold hard ground. The wavering candles of life were extinguished as Godric Gryffindor watched. The fear and pain emanating from the dying, the injured, and the onlookers was almost tangible in the air all around him. The drive of his purpose out here, in the backyard of his own school, kept him determined. But even so, at times the amount of anguish being flung at him would make him overcome, and the only thing tying him to the physical world was the sword he gripped so tightly in his hand, ruby-encrusted and now stained with the magical blood of dozens.

A crash came from a few yards behind him. Pausing only to smite the wizard in front of him with a hastily shouted spell and a swing of the sword, Godric wheeled around. He tried not to comprehend that the mounds of crimson-soaked potato sacks dotting the grounds of Hogwarts were actually piles of dead bodies, lumped together haphazardly out of the way.

As he completed his half-turn, a jolt of shock ran through him. Closer than he expected stood the source of the disturbance. His glassy, wild eyes reflected the flashes of wandlight. He held his wand up in front of his chest. This was the infamous Despero Eruscruor. He was the reason and the cause for this bloody battle. Godric had heard much about the evil wizard but had never seen him in person. Now that he stood before him, Godric's determination--the knowledge that so many innocent lives had been lost because of this man, the heartbreak and terror that had been inflicted on the entirety of the Wizarding world--swelled as it had only once before in his life: the day Salazar Slytherin left Hogwarts. He raised the magical sword in front of himself and walked towards the wizard.

Eruscruor held up a hand. His face was perfectly expressionless, but his eyes--so wide that you could see the whites all around the dizzying silver irises--burned with a ferocity that would make a dragon quail. He opened his wizened mouth slowly, and spoke.
"Godric Gryffindor." His voice rasped as though he had spent an entire day screaming--which, Godric thought, he probably had. Contempt colored every rise in his voice, and malice was laced through every dip. "You presume that simply because this battle has been fought at the school which you built, you can win. But you are wrong." His voice hardened. Now it reminded Godric of a poisonous spider waiting to sink its fangs into his neck. "You are far outnumbered, Gryffindor, and you have no whisper of a chance of defeating me. You should have listened to your friend Salazar slytherin all those years ago and prohibited Muggle-borns from attending the school. In the morning, when you are dead and I am headmaster, I shall kill them all, weeding out the bad blood, and start anew."

Godric stood fast. "I'm afraid I cannot let you kill these children, Eruscruor."

That is all that was needed to be said. The wizards flew at each other, wand and sword held high. From all over the lawns, people paused in their fighting, and faces of young and old children alike pressed against the windows of the castle, to see this greatest of battles. Flashes of magical light blinded and dazzled the eyes of the onlookers, in every color of the rainbow; then, with a final swell of bright green iridescence, Godric Gryffindor stood over the limp, lifeless body of Despero Eruscruor, who had died laughing.

Seeing that their master was dead, hundreds of wizards retreated, hurrying down into Hogsmeade and away, never looking back.

As Godric looked down at the face of his foe, unwanted images of blood and gore, corpses piled high, bloodstained lawns, and wizards' faces twisted in terror as he bore down upon them with his mightly sword overwhelmed him. He staggered back a few steps. So many lives, lost at his own hand. He recoiled from the scene. He knew that now, there was no way he could live with himself. He had killed people, put a deadbolt in their hopes and dreams of the future. People who had families and friends and jobs. He knew what he had to do. He remembered Rowena, fighting with a long, tentacled arm, Helga rushing towards the lake with the very sword he held now, and stabbing the squid. Salazar complaining about the smell when they tried to cook it. His three best friends. He knew that he was never going to see them again. His numb fingers unclenched themselves from his beloved sword, which clattered to the grass.

Godric turned and walked straight towards the lake from his memories. When he reached the edge, he kept on walking, summoning a great swell of magic from deep within himself. This was his plan. It had been all along; he knew that now.

The second his head submerged, the transformation began. His arms and legs lengthened and turned rubbery; he grew two extra pairs of arms and an extra pair of legs, which followed his first set in their morphing. His spine twisted and bended impossibly, doubling him over. He felt his heart swell and expand until it wrenched itself apart into three. His nose and mouth lengthened and hardened into a beak, and his eyes grew in size until they were the size of dinner plates. His limbs turned into tentacles with suction cups lining the insides, some with claws as well. Lastly, his head swelled in size as well, and his entire body turned rubbery, with gills and two fins.

The giant squid dove deep into the cold depths of the lake and Godric Gryffindor was never seen again.

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Paint.the.Limelight Formerly: hrmy_lvr_4evr Love Detective Jobberknoll Join Date: Aug 2006 Location: Pigfarts? Posts: 4,210 Hogwarts RPG Name: Aurelie Rylen Sixth Year	Fiyero ♥ \| RED VINES! \| FOR NARNIAAAAAAAAAAA \| "Always." ♥\| SupermegafoxyAWESOMEhot! Okay here it is. Epilogue part 1: Godric Gryffindor The screams, the smoke, the bright flashes of curse light. The sickening crunch of bodies landing on the cold hard ground. The wavering candles of life were extinguished as Godric Gryffindor watched. The fear and pain emanating from the dying, the injured, and the onlookers was almost tangible in the air all around him. The drive of his purpose out here, in the backyard of his own school, kept him determined. But even so, at times the amount of anguish being flung at him would make him overcome, and the only thing tying him to the physical world was the sword he gripped so tightly in his hand, ruby-encrusted and now stained with the magical blood of dozens. A crash came from a few yards behind him. Pausing only to smite the wizard in front of him with a hastily shouted spell and a swing of the sword, Godric wheeled around. He tried not to comprehend that the mounds of crimson-soaked potato sacks dotting the grounds of Hogwarts were actually piles of dead bodies, lumped together haphazardly out of the way. As he completed his half-turn, a jolt of shock ran through him. Closer than he expected stood the source of the disturbance. His glassy, wild eyes reflected the flashes of wandlight. He held his wand up in front of his chest. This was the infamous Despero Eruscruor. He was the reason and the cause for this bloody battle. Godric had heard much about the evil wizard but had never seen him in person. Now that he stood before him, Godric's determination--the knowledge that so many innocent lives had been lost because of this man, the heartbreak and terror that had been inflicted on the entirety of the Wizarding world--swelled as it had only once before in his life: the day Salazar Slytherin left Hogwarts. He raised the magical sword in front of himself and walked towards the wizard. Eruscruor held up a hand. His face was perfectly expressionless, but his eyes--so wide that you could see the whites all around the dizzying silver irises--burned with a ferocity that would make a dragon quail. He opened his wizened mouth slowly, and spoke. "Godric Gryffindor." His voice rasped as though he had spent an entire day screaming--which, Godric thought, he probably had. Contempt colored every rise in his voice, and malice was laced through every dip. "You presume that simply because this battle has been fought at the school which you built, you can win. But you are wrong." His voice hardened. Now it reminded Godric of a poisonous spider waiting to sink its fangs into his neck. "You are far outnumbered, Gryffindor, and you have no whisper of a chance of defeating me. You should have listened to your friend Salazar slytherin all those years ago and prohibited Muggle-borns from attending the school. In the morning, when you are dead and I am headmaster, I shall kill them all, weeding out the bad blood, and start anew." Godric stood fast. "I'm afraid I cannot let you kill these children, Eruscruor." That is all that was needed to be said. The wizards flew at each other, wand and sword held high. From all over the lawns, people paused in their fighting, and faces of young and old children alike pressed against the windows of the castle, to see this greatest of battles. Flashes of magical light blinded and dazzled the eyes of the onlookers, in every color of the rainbow; then, with a final swell of bright green iridescence, Godric Gryffindor stood over the limp, lifeless body of Despero Eruscruor, who had died laughing. Seeing that their master was dead, hundreds of wizards retreated, hurrying down into Hogsmeade and away, never looking back. As Godric looked down at the face of his foe, unwanted images of blood and gore, corpses piled high, bloodstained lawns, and wizards' faces twisted in terror as he bore down upon them with his mightly sword overwhelmed him. He staggered back a few steps. So many lives, lost at his own hand. He recoiled from the scene. He knew that now, there was no way he could live with himself. He had killed people, put a deadbolt in their hopes and dreams of the future. People who had families and friends and jobs. He knew what he had to do. He remembered Rowena, fighting with a long, tentacled arm, Helga rushing towards the lake with the very sword he held now, and stabbing the squid. Salazar complaining about the smell when they tried to cook it. His three best friends. He knew that he was never going to see them again. His numb fingers unclenched themselves from his beloved sword, which clattered to the grass. Godric turned and walked straight towards the lake from his memories. When he reached the edge, he kept on walking, summoning a great swell of magic from deep within himself. This was his plan. It had been all along; he knew that now. The second his head submerged, the transformation began. His arms and legs lengthened and turned rubbery; he grew two extra pairs of arms and an extra pair of legs, which followed his first set in their morphing. His spine twisted and bended impossibly, doubling him over. He felt his heart swell and expand until it wrenched itself apart into three. His nose and mouth lengthened and hardened into a beak, and his eyes grew in size until they were the size of dinner plates. His limbs turned into tentacles with suction cups lining the insides, some with claws as well. Lastly, his head swelled in size as well, and his entire body turned rubbery, with gills and two fins. The giant squid dove deep into the cold depths of the lake and Godric Gryffindor was never seen again. __________________ Last edited by Paint.the.Limelight; 11-27-2009 at 03:22 PM. Reason: just fixing a few typos etc.