Forced

Forced

Disclaimer: Umm.... Yeah! So I heard this, like, ridiculous rumor that this girl, like, stole this story from this famous author, and I was like, whoa! Who would do something like that? I wouldn't! Heh... you know it's not mine and I won't pretend that it is... I own part of the plot line and the characters that you don't recognize... The ones you recognize are J.K. Rowling's and their eventual goal in life is also Ms. Rowling's. I got part of the plot line/ the idea of the plot line from the movie Lady Jane (CARY ELWES!!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!) So, the bit of plot that I got... it belongs to the people who own Lady Jane. So, everything else is mine! Yay me!

Chapter One: Prologue

"Salazar! Stop it!" Giselle giggled. He smiled down at her as he continued to run his long fingers across her bare shoulder, tickling her skin. "Sal! Stop it!" she said sitting up from being sprawled across his chest. She looked down at him and smacked his hand away playfully. He grabbed her hand and brought it to his lips, all traces of the teasing look that had been in his eyes merely moments before had vanished. They sat like that for a while, lost in each other. Salazar pulled her down and his lips met hers in a passionate kiss.

When they pulled away, they lay in the grass, together, in love. Giselle sighed, contentedly. There she was, lying in the perfect autumn night in the arms of the man she loved, the man who loved her. She felt his arms tighten around her after she sighed.

"What is it, love?" he asked.

"Oh, nothing," she said, smiling down at him. "Just thinking."

"What about?"

"Us," she replied, dreamily.

"Hmm..." Salazar trailed off and Giselle could sense his uneasiness.

"What's the matter, Sal?" she asked.

For a moment he was silent. He was inwardly debating. Finally, he could no longer hold it in. "Giselle, I'm sorry that we have to keep our love secret. I know that it bothers you, and it bothers me, too... it's just that I want to wait until we have a plan to tell my father..." Salazar trailed off moodily. He knew that his father would not react happily to the fact that his middle son had fallen in love with one of their household maids.

"Aww... Sal! Let's not worry about that right now. We'll talk about it when it's raining or something, not when it's so nice out," Giselle protested.

"Okay, Gise," Salazar said, smiling into her eyes befoe he kissed her again.

Even so, the mood was ruined and Giselle soon left to go back to the Slytherin Mansion. Salazar followed her about fifteen minutes later, still contemplating his and Giselle's current predicament. Little did he know that he was followed by yet another person... his father's personal assistant, Q.

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Salem Slytherin sat at oak desk that was washed a black color. His head was in his hands and he was reading some papers that contained something about the state of his farms on his estate. Salem liked to handle as much as he could about his estate by himself because the only person he trusted wholly on his staff was his faithful assistant, Q.

However, though the lord appeared to be doing calculations and paperwork, his mind was really somewhere else. He had recently heard from a maid that his son was seen with one of the other maids... the Giselle. Lord Slytherin had to admit that the girl was beautiful. She had long, straight red-gold hair that she wore up in a bun. She had chocolate brown eyes and beautiful ivory skin. She had a perfect body and was incredibly obedient.

Normally, Salem would have thought that it was good for his son to be exposed to the opposite sex and to have fun with one of the maids... after all, he had done it himself when he had been younger. What had troubled him was that his source had told him that they were in love. And planning an escape.

Salem was incredulous when the servant girl had told him this. But, she had insisted adamantly that it was true and Lord Slytherin knew that all of his servants were far too afraid of him and Q to tell him lies. However, just to be on the safe side, Salem had sent Q to follow his son. His assistant was incredibly sneaky and sly. It was slightly unnerving. Q had been gone all day and Salem was expecting him back soon. He had told Q to come back before supper.

As if his thoughts had called his assistant to him, Lord Slytherin heard a knock at his door, signaling Q's return. Salem knew that it was his assistant who had knocked because nobody else would have dared knock on his personal office door.

"Enter," Salem said, looking towards the oak door that matched his desk in color.

A small man entered. He had graying black hair that looked incredibly greasy. His skin was a pale, grayish color that came of little exposure to the sun. His slightly dulled, yet beady, eyes also showed signs of little contact with bright lights. When he smiled at Salem, he showed about two yellow teeth along with a few other rotten black ones. The rest had fallen out long ago. The man was chubby and his sizable stomach hung over his belt. Even from across the room, Salem could smell the odor that protruded from this man. He could almost see the dirt that coated the man's body through his stubby beard.

Q's greedy little eyes sparkled with glee as he approached his master. Though Salem had at first found this little man repulsive, and he still did to some extent, he had seen Q's uses and had grown to trust and rely on him. Q ran the intricate spy system that Lord Slytherin used to get all of his information on his household, the households of his enemies, and to keep an eye on the magical government, to make sure that it was corrupt in a way that would help him.

Salem was somewhat dreading what Q had to say. Q loved to stir up troubled and see others get in trouble, among other things. So, when Salem saw the gleam in his servant's eyes, he knew that Q had grub on someone... most likely his son. Still, non-the-less, Salem wanted to know what was going on so that he could prevent his son from making a mistake that would hurt him (him is referring to Salem, not Salazar).

"Master Slytherin," Q said, gracing his master with a deep bow, or as deep as he could go, considering his weight.

Salem nodded at his spy master. "What do you have to report, Q?" he asked, trying to keep the dread out of his voice.

"I followed young Salazar today," Q informed his master.

"And, what did you find out?" Salem asked the little man, eager to get this over with.

"Well, the girl was right. Your son is in love with a servant girl, and she in love with him," Q said, almost giggling with glee.

Salem sat back down in his chair and covered his face with his hands, trying to regain composure in front of one of his servants. "And you're absolutely certain of this?" Salem asked, dreading the answer.

"Yes," Q said. "I saw them go out to the grounds together. They lay in the grass and kissed... quite a bit. They professed their undying love for each other and somewhat discussed an escape plan." When he saw his master's eager eye, Q quickly corrected himself. "They didn't discuss it, exactly. Your son mentioned it and the girl, Giselle I think it is, told him to wait to talk about it later... when it was raining..." Q trailed off.

Salem didn't answer his servant immediately. He sighed into his palms and dug the heels of his hands into his eyes, trying to clear his head. This was bad for more than one reason. First of all, nobles didn't fall in love with their servant girls. It was unheard of. Sure, they took them as mistresses and as bed-warmers, but other than that, nothing was supposed to be happening there.

The second reason was something that he hadn't mentioned to Salazar since he was about five. Salazar was betrothed to be married to the fair Rowena Ravenclaw.

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Rowena stood at the cliff's edge. The warm tears that flowed from her eyes tasted salty against her chapped lips. She stared unblinking out at the mountains, even though the bitter wind whipped her long brown hair into her face. Her long, midnight blue dress whipped around her legs and its sleeves flapped around her arms. Though it was chilly on the cliff, even for November, Rowena felt no colder than she had when she had woken up in her warm bed that morning. The cold that consumed her seeped from her heart, rather than from the wind around her.

Today would have been his fifteenth birthday. Rowena thought as she continued to look at the mountains that her brother, Ben, had so loved to paint. After a couple of minutes, she could stand it no longer. She turned around and started walking back to her family's mansion, all the while scolding her self.

Ben wouldn't have wanted me to be like this. He would laugh at me for being silly and tell me to go live my life, she thought as she trudged up to the side door tat led into the kitchen.

Luckily, no one was in the kitchen when she entered. All the servants were eating their breakfast in the servants' quarters and she could hear their chatting and laughing through the door that divided the kitchen from where the servants ate. She smiled sadly as she remembered how kind her brother always was to the servants. He was the one who had taught her that status did not matter, but intelligence and kindness did. He taught me so many things, even thought he was three years younger than me, Rowena thought as she made her way up to her apartments.

After she let herself into her rooms, she sat down in her favorite arm chair by the fireplace and watched the fire as it sparked and glowed.

A little while later, Rowena's personal maid, and close friend, Lilliana entered the room. When she looked up to see Rowena sitting in the room, she jumped a little, but quickly graced her lady with a bow.

"Miss Rowena! I wasn't expecting you to be back," she said, smiling. However, her smile soon turned into a frown as she noticed the look on Rowena's face. "Why, Milady! Whatever is the matter?" she asked, rushing over to her mistress.

Rowena looked up at her friend and could no longer hold it in. "Oh, Lili!" was all she got out before she burst into tears.

Lilliana looked worriedly at her mistress before awkwardly encircling Rowena in a hug. Rowena hung to her like she was a life line. Lilliana tightened her hug, all traces of awkwardness gone.

"Why, Milady! Whatever is the matter? Would you like to confide in me?" she asked. She knew that she was not being entirely proper, but she also knew that what Rowena needed most now was a friend, not servant.

"I miss my brother!" Rowena sobbed into Lilliana's shoulder. Lilliana hugged her mistress whilst whispering soothing words in Rowena's ear and gently rubbing her back.

Later, Rowena could barely express in words the gratitude she felt towards Lilliana.

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Roddfellow Ravenclaw looked up from his book on dragons when he heard a knock at his door.

"Come on in," he said in his warm voice. Unlike his friend Salem Slytherin, Roddfellow was extremely warm to his staff and, in return, they were truly loyal to him.

A timid young boy entered the room hesitantly, bearing a piece of parchment.

"Yes, Evan?" Rodd said, gesturing the boy to come farther into the room. Evan crept timidly towards his lord's desk.

"U-umm... Th-this letter came fo-for you, Lord Ravenclaw," he managed to stutter before backing up into a low bow and then bolting out the door.

"Thank you, Evan," Lord Ravenclaw called after the small servant boy. He shook his head, smiling. He looked down at the letter and saw the familiar seal at the bottom of double S's. "Ah, Slytherin, old friend," he said to himself as he read through the letter. It read as follows:

Dear Rodd,

I received your letter late yesterday evening and I am glad for it, for I seem to have forgotten our previous bargain. I am having a bit of trouble with Salazar, to tell you the truth. But, that is what can be expected of young boys his age, I suppose. I will work it all out in the end.

Here, Rodd stopped reading to chuckle and say, "Oh, I know you will, Salem."

I think that it would benefit all involved if Rowena and Salazar were to meet again at some point in the not-too-distant future. I would be greatly pleased to hear a prompt reply from you.

I am sorry that this has come last, but I had to make sure I remembered everything. Anyhow, how are you faring, old friend? I hope that you and the children are well, especially young Rowena, for I would like a grandson in the near future, wouldn't you?

Salazar Slytherin

Underneath Salazar's signature was the seal with two snakes acting as S's.

Rodd laughed out loud at the formality his friend used. Though Salazar wrote this way in every letter, Rodd still found it quite humorous, especially since they were such close friends. He knew that the last paragraph was difficult for his friend to write, and he was grateful for the effort.

Lord Ravenclaw took out his quill and began writing a reply to his friend. His letter was far from formal and Rodd wrote it that way on purpose, just to make his friend fell uncomfortable. Who said that he had to grow up?

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Hey all!!! This is so exciting! My first founders fic!!! YAY!!! Anyway, if anybody's seen the movie Lady Jane with Cary Elwes (EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!) and Helena Bonham Carter, that's where I got the idea for this story... But, I will not follow the plot line of the movie, I'll just use the idea. Anyhoo, This is my first fic in a while that's not humorous... But, that's okay. Before anybody asks, yes, Q's name comes from James Bond. I couldn't think of a better name, though. If anybody's read City of Flowers in the Stravaganza series by Mary Hoffman, I based Q on Enrico or "the Eel" in that book. Has anybody ever noticed how fun it is to write absolutely disgusting characters? Writing beautiful characters is boring, but writing repulsive characters is so much fun!!! Anyway, please review and all that jazz...

Peace, love, and James Bond,

Jess<3