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The Founding Four- When Yellow Loves Green	By : bluesky55j Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 1411 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I have never sat down to write a fic before, so this is my
first real shot at it. This story is written by my best friend and me as a
cumulative effort. Bare with us because combined we have a lack of spelling and
grammatical genius... we barely make average.

Author Notes: The story takes place during the first year
that the founders of Hogwarts started to run the school. The plot might not be
completely accurate as to what Rowling has described; I took some artistic
liberties here and there. Basically what I am saying is don�t expect accuracy.�
Now it is about midway through the school year.� The beginning of this story
has been lost to my computer forever so it�s going to pick up in the middle. �

The Founding Four

Chapter One:

Salazar sat back in his dimly lit
office, candles burning low around him. His hands slid down his face at the end
of a very long day of unpromising pureblood students and an even less promising
bunch of half bloods. In Salazar�s point of view, everyone aside from the colleagues he had
come to tolerate with him were just a bunch of inexperienced wizards and
witches that couldn�t even spell magic, much
less do it with a modicum of skill. He found
himself very thankful that his, well what he now almost wanted to call friends,
had thought up this school idea. He now needed to implant some kind of
hope of a future of skilled students that grew into competent wizards in the
community, because at this rate the future was not looking very good.

His black mess of hair hung over
his eyes as he turned to look up at the hourglass on the shelf nearest his
desk, he was forced to toss his hair back to see it properly, the last of the
sand was starting to drain and he sighed pushing himself up out of his chair.
Finally after several months of getting scolded and having frustration after
frustration with his colleges he started to use the timer after class. He spun it
as he walked into his office and started his work.� He still got lost in his
studies as he always did however now the sound of the sand gave him a reminder.
When the sand ran out he knew he had to force himself to stop work, regardless
of being finished, regardless of actually being hungry, he had to go down to
the great hall to eat with the other teachers. After all he promised her, and a
Slytherin kept his word.

Godric�s laugh echoed through the
corridors of the castle. Sal could hear him as soon as he got up to the same
level of the castle. The underside of the red heads fingers slammed down a few
times on the long table top as he shook the gold plated dishes and goblets,
possibly causing any talk among students either in the great hall or elsewhere
to stop and gaze up at him with intrigue. He was muscular, though not exactly broad,
but you could pick him out in a crowd from his height, and his bright fiery
beard and hair, kept semi-tamed only by the old stitched-together hat that
rested horribly limply and kinked on top of him. There was a happy spark in his
eyes as he watched Helga who was standing up awkwardly with her hands half way
in the air making some gesture, but she seemed, stuck and embarrassed about something
as her face was a beat red.

Helga looked over to her friend Rowena
and back at Godric; she started blushing much harder, she slowly put her hands
down. She knew his laughter was only because of the lameness of her attempted
joke and theatrics, since there was such a pause in laughter and Rowena hadn�t
really even cracked a smile. She nervously opened her mouth to speak, �and well
�t .. the cow... is empty......� She sat down very quickly. �Maybe I should
have said centaur...perhaps that was the joke� the pregnant pause that her
friends gave made her head drop.

Salazar couldn�t help rolling his
eyes at Helga as he suddenly appeared, seemingly from nowhere, and sat at his
spot next to Godric at the table. He instantly brought out a book and opened
it, slumping in his chair as he always did. He never really listened to the
conversation around him unless it involved something important, then he always
made sure his thoughts were known. He took up his reading instantly on the
creature�s book he had picked up a week ago.

Helga, still blushing about the
whole ordeal, looked more ridged as Salazar appeared. She knew she shouldn�t
have said anything, it was a stupid old joke, and it wasn�t as clever as she
had tried to make it out to be - which is exactly why she didn�t talk much
anyway. Rowena was the one with the smart mouth and people listened to her, and
Godric was always the funny one. She picked sadly in a slump at her food now
feeling somewhat humiliated.

Godric considered Helga�s
expression before he spoke, �ooh, don�t be so sour Helga... I thought it was
adorable, you�re adorable dear... Sal thinks so too!� He chose that moment to
elbow Salazar out of his thoughts, �tell your story to him! I�m sure he will
think it�s a riot ...� �

Salazar, arm pushed to the side
and his page lost, clenched his teeth together, �Why do I sit next to you
Godric.�

The redhead smiled in turn,� because
we are good, old friends.� He poured Salazar a drink despite the house elves
objection in front of him, �now put the book away and enjoy your meal or I will
make it worse for you.�

Salazar begrudgingly sat up. �You
know I don�t come down here for the food.� He put the book down on the table
after flipping through the pages to find his place, creasing a corner down to
mark it.

Godric sat more easily now and
rolled his eyes, �No you come down here to socialize and be brotherly.�

Salazar eyed Godric and shifted
forward in his seat, shifting enough to look down the table at where Helga was
seated. �Yes, something like that.� He cleared his throat and picked up his
fork, pushing it into his food and swirled it around to make it look like he
had eaten. In actuality, he never ate much.

Godric was quick to pick up his
friends movements and followed Salazar�s eyes down the table to Helga, �well,
that, and the silky color of ...� He held a long pause, debating what might get
him hexed later, �� the corn ...�� he quickly drank from his goblet so to avoid
saying anything else.� Salazar dropped his fork to the plate and rolled his
eyes yet again, �Yes I do so much enjoy your company.�

The great hall had gone down to
its usual buzzing of talk and chatter and Helga lost herself in picking skin
off of the goose she was supposed to be eating.

Rowena, after sitting silently for
a long while, finally smiled gently and put a hand down on Helga�s and patted
it, �It was adorable dear, Godric is right.� Helga looked down at Rowena�s hand
and sighed softly at this. �If one more person says that��

Rowena made a face, �what do you
mean? Nothing is wrong with being called adorable. By definition it makes you
delightful, lovable, and charming; worthy of adoration.� She dropped her voice
lower as she spoke, so that the boys could not hear her, she didn�t want Helga
more uncomfortable.

��All of those things you would call
a cute and ignorant child...� Helga Sighed out her sentence and then put on a
fake smile and looked back up at Rowena, �that�s me, I�m a kid forever... I'll
never give up my sweets.�

Rowena pulled her hand back and
frowned. �You don�t have to act like that Helga�.� But the blonde girl sitting
next to her was already paying no attention.

Helga wanted to change the subject
desperately. She looked away from Rowena, instead braving a glance at Salazar.
Her fake smile could not hold up as she watched him, �He doesn�t like this one
either. He never likes it � not enough to ever say so, or even finish his plate.��

Frustration creased Rowena�s brow
as she looked down to Sal and then shook her head, �you know as well as I do
that�� She stood suddenly and pointed at a boy in dark robes at the closest
table.� �Do not throw that roll young man.� She waited till the boy dropped the
food he was about the throw before she continued her sentence, �-- Salazar
doesn't like anything. He is not going to enjoy himself ever and you should
stop worrying so much about it.�

Helga quickly interjected, �That
is not true, he enjoys his work. �I�ve watched him; he works so hard ... all
the time.�

�Rowena�s raven hair bounced as
she laughed sardonically, �You call that enjoyment? I would call it obsession.�
As soon as she said it she regretted it, as she noted the look on Helga�s face,
she turned back to her friend apologetically.

Helga spoke softly, �Row, I just
think this place means a lot to him, to all of us ... that�s all ...� Helga
brought food to her mouth, taking �a bite of something that she didn�t identify,
chews it, and lets her mind drift a moment as she seems to focus on the taste.
After a moment she swallows and leans over to a house elf, whispering.

�Rowena watched, she knew that it
was probably about the recipe for the meal, that Helga was trying to figure out
what she needed to fix to make it better.� Anything to please him, the thought
made her close her eyes and groan. She spoke again when she thought her voice
would sound calm and collected, �I think that we are doing very well for our
first year.�� She pauses and glares at the same student as before, and watches
as he drops the food he was about to toss yet again. Satisfied she looked back
at Helga, �You know I was thinking.� We have had such good luck so far, and we
have done so many things to help these children, why not give them a break? A
little...celebration of sorts.�

Helga was busy telling the house
elves to clear the tables and replace what was there with a light desert, which
she always seemed to enjoy a great deal more than the meal itself, cheering up
after some treat was placed in front of her. �A celebration? Like with food?�

Rowena grinned; she knew this would cheer her friend up.� �mmhmm�I
was thinking of having a feast and we could have music. Maybe we could give the
students some dance lessons before hand and they could learn to have a proper
gathering. After all not all of them were brought up in wealthy families, some
of them don�t know the proper way to do these things. It would be beneficial
for them.�

Helga Choked on her dessert, �D..d.. D.. Dance lessons.....
Like proper couples dancing?�

Rowena couldn�t help but laugh at the look that Helga had on
her face, �Yes dance lessons. They are young adults and I am afraid they do
have emotions. They would most likely like the couples dancing idea the most.�
She beamed as she sipped her drink. �You know I was always very good at
learning the dance steps however I am not very graceful, and you know I never
look proper doing it.�

Helga shuddered, �I�ve uh, I�ve never really tried that kind
of dancing before .... I .. I gr-grew up in Ireland, so, dancing isn�t really a
problem but I never you know.... I mean it�s a whole different kind of ... and
... I�m not sure I could teach�.�� Her thoughts tumbled out of her mouth
haphazardly, and Rowena did her best to ignore her friend�s apparent terror and
continued the conversation normally.

��Oh step dancing? Really I always found that to be a very
interesting form of dancing, I read about it in a book....� Rowena started to
ramble on and then after a while caught herself, she hated doing that. Clearing
her mind, and throat, she looked back at Helga to see if she was still paying
attention. ��Anyway ....You don't need to teach it, I could and I bet Godric
could. As a matter of fact,� she turned suddenly in her chair and looked up at Godric
who was sitting on her opposite side.� �Do you know how to dance Godric?�

Godric was caught off guard and had to swallow a large chunk
of pie before he could speak, pushing a napkin across his mouth, �Dance, hm?
Well, I know how to fight and truth be told a one-on-one struggle should be treated
as a kind of dance art. Steps and strikes are coordinated and rehearsed, and
must be timed to the rhythm of your foe... I don�t imagine dancing to be very
difficult once you�ve mastered a bit of sword play.�

�Excellent, then Godric can be my assistant!� Rowena looked marvelously
pleased with herself. �It was too bad that it didn�t last long, as she heard
the scoff come from Salazar�s end of the table.

�Godric Gryffindor, do you really think that you can dance
just because you can fight? I have never seen you be light on your feet in the
entire time I have known you.� Salazar�s voice was heavy with cynicism.

�Salazar dancing isn�t always about being light on
your feet.� Helga surprised herself as she spoke up.

�It isn�t about memorizing steps either; it�s about rhythm
and balance, being graceful.� He stopped to look at the somewhat eccentric
redhead next to him. �I suppose you can dance Godric, I just don�t see
you being very good at it.� At that he poked at some of the sweets on his plate
and then picked up his book again, �why are we talking about dancing anyway.��
He flipped pages in the book till he found his spot.

Helga worried her lip, �Rowena says she wants to teach the
children��

Rowena broke into Helga�s sentence with an exasperated
voice. �Because I wanted to teach the students so we could have a proper ball.
So they wouldn�t be stumbling around aimlessly, it�s a good skill to know
especially with the upper-class students.�� She added the last part in as an
afterthought to play to Salazar�s interests. If anyone would need convincing
about this, it would be him. As she expected he didn�t let her down.

Salazar flipped casually through pages in his book, �Waist
of your time and efforts.�

�I don�t think so. I think that the students need to learn
to socialize. They certainly don�t learn any of that from you Salazar.� Rowena
made sure not to let her smirk show.

�Ah yes thank you, I do try my best.� Sal grimaced and turns
a page leaning back in his chair. �I can't wait to see what kind of dancers you
produce then.� He pretended not to notice the triumphant look that both Godric
and Rowena had just given each other.

Helga�s voice broke into the short silence. �I think it�s a
good way for the students to use their extra energy. I mean, that way they are
less likely to get themselves in trouble, it�s probably hard enough being far away
from their families and friends they probably had back home. Even if they don�t
dance well, at least they will learn something new, and at the very least keep
themselves occupied doing things that won�t bring them harm like classes do.�

�Exactly! Excellent point Helga, Thank you.� Rowena was
positively glowing now. Her friend seemed to have found her confidence again,
and Salazar looked to be fuming. Both things she loved.

Helga bounced excitedly in her chair and held Rowena�s hand.
�Row, you and Godric can teach them to dance and I can make the food!�

�I can dance.� Salazar had said it completely casually and
without looking up, his eyes still skimming the pages of his book, looking over
an illustration of a dragon.�

The only person who did not have a shocked look plastered
across their face was Godric. Both Helga and Rowena looked dumbstruck. Helga
had to lick her lips and swallow before she could manage out a very shaken,
�R-Really?��

Salazar had to blink as he lifted his head up from his book,
adjusting his eyes.� Looking between the girls and their expressions he laughed
half amused, �are you really surprised? Given my upbringing that undoubtedly
you two are both aware of. You said it yourself Rowena, the upper-class must
know these things.�

Godric Smirked at Salazar and chuckled to himself lightly,
filling his cup again, while Helga looked away; in fact she looked anywhere but
at Salazar. She had absolutely no idea about the dark brooding Slytherin�s real
upbringing. She began to fiddle with her food again and forced herself in to
distraction.

Rowena was the only one who could formulate a real answer, �oh?
I ...didn�t really know that about you Salazar.� She hated giving him the
satisfaction but she had nothing else to say. ��What a interesting little look
into your somewhat mysterious life.��

�Didn�t know....Didn�t know?� Hissing he shakes his head, �going
into a business arrangement with this school like we have done and you didn�t
even look in on your partners histories? Really. I thought that you were
smarter than that Miss Ravenclaw.� God he really had to force down the
satisfied tone in his voice as he spoke, �I for one did look into all of you
before I jumped in.� �Salazar quirked his head away from Rowena to catch a glimpse
of Helga sinking lower into her chair, she looked like she wanted to vanish.

�Rowena was red in the face; the joy she previously felt had
all but disappeared and was replaced with an extreme distaste for the dark
haired goon sitting at the end of the table. �It�s called trust Slytherin.�

Godric slapped his friends back hard before the man had time
to open his mouth and upset the mood of the night again. �He didn�t have to dig
too far to find out about me!�

Sal choked as he was fell forward into the table by the
force of Godric�s hand and glared as he came back up. �I know more then I need
to know about you. �

Godric shoved him again, lightly this time and laughed.�
Salazar stared blankly, till finally he cracked a smile. He couldn�t hold it in
with the goofy looking man. He relaxed, �Well if you really want to go through
with this then I will be instructing my own students.�

As Salazar stood up he noted Helga�s seat was already empty,
and he wondered when the witch had snuck out, and he also wondered why it
suddenly bothered him so much that she did not give him his normal good night
wishes. Not that he wanted them.

Godric watched Salazar rise and grinned, �Shall I teach my
own then?� You aren�t going to make a competition out of this dance are you? Not
again.��

�Do what you like Godric,� The tall slender man snapped the
book shut in his hand. �And I don�t know what you mean; I never make anything a
competition.� �At that he moved around the table and walked up the long isle
between seated students departing into the passage that led to his office.

Godric sat back and chuckled again, shaking his head, �he
will never change.�

Rowena who had been sulking with her arms folded, nodded. �I will agree with that. I just don�t
understand why he is such a snob, especially around us.�

�Godric considered this, and then shook
his head while reaching for something else to snack on. �He isn�t really.� He
is a bit inverted maybe but I don�t think that makes him snobby... just.... not
quite adept at conversing with most people.� If it�s not essential to improving
himself, or what he is working towards, then it�s not really worth doing or
discussing. He isn�t exactly a �think outside the box� kind of man in most
cases either.�

�That is a drastic understatement. � Rowena let her hands
fall to the arms of her chair where her fingers idly made circle around the
wood finish. �Alright but I really think he should be improving his attitude. His
students are starting to put on his heirs and mannerisms.�

�I think you worry too much Rowena.� Godric glanced at her.

She smiled sadly pushing her hair back over her ear, �you
are probably right.�

He nudges her side, �that�s better my dear!� You look much
better when you smile ... it makes your eyes shine.�

She laughed and actually smiled at him.� �I think that it is
safe to say that it has been a busy night, and now we are going to have an even
busier week. I hope you can dance as well as you can fight Godric.� She got up,
patting him on his head and went about shooing students to bed. Godric watched
her for a long time, and then sat and watched the empty dark room until he
couldn�t hear the sound of footsteps anymore.

�I hope so too.��
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