- Rating:
- PG-13
- House:
- The Dark Arts
- Ships:
- Godric Gryffindor/Helga Hufflepuff Rowena Ravenclaw/Salazar Slytherin
- Characters:
- Godric Gryffindor Helga Hufflepuff Rowena Ravenclaw Salazar Slytherin
- Genres:
- Historical Friendship
- Era:
- Founders
- Spoilers:
- Philosopher's Stone Chamber of Secrets Prizoner of Azkaban Goblet of Fire Order of the Phoenix Half-Blood Prince J.K. Rowling Interviews or Website
- Stats:
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Published: 01/01/2008Updated: 06/06/2008Words: 8,865Chapters: 3Hits: 378
Divided We Fall
ForeverSirius77
- Story Summary:
- It has been thought that dreams hold great value in diving unknown knowledge. Some adhere to the belief that a dream is capable of foretelling events, be they tragic or wonderful. Others believe that a dream is strictly that — a dream. Helga has a dream that shakes her focus and one that could have unforeseen effects on a friendship and on a school. Will the Founders fall, or will Hogwarts truly become the school they have always envisioned?
Chapter 02 - Chapter II: Nearly Brothers
- Posted:
- 01/03/2008
- Hits:
- 140
- Author's Note:
- Well, here’s the second chapter. I'd like to dedicate this chapter to both
Author's Note: Well,
here's the second chapter. I'd like to dedicate this chapter to both Romina Stephanie of HPFF, for recommending Divided
We Fall on the HPFF forums, and L
J Conks of HPFF, whose wonderful review gave me the added drive that I
needed to actually sit down and write this chapter. So, a "Thank You" to you
both! Also, a "Thanks" goes out to garypotter of
MNFF for beta-ing. Now, I'll shut up and let you get
on with reading it. So, without further ado, I present to you the second part
of Divided We Fall.
Divided
We Fall
~**~
Chapter
II: Nearly Brothers
~**~
Golden rays of
an early morning sun started to make their way through the windows of the
great, stone castle, bringing the dawning of a new day to all who had slept
within the castle's walls the night before. Birds could be heard chirping from
the surrounding forest, and if one had looked out onto the grounds, they would
have been able to see a brief glimpse of the Giant Squid as it floated in the
cool, autumn waters of the lake. Leaves rustled through the trees in the slight
breeze that had begun, signalling the beginning of a chilly, early October day.
Inside the castle, wizards and witches of many ages were slowly rising from
their beds, dawning clothing for the day before heading into the Great Hall.
Sweet smells of food already wafted up through the corridors, urging even the
most reluctant risers to slip from slumber and into wakefulness. Friends joined
each other on the staircases, in the corridors, at the wooden tables in the
Hall, and the sounds of voices and laughter soon drifted through the castle as
well, the carefree quality of youth infectious.
"Ah, the start of a new day," said a tall, auburn-haired man. He inhaled
deeply, as if he could take the entirety of youth and new beginning into him
with a single breath ... Not that he needed a rejuvenation of his strength by any
means. Rather, the opposite was probably true. Wild, windswept hair framed the
rough and weathered face of Godric Gryffindor, but he
seemed to pay the loosely falling strands little mind as he entered the
food-adorned Great Hall, holding the door open for a trio of young girls
hurrying into the hall.
"Thank you," muttered the youngest -- She could not
have been older than twelve years of age -- and Godric
grinned.
"And what makes this day any different from the thousands of previous days that
have already become a thing of the past?" said a quiet voice, causing
Gryffindor to turn around. His grin grew even greater upon catching sight of
the man walking towards him. "Do you have something special in mind for this
day, my friend?" asked Salazar Slytherin, his
normally stoic expression giving way for a brief moment to a small smile of his
own.
Salazar Slytherin was as opposite in personal appearance
from Godric Gryffindor as it was possible to be -- or
so it seemed that way. While Gryffindor's rough and
wild appearance made him look as though he had just entered from an exerting
duel or battle, Salazar's physical look was far more regal. Smooth, jet black
hair framed his pale face, and the shoulder-length locks were often pulled back
into a loose tie. His clothing, also, was chosen with more care than his
companion's, whose rugged and wild look shone through here as well. Elegant
silver embroideries were made in robes of black, the dark colour making
Salazar's lightly coloured face appear even paler than it actually was. Hems
were stitched just right, making the robes neither too long nor too short ... and
Slytherin looked every bit the role of nobility.
"Nothing more than yesterday," replied Gryffindor, and his grin grew again,
soon becoming a laugh as he embraced the other man like a brother. "You have
returned already?" he asked. "Rowena told us you would not be back until the new year."
"That was what I had planned," said Salazar, returning his friend's embrace
just as heartily -- though still with his usual dignity. Some habits were just
too hard to break, after all. "But there was not much that remained to be
accomplished, and I cannot say that I was not anxious to return." He looked
around as he spoke, his dark eyes taking in the sights of every stone of the
castle, every crevice and crack, every door and staircase. The school was
solid, impenetrable ... immortal, even, for Salazar knew that destroying Hogwarts
would never be possible. It was something that would exist, from now until the
end of time, and spawn greatness through the ages -- Greatness that he would be
remembered for.
Hogwarts, the school, the castle, the legends it would spawn, it was all a part
of him. Together, he and three others had shared this dream, had sweat, bled,
fought, and strived for this goal -- a result that, at times, had seemed futile.
But in the end, the dream had been reached, the plan had succeeded. A world's
future depended on the school, where wizards and witches would learn what was
needed, to understand the powers and secrets of magic, in order to maintain
civilization's ways.
It was his home, after all; for what else is a home but a place where one feels
safe, protected, and in the company of all a man loves? And I will not see
it destroyed, he thought to himself, as memories of his travels swirled
through his mind's eye. The outside world was changing; he had seen it with his
own eyes. There was talk of shifting powers, altering alliances, changes in
long-held and age-old beliefs. Time was changing too much, as more and more,
there were newer families encroaching upon the power held by those with
prestigious pasts, those who had given everything -- blood, tears, and lives --
in the pursuit and the maintaining of their world. And those beliefs, those
doctrines that had been upheld and defended for centuries, were being
forgotten, pushed out of sight and cast aside like they did not matter in the
slightest as wizards tried to change too quickly, and attempt to embrace a more
liberal outlook. But they do not see what they are destroying in place of
it, Salazar thought. They are too ignorant to realise the damage that
forgetting such history could do; they do not understand that the changes are
unnecessary.
For what is to be gained by compromising ourselves? Why mend what is not
broken?
A feeling of anger coursed through the dark-haired wizard at the thoughts,
making him want to do nothing more than lash out in frustration, and a small
flash of red shone in Slytherin's dark eyes for the
briefest of moments before it passed, disappearing so quickly that Godric was not sure if he had imagined it or not. He did
not notice the slightly tense way his friend stood, the tightness in his jaw
that existed for but a second in time before Salazar relaxed into his normal
attitude. And since his friend did not speak of it, did not seem to be at all
different, Gryffindor, believing that imagination had more than likely been at
work, put the event from his mind.
"Did you miss this place too much, my friend?" the auburn-haired wizard asked,
striding into the Great Hall with Slytherin walking
along next to him. "Only a few months having past? I
believe you are becoming more sentimental as the years go by." He laughed as
the dark-haired wizard pierced him with a glare, though the slight smile
tugging at his lips ruined the expression somewhat.
"Oh, and are you claiming that you do not feel the same, Godric?"
Salazar replied as the two men sat down at the table, each reaching for a
goblet of wine and savouring the sweet liquid as it coursed down their throats.
The house-elves, brought to the school at its beginning by Helga Hufflepuff, never failed in the quality of Hogwarts's sustenance and always provided the best of the Wizarding World. "Is the strong and noble Gryffindor going
to deny his love for this school, when he should know that two lovely witches
and I have already witnessed events that reveal his emotions as being quite
different?"
Gryffindor opened his mouth to respond, though whether he was going to deny his
friend's words or not, he did not quite know. But as he looked around the Great
Hall, his eyes falling on the numerous forms of children ranging from small
young ones to witches and wizards that were nearly adults, he realised that he
could not say that he did not feel the same. Taking in the sights of the stone
walls, their powerful strength holding up the massive castle that was his
school; the white clouds showing on the tall ceiling, foretelling another clear
weather day in autumn's beginning; the feeling of the magic as it swept through
the room, the corridors, and the very stone itself; Godric
knew that he loved Hogwarts ... He loved it with every fibre of his being, and it
had been a part of him since the beginning. There was simply no denying a truth
as strong and clear as that.
"You know that I cannot disagree, Salazar," he said, his face holding a serious
expression for the first time that morning, having replaced the playful and
surprised smile he had worn earlier upon the sight of his returned friend. "Not
a single one of us can honestly deny a love for this castle, for joy at the
success of such a long and trying dream. I mean, years passed as this
achievement remained nothing more than an idea, an imagining, a far off and nearly impossible hope. How can anyone truly
argue and say that they do not feel love for the conclusion of such a goal?
Seeing the children become more and more successful with every passing day,
boys and girls fulfilling their own dreams and overcoming their own obstacles,
watching them as they grow to become the future of the magical world, that is
what success is, my friend. Knowing that I am a part of something that will
continue forever, long after my own body is gone ... It is the greatest way to be
remembered.
"But such is the reason you asked, isn't it, my friend?" Godric
wondered, piercing Salazar with his stare while raising an eyebrow in question.
The smile was slowly returning to his bearded face. "You already knew the
answer, Salazar; you just wanted to hear me admit to it."
Slytherin laughed. "Of course I did," he said, taking
another sip of wine as he returned his friend's gaze. "You are far too easy to
read, Godric, I must say ...
Neither Rowena, Helga, nor I have ever given you the implication that you were
not.
"And yes, I knew. I knew because we have all felt -- still do feel -- the very
same. Hogwarts will never be able to fall, and will be the one immortal thing
in the Wizarding World ... You just expressed the
sentiment with more spirit, Godric, though I'm sure
Rowena would probably have had a greater amount of wisdom to add as well."
The laughter grew louder as Gryffindor joined in, until both men had the heads
of several students turning in their direction to wonder at why their teachers
were acting in such a manner. But the two men's merriment was, like the
youthful and carefree qualities of earlier, quite infectious, and soon conversation
in the Great Hall became overpowered by laughter and faces split into grins.
Food was forgotten and texts and wands lay abandoned as the young wizards and
witches -- the future of the Wizarding World -- acted
like children.
But the laughter of both Gryffindor and Slytherin
still carried the farthest and echoed the loudest. The noble Salazar and rugged
Godric had abandoned their professional personas for
a moment, though not doing so for the first time. Many mornings had passed in
just such a manner for them both, and this early October day would just be another one to add to a store of memories from the past.
Such was the way their friendship worked; they were as different as it was
possible for two men to be, and had proven such personalities time and time
again, but something kept either Salazar or Godric
from disliking the other. Rather, the opposite seemed to be truer, in that
their differences added a power, a strength, to their
friendship that was not seen in many other cases, no matter the relationship.
They, whose clashing personalities should have made them bitter enemies, were
not so. Rather, the personalities of both Slytherin
and Gryffindor had instead worked the other way.
Differences had turned the two men into nearly brothers.
~**~
Author's Note: All right, that's the end of this chapter. The
third chapter is still in the planning and outlining stages, but if the
inspiration holds, I hope to have it written and posted without too long of a
wait. In the next part, the focus will be on the other two Founders, with a bit
more of Helga's thoughts on her (prophetic?) dream and Rowena's take on it.
Thanks so much for reading; I hope you enjoyed it, and please, let me know your
thoughts.
~Megan