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tktsunami · 9 months

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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.

~~~

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.

~~~

°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.°

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gaygryffindorgal · 1 month

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regulusfate · 3 years

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I would give you the world, if you would look at me

Salric (Godric x Salazar)

For Jules’ (ig: @/siriuspads) 2.5k writing competition

Ten years old and Godric Gryffindor met his oldest friend by accident.

He followed a wisp, a small swirl of magic just short of a whisper spreading through the parched landscape. Bare with the dry season, tufts of brown left in the wake of dying grass, bleeding their blades to the grave of dirt. The day was a warm one, with a dry heat that brushed dust against his clothes and threatened to choke his throat should he dare open his mouth.

His fæder had pulled up along the cobblestone streets, the small town so seemingly out of place, as if the empty of it all stretched far and wide and sunk the peels of laughter to nothing more than an echo lost for the wild.

It was full of muggles. The word still felt strange on his lips, it tasted of the grapes that weren’t quite sweet enough and not so sour, an imbalance like the lack the of rain that had fallen in the last moon cycle. One of the first words he’d learnt to write, scratched on thin parchment with his scrawl that jerked a little in his fingers and lost its curl half way through as the momentum of his movements drained and his fingers cramped.

The horse beneath him stirred, and Godric bit down on his lip, it’s tender edge slowly being thwarted by his teeth as he gripped the reigns harder, and waited on the edge. He was told him to wait there, and so he did, shifting restlessly with the threatening of acid to roll up his leg and into his thigh.

The muggles watched him, and so he moved his eyes away.

Something swam hazily in his vision, the air growing more stuffy, still with intention and hot with the bearing teeth of the sun, he bit his lip once more and felt it split with the shock of pain that sparked through his cheek.

He decided to climb down, before he did any more damage to his face.

His boots hit the dusty trail, and he’d hardly risen a clammy hand to dab the blood away, when he saw him.

A soft curl of hair first, pitched black like the deepest night and swept ever gentler in the low breeze that washed over his face, moving the silky head of hair to look up. Across the dying landscape, there were few patches of greenery left, even those fading with each day. But the figure was pressed flat into the ground, hiding precariously behind the few bloated strains of weed left, and limbs following the curve of the ground downwards in the small ditch that Godric was sure he had not seen.

But he should’ve done, it was right in the line of sight from which they rode up the dusty paths, he would’ve seen the boys back at least, or the head of hair that seemed to add a dash of colour to the shades of brown dripping around them.

“Who are you?” His voice faltered a little, throat wilting with the hot air but that would not outweigh the shiver of curiosity that ran through him.

The boy, for Godric was sure it was, though the edge of his gaze seemed partly shimmered by thirst that wove its way into the forefront of his mind, hesitated for a moment.

“Who are you?” Godric imported again, careful to straighten his shoulders and tug his chin a little higher, decorum decorum and dear circe he was thirsty.

“Whose asking?” The boy remarked, his skin pale even in the deep warmth of the sun, and with audacity to curl his lips into a smirk.

Audacity, he wasn’t sure what it meant but Godric thought it sounded smart in his head, so that’s what mattered as he licked his lips and clutched tighter to the reigns hanging down at his side. There was a hum of magic that followed them, all the way from the tree’s of the moors and the wetter winds, swept between the silence and through the leaves and the clouds and sticking to the leather of his boots.

And here and now, he could feel it. Later, years on, he might have describe a ghostly presence to keep all eyes entailed on his rich drip of words, but those years would wait for them to come.

The other boy stared at him, without moving, and that looked entirely too uncomfortable. Eyes of a light grey, wide and innocent but an all too striking smirk dancing with the light of mischief and one he would with time come to regard with an amused trepidation.

“Did you follow us?” Godric demanded suddenly, and even the change surprised himself, from a wary hesitance to the sharp rush of fear that almost tripped at his feet, and a crash sounded somewhere out of sight.

Even to their childlike gaiety, the world was cruel in so simpler a way.

The boy gave some sort of amused noise at the back of his throat, half caught in a daze of worry that strapped itself across his face, not quite so defined features catching the glance of the sun, beginning to tinge with a reddish blemish.

“I don’t even know you.” He remarked back with some incredulity and Godric gave what he hoped was a hard stare and if the swift succession from concern to humour on the other boys face was anything to go by - he had failed.

“I’m Godric.” He conceded bitterly, half unsure why he was telling, half dampened to the fact that now he’d accused the boy he couldn’t not tell. It wouldn’t be fair.

“Call me Zar.” Those eyes still flamed with some vibrant spark of .. fun.

“But that’s not your name?” Godric concluded quickly, eyebrows knitting together with a rise of frustration and he was sure the boy was tricking him.

“Yes and no,” came the annoyingly cheerful reply, and then the boy Zar stood up, brushing his hands of the crumbling chalk leaving a soft pattern of white on his fingers.

“What are you doing here?” Godric asked sullenly, resisting the urge to swing himself back up on the horse to place a bigger height difference, as Zar scrambled up the small incline and they found themselves with fewer inches between their heads. Resisting because he wasn’t sure could get his leg back over without help.

“Observing!” And suddenly he sounded excited, and Godric wanted to take a step back.

“Observing what?” He asked warily, and Zar grinned, something childish splitting across his face.

“I never did find out.” The soft pattering of rain drew him from his thoughts, sliding down the windows in a gentle haste, and he stretched his aching limbs with soft pops.

“Find out what?”

Deep, with the tinge of a drawl and the smothering of an accent, Salazar’s voice familiar by the smallest sound and penetrating through the darkest storm cloud that may arise in his mind.

“What you were observing that day.” Godric asked, a curious smile spreading across his lips, their shoulders almost touching as Lord Slytherin came to rest by his side where he escaped the centre of echos of the Yule celebrations and slipped to the back of the room, to take a moment of content peace.

A familiar smirk propped up on his face, one of great infuriation to all who knew him and Godric was no exception despite Salazar’s charms, rolling his eyes before the man could even talk. They didn’t need to elaborate, this had been a question tossed between them for many a year.

“Your fine specimen-“

“Salazar-!”

“Of a horse.”

Godric scowled, but it fell quickly as they jostled a little in place, shoulders bumping.

“I’ll let you know one day.”

A soft murmur, more than he’d given clue too in a long time, and smithing swelled in Godric’s chest before it halted mid rise, and something cold shivered down his spine. They were no stranger to the working of the world now, this was the third term their school had been open, the days of spring were almost upon them, but they had seen enough to last a life time even so. He hoped, one day, if he ever got the answer, it wouldn’t be something he would come to hate.

“You worry too much Ric,” Salazar clapped his shoulder, spoken in light gesture but something shadowed stirred in their eyes. They would be fools to ignore the rising tensions, they knew what hate could do. “Enjoy the festivities my friend.”

One day their roles would be reversed. Godric couldn’t see that coming, but he saw something sadder, as his friend, his partner, swept through the circle of students scattered waiting for a dance, amongst the warming glow of candles and swept Helga away in a twirl. Sadder because he could feel it, that same hum of magic from all those years ago, it pulled the, together like glue and kept them stuck. And it felt at its lightest, at its brightest when they were side by side.

His shoulder tingled for a moment, as Godric always felt with every touch Slytherin gave to him, and the goblet in his hand felt a little heavier for weight.

He gave a weary sigh and moved to join the fun, his eyes unconsciously following Salazar’s moves. He would come to lose that elegance in the war they would fight. Godric could never hope to understand what he felt towards the man, at least he never felt he would, he just followed wherever that him of magic took him, and was always lead right back there, to his waiting gaze.

“I met my soulmate when I met you !” A high laugh, hands fumbling, one of Rowena’s wards stood mighty and not so tall on the table, with a hasty attempt to dip her friend into some sort of kiss, and the boy cried out in surprise. One of his own, the red glint catching absently in his gaze as he halted.

“But you did not.” He breathed to himself, with something uncomfortable that prickled at the back of his neck, and Godric found he could not look away from the his two friends dancing across the hall. But you did not.

Not for the first time did he wonder if Salazar was ever likely to look at another the way Godric wished he would see him.

See him with love.

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fandomisheart · 7 years

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So, shipping the fictional thing.

Why do you ship the thing?

“Because I think Harry/Ginny is cute, and it is canon” - Sure, go for it!

“Maybe I just like Jaune/Pyrrha” - Go right ahead!

“Well, I’m bi, and so is Olivier, so I feel I can relate whether he is paired with Mueller or Scherazard” - Not a problem!

“I feel like Joker/Harley can help me through a few problems I’ve been having” - Yep, perfectly valid!

“Salazar and Godric are hot, I want to fap to them doing things” - Nothing wrong with that!

Ship whoever in fiction you want for whatever reason you want. Your reasons are your own and perfectly valid, let no one else tell you otherwise!

#shipping #harry potter #rwby #legend of heroes #batman #seriously #ship whatever you want #canon or not #salric is hot #so is olivier with anyone #om nom nom

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chaoticfandomgirly · 3 months

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Third chapter of my WIP the four founders fanfiction.

Discover their journey and learn how Hogwarts came to be along with the rise and fall of the four founders.

#ao3 #archive of our own #fanfiction #the four founders #the marauders fandom #rowena ravenclaw #godric × salazar #salric #helga hufflepuff #godric gryffindor #salazar slytherin #lovers to enemies #we were lovers #harry potter fanfiction

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tktsunami · 1 year

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I need more Salric, so I'm writing Part II

(English is not my mother language so beware :D And this are only shorts and moment for an AU. Also I can't decide which turn to take in the second year. This is just one of two xD)

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.

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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, at least 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 Parseltongue 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?

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He had been blind, weak and incompetent. Godric hissed as the pain went through his nerves. He could only watch helplessly as the daughter of Salazar’s basilisk cried out in pain and died. The poison was already in his body and weakened him quicker than his two magic cores who tried to destroy the other. He would die here… But before… he had to rescue the youngest Weasly. With his last strength he walked to her, ignored the young version of Voldemort and looked at the diary.

As soon as he had held the diary he knew what it was. An horcrux like him. He wasn’t fooled when Tom showed him what he wanted him to see. Hagrid couldn’t even speak Parseltongue and a spider as a ‘monster’. Pathetic.

But he thought he could find out a little bit more about Tom, about Voldemort but then someone stole the diary and he didn’t know who it was. And that was his mistake. He should have destroyed this damn diary as soon as he found it! But he didn’t and so he had to kill a basilisk - a basilisk which fought against the commands of the one who had it claimed, a basilisk which was going insane because it was suffering. It was only fair that he would die through the poison of a basilisk. It was his mistake only.

He called his sword - which he had let loose after the kill - and took the diary from Ginny.

“What are you doing?”, said Tom confused with a slight concern in his voice.

“Killing a monster.”, Godric replied and stabbed the diary with his sword.

The diary got destroyed and with it Tom. As soon as the rest of the vision of Tom vanished, Ginny opened her eyes.

“Harry?”

“It is okay, Ginny. I know he made you do it. Go. Go to Ron, he is waiting for you outside. I… I have to do something else first. Go.”

She shouldn’t see him die.

“Harry! You’re bleeding!”

“Not much. Go.”

She hesitated, but then she went her way. Godric sighed and closed his eyes. He remembered the first time he was here.

“Doesn’t really look comfortable.”

“That’s the outside area. Come. I will show you the hiding rooms. There is space for beds and also a room for potions to heal students who could be wounded.”, explained Slytherin.

Godric smiled.

“Sounds good. I think it is a good idea to have space for Sahlia and a safe place for the students if Hogwarts should be attacked.”

“Thought that you would like it.”

Salazar smiled and showed him the rooms, also the storage room for potions.

“There will also be phoenix tears and antidotes for basilisk poison. Just to be safe.”

Godric opened his eyes again. Wait… The antidote could still be there. Groaning, he rose and staggered to the hidden rooms. Shortly before he reached the storage room he collapsed. Not good. All his strength had left him. But his magic was still there. Weak and still fighting but maybe…

“Accio basilisk antidote…”

His voice was only a whisper, but his magic reacted. The door jumped open and the vial with the antidote flew straight into his hand.

It was fair that he would die through the poison but Salazar would be sad and devastated if he would still live. His friends would want him to try to live as long as he could, fighting for Hogwarts. So he took the antidote and waited.

After a few minutes he felt better. Slowly he rose again and walked out of the hidden rooms. His sight stopped at the dead body of the basilisk. Sahlias offspring. He could not leave her like this. Sahlia would come sooner or later and if she would find her like that…

~”What happened? Godric?”~

Too late.

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

~“I’m sorry Sahlia… A student was here… The horcrux tried to kill her, so that he could live again. He…forced your daughter to kill me…”~, he answered in parsel.

His voice was shaking in grief.

“I.. my magic didn’t respond as it should have been and only my sword answered my call. I’m so sorry…”

He could hear how Sahlia reached her daughter, hissing in grief.

~”Don’t be sorry Godric…”~, she said after a while: ~”You were the one who held the sword, but it was not you who killed her. It was him. He forced you to defend a student and yourself against her. He forced her to kill the ones we swore to protect. She was never the same after she killed that one student 50 years ago. I just hope… she can be at peace now.”~

Sahlia touched him with her snout and Godric felt the tears of his own. Crying he collapsed again, shaking trying to hold her.

Even though she said it wasn’t his fault, he couldn’t believe it. He should have done something.

~“You may be Godric Gryffindor, one of the best duelists that ever lived. At least in my eyes… But you’re only twelve years old at the moment, Godric. And you have problems with your magic. You did your best at that moment. Don’t think you should have done better. You couldn’t and I know you tried to save my daughter as well.”~

He did. He was climbing that damned wall not to reach her head. But because he hoped she would hit herself strong enough to lose consciousness. It hadn’t worked and so he was out of options…

”I’m still sorry. I couldn’t save her.”

~“Nobody could. Not you, not me, even Salazar could not have done it.”~, she whispered.

Slowly he opened his eyes and looked again to her daughter.

“My magic is okay again… I think… I can at least… try…”

Sahlia had her eyes closed, held still as he took his wand and cast the spell. The words came out of his mouth without thinking.

The dead body rose and crystallized. She would not rot here like some thrown away body. She tried everything she could and like him she lost this fight. But she tried and he wanted to pay her respect with it. The crystal was her grave and monument at the same time. He closed his eyes again.

~”I closed my eyes. Is this okay?”~

Sahlia was silent for a few minutes, before she nudged at him.

~”It’s beautiful and more than any of my kind had ever had after we died. Thank you, Godric.”~

He smiled, but then spitted blood. Too much. His magic cores were fighting again.

~”Godric!”~

It was the last thing he heard before he lost consciousness.

~~~

He came out a few hours later than Ron and Ginny. After they left the chamber it had closed and no teacher had reached him. Sahlia had watched over him until he woke up.

After everyone was sure that he was okay, everything got back to normal.

Dumbledore came back and called him to his office.

Godric didn’t show how displeased he was that Dumbledore stored his sword in his office. The professors took it from him, after he left the chamber. But he couldn’t say that it was his and as Dumbledore asked him how the sword came to him, he only said that he found it in the chamber. Dumbledore didn’t really believe him, and Godric felt how he tried to look into his mind. He showed him a fantasy memory, not the truth, tricked him. Salazar had taught him how to do that. Godric used okklumentik in an instinctive reaction and was really good at it. But Salazar wanted to be sure that Godric could also trick others to believe they could use legimantik against him. It was easier if the enemy thought they were successful.

So Dumbledore believed him.

“Professor…”

He hated it to call him that. Dumbledore didn’t teach anymore, so why should he call him that?

“The basilisk… I don’t think she was there to purge the school.”

“Why do you think that?”

At least he could try to repair Salazar's reputation.

“She was angry at herself and repeated that she didn’t want to attack me. She fought against the commando of Tom. He said she has to kill me, but if she could she bought me time to avoid her attacks. Everyone was turned into stone. If a basilisk wants to kill, it will. But there were more than one incident where the person turned into stone. No One was killed. I also found a safe place for students in the chamber. I guess… the basilisk was there to protect us, not to hunt down muggleborns, Sir. Maybe the history we know is wrong. Since I heard the story I asked myself: Why build a school with someone who is like Salazar was described?”

“That is an interesting question Harry. But sometimes the true self of someone shows after time.”

Godric remained silent at that. No one said it would be easy to repair Salazar’s reputation. And when Lucius Malfoy entered the office, he knew the topic was finished. Now he had to help Dobby and he had an idea how.

#godric x salazar #gryffindor #slytherin #hogwarts #hogwarts houses #hogwarts founders #harry potter #SalRic #own writing #What if Harry is Godric Gryffindor #second year #poor basilisk

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I need more Salric, so I'm writing

(English is not my mother language so beware :D And this are only shorts and moment for an AU)

“You’re wizard Harry.”

Oh, really? Should he be surprised? Maybe. But he knew it since he was one year old. Since the green spell was trying to kill him and his magic threw itself against it. Back then he couldn’t understand what was happening. How could he? He was only one year old. A little child who couldn’t handle all these memories which awoke in that night. Sometimes he couldn’t handle it even now. He was an adult caged in the body and mind of a child. He was a child with the memories, magic and feeling of an adult. He was a freak, not because he could do magic. He was a freak before this life and now even more, because he could remember, because he could use his magic from his old life. He was a freak for this family and he would be a freak to the magical world, too.

But only if they knew, and he would try to be just Harry and not Godric Gryffindor. At least as long as he could to find out why he was back, why the magic decided to activate now. Hogwarts had called for help and he would find out why and how to help his school. It would be easier if wizards and witches didn’t know who he truly was.

“You must be wrong. I’m Harry. Just Harry.”

He was a liar. Harry Potter died that night ten years ago. Harry died and Godric awoke.

~~~

It hurt to be at Hogwarts. The magic of the school welcomed him happily, taking him in. It was too much. His magic cores were vibrating inside him, fighting each other. The magic of ‘just Harry’ was weak but stubborn. It grew with age and was more aggressive than his old ‘Godric’ magic core. This one was older, powerful and wild, but also more tamed. It tries to protect him. Magic cores grew with time, a reason why children showed more magic the older they got. This was also important because the magic an adult possesses would be too much for a small body - for the body of a child, for a body who was not fully developed. His old magic core had been sleeping like his memories, but awoke to protect him against the death curse. With that it couldn’t just sleep again. It tried as good as it could to retreat to protect the small body. With his other magic core growing and attacking it fought back.

Now, he was in Hogwarts, and his old magic connected with the school was rising and hurting him. He could feel how he lost more and more of his control and was barely standing. That was the moment when Draco Malfoy came to him. The ‘boy-who-lived’ didn’t want to make enemies, but after insulting of the first boy who was kind to him in this life, he just snapped.

“I think I can tell the wrong sort for myself, thanks.”

Godric wanted to slap himself. He could have been out better words. Words that didn’t reject Malfoy's friendship, but also didn’t approve of his behavior.

But there were no words in his mind except ‘It hurts’.

~~~

When he looked into the mirror, he didn't see himself. Not like he was at the moment. There was no scar, no black short hair, nor wear glasses. His eyes were green, not the emerald green he had now, but a mint green. He was older, had blonde shoulder-length hair and a three days beard. His eyes were not so tired, not so empty and filled with sadness. They sparkled with joy, happiness and life. He was smiling and he was not alone.

He was surrounded by them. His best friends, his family.

The boy who lived cried as he saw this. At least the first time. He never told Ron, nor anyone else. He knew what the mirror was. The Mirror showed the deepest desire of the person who looked into it. He wasn’t dump and he could read. And most importantly… he didn’t need this mirror to know his deepest desire. But it was nice to see them. It was nice to see himself surrounded by them. It was not true but it helped to forget for a few moments.

When Dumbledore found him, he thought he would see his dead parents: Lily and James Potter. Dumbledore was too convinced of his thinking to think anything else, to ask him what he was seeing in the mirror. It never occurred to him that his student didn't long for people he had no memories of. Why should he? The ones you could remember and lose were the ones you longed for the most.

But he never corrected Dumbledore nor did he say what was truly in his mind when Dumbledore told him: “It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live, remember that.".

If he hadn't lived a little of his dreams, Hogwarts wouldn't be standing here, full of life. And he wasn’t dwelling on dreams either.

He just remembered his old life and missed it, regretting that he had given himself a chance at a new life without his friends. But when he cast the spell, created that chance, he thought only of Hogwarts, to protect it. He had never imagined how hard it would be. To be Godric Gryffindor, alone at Hogwarts, without the other founders. To be alive while they were not.

And he was nothing more. Alive but not living.

He asked what Dumbledore had seen, but got nothing but a lie. Fair enough.

He looked back to the mirror, saw Helga giving Rowena a flower crown, saw Salazar looking at them fondly, then looked at him - not his mirrored old self - and smiled his little smile. It hurts but it was a pain he welcomed. It was only a sign how deeply he missed them.

~~~

Sometimes he wonders what had happened to Hogwarts if he would have been longer alive. Would it have been a difference at all? Maybe for his friends at least. Could he have prevented the tragedy between Rowena and her daughter? He was shocked to see the ghost of Helena Ravenclaw. She was looking a lot like her mother in her adulthood so it was not hard to recognize her, even though he only knew her from her childhood.

After he recognized her he was searching desperately in the library about the history of the other founders. The line of Ravenclaw ended with Helena and Rowena - the last one died shortly after her daughter. Hufflepuff at least did not end that early but it was impossible for him to find out more. At least here in the library of Hogwarts. Slytherin had a daughter - Katharina - but she was never mentioned. But a big lie was written. The book stated that Salazar left Hogwarts after a huge fight between him and Godric. That had to be a mistake. He still could remember how Salazar desperately tried to find a cure for him. How Salazar was sitting next to his bed while he died. Godric had tried to comfort his friend, his secret love. Even now he could feel his heart longed for Slytherin.

He was maybe only eleven years old, at least in this life but his feelings were older and nce someone was in his heart he would never stop caring, loving. And Salazar was more than a friend even though he never told him. Too afraid how his friend would turn away from him in disgust. Back in his old time it was a sickness to love someone from the same gender. But time changed. There were now people who tried to change the mind of people, who said it was okay to love someone regardless of gender. Godric knew it because Uncle Vernon was so angry that the TV was showing something called ‘Pride Parade’. Even there were people now who were fighting for people like him… He still thought he was sick because of it, he still thought he was a freak because of it. He had a whole life thinking that way and even when Salazar would be still alive, breathing and talking next to him, Godric knew he would never be brave enough to say it. The friendship was more important than to acknowledge his feelings to him. But only Godric was alive. Alive alive and Salazar was dead, not here.

Godric knew his feelings would never change. Ron and Hermione were his friends but they would never be so close to him like the other founders. They only knew Harry, not Godric and they never would. And no one could ever take Salazar's place. He would only love him and no one else. Not back then, not now or in the future.

#godric x salazar #gryffindor #slytherin #hogwarts #hogwarts houses #hogwarts founders #harry potter #SalRic #own writing #What if Harry is Godric Gryffindor

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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.

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

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.

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.

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