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draco*malfoy*lover · 07-03-2009, 07:32 PM

poor silas! *huggles* keydragon's just a big meanie.

loved it!

Paint.the.Limelight · 07-19-2009, 09:14 PM

Yeah. He is. So I kicked him out of the story.

I'll try and have the next chapter up soon. *nods*

harita · 08-11-2009, 05:30 PM

hey new reader...good story...honestly Salazar is pretty sweet in the last post...and Godric certainly looks like Jame's ancestor...hahaha...

Paint.the.Limelight · 08-14-2009, 02:31 AM

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Originally Posted by harita

hey new reader...good story...honestly Salazar is pretty sweet in the last post...and Godric certainly looks like Jame's ancestor...hahaha...

Thank you! Yep, Sal can be kind of sour but you can count on him in tough situations! And Godric...well when we made up the character we had James Potter in mind, minus the Fred-and-George sense of humor.

Okay. This is how the next few chapters will pan out. This will be the very last chapter in the current time, and then I'll have a few chapters that are an epilogue, years and years later. I want to wrap this baby up. So, enjoy.

Chapter Thirty

It was a full moon that night. Bright moonlight filtered in through every window, casting soft stained-glass patterns on the stone floors, crimson, gold, sapphire, and emerald with a distinct silvery moon-cast. The sounds of students heading up to bed echoed in the halls. The last laugh bubbled into silence just as a tall, honey-haired figure slipped into the staff room and the door snapped closed.

Helga turned away from the door to face her colleagues. "I apologize for being late," she said in her usual quiet, but cheerful manner. "A few of the students were fooling around in the halls and I had to send them on their merry way." She took her seat, in between Zephyr and Salazar.

From the other side of Zephyr, Rowena leaned forward. "Great. everyone's here now, which means that the meeting can start!" She ignored the stifled groans from the others. Rowena was the only one who enjoyed these meetings, held at the peak of every moon cycle. Everyone else just endured in silence.

"All right," said Salazar tiredly. "What was the point you wanted to bring up first?"

"Actually, Salazar," cut in Godric. "I was under the impression that you have something you wish to say. You've seemed down for weeks. I know you. What is on your mind, friend?"

"You know me too well, Godric," said Salazar, slightly waspishly. "There is something I want to bring up to all of you." He turned to face the room. The faces of his colleagues--his friends--stared back at him curiously. He let his eyes slide over each of their faces. Godric Gryffindor, with his unwavering bravery and loyal friendship. Emanuel Robincrest, with his bright red hair and slapstick sense of humor. Asiaree Clearfolk, with her piercing gaze and air of pride. Geraud Bladestorm, with his high-held chin and strict, hard demeanor. Rowena Ravenclaw, with her quirky smile and brilliant intelligence. Zephyr Moonstone, with his ever-changing eyes and mysterious personality. And Helga Hufflepuff, with her sweet smiles and sunny view on the world. None of them were ever going to forgive him for this.

"Salazar," said Asiaree. "Are you all right? You look like someone's died. Whatever is on your mind, speak it now and don't keep us waiting like this."

"Come on mate," said Zephyr. "I love the dark, but I hate being kept in the dark. Just tell us. It can't be that bad, now can it?"

"All right," said Salazar. "Here it is." He took a deep breath.
"I think we should only accept pure-blood wizards and witches into our school."

His statement was met by shocked silence and a hurt glare from Helga, who had a Muggle background.

Godric remembered all too well what had happened the last time this subject had been brought up. He had only recently forgiven Salazar for yelling at him, shocking Rowena into a rare state of astonishment, and worst of all striking Helga across the face, drawing blood. So when he finally spoke, it was hesitantly and rather carefully.
"Salazar," he began. "We've been through this and through this. Our school is open to students from any sort of background, whether they have Wizard blood or Muggle blood or somewhere in between. If they possess magical talent, they are to be permitted into the school."

Salazar was instantly angry. "But if there is any Muggle heritage, then their blood is tainted. There is a greater chance of failure. That isn't a risk I'm willing to take!" He fought to keep his voice under control. he wanted his way and he wanted it badly, but he didn't want another fight.

"There is no proof of that!" said Godric impatiently. "You are prejudiced and cruel, Salazar. You're my friend, but I won't allow this." he stood up.

Salazar stood up too. Somewhere inside him, the act of standing up snapped something and he lost control.
"What I will not allow are your stupid rules, Godric!" he hissed. "I helped you build this school. I have a right to decide what comes into it. I will not let filthy Mudbloods ruin the air that I breathe! Either they go or I go! I will not live for this!"

Rowena stood hastily. "Now that's enough," she said nervously. But now both of the men had lost control. Neither of them heard her.

Godric reached for his wand. "How dare you!" he roared."You have just insulted one of your best friends, Salazar! You've crossed the line!" He pointed to Helga, who had reacted to the foul term for Muggle-borns in the worst possible way. She stared straight ahead blankly, tears pouring down her face, shaking violently.

Hastily, Geraud Bladestorm got up, knelt beside her chair, and put an arm around her shoulders. "There there," he said, his voice gentler than anyone had ever heard it. He pulled Helga's unresponsive form into his side and put his arms around her in an attempt to get some sort of reaction out of her.

It worked. She stood up, suddenly furious, and strode up to Salazar, wand out. "You have now passed beyond anything I could have expected from you, Salazar," she said venemously. She glared at him for another moment. Then all of a sudden, all the fury left her and she hurried back to her seat, face in hands. She leaned into Geraud's side and sobbed into his chest.

Godric watched her with horrified eyes and turned back to Salazar. "I can no longer call you my friend, Slytherin," he said.

With a roar, Salazar made a lunge for him. He raised his wand. The tip filled with bright green light, a swirling vortex of magic, deadly and beautiful. He pointed it at Godric and opened his mouth to utter the horrible curse--

Godric ducked. The spell flew over his head. The wardrobe behind him burst into flames. He raised his wand to fire a curse back at Salazar--

And dropped his wand. It fell to the floor with a clatter. The blood-red star at the end fizzled out. He stared at Salazar for a long moment.

Zephyr, Asiaree, and Emanuel stood up in the same moment. Geraud followed a split second after, disentangling himself from Helga's sob-racked body.
"I think you should leave," said Asiaree imperiously to Salazar. Geraud nodded in assent, rippling his muscles as his hand clenched around his wand.

"Fine," snapped Salazar. "I couldn't be around you Mudblood-lovers anyway." He glared at Helga, who watched him with tearfilled eyes. His face twisted into a hateful sneer. "And you, Helga. I expected more, even from a filthy Mudblood like you." He spat at her.

Geraud charged him like a bull, but instead of tackling him, twisted his arms behind his back and took away his wand. "You can have this back once you get outside the grounds," he growled. "Now walk."

Salazar spared Godric one last glance. Memories of all the good times they had flooded him. But Godric Gryffindor was no longer his friend. That bond had broken. He let Geraud steer him out, and Salazar Slytherin left Hogwarts forever. But his pride and joy, his life's work, still lurked in the depths of the castle, a room only he knew about. A sleeping monster he had created. He had done what he wanted to.

Back in the staff room, the atmosphere was somber. One by one, the staff trickled out. Everyone was devastated, but no one was crushed more than Godric Gryffindor, and Helga Hufflepuff, and Rowena Ravenclaw. The latter wiped a tear from her eye. Only she and Zephyr were left in the room now. She gave him a tearful glance. "It's never going to be the same," she said. "Never."

Droo · 08-14-2009, 11:36 AM

OMG! *shivers* Great Chapter!

harita · 08-14-2009, 11:53 AM

oh...that was really nice and i guess that was how everything must have cropped up...Rowena's last words says it all..."it is never going to be the same...Never"

Paint.the.Limelight · 08-14-2009, 01:28 PM

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Originally Posted by SeerCassandraTrelawney

OMG! *shivers* Great Chapter!

Thanks! And thank you for adding this chapter to the guide. I had to shut down the computer right after posting and I didn't really get a chance to do it myself last night.

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Originally Posted by harita

oh...that was really nice and i guess that was how everything must have cropped up...Rowena's last words says it all..."it is never going to be the same...Never"

Yup. I'm glad you liked it!

draco*malfoy*lover · 08-20-2009, 10:17 PM

omg!!!! that was fantastic!!!
i can't wait to read more!!!!!

Paint.the.Limelight · 08-23-2009, 07:09 PM

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Originally Posted by draco*malfoy*lover

omg!!!! that was fantastic!!!
i can't wait to read more!!!!!

Thanks!

What I'm planning to do for the epilogue is, there will be four parts, one from the point of view of each founder. Like the flashbacks. I guess it will be the last minutes of their lives. Sound good?

Droo · 08-29-2009, 11:09 PM

Sound fantastic, and very fitting.

Paint.the.Limelight · 08-30-2009, 12:11 AM

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Originally Posted by SeerCassandraTrelawney

Sound fantastic, and very fitting.

Thanks.

I'm going to try and get the first part of the epilogue up this weekend. But I don't know. School's started (*gag*) and I already have tons of homework. I will try my best, though!

-- Maura

aaetha · 11-23-2009, 12:37 AM

NEW READER!!!!!!
hey, it's been months!!!!
sorry, but i want to know what happens!!!!!

~Arielle~

Droo · 11-25-2009, 02:35 AM

I know, I hate inactivating this soooo close to the end...

Paint.the.Limelight · 11-25-2009, 07:44 PM

OH MY GOD OH MY GOD.

I'm sooo sorry you guys. I completely forgot I had a fan fiction!!!! That's how busy I am. Well, I knew I had one...but I forgot I was supposed to update it...I was just like
"Yeah....Oh I have that fan fiction, right! well, no new comments.....Maybe the new chapter will poof in my hard drive soon."

I'll post a new chapter right away!! I apologize again and again!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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.