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“Mr Baron,” Jewels said to the ghost hovering past an empty hallway, who instantly smiled at the latest use of the odd adaptation of his title by this young student out of her nerves on using his usual moniker.

“Yes Miss Evans,” his eyes shifted to the sheet of newspaper in her hands on this early Saturday morning she’d found him out deliberately alone. “Might I be hopeful in the assumption that you have discovered how we might be related?”

“Yes, do you know the Gaunts?”

“Yes,” he said with a doubling grin. “Noble line, direct, and with you alive thankfully unbroken. What I know Morfin was believed to have been the last of his name. Unfortunate. Might you have found a Muggle clipping on the mysterious death?”

“That and a few Wizarding ones. Um, I found this clipping that he got sent to Azkaban Prison for assumption he murdered the Muggle Riddle family because near twenty years prior his sister wed and got pregnant then was abandoned by Tom Riddle the first.” That had the ghost’s head tilt to look her dead on at the stunning bit of news. “I found the orphanage, I was left at the same one. She died an hour after Tom Marvolo Riddle Jr was born and Morfin, my recorded birth father, never claimed him.”

His lips parted and she continued, bringing out the picture copy of the Muggle police report, “The Riddles died when Jr was 16, and not eleven years ago Morfin and his unnamed wife were killed in a very un-accidental way that the Muggles recorded as accidental. Riddle Jr went here, it’s in his file from the orphanage, that shut down a few years after I was adopted because the Matron in charge died suspiciously as well. He’s named as a Prefect here in the Slytherin dorms. Do you know who he is?”

That had the ghost sink a good deal as his mood had, only worrying her more, and she pled, “Please don’t lie to me, I think he killed my parents and nearly killed me.”

“My dear, Tom Riddle Jr is leading the war against Muggles. Yet, somehow is, a Half-Blood. A fact I am certain none of his followers know.”

Tears filled her eyes and she sniffled to softly say, “So I have a mass murdering maniac for a cousin.”

“It would seem so, as apparently do I.” And his ghostly hand reached out to pat through her shoulder as if it would help, “You however are not him.”

Quickly she sniffled mid nod and asked, “Would you know who Morfin married? Maybe she was a Muggle, why there’s no record?”

The Baron chuckled in disbelief at the notion, “No, my dear, Morfin would not have wed a Muggle. The Gaunts were land rich and gold poor. No Muggle could ever allow him to keep the family legacy, she must have been of substantial standing to have been chosen to be his wife.”

“Even if he kept her secret? Sirius has a Great Aunt Dorea who married into the Potter family, is Morfin’s cousin, and supposedly meant to have been invited to the wedding, but she wasn’t aware of any wedding or a child at all.”

“Nor was I.” He said matter of factly at the realization washing over him. “There are ample ghosts and portraits within the grounds from Slytherin lines. Leave this to me I shall conference with each of them.” And he made certain to catch her eye contact to say seriously, “I will keep the identity of Merope’s son between us. Something I gravely advise you do as well. Best not to out his blood status or you could be in harm’s way. Were I alive and free to leave these grounds I would guard you day and night at this fact. Please, heed my warning, that fact can’t be trusted with just anyone.”

Hastily she nodded, “I swear. Thank you for helping with this. I keep dreaming about her and Alastor said it might be imbedded memories I keep reliving at night.”

“Very possible, many traumas repeat in odd ways varying person to person. I did not bear mine well, I can attest to that. Have you sought council on these dreams?”

“Yes, I have tricks Professor McGonagall helped me to learn.”

“Good, do try to enjoy your weekend. I am off to question some specters.” Down through the floor he dove, just leaving her there to pocket the clippings to head out for a mind emptying walk to the Black Lake, where hopefully something to do would pop into her head as she’d distracted herself by completing all of her homework already throughout the week. Something hopefully to take her mind off the nightmares she had been having where her mind was trying to fill in the day her parents were killed.

*.*.*

Plotting for a few days had come to good use as Remus and Sirius finally got to slip through the hidden pathway into the Headmaster’s office. “Sirius,” he heard from his ancestor Phineas’ portrait when he shifted back to his non furry self.

“Hello, please don’t tell Dumbledore we were here.” He pled flatly, halfway knowing he might be useless in the request of the former Headmaster.

“Now that would entirely depend upon why you have come here in his absence.” Phineas said pointedly.

Sirius sighed while Remus shivered after his shift back to himself, an odd feeling after so long being unable to control the other furry form he had. The former replied, “There’s a note somewhere on a student, Tom Riddle Jr.” the name had the man in the portrait stiffen up. “He killed Morfin Gaunt and his Wife, nearly killed their daughter.”

“Near the pensieve,” Phineas answered and Remus turned around, stunned as his friend was at the direct answer they couldn’t have hoped for. “How did you come by this knowledge?” and he clarified before the boys had the chance to answer, “What proof do you have?”

“Morfin Gaunt’s daughter goes here,” and Phineas’ mouth began to ease open in shock, “Found his name on her birth certificate but there’s no trace of her Mum’s name. We’re trying to help her find that name. We’re trying to find out more about this Riddle cretin who tried to kill her. Maybe we can find trace of her Mum somewhere.”

“Keep me informed of the search,” he said and pointed to where Remus had hurried to, “Albus will not be gone long. Find what you came for.” He nodded and raced over to crouch at the same case beside the memory viewing tool Remus had guided out of the cabinet against the wall.

“Horcrux…” Sirius whispered, having read it off a note taped to a memory box half empty of glowing vials on the second shelf his hands were shuffling through to find more clues. And sharply at the sound of a noise inside the staircase outside the Headmaster’s office he’d been shown through a few times in the first semester for fights shifted back into a big black Irish Wolfhound and snuck his way out the same way he got in through a hidden tunnel.

Tom Riddle Jr was all over memory vials inside the clear case opposite the licorice snap bowl Dumbledore offered the students brought here. Remus was the one to charm the doors shut and pensieve back into the cabinet it was hidden inside of with all the memories in place where they had been taken from.

*.*.*

“Hey fuzzy face,” Jewels spoke aloud to the pounce of the hound in front of her with a large grey and white wolf at its side. A familiar folded bit of parchment between the lips of the wolf had her ask, “Where did you get this?” Gently taking hold of the map the duo used to sneak into the office. “Okay, I know it’s two of you four off the nicknames on this trick paper. Guessing Remus and Sirius.” The pair whined and she said sternly, “Change back.” Only for them to whine again, and she asked, “You can’t change back?”

Their heads shook and she sighed, turning to say, “Let’s go find Professor McGonagall.”

Luckily she was inside her classroom where she flinched looking up to see what animals were on either side of Jewels as so many students had on the way here, “Professor,”

“Miss-, are those students?” She asked in clear shock, still evident by her wide eyes that began to ease back to their normal size to at least appear calm.

“Sirius and Remus.”

“Did you do this?” She asked.

“No, can you teach me to do this?” Jewels asked with interest in her voice.

“In, a few years, yes.” Softly she cleared her throat, brandishing her wand drawn from a holster on her waistband and summoned a pair of robes around the duo, “Just in case.” And used her same wand to transform the pair who were naked underneath their robes and grateful for them.

“Where are your clothes?” Jewels asked the pair who cleared their throats in return and looked to McGonagall, who moved closer with a stern look on her face.

“Bit of a mishap trying out some new advanced spells,” Remus said and was joined by Sirius, they said together, “Sorry Professor.”

“While amusing the notion of first years being able to master Animagus forms, do not let me catch you terrorizing the other students by means of these forms. I will not be able to stop whom so ever wishes to best a four legged beast that happens upon them, even inside these halls. Animagus forms are to be used under the strictest of terms as laid by the Ministry.”

Pointedly she looked them over and they nodded, stating again, “Yes Professor.”

“Now go get dressed, and Miss Jewelia, how are you faring?”

“I found my birth dad’s name,” she said luring a curious grin onto Minerva’s face. “Mom’s name is ‘unknown’ so, some friends are helping to dig it out if we can.”

“I do hope that might bring you some closure and possibly some distant relations to correspond with in due time.” All Jewelia could do was nod and turn to follow the boys, slightly worrying the Professor who would check in on the girl again later in the day to make certain if she could help with something or not. Knowing fully as the rest of the staff did the trouble being had with her adopted sister.

“Come up to the tower with us.” Sirius said excitedly, and she shook her head no, not wanting to risk seeing her sister there.

Urging Remus to speak up an alternative, “Come halfway, wait for us at the clock tower, we’ll get dressed and come back to talk to you. It’s important.”

“It really is,” Sirius said, “Found where I knew Riddle’s name.” and her body locked up halting the duo other students were looking over in their odd bathrobes they had on. Suddenly rigid with an almost green complexion, like she’d be torn between getting sick or passing out he asked, “Jewels?” and moved closer to rest his hands on her arms. Remus moved closer to help keep hold of an arm in case she fainted as he’d been told she had before.

Barely audible she whispered, “Bloody Baron told me not to talk about him.”

Remus asked lowly in a whisper of his own, “He knows who Riddle is?”

“Bloody Baron told me not to talk about him,” she simply repeated and the pair began to nod.

Sirius whispered himself back to her, “Just, how about this, you don’t tell us what you know now, and we tell you what we found out. Nothing bad, just some odd memories we thought you should know. And one we really don’t, quite understand, but we can look up together. Not about him, it’s got an odd term in it we could research.”

“He’s not a good person,” was all she would share on Riddle Jr, hinting heavily that he was behind the murders of her parents. A fact cementing Sirius’ urge to discover what a horcrux was in case it was used as the murder weapon or form of magic to kill the Riddles and Gaunts off for some reason.

Good use of Librarian Pince’s system to get into the Restricted Section was taken. Off the list of recommended books and a good score of others they had gained a few books each and had to choose wisely on what they imagined a Horcrux might be used for. And just when the pair of them sat still looking down at the definition of what that was they could only slam the book shut and go to put it back as if anyone around them would see what a form of dark magic they were reading about.

“We need to go back to the pensieve,” the pair of them muttered together and came to an agreement now requiring some help. The intel on the Slytherin ledgers proved to be of little use aside from his having won some potions contest Alastor confirmed his mother had also competed in.

Distraction was required and while Dumbledore took a usual stroll across the ground several students had been asked to join in on distracting the Headmaster so they could get back into that office. Memories first of the first arrest of Morfin and Marvolo was followed by one of Riddle being found in that orphanage. A distorted talk with Professor Slughorn showed them who might have unknowingly helped to confirm interest in horcruxes was followed by one of his break into the Gaunt home after having framed Morfin. Then a post graduated Riddle working at the shop mentioned in the paper clipping that fed into a murder for two more heirlooms of Slytherin’s. The final one was a job interview with Dumbledore where he named himself as Lord Voldemort that had the boys scramble away from the pensieve panting in shock.

“This is what the Baron told Jewels.” Sound from Barty on the other side of the office door came to warn them, when his try to ask a difficult question to keep the Headmaster busy failed having the former Professor guide him to this same office to consult his notes on a very intriguing question he himself wanted answered. Together they hurried to put the memories and pensieve back to hurry back our of the tower to find a quieter place to talk this through.

“What do we do now?” Remus broke the air as the pair paced around a dusty empty classroom.

“We have to tell Moody,” Sirius said and the pair turned to face one another recalling their friend was searching out the one leading the war against Muggles by his half Muggle birth name.

“Stop him before he reaches the Owelry. He was writing to other Ministry’s today.” Remus said aloud and turned to sprint with Sirius out of the room and through the castle to all but tackle Alastor off the path to the Owelry and drag him somewhere private for one of the most devastating things he could have learned about this now proven evil paternal cousin to Jewels.

Truth that came all the more poignant as daily newspapers grew grimmer in the increase of snatched people who would just be gone. Just like when the last Muggle aimed war had kicked off subtly or obviously people were taking sides, and parents at home were sending off letters to their children with specific instructions of how their summers were going to go. They didn’t need to say much to Jewels, just that they knew to at least give her some courage that she wasn’t hiding this massive secret alone and she could talk about this to them.

Half hearted the apology given deliberately in front of a Professor was given a stunning reply. A reply that had Lily gasp at the stray hair pulled from her head Jewels wound around a specific charmed rune shaped pendant the younger sister had made during the last two weeks. Jewels let it fall to her wrist dangling from the woven chain it was on and right away Lily’s body was forced to be thirty feet from her sister, the distance based on the size of the space and would be lesser inside classrooms. A clear non-verbal response that two weeks of being not pretty and embarrassed was not enough to gain forgiveness for what had been said between them.

A charm that had Severus on a mission hours later when he’d heard about it from a tearful Lily.

Underneath a glow of a lamp inside the library studying a new book she had chosen to delve into, Jewels barely had to look up in saying, “If this has anything to do with Lily keep it to yourself Sevy.”

“She’s-,”

He tried to say but was cut off as she stated coldly, “She called me a heartless monster and wished I never came to live with her parents.” Dropping his jaw, “Why don’t you try smooth talking that one after she cried to you. For just once Sevy can you at least pretend you are my friend too? But what does it matter you haven’t said a word to me in two weeks while she’s been tapped by a bit of misfortune.”

“I am your friend.” He replied.

“Then how long did you go without talking to her for what she said to me when we got off the train?” His mouth opened and she sighed.

“Very poignant, bet that cut her deep.” Jewels said and simply went back to reading as he slumped back into his chair.

“I don’t know what I’m supposed to do, Jewels.” He murmured.

“Just don’t bother talking to me about her. I have more important things to focus on, the History prompts we got for the essays due in two days for one. Think I found a good angle on the Troll Skirmish of 1493 against the Spanish Elm Wand Dispensary.”

“Since when are we studying about Trolls? Binns said we were due two scrolls on the Halfspum Wars in Calcutta Corner of the Bermuda Triangle.”

“He said we could choose the topic for the final seven scrolls.”

That had his eyes wide, “Since when are we due seven scrolls?!”

“It’s for our back to term grade? Worth half our grade. Might have not been paying attention like the back half of the class snoring throughout. Why I use a self writing quill to write all he says down.” She said showing him her notes that had him race to go and find a book in a topic of his own to get started outlining at least the extra paper he didn’t know was due from the Professor only she, Barty and Remus could keep up with at all. Mainly due to the fact Remus had adopted her system of note taking to let him know what end was up in each class most of the students fell asleep in or ignored the ghost Professor who was pleased to have any students able to keep up and answer questions each day. And Barty often copied Remus’ notes magically to be certain nothing was missed from tries to look over Jewels’ shoulder during class to copy her notes directly.

None of the portraits or ghosts would come up with an answer to who had married Morfin either, only worsening Jewels’ dreams. And in a means to bridge the gap between separated sisters Dumbledore had the both of them seated inside his office to listen to how he and his oldest friend were put apart in that last war. Internalizing the familiarity of that charm likened to the blood pact pendant he and Grindelwald once shared.

He didn’t share Jewels knew her birth father’s name, in case she hadn’t shared that with Lily yet, but was absolute in the fact that he was from a horribly cruel paternal Pure-Blood family that in the end severed the relationship between him and his siblings. He tried to help but in the end only made things worse by pushing more on the painful scar between the sisters.

Internally there was that pull to chat about the odd conversation on the way down out of the tower his office sat on top of, but the two remained silent until at the end of the golden staircase and Lily said, “I said I was sorry.”

“For once it’s not about you.” Jewels replied in an aloof tone.

Lily grabbed at her arm, “I said-,”

“WHAT?!” Jewels turned to shout at her now wide eyed sister. “I don’t believe you! I don’t trust you! You don’t get to cry and get to erase what you said! You can’t make it go away! I can’t forget it and you don’t get to dictate when I get over this or if I do! God, I wish Petunia got sent here like she wanted!” The gold and fiery red eyes of her sister burned in Lily’s mind like the words echoing in her ears the huffing Headmaster floors up had heard causing him to wipe a hand over his face in frustration at missing the goal so badly.

Just like she felt, out into the brewing thunder storm Jewels walked to try and cool down, eventually settling down on the arched bridge aimed towards Hogsmeade, seated with legs tucked up to her chest just watching the rain cascade off the roof down into the abyss below to meet the far from visible river.

Closer to her side heavy footfalls moved to where they stopped, on her right Hagrid settled down first onto a knee then sat back to cross his cumbersome legs in front of him. “Take it Albus gave you his Grindelwald speech. Had a rough time when I got hired here. Supposed to be comforting, though didn’t take it as rough as when my dad died.”

Tearfully she sniffled, trying to not show how badly her lips were quivering. “My birth parents are dead,” and his mouth opened wide at the crack in her voice that turned into a whine, “I can’t even find what my mom’s name was. Stupid Wizard records.” Sharply she gasped, “Stupid Wizarding laws, and orphanages,” tears now poured down her cheeks, “I’ve seen her face in my dreams. I just want to know her name! Why I can’t find it?” Her voice broke off and in the press of her forehead to her knees he curled his coat and himself around her trembling sobbing self.

“What is wrong with her?” Lily spoke aloud when Hagrid had found her not long after having escorted Jewels back inside when she’d calmed down. The former inside a hall off to the side of a few empty classrooms with windows looking over the lake looking out at the storm not sure where her sister had gone hours prior.

“She’s in mournin’, Lily.” He answered in a kind but firm tone at the obvious.

“Mourning what? She doesn’t get to look like me all the time anymore without me saying something? It’s my face!”

Hagrid poked her in the arm causing the teen to face him fully in his crouch down to say this plainly without following his urge to shout back and break the tantrum right off. “She found out her birth parents have died.”

“They aren’t her family, they didn’t want her!”

“You don’t know that, they were in an accident, Lily.” And her mouth fell open. “The both of you were shown a whole new world, and she found out finally some answers of two inherited conditions she felt ashamed of that are welcome here. On top of that she knows she is adopted and any chance of finding relatives is squandered by poor record keeping. Your sister loves you, she wants you to be there for her, and you hurt her. Losing a parent is nothing but tearin’ yourself into a million different pieces, I know I buried my Dad.”

He said luring tears into Lily’s eyes for the pain in his voice. “She’s a hurt little girl, who needs time to grieve. It is not about your face, or who gets to look like who. She feels a chance to know a whole family in this world is just bein’ kept from her. You need to stop pushing and just let her come round. Jewels is a great girl, so strong, but you can’t balance the world on a broken heart. I know you want your sister to snap right back to have fun and be attached at the hip again, but you have to let other people hurt when need to hurt. One day you are goin’ to feel that pain, everything and everyone has a time on this planet, grief will meet you one day, be kind in the face of it, she is tryin’ to be kind by not pushing on what you two have said to one another.”

“How long do I have to wait?” Lily asked and he let out a breath.

“Until, you wait until.” He said and she huffed. “For now, you’ll be close to late for lunch.”

“Why am I not enough of a sister she had to look for them?” Lily asked softly.

“She has the right to know whose kin she is. No scuff on you as a sister for her to look. You have to know, her search is for her, and you can join in support or dig in and make things worse.”

“Ever since we got here all I have to do is cave in to what she wants,” Lily grumbled.

“Well it must be very empowering for your sister to be the focus then.” He said and her mouth dropped open, “Truly, if you always get your way at home, here she finally gets hers over yours. Feels seen, supported, perhaps while she heals you might try to grow a bit. Not everyone bends to what we want.”

“But she always has.” Lily said and he nodded.

“That was a choice, that can be changed any day any time. Now, food.” He said guiding her to head towards the Great Hall, shaking his head to himself at having to have this talk.

All the same this talk was a great deal more successful than others had hoped and had the elder sister leaving subtle messages of support for her baby sister with mention of patience. Mirrored by actual physical time Severus would spend with Jewels, studying in the least with a bit more knowledge himself on why his friend was hurting so badly right now, and which way to aim topics or time together to be best for her.

The most help however would come with stolen time on her gifted broom the older Ravenclaw students picked up on that had the Quidditch team to hurry and fetch their own brooms to have an impromptu test of another possible future team member. A great show of what could grow in the next year to come, something hopeful instead of the daily harsh news of who had been snatched or what dark headline might be coming up next.

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1. Melody Riddle and the Sorcerer's Stone Ch.10 The Sorting

No sooner had Mr. Hagrid knocked on the door than it swung open, revealing a tall, black-haired witch in emerald robes with a very stern expression on her face.

"The firs' years, Professor McGonagall,” Mr. Hagrid told the woman.

"Thank you, Hagrid, I will take them from here,” Professor McGonagall said.

Pulling the door wider, all the students around me looked in the entrance hall with wonder. It was fairly big, and I was somewhat surprised I hadn't really paid attention to it before as the stones were now lit with flaming torches and the ceiling went too high to look at. There was also a magnificent looking marble staircase facing us, leading upstairs.

Professor McGonagall led us across the floor, and there was the drone of a hundred or more voices from the Great Hall. She didn't lead us there, but instead took us into a small chamber close by. We all crowded in, standing very close to one another.

I looked around me. Becky was just about the only one looking excited while everyone else was extremely nervous. What are we going to do to find out which House we belong in?

Then, Professor McGonagall told us, "Welcome to Hogwarts. The start-of-term banquet will begin shortly, but before you take your seats in the Great Hall, you will be sorted into your Houses. The Sorting is a very important ceremony because, while you are here, your House will be something like your family within Hogwarts. You will have classes with the rest of your House, sleep in your House dormitory, and spend free time in your House common room.

"The four Houses are called Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. Each House has its own noble history and each has produced outstanding witches and wizards. While you are at Hogwarts, your triumphs will earn your House points, while any rule-breaking will lose House points. At the end of each year, the House with the most points is awarded the House cup, a great honor. I hope each of you will be a credit to whichever House becomes yours.

"The Sorting Ceremony will take place in a few minutes in front of the rest of the school. I suggest you all smarten yourselves up as much as you can while you are waiting.

”I shall return when we are ready for you. Please wait quietly."

Professor McGonagall left the chamber and everyone started whispering nervously.

"What do we do for the ceremony?" I asked aloud, not caring who answered it so long as someone said something.

"I dunno, it's supposed to be a surprise,” Draco replied with a shrug.

I looked around at all the nervous incoming students. A lot of them were pale. Looking over at Harry Potter, I saw he was almost to the point of devastation he was shaking so much.

Why is that...? I looked away quickly as I realized I was reading too much into his emotions. Come on, Melody, this is not the school to be looking into other people’s minds at your every fancy. Not under Dumbledore’s watch.

Suddenly everyone started screaming and, turning to see what caused it, I made a small gasp. About twenty or so ghosts were streaming in through the back wall. They were all a pearly-white, transparent bunch, barely glancing at us as they glided across the room above us, all talking to one another. Some seemed to be arguing.

“Forgive and forget, I say, we ought to give him a second chance —” a fat little monk ghost was saying.

"My dear Friar, haven't we given Peeves all the chances he deserves? He gives us all a bad name and you know, he's not really even a ghost — I say, what are you all doing here?" a ghost wearing a ruff and tights asked all of us, but no one answered. All we could do was stare.

All those months in Hogwarts and I didn't remember seeing a single ghost! What is this?

"New students!" the Friar said excitedly, smiling at us. "About to be Sorted, I suppose?"

Some people, I saw, nodded, still taking in the appearance of the ghosts while I looked away. It was all really weird, too weird, to only just now see that there were ghosts floating about the school. How could I have possibly missed them? Did they just happen to always be in different rooms from me for all that time?

"Hope to see you in Hufflepuff!" I heard the Friar exclaim. "My old House you know."

Addy let out a small giggle as he passed by us with an excited expression.

Professor McGonagall came back into the room and snapped at the ghosts, "Move along now. The Sorting Ceremony's about to start."

Each of the ghosts floated away, one by one, through the opposite wall from whence they came.

Then she spoke to us, "Now, form a line, and follow me."

We all got into line; me behind Draco, and Becky behind me. Professor McGonagall led us out of the chamber, back across the hall, and into the Great Hall.

This was also the first time I really looked at the Great Hall since, the last time I went in, I was hurrying to get out. But now I couldn't, because I had to do something in front of the whole school anyway. Looking at it, it was lit by thousands and thousands of candles all floating in midair above the four long tables which were laid with glittering golden plates and goblets. Then I looked up at the ceiling, remembering from the book, Hogwarts: A History, that it was bewitched to look like the sky outside.

Hearing a “Psst!” I looked over at the Gryffindor table to see the Weasley twins giving me a thumbs up. I gave one back to them to show that I was ready.

Professor McGonagall led us near where the fifth table was, the one with all the teachers and Professor Dumbledore. Then she placed a four-legged stool in front of us, and on top of it placed a pointed wizard's hat. It was patched, frayed, and very dirty looking.

What do we do with that? I thought. But then a rip near the brim opened up like a mouth, and the hat sang a song:

"Oh, you may not think I'm pretty,

But don't judge on what you see,

I'll eat myself if you can find

A smarter hat than me.

You can keep your bowlers black,

Your top hats sleek and tall,

For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat

And I can cap them all.

There's nothing in your head

The Sorting Hat can't see,

So try me on and I will tell you

Where you ought to be.

You might belong in Gryffindor,

Where dwell the brave at heart,

Their daring, nerve, and chivalry

Set Gryffindors apart;

You might belong in Hufflepuff,

Where they are just and loyal,

Those patient Hufflepuffs are true

And unafraid of toil;

Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,

If you've a ready mind,

Where those of wit and learning,

Will always find their kind;

Or perhaps in Slytherin

You'll make your real friends,

Those cunning folk use any means

To achieve their ends.

So put me on! Don't be afraid!

And don't get in a flap!

You're in safe hands (though I have none)

For I'm a Thinking Cap!"

As the hat finished its song, I heard the whole hall burst into applause. The hat bowed to each House table and then sat still.

“Ravenclaw or Slytherin?” Becky whispered to me.

“I don’t know," I replied softly, my nerves twisting at the thought of being sorted away from them. “I’m mostly worried that we may not end up in the same House.”

“I’m worried, too,” Addy admitted from behind Becky.

“We can try to. And even if we aren't, we can still hang out together." Becky said.

I nodded, a bit relieved at the suggestion. "Yeah, that's what we need to do."

Professor McGonagall stepped forward with a piece of parchment in her hands. A list of the students? “When I call your name,” she said, “You will put on the hat and sit on the stool to be sorted.”

"With everyone watching?" Becky asked gleefully.

My lips pursed, Only she could be excited about that.

“Obviously,” Addy said through gritted teeth, though I hardly heard her. My attention was on Professor McGonagall… and the hat that would decide our fates.

"Abbot, Hannah!" Professor McGonagall said, holding the hat until a girl came up and sat down.

"Hufflepuff!" the hat yelled. The Hufflepuff table burst into applause.

"Bones, Susan!"

"Hufflepuff!"

"Boot, Terry!"

"Ravenclaw!"

"Brocklehurst, Mandy!"

"Ravenclaw!"

"Brown, Lavender!"

"Gryffindor!"

"Bulstrode, Millicent!"

"Slytherin!"

I felt like tuning everything out, all that was going on generally consisted of shouting and applause. There were even pauses. Sometimes the hat chose instantly, and sometimes it took a while to decide.

Of course, there were certain people I didn't tune out for. Vincent and Greg were in Slytherin… of course.

"Figsund, Rebecca!"

When Becky went up, she took the hat from Professor McGonagall’s hands to put it on herself — with the deputy Headmistress’ lips pursing in response — and the hat took a while before it, too, shouted out that she was “Slytherin!"

That girl gave her Cheshire grin toward the Ravenclaw table and, handing the hat back to Professor McGonagall, went to the Slytherin table without hesitation, sitting directly across from Vincent.

“Gentz, Addison!” When Addy went up, her hands shaking uncontrollably, the House put her in "Hufflepuff!" She wandered over to her table, glancing at me and Becky like a lost puppy.

Oh boy, I thought worriedly, They’re already in two separate Houses. But it’s okay, we’ll still hang out together like Becky said. Right?

I actually perked up to listen when "Granger, Hermione!” was called.

"Gryffindor!"

Hm, I thought to myself with a sigh, another separate House. I don't think I'll be in that one. I can’t really consider myself that 'brave' of a person. No Weasley twins — which also thankfully means no Hermione Granger — for me.

As I was thinking this, “Longbottom, Neville!” was called to the stool and placed in Gryffindor. He doesn't seem very brave, maybe I have a chance, I thought as he accidentally ran to the table with the hat still on his head, and had to run back to return it to Professor McGonagall.

"Malfoy, Draco!"

I watched as Draco made his way over to the Sorting Hat, and it very barely touched his head when it shouted out “Slytherin!” He excitedly went to sit down with Greg, Vincent, and Becky, sitting across from the empty space next to Becky. He glanced at the space as though expecting someone to sit there…. Me? Is he waiting for me?

Some more people went up. I found out that the name of the girl who was in the same boat as us coming here was Pansy Parkinson, and she was also put in Slytherin.

A couple more names later and out came, "Potter, Harry!"

It was amazing how many people broke out in whispers, watching him nervously make his way up to the stool and sit down on it. When the hat was placed on him, as with everyone else, it covered his eyes. After a while, I saw him grip on the edges of the chair, as if in an argument with the hat. Then came the shout of, "Gryffindor!"

There were screams of excitement as the hat was taken off of Harry, and he made his way to the Gryffindor table. Everyone there was overjoyed. Fred and George were even shouting, "We got Potter! We got Potter!"

I chuckled softly.

"Riddle, Melody!”

It took a moment longer for me to realize that I was called right after Harry. Going up, no one was really looking at me, but at him. I appreciated not having all the attention, so it looked like it paid well for me to be after this boy. But I did have the attention of Draco, Vincent, Greg, Addy, Hermione, Becky, and the Weasley twins. Even Professors Snape and Dumbledore were interested in watching me.

The hat slipped onto my head and I was engulfed in darkness. I felt the probe of something entering my mind, much like Professor Snape attempted one month ago, but this time I didn’t push it out. It had to be the hat picking my House from my personality, I supposed.

"Hmm, very very difficult to choose," I heard the hat say, but I only just realized it was echoing through my mind, not for anyone else to hear. "You have a dark family history, that's for certain. A very clever and cunning girl. You have the intellect to get yourself out of tight spaces, but also the guile to deceive the most powerful of wizards."

I wondered just what he was talking about… I’ve never thought of myself as cunning.

“The House with the most cunning of individuals would suit you well, not just from your nature but also from your ancestors. Much, much better than only wits. Better be…" I felt the hat come out of my head to shout out to the hall, "Slytherin!"

The hat came off of my head, and I made my way over to the Slytherin table in utter confusion. What had that hat been babbling about? Dark family history? My cunning nature? Deceit? My ancestors? What could it possibly base all of that on?

I sat down next to Becky, and looked over at the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff tables. Addy looked like she was let down. Hermione was frowning slightly… though our meeting had only been brief. The twins' mouths were understandably opened wide.

"We're all together!" Draco said excitedly.

Yeah, but unluckily for you we have Becky. I started whispering to her, "We can check with Addy maybe tomorrow to see if we have any classes with her, and perhaps a free time."

Becky nodded vigorously. "I'm just glad that I'm not the one who's alone. Addy can handle herself, at least.... But look at my brother!" This she added with considerable annoyance, pointing to the Ravenclaw table.

I looked over at the Ravenclaw table where her brother, who had curly, light brown hair, was going back and forth between smiling and frowning. Then he looked over at Becky and did some hand motions at her that I didn't understand.

She looked at him angrily, giving hand motions back and turning pointedly away from him. He turned to watch the rest of the sorting, which didn't have very many people left.

"What did he just say?" I asked her.

"That he's going to send a letter to dad about me getting into Slytherin," she said moodily.

“I thought you might want to be the unique one in your family,” I said thoughtfully. “Especially with the way you first smiled after you were sorted.”

She grinned, “Oh, I do. I have to get past the shaming first, but then I’ll be ever so happy.”

I snorted with laughter. She was certainly something else.

“How do you feel?” she asked.

”I honestly don't understand its decision for me," I told her truthfully, causing her to look at me curiously. "It basically said I'm so smart that I'm cunning…. It even said something about my family history being dark, so I don't know. But I believe I was really close to Ravenclaw."

“Yeah…” Becky said thoughtfully. “But at least this isn't so bad!"

"Are you joking?" Draco asked her, more than eager to join the conversation. "Slytherin is perfect! Hufflepuff's a bore! Ravenclaw's deadly! And Gryffindor's are just a bunch of tossers."

I snorted. “Well, aren’t I glad not to be in the 'tosser' category.”

Becky was stifling her laughter, having a really hard time not bursting it out. She finally was able to choke out, "Raven – claw the – most – deadly? Oh – my – brother wouldn’t – get a kick – out of that! Better – not tell that – to my parents! Haha!"

Draco’s pleased, flushed cheeks said it all.

After the sorting, Professor McGonagall took away the stool and the Sorting Hat. Professor Dumbledore now stood up, beaming at all of us and holding his arms out as if trying to embrace us in a large group hug.

He began a speech… an extremely short, exceedingly weird speech. "Welcome! Welcome to a new year at Hogwarts! Before we begin our banquet, I would like to say a few words. And here they are: Nitwit! Blubber! Tweak!

"Thank you!"

Everyone clapped and cheered as he sat down, and I laughed out loud with Becky. "He's a bit odd isn't he?" I asked.

But before Becky could even get out a response, both our mouths almost fell open in shock as the dishes in the middle of the table were now filled with a lot of different foods. It was the most I'd ever seen, even in all the banquets I'd ever been to.

We all started loading our plates. I filled mine with roast chicken, mashed potatoes with gravy, and some peas. Didn’t want to overload if, with the way this looked, there was some dessert to come after it.

A ghost suddenly came over to us and sat down next to Draco, who looked nervously at him. The ghost looked very horrible, with blank staring eyes, a gaunt face, and robes stained with what I supposed was blood, but it was silvery like the rest of his body.

"Hello," he said to us curtly. "New first years I see."

"Hi," I said, deciding to be friendly, though he looked fairly bedraggled and menacing. "What's your name?"

"I am the Bloody Baron, your House Ghost…… You have a vaguely familiar aura about you, you know?" he said to me. Draco paled, as if he was talking to him.

"Perhaps because my dad was in your House when he was at Hogwarts.”

"Hmm…" he thought aloud, "What is your name again?"

"Melody Riddle,” I said. “My dad was Tom.”

"Ah yes! Tom Riddle was in this House, a very clever young man…. Now that I think about it, you look a bit like him. Who was your mother?" he asked, immediately intrigued. But, I noted, when I said my last name he flinched a little.

"Orele Ollivander. She was in Ravenclaw,” I said, nonplussed when everyone around me suddenly gasped. "What?!" I asked, miffed that I had forgotten to attempt not mentioning my relationship to the famous wandmaker.

"Orele! I remember her. No wonder your eyes are like that. So she had a child with Tom Riddle… how lovely." Though the Bloody Baron said 'how lovely’, his tone was dry. "No doubt you will be great in all your classes as they were, and perhaps even a strong interest in the Dark Arts they had."

"Yeah, I guess," I said slowly. “So you knew them well?”

“Both of them were top of their class, and the most popular in their years! Was not one student that didn’t know their names,” the Bloody Baron said. “Now, if you’ll excuse me,” he glided quickly away for another Slytherin to talk to. I thought it was slightly odd that he should know so much about my own parents… remember them specifically, even, over a span of however long he himself had been dead. They may have been popular in their years, sure, but to think about how many popular kids there have been over time was unthinkable.

"You're related to Mr. Ollivander?" Becky asked me. I nodded. "Why didn't you guys act like family when we went to the shop together? You were asking so many questions about him!”

Draco was looking just as intrigued.

"I only found out about it after you and Addy left the shop, so I hadn't actually known at the time when we were getting our wands," I said, cutting into my chicken and explaining to them about what had happened. I was doing my best to eat and talk, but not with my mouth full. When I finally finished talking, I had also finished eating, and dessert had appeared in the dishes where the entrée had been.

“That’s incredible. I’d have had no clue,” Becky said thoughtfully. “Although perhaps the giveaway should’ve been the eyes. Honestly, just the fact that I hadn’t even thought of it before is mind boggling. You and your mother have those unique eyes of his.”

Draco leaned forward, a pumpkin pasty in hand as he stared at me. “Wow, they really are that silvery. And I thought that was just because he was blind.”

“Honestly, don’t even worry about it,” I said, helping myself to some chocolate ice cream and chocolate éclairs, biting into the latter and feeling very satisfied. If this was what meals were going to look like every day, then I was happy to admit that I was in heaven. “I’d rather talk about something else, anyway.”

“All right,” Becky said with a shrug, already finding the means to change the subject. “I notice you don't eat much, but you sure do like chocolate.”

”Let her eat what she wants," Draco said. "What she eats is none of your concern. It’s what you feed yourself that you should worry about."

"Excuse me if I like to observe how the people around me eat," Becky said. "Like I don't know if I want to always sit near you, because you eat like a pig. Hoarding everything you see into your body."

”I do not!" Draco defended himself, another pink tinge finding its way into his cheeks.

"Have you honestly seen yourself?" Becky asked him.

"How about the both of you stop fighting for the rest of the feast and wait for tomorrow?" I asked them. They actually nodded, glaring at each other.

I took that moment to glance up at the teacher's table. There was Professor Snape seated next to Professor Quirrell. Neither looked happy with their seating arrangements. Professor Quirrell was still very, very jittery. Contrary to what mom had promised, I was certain he was still going to be a stutterer. Professor Snape himself still looked plain annoyed.

Then, I saw something fairly strange. At the Gryffindor table, Harry Potter looked up at Professor Snape who looked back at him with such levels of hate and anger that — though I couldn't place what was so wrong — I could feel that energy without even needing to attempt to study it. But, as soon as that happened, Quirrell suddenly grabbed the back of his turban as if it was about ready to fall off and Harry clutched at his forehead in pain.

Then everything seemed as though it all suddenly subsided.

When Harry looked back up at the teacher's table, though, his eyes went right for Professor Snape. How odd, I thought curiously.

Once the desserts disappeared, Professor Dumbledore got to his feet again. The hall was finally silent.

“Ahem – just a few more words now that we are all fed and watered.”

I wondered if it was going to be another three random words. I was pleasantly surprised when it was not.

"I have a few start-of-term notices to give you.

"First years should note that the forest on the grounds is forbidden to all pupils. And a few of our older students would do well to remember that as well.

"I have also been asked by Mr. Filch, the caretaker, to remind you all that no magic should be used between classes in the corridors.

"Quidditch trials will be held in the second week of the term. Anyone interested in playing for their House teams should contact Madam Hooch.

"And finally, I must tell you that this year, the third-floor corridor on the right-hand side is out of bounds to everyone who does not wish to die a very painful death."

I felt my face scrunch up at this news, thinking that though the warning was very straightforward, it also didn’t explain very much. My friends chuckled softly at it, but I wasn't sure whether or not this was a laughing matter. He was obviously a crazy man, but with the way he had just said it… he might as well have been serious.

Professor Dumbledore spoke again, "And now, before we go to bed, let us sing the school song!" He gave his wand a small flick and a long golden ribbon flew out of it, rising high above each of the tables and twisting itself into words for us to read. "Everyone pick their favorite tune, and off we go!"

I listened to the rest of the school sing:

"Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hoggy Warty Hogwarts,

Teach us something please,

Whether we be old and bald

Or young with scabby knees,

Our heads could do with filling,

With some interesting stuff,

For now they're bare and full of air,

Dead flies and bits of fluff,

So teach us things worth knowing,

Bring back what we've forgot,

Just do your best, we'll do the rest,

And learn until our brains all rot."

Everyone had a different beat to their tunes, stopping at different times. The Weasley twins were the last ones singing the words to a very slow funeral march, Professor Dumbledore conducted the last few lines they sang.

Wiping a happy tear out of his eye, he commented, “Ah, music. A magic beyond all we do here! And now, bedtime. Off you trot!"

After the feast, the Slytherin Prefects called for all first year Slytherins to follow them — and we did so eagerly — out of the Great Hall. The girl prefect — tall with mousy brown hair — talked to us while she walked, the boy prefect just following silently behind us all. I only listened out of curiosity but wondered at the back of my mind where they would be taking us for the Slytherin dormitories.

"Congratulations!" the girl said, waving her hands in the air. How flamboyant. "I'm Prefect Gemma Farley, and I'm delighted to welcome you to Slytherin House. Our emblem is the serpent, the wisest of creatures; our House colours are emerald green and silver, and our common room lies behind a concealed entrance down in the dungeons. As you'll see, its windows look out into the depths of the Hogwarts lake. We often see the giant squid swooshing by — and sometimes more interesting creatures. We like to feel that our hangout has the aura of a mysterious, underwater shipwreck.

"Now, there are a few things you should know about Slytherin — and a few you should forget."

Of course we’re in the dungeons… perfect for me. It’s just what the doctor ordered.

“Firstly, let's dispel a few myths. You might have heard rumours about Slytherin House — that we're all into the Dark Arts, and will only talk to you if your great-grandfather was a famous wizard, and rubbish like that. Well, you don't want to believe everything you hear from competing Houses. I'm not denying that we've produced our share of Dark wizards, but so have the other three Houses — they just don't like admitting it. And yes, we have traditionally tended to take students who come from long lines of witches and wizards, but nowadays you'll find plenty of people in Slytherin House who have at least one Muggle parent.”

Draco and plenty of other Slytherins scowled and scanned the faces around them as though they would be able to tell who was Muggleborn. I resisted the need to scowl, thinking of my Muggle stepfather with a heavy heart.

“Here's a little-known fact that the other three Houses don't bring up much: Merlin was a Slytherin. Yes, Merlin himself, the most famous wizard in history! He learned all he knew in this very House! Do you want to follow in the footsteps of Merlin? Or would you rather sit at the old desk of that illustrious ex-Hufflepuff, Eglantine Puffett, inventor of the Self-Soaping Dishcloth?”

No one answered. It somehow felt understandable, though I wondered what the historic Merlin was really famous for. There were plenty of stories and fairy tales told in the Muggle world, but they couldn't be the truth — just spins on the real one.

"I didn't think so," Gemma said smugly. "But that's enough about what we're not. Let's talk about what we are, which is the coolest and edgiest House in this school. We play to win, because we care about the honor and traditions of Slytherin."

I liked the wording there. Gemma was making a great first impression for Slytherins — if only other Houses could hear it without disagreeing.

"We also get respect from our fellow students. Yes, some of that respect might be tinged with fear, because of our Dark reputation, but you know what? It can be fun, having a reputation for walking on the wild side. Chuck out a few hints that you've got access to a whole library of curses, and see whether anyone feels like nicking your quill."

Feared? I thought uncertainly. Do I want that?.. Matter of fact, why does the idea bug me so much?

"But we're not bad people. We're like our emblem, the snake: sleek, powerful, and frequently misunderstood.

"For instance, we Slytherins look after our own – which is more than you can say for Ravenclaw. Apart from being the biggest bunch of swots you ever met, Ravenclaws are famous for clambering over each other to get good marks, whereas we Slytherins are brothers. The corridors of Hogwarts can throw up surprises for the unwary, and you'll be glad you've got the Serpents on your side as you move around the school. As far as we're concerned, once you've become a snake, you're one of ours — one of the elite."

Becky sniggered silently next to me, as well as Draco. The whole thing about the Ravenclaws was obviously funny to them — to me too. I almost thought I wanted to be with them. But I personally didn’t care that much about grading higher than others. At least, I thought, Becky and Draco could get along through this.

Gemma continued, “Because you know what Salazar Slytherin looked for in his chosen students? The seeds of greatness. You've been chosen by this House because you've got the potential to be great, in the true sense of the word. All right, you might see a couple of people hanging around the common room whom you might not think are destined for anything special. Well, keep that to yourself. If the Sorting Hat put them in here, there's something great about them, and don't you forget it.

“And talking of people who aren't destined for greatness, I haven't mentioned the Gryffindors. Now, a lot of people say that Slytherins and Gryffindors represent two sides of the same coin. Personally, I think Gryffindors are nothing more than wannabe Slytherins. Mind you, some people say that Salazar Slytherin and Godric Gryffindor prized the same kinds of students, so perhaps we are more similar than we like to think. But that doesn't mean that we cosy up with Gryffindors. They like beating us only slightly less than we like beating them.”

Great, I thought with slight sadness, enemies with Gryffindors. What fun. Well, it proves what mom told me. She gave plenty of warning in all exactness.

“A few more things you might need to know: our House Ghost is the Bloody Baron. If you get on the right side of him he'll sometimes agree to frighten people for you. Just don't ask him how he got bloodstained; he doesn't like it.

“The password to the common room changes every fortnight. Keep an eye on the noticeboard. Never bring anyone from another House into our common room or tell them our password. No outsider has entered it for more than seven centuries.

"Well, I think that's all for now. I'm sure you'll like our dormitories. We sleep in ancient four-posters with green silk hangings, and bedspreads embroidered with silver thread. Medieval tapestries depicting the adventures of famous Slytherins cover the walls, and silver lanterns hang from the ceilings. You'll sleep well; it's very soothing, listening to the lake water lapping against the windows at night.”

By that point, we had reached the dungeons. I was surprised by how perfect Slytherin House seemed now. Although, Draco’s face whitened considerably at the mention of the Bloody Baron. Poor boy.

Gemma stopped up by a stretch of bare, damp stone wall. She said "Salazar," and a stone door concealed within the wall opened. We all went in, ending up in a long, low underground room with rough stone walls and ceiling. There were round, green lamps above us hanging on chains, a fire was crackling under a nicely carved mantelpiece, and there were a couple high-backed chairs by the fire underneath it.

"This is nice," Becky whispered to me. "Might not be too bad."

Draco glared at her again. I kept my mind reading out of it, and imagined that he was thinking: 'Of course it won't be too bad! This is Slytherin, it's amazing!'

Gemma led us to our dormitories. The older students were already in theirs, I guessed, as we made our way to the first year girl's dorms, losing the boys to theirs.

We had just gone up a few steps to get to our dorms, and there was no doubting the soothing sound of the lake water’s light splashing. Becky and I didn't say much to our new roommates, Millicent and Pansy. We just dressed in our pajamas, bade each other good night, and once we lay down we fell asleep instantly from the long day.

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Headcannons about Hogwarts founders

Rowena's mother was a cook at a castle which was kind of a safe haven for wizards and witches, and was held by Salazar Slytherin's father. Salazar had a crush on Rowena but they had five years of difference and were teens so it was huge, and she was a maid and he was a lord's son so their story was impossible. He never told Rowena he had a crush for her.

Salazar's father could not be here for his wand's choice because he was saving wizards from muggles at the other end of the country. Little eleven years old salazar was sent to 10thcentury!Ollivander with the cook and six years old Rowena. Ollivander's wife was a Seer and she saw they were going to do a lot of things we know of.

At twenty, Salazar's marriage was arranged by his father with a thestral's breeder's daughter and he refused because he didn't like the girl but Salazar's father thought it was because he loved another, went through his stuff and found a handdrawn portrait of Rowena and fired her and her mother without an explanation.

When Salazar discovered his legilimens powers, he used them on his father and on the cook by accident and saw the cook had more love for him as an adoptive son than his father did, because his father was more focused on the greater good of the wizarding world.

Rowena got married at nineteen with a guy whose best friend was James Weasley, a red-haired-dog animagus. When she was widowed, she took off with James and little Helena to visit muggle cousins, stopped at Hogsmeade where she met Helga, Godric and Salazar, and never left again.

When Rowena and Salazar met again, at Hogsmeade, they were 23 and 28 and he was far from his family because he couldn't stand his wife. He was called back to them a year later because he only had one son who had survived (out of four kids and his wife) a muggle attack on them. That means he can have descendants (heir of Slytherin) but also it's perfectly logical he fears and hates muggles.

The first two kids to stop by Rowena, Salazar, Helga et Godric's castle in construction was a boy named Baron, who would become the Bloody Baron and had, in fact, no link with the nobility, and a boy whose name was forgotten, who got brutally murdered by Salazar at some point when he got mad about muggles because he was a muggleborn, and who became mad too and became Peeves.

Speaking of Peeves, his name that was forgotten was Hogwort, like the plant, because his parents were healers, and the Founders named the castle after him to they would not forget him but everyone forgot the link between the name and Peeves.

The fountain with the eagles talonning snakes was at the beginning a fountain with a lion, a badger, an eagle and a snake, but after Salazar killed Peeves and flew away, Rowena changed the fountain.

James Weasley got married and had eight kids and two of them went in each house. Jane Weasley, the youngest, was a slytherin and became the first Head of House after Salazar. She, too, was an animagus.

Baron was the only Slytherin who did not feel concerned with avenging Salazar after he was hunted off Hogwarts and started living in a maggot-infested burrow. That's why he was the one Rowena sent to find Helena.

Speaking of which, Salazar went back to Hogwarts with the help of Jane and a few other slytherins because in the duel he fought against Rowena and Godric (I imagine Helga being hiding the pupils at that time) he lost his wand and he wanted it back.

Salazar lost his last duel because he thought he had seen Rowena evacuating children but then she arrived in his back and attacked, because it was Helena who bore a striking ressemblance to her mother.

Godric and Salazar were knights and Godric won every single sword duels they had, because Salazar didn't want to use his legilimency in a non-magic fight, but he won most of the wand fights.

Helga was from a very old family with pureblood and house-elves and whatnot, but her father was a squib so they lived in Hogsmeade. When they build the kitchens, she brought homeless elves in.

The Fat Friar was Helga's grandson, and his little sister was the third Head of Hufflepuff.

Although Salazar was the eldest, he died the first, shortly followed by Rowena, then Godric died at the ripe age of 83 and Helga was the last one standing, because she was the youngest and because she lived a more healthy life and didn't put herself as much in danger as the others.

The reason why the Sorting Hat is full of holes when he is only used once a year is because it was Godric's, and Godric used to play a game with his seventh years of ''if you can touch my hat or myself during this duel you're ready to graduate'', so each hole in the hat represents a pupil who beat the great Godric.

Also, a few Slytherins set it on fire as a prank at a moment. Unrelated.

Godric was the only Founder who did not have children, not because he was gay or sterile or anything but he was chivalrous, so he wouldn't sleep with a woman he had not married first, and he could not marry a muggle since he was living in Hogwarts and he could not marry a witch since the only witches around were Helga (already married), Rowena (widowed) and the children.

Since Salazar had a crush on Rowena, and Godric had one on Helga because she was just the nicest but also very efficient and very cool and all, the only thing that prevented the four founders to become a double date was that Rowena didn't like Salazar and Godric was too shy to admit his feelings.

Helga only had daughters, who all went to Hufflepuff safe one, who went to Ravenclaw, but the two children of this one went to Hufflepuff again and were the Fat Friar and the third Head of Hufflepuff.

For a few generations, for their protection, the Slytherin (as in, the son of Salazar and his own children and grandchildren) went to Hogwarts under a borrowed name and only learned the truth about their name and the reason they changed it once they graduated. It was always the head of Hufflepuff and the Head of Slytherin who told them as a duo, except for the fourth generation when there was a vacancy in Hufflepuff and only a Slytherin was there.

Although Godric was the cool knight in shining armor (litteraly) Helga was the most popular, among the other founders and among the children. She was kind, she was efficient, she was good at cooking...

In the beginning, Hogwarts was located on a cliff but there was an accident involving mainly Gryffindors and a few ravenclaws in it for the science of it which made the cliff crumble and the castle plunge to the sea. The headmaster of the time changed the sea to a lake by putting a wall of magic stones under the water.

Also, the squid in the lake is just a pupil who tried to do human transfiguration (not animagus, just transfiguration on himself) and got stuck. The headmaster at the time was the only one who knew it and he put him in the lake while looking for a way to reverse it, but he died before being able to do anything and no one else knew why there was a giant squid in the lake but, hey! Hogwarts' usual stuff am I right? I mean they have a basilisk in a secret chamber, they drown themselves in pensives to enjoy old memories, their carriages are pulled by invisible death-omen skeleton horses, and their next to a flakin' forbidden forest full of agressive and/or deadly things.

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