Rating:
PG
House:
Riddikulus
Genres:
Humor Parody
Era:
Multiple Eras
Spoilers:
Philosopher's Stone
Stats:
Published: 05/14/2003
Updated: 05/14/2003
Words: 633
Chapters: 1
Hits: 2,582

The Truth About Gryffindor

Lady Lance

Story Summary:
The real story behind how Gyrffindor joined the other Founders to create Hogwarts.

Chapter Summary:
The
Posted:
05/14/2003
Hits:
2,582
Author's Note:
This was writting just for fun. Just enjoy it for what it is :)


A thousand years ago or more//

When I was newly sewn//

There lived four wizards of renown//

Bold Gryffindor from wild moor//

--GF(12)

Godric Gryffindor gallantly galloped across the green grass, a wizard's wand firmly seated in a scabbard at his side, his beautiful warhorse bedecked in the finest tack that gold galleons could buy.

As he sang a jaunty tune, the air suddenly filled with a high pitched scream.


"Help me! Help me! Dragon on the loose, oh please, help me!" cried a frightened witch, her Sonorus enhanced voice filled the air, her cries by no means harsh, but as clear as a bell.

"I must go save the day!" said our noble knight and off he rode in the direction of the screams, wondering why he could not see such a fearsome beast, even as he rode closer and closer 'Tis odd,' he thought. 'These beasts do not rend themselves invisible, nor do they cast magic? Where could it be?'

The distance between him and the supposed fowl beast lessened, yet still there was no sign of it--nor the lovely lady that he purported to save.

He reigned in his horse, stopping it. "Where is that foul beast? Where is the fair maiden? It hath been weeks since I could last reap the rewards of a fair beauty. Agonizing days since I could taste soft lips, peer in to peerless eyes and feel the silky flesh between her thighs."

The horse whinnied and pranced. He did not like being near Gryffindor when the mood struck and there was no around to satisfy it--no one except for him.

"Looking for something, Lord Godric?" A taunting tenor voice called from a grove of trees several meters away.

Gryffindor spun his horse around.

"Salazar! What trickery is this? Where is the lass to be rescued? The dragon that needs slaying?"

Salazar snickered, on his way to a full out laugh. "Only you, my lord can be fooled by this trick time and time again. Didst thou not learn the last three times the prank was played?"

Gryffindor seethed and threw back his head, his golden blond hair catching fetchingly in the light. "Only a slimy sorcerer would have the nerve to try such foolishness time and time again."

Slytherin tutted and shook his head. "It's sly, my dear lord, not slimy. How oft must I correct you? Is your memory going at such a tender age my dear friend?"

Gryffindor did not dignify that with a comment. "What made you do this? Canst thou amuse thyself not at someone else's expense?"

"On the contrary. Three of us have decided to open a school, yet we need one more to make an even number of houses. We have decided that you shall be our fourth wizard, for you posses qualities of foolish bravery and action without thought--plus you ought to provide plenty of amusement to keep us entertained on long Scottish nights."

Gryffindor sat up straighter in his saddle. "I would be honored, Lord Slytherin. Lead the way!"

* * *

Harry snatched the parchment from Draco's hands. "That's not how it happened and you know it! Gryffindor wasn't that stupid, although I've no doubt that Slytherin was that cruel."

Draco rolled his eyes. "And how do you know it isn't the truth? Gryffindor wrote the history books, enchanted that damn sorting cap. Why wouldn't he paint himself in a more favorable light? Even Lockhart was more admirable in some ways than Gryffindor. He was pathetic too, but knew it well enough to craft himself a more likeable persona."

Harry grumbled. "Just wait until I find out the real truth about Slytherin."

Draco snickered. "Can't wait, Potter."

And he couldn't. He just hoped that Potter never found about his hero's penchant for cross-dressing.

The end.