Harry Potter and the Forgotten Founders

"Maria!" screamed a 2-year-old Charlie Weasley from his sleep.

"Shut...up...you...booger," mumbled Bill Weasley, Charlie's older brother, restlessly.

"Honey, what's wrong?" asked Molly Weasley while rushing into the room with her husband Arthur close behind her.

"Oh, it's nothing I just had this very vivid dream from a past life. It was about this girl I had a crush on, except that she was in love with Salazar Slytherin. Even though she knew that he was in love with her older sister Rowena Ravenclaw. Salazar just tried to kill Maria in my dream by sticking a quill in her throat," stated Charlie with clarity; he flopped down onto the bed. "Why can't things just be simpler? He shouldn't have fooled around with Maria if he was just using her, that bastard!"

"Wha?" said Molly and Arthur in unison, but the young boy was fast asleep.

*************************24 years later****************************

On number 4 Privet Drive things were the same as usual. The Dursleys' were still on Harry's back about everything. Aunt Petunia was especially vindictive.

"Boy, when are you going off to see those freak friends of yours again, we would be happy to drive you. I'd rather rack up thousands of miles on the car than have those freaks destroy the house again."

"Shove it," replied Harry simply.

"Don't talk to your aunt like that Potter! We have had the displeasure of looking out for you, feeding you, and putting a roof over your head for the past 15 years. It's about time you start appreciating it. I think that you need to get out of this house and get a job!! Start paying your own way."

"A job, yeah. That's actually not a bad idea. Thanks Uncle Vernon!" Harry ran up into his room and started to write a note to his friend Hermione before he decided what to do. Hermione was always so creative, and always came up with the best ideas. So he scribbled on a piece of paper:

Hermione-

Getting a summer job, don't know what yet. Do you have any suggestions? I can't wait for my OWL results the suspense is killing me. I hope that I get at least five. I know that you are probably ripping your hair out in wonder. But I bet that you will get the best out of anyone in our year, or in the history of the school. Well, I got to go look at the wanted ads. Oh, are you staying with "Ron" again this summer. If so you have to get me out of here!!!!

-Harry

Then he scribbled out an almost exact replica for Ron and then sent Hedwig off. He crawled into bed after doing some Defense Against the Dark Arts work. Hopefully the Order of the Phoenix was still meeting at Sirius's old house. Sirius!! Harry could feel the tears welling up. 'I can't think about this. I can't think about this,' thought Harry. Sirius was gone and there was nothing that he could do about it. Sirius was dead; Harry had seen him die and was still coping with it. Sirius was the only parent that Harry truly knew, and in his last months of life he seemed miserable. 'I can't think about Sirius.' He thought for the last time before he drifted off to sleep.

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The next night while Harry was doing some Divination homework, more like making it up, Hedwig fluttered in with a school owl and Pig. Harry opened the first parcel.

Dear Mr. Potter,

I have your O.W.L. results they are as follows:

Defense Against the Dark Arts- Outstanding (in advanced, intermediate, and basic)

Potions-Excellent (in both advanced and basic)

Transfiguration- Outstanding (in both advanced and basic)

Care of Magical Creatures- Outstanding

Charms-Outstanding (in both advanced and basic)

Herbology- Outstanding

Those were the classes that you got OWL's in. Divination, History of Magic, and Astronomy could use improvements.

Sincerely,

Professor Minerva McGonagall

Eleven O.W.L.'s he couldn't believe it. He took the post from Hedwig and Pig. He decided to read the one from Hermione first.

Dear Harry

I miss you so much. I can't wait until the next time we see you which will be soon, because I am with 'Ron.' I can't tell you when, but someone is going come and get you. We will all be at the burrow to meet you, though. Oh, guess what I got 15 O.W.L.s. Mum and Dad is so proud. I really can't wait until school starts again. Our sixth year!! Hopefully nothing crazy will happen. I look forward to seeing you and I good luck on your OWLS.

Love from Hermione

Harry-

I got 9 OWLS. Mum cried, and dad was ecstatic. I know that it isn't like the twelve that Percy or Bill got, but they don't want me to be that devoted anymore. I guess that it's because Percy is so wrapped up in his 'work.' Anyway I can't say much but we are coming to get you from the Dursley's soon, so stay strong and work hard at your job, whatever it may be. Good luck on your OWL results.

-Ron

Harry scribbled down a note with his OWL results on it and then went to bed.

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"This is indeed an extraordinary time for the Death Eaters, the first woman is admitted since Bellatrix," said Lord Voldemort. "Would the young lady step forward?" Michelle step forward, her shoulder-length brown hair blowing in the wind. She stuck out her left arm for the Dark Lord to put his mark that would last forward. "Now, since you are a woman your option is kneeling or standing."

"Sexist Pig!" she muttered under her breath. "I'd prefer standing."

"Most do but they usually fall to their knees. MORSMORDRE!!" she felt a searing pain go through her arm, but she didn't cry out or fall to her knees, she didn't even stop smiling for that matter.

"Tell me how it felt?" he asked.

"It felt like a cool dip in a pool on a stifling day," she said smiling.

"How does this feel? Crucio!" Michelle was expecting this for some time she even practiced on herself to build up immunity. Actually it felt quite nice, like a giant massage, she stifled a giggle. "How did that feel?"

"Not too bad, I was expecting worse."

"Ask me not to do it again."

"Do it again!" she shouted.

"Excuse me? What did you say?"

"I said do it again. Are you deaf? It felt like a massage."

"Say, please don't do it again my Lord," her father bent over and whispered in her ear. Michelle rolled her eyes.

"Typical, just typical, I am not calling him Lord. All men think they're god but they aren't!" she sneered. "Well the hell with you, I would rather die than serve you."

"I will spare your life because you amuse me my pet."

"I am not your pet and there you go playing god again. I wish Harry Potter would have killed you! I don't wish death upon you, because it would put you out of your misery. I hope that you suffer the kiss, and all of these people go with you, as your soul gets stripped from you!! No wait, don't you have to have a soul in the first place." she heard a snort from the corner.

"Does something amuse you, young Draco?"

"No my Lord," he answered.

"Why do you call him that? Without you he would be powerless, wouldn't you rather die sooner than go to hell later, I would!"

"Sean, shut your daughter up she's giving me a migraine."

"Sorry my Lord."

"Would you like some Midol?" she smirked.

"Are you offering me muggle medication?"

"Is there something wrong with that? Your father was a muggle, and he didn't want you. I wonder why? Maybe because you're an unstable, psychopathic moron, with nothing better to do than take over the world," she heard another laugh.

"Not the brightest crayon in the box is she?" she heard Draco Malfoy whisper to his father.

"She's either really dumb or very smart."

"This girl entertains me. I want to have her children as servants, so we'll have to make sure their parents are both death eaters. Draco," Draco popped his head up, she couldn't see his face, but she could see silvery hair and gray eyes.

"Yes...master," she could feel the hesitation in his voice.

"You and Miss Trouch here are going to get married and have children as soon as you graduate."

"Excuse me!!" he shouted.

"I'd rather eat my own vomit!" exclaimed Michelle.

"You will get married, and have children under pain of death."

"Okay then, do you want my number?" asked Michelle.

"Ah, yes young love. You will have beautiful children together," he said wiping under his eyes.

****

Harry decided against a summer job and decided to take up running instead. He figured that it would come in handy for Quidditch, he was not going to let anything ruin this year. This year had to be perfect. No Sorcerers Stones, no Chamber of Secrets, no thoughts of all the escaped convicts, no Triwizard Tournament, and no prophecies. What else was there really? Harry wasn't dense he knew that Voldemort was still out there somewhere, but he didn't want to spend his life fearing it. Besides what's the point in living if you can't feel alive, or so the James Bond show Dudley rented said.

"Potter!" screamed his Uncle Vernon.

"Bloody hell what now?" he said to himself. "Yes, Uncle Vernon!"

"Get you lazy ass down here," his Uncle yelled up at him. Harry figured that this wasn't going to be pretty so he waltzed down stairs merrily, trying to piss his uncle off more.

"Professor Dumbledore??" Harry said as he reached the bottom of the stairs. Harry noticed that Dumbledore didn't even make an attempt at wearing muggle clothes; he wore the usual deep blue robes with the stars and moons on them.

"Harry! What a pleasure to see you again, and I finally get a chance to meet your family. You must be the Dursleys," he motioned to Dudley, Petunia, and Vernon. "Fine household you have here and so tidy too," he ran his bony finger over the coffee table. "Not a speck of dust. You must be busy as a beaver with cooking and cleaning all day. You don't see too much of that anymore," Dumbledore said to Aunt Petunia, whose face changed to a deep color of scarlet.

"Would you like some tea?" she asked him politely.

"No thank you my dear. I came for business. Now Harry..." Dumbledore looked at him seriously. "We must get you to headquarters at once; Lord Voldemort was spotted near here with Bellatrix. I saw no reason to move discretely because Voldemort won't come near me for some time yet. He is still recruiting more Death Eaters, because we sent so many to Azkaban last year." He looked back up at the Dursleys'. "If you don't mind I will take Harry with me. I know that you like a normal life so you can tell all of the neighbors that I am your crazy uncle Joe and you just had me committed. Do you mind if we floo. I believe the Weasley did it once, but the fireplace now isn't boarded up. I promise that I'll disconnect it from the hub as soon after we leave."

"Take him by all means take him," yelled Uncle Vernon.

"Thank you, sir. Accio" Albus Dumbledore said and soon after all of Harry's belonging flooded down the stairs. "Now go on ahead to the borrow."

After saying bye to the Dursleys' he flooed to the borrow where Ron and Hermione were waiting for him. Hermione threw her arms around him and Ron whacked him on the back. Harry just kept smiling because he was so glad to see his two best friends. Mrs. Weasley hugged him as did Mr. Weasley; Harry figured that it was because he saved his life. The whole Weasley family was at the Burrow, with the exception of Percy, along with Lupin, Moody, and Tonks. Today Tonks had long, curly hair, and dark brown eyes. Harry was sure that this was going to be his best summer yet, because this was his real family.

"We don't have that much time we have to get to headquarters as soon as possible," said Dumbledore who had just apparated with all of his trunks. Then he whipped the trunk Harry got last year for his birthday open and after going through several compartments he grabbed the silvery invisibility cloak. "Harry put this on when we are traveling. Tonks, Alastor, Harry, Virginia, Remus, Molly and I will be going to the house in one shift tonight, followed by Fred, George, Bill, Charlie, Ron, Arthur, and Hermione a tomorrow night. Minerva and Severus will make special reports every time they find out something interesting, and I will not be staying at the house, only popping in every once and again," he explained as his eyes sparkled.

"Looks like we're separated again, mate," said Ron.

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That night Harry threw his invisibility cloak over himself and his Firebolt. He then launched himself into the air with Tonks, Lupin, Ginny, Mrs. Weasley, Dumbledore, and Moody. They didn't talk much and flew above the clouds. Harry didn't know what he would do for a day with just Ginny. They didn't talk very much at all. Plus there was that big crush she had on him in his first and second years. They could talk about Quidditch, but surly that wouldn't last the whole night. Girls her age usually talked about boys, with the exception of Hermione. Hermione probably didn't get much of a chance to talk about anything girly with Harry and Ron.

"Harry, is that you Harry?" asked Ginny five feet away from him.

"Actually I'm over here, a couple feet back," she flew over next to him. Harry never realized how pretty she was. The moonlight reflected her red hair, and it really brought out the orange tint, but he couldn't think about that, Ginny was with Dean.

"Oh, couldn't see you, well, obviously. Are you getting sick of flying yet, I am. If I ever see a broomstick again it will be too soon."

"I thought that you were trying out to be a chaser?"

"Oh I am, so we have one more opening, unless by some miracle Jack Sloper and Andrew Kirke resign, I think that we should get the Creevy brothers, you know have the legacy live on. I saw them hitting a funny, little, white ball with red thread and then running around pentagon shaped mats. They hit the ball with the club every time. I know that Colin is also great on a broomstick."

"Yes, but do you really think that we should kick Sloper and Kirke off of the team. Oh, and who's going to commentate if not Lee?"

"Not a clue although when I visited Dean last week he sat in front of this TV, I think that's what it was called, and watched a sport called basketball. Seamus was over and he commentated everything."

"Sounds useful, oh look!! That's where we are going. "

****

The next day was spent spring cleaning his room while Ginny was occupied with hers and Hermione's. It turned out that they had a lot to talk about they talked about the Department of Mysteries, Quidditch, and taking guesses who the next Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher would be. Harry guessed that she was perfectly used to talking to boys because of her six older brothers. I really feel sorry for any of her boyfriends he thought.

"I don't know why we have to clean the rooms, we cleaned them last month."

"At least they won't be as dirty," Harry replied simply, and then Molly Weasley came up the stairs.

"Okay, it's time to go to bed; you've had a long day."

"But mum!" complained Ginny.

"Couldn't we wait for Ron and Hermione?" asked Harry.

"No, you couldn't. You can see them tomorrow," Mrs. Weasley said with one of her world famous firm looks. Harry shook himself, and then made his way the room he would be sharing with Ron.

****

"This is just fucked up!! I mean I'm supposed to marry someone I've never met!!" Michelle screamed.

"I assure you, Lucius Malfoy's son is perfectly good looking," said her father.

"He called me stupid!"

"Well, how would you describe yourself last night?"

"Witty and comical," she scoffed.

"Oh, really. The last person who tried that was carried out of the death eater's meeting in a coffin."

"Really, was it oak or cedar?"

"You think that you're so clever don't you, well your not."

"That comeback is sure to make headlines. I mean I've heard worse but that's got to be at least in the top ten!"

"Some bad stuff is going to happen this year, just be happy that you're on the winning side."

"Don't worry, I won't be. You've driven me to death. Severus Snape was one clever bastard."

"Don't you dare insult the dark lord!!"

"Yeah the gay dark lord," she giggled at her own joke. Just then a hand came down on her and then everything went black.

****

"Harry!!" screamed Hermione who jumped on his bed, "Its just terrible isn't it?"

"What's so terrible?"

"Come downstairs quick!!" she grabbed his arm and dragged him downstairs into the kitchen.

"Surprise!!!" everyone shouted. Fred and George sent up streamers and candy. Harry didn't eat any in fear that he would get chronically ill. Harry got some treacle fudge from Hagrid, a box of Weasley Wizard Wheezes Candy ("The first box ever!" exclaimed Fred), chocolate frogs from Ron, a Canons book from Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, dragon and Egyptian things from Bill and Charlie, and several books off his booklist from Hermione. All of the adults pitched in to get him a new broomstick, a new Firebolt Unlimited. It had an antitheft charm ("If there are anymore quests, you take your old Firebolt," explained Tonks).

Mrs. Weasley baked a five layer cake for the occasion. It changed colors every few seconds. After that Hermione, Ron, Ginny, and Harry all went into the boy's room. An owl tapped on the glass.

"Oh it's Lysander!" exclaimed Hermione, "He's my new owl. Oh, look a new letter from my pen pal. She's a muggle so I have my parents send my letter by owl. Let's open it."

Hermione--

Please, please tell me that this picture didn't turn out too awful. I hate having my picture, but my parents insist seeing what I look like in my last year of college. Sometimes it surprises me that you are only 16. You're smarter that I am and I am going to be a lawyer!! I also went to college three years earlier then I was supposed to, but I'm a ditz when it comes to television. I know that you will excel in life and if you are ever in Boston look me up. Oh, I'll be in England around Christmas, touring the Oxford campus with some professors, BORING!! Let's see if we can meet up.

Love,

Evelynn

A picture fluttered out of the envelope. Hermione wouldn't show the boys, but she showed it to Ginny.

"I don't want you guys to drool all day. Wow! Christmas I can't wait!"

"Wow! She's really pretty!" exclaimed Ginny.

"My guess is that she's naked," whispered Ron.

"She is not naked!! She is a very intelligent...intellect. People that smart don't pose nude!" screamed Hermione.

"I guess she isn't," whispered Harry. He didn't understand why Hermione wouldn't show them the picture, but then again he didn't know that Hermione had a huge crush on Ron and didn't want him to look at this picture because she feared that if he knew some Americans looked like that he would flee the country. Hermione wasn't that rational when it came to Ron.

****

"We have to go up to the prefects compartment now," Hermione told Ginny and Harry. So Ginny and Harry made it back to the empty compartment at the very back of the train.

"I still can't believe that they still won't let us in on the meetings. Don't you think that we have a right to know!! Especially you Harry!! You save the world time and time again and they don't think you're old enough to know what Voldemort's up to. They let Fred and George in on it, why not us!" exclaimed Ginny angrily.

"Fred said that they don't know anything, and I want to believe it. My guess is that he is still recruiting Death Eaters. I cared greatly last year, but it only got me into more trouble than it was worth. Now all I am going to concentrate on is Occlumency lessons, and animagus training."

"You're an animagus!!" Ginny said sounding surprised.

"Dammit!! I wasn't supposed to tell anyone. Dumbledore thought it best if I became an animagus because then we can surprise Voldemort. Don't tell anyone Ginny not even Ron or Hermione. Okay please?" he was surprised; Ginny didn't flinch at the name.

"What are you going to be?"

"I was leaning towards a hippogriff or something like that. Something that I can fly, yet run very quickly. Plus I like Buckbeak, he took a chunk out of Malfoy."

"Yeah, I've always wanted to be one too. Except I would be a phoenix. I keep thinking of how Fawkes prevented your death in the Chamber of Secrets, and you wouldn't have almost died if I haven't had been so stupid!" she said with tears traveling down her cheeks.

"Ginny, forget about it, it was four years ago. It's in the past, besides its Lucius Malfoy's fault, along with Tom Riddle's. It's their fault not yours and you tried to get rid of the diary. Hey, maybe you can be an animagus too."

"Nice change of subject, but I'm not sure I could be one."

"Sure you could. Maybe we could even take a class together."

"That would be neat, wouldn't it?" she smiled.

"Hey can I sit here everywhere else is taken," asked a pretty girl, but she wasn't beautiful. Ginny nodded

"Hello, and you are?"

"Michelle Trouch. I'm transfer from Tiernan, it's the American school."

"Oh right, Tiernan."

"And you are?"

"Ginny Weasley and this is Harry."

"Hello Ginny, Harry. Pleasure to meet you. I only met one person so far and he wasn't pleasant."

"Was it Malfoy?"

"No it was some big dunderhead. I think his name was Crabbe? He kept hitting on me until some blond gentleman, who may I say wasn't too bad looking, saw my distress, called Crabbe over smacked him on the back of the head and mouthed sorry to me. He seemed nice."

"Oh, so you don't know his name?" asked Ginny anxiously, although she knew who it was.

"No, but first thing I do when I get to the school is find out." The compartment door opened and Hermione and Ron entered.

"Damn that was boring, I never sat through anything worse in my life," he threw himself down on the bench and finally noticed Michelle. "Who are you?"

"Ron that was rude, Hermione Granger, and that is Ronald Wealsey."

"Michelle, I'm a transfer from Tiernan," she said shaking Hermione's hand. "I'll be in my sixth year."

"An American Wizarding School. What was it like?"

"Oh you know, it was fun, the courses weren't that bad. Potions was my favorite subject, next to transfiguration."

Ron snorted. "Snape, the potions master, doesn't like anyone other than the Slytherins'."

"Oh, I was planning to be in Gryffindor."

"That's our house." Hermione said excitedly, "Oh I hope that you get in.

"Don't tell anyone, but I totally suck at Charms. You should see me do the summoning charm for the first time. I totally gave someone a concussion. I felt so bad," Hermione laughed.

"Oh, Michelle is that?"

"The dark mark. I drew it on, I'm being recruited by my father, I don't want to join though, I don't want to kill anyone, I've been practicing putting the Imperious and Crutacious Curses on myself all summer I want to ask Dumbledore's advice on what to do. To see if they can throw my father in prison and hide my mom and little sister," she lied. That's when Draco Malfoy walked in he saw Michelle and sat down.

"I want to apologize for my friend and I hope that Crabbe didn't violate you too much."

"No, but I wanted to thank you for getting him out of there, I was rather uncomfortable. I'm sorry but I don't think I've seen you around, are you a fifth year?"

"No, I'm a sixth year I just recently transferred from Tiernan," that's when Draco saw all the Gryffindors.

"Potter, Granger, Weasleys," he nodded at them.

"Malfoy," they all said in unison. He seemed to get uncomfortable and stood up and put out his hand to Michelle. "I'm Draco Malfoy. Would you like to take a walk with me I'll introduce you to some of the Slytherins."

"Sure that would be nice. Bye guys."

"Bye." they all said in unison. Michelle and Draco left the compartment closing the door behind them.

"I've never seen Malfoy act so civil," said Hermione.

"I think that he's quite taken with her, I know she likes him," answered Ginny. "I mean he isn't exactly bad looking and he doesn't act nasty towards her. What other explanation could there be."

"You think Malfoy is attractive Gin!" gasped Ron.

"Yeah, I mean if he wasn't such a prick he would have a lot more dates, because he is hot," Hermione nodded at Ginny's statement.

****

"So Michelle, you look familiar, but I couldn't know you because your from America, and I've never been there."

"Yeah, you seem vaguely familiar as well," she pushed her dark hair behind her ears.

"What's that?"

"Oh, just something I drew on."

"Are you sure? Because I don't know about you but, either you are really good with a quill, or it's really the dark mark. So what if it is I mean I have one too...Michelle Trouch. I know where I know you from. Ha ha I'm slow. According to the Dark Lord we're supposed to be married."

"Draco Malfoy, ah, yes. I guess that makes me slow, too," she narrowed her eyes at him; "You said that I wasn't the brightest crayon in the box, and your father corrected you."

"That wasn't my father. My father's in Azkaban."

"Sorry."

"No, don't be sorry, he deserved it more than anyone else I know, except for maybe Voldemort or Wormtail."

"I'm trying to get my father sent there."

"Does he hit you?" she nodded reluctantly.

"My father beats me within an inch of my life."

"My dad did that too, before he got put away."

"Oh a happier note was it just me or did Voldemort get a little misty eyed at the death eater's meeting."

"He was just really happy."

"Why would he be really happy?"

"You're on his side now. Now you can't hurt him."

"How would I be able to hurt him?" Draco looked startled. "I mean all I'm really good at is Potions and Transfiguration. I like Defense Against the Dark Arts, but I better fail that considering," she nodded at the dark mark.

"Don't you know?"

"Know what?"

"What we are. Let me explain."

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