SynopsisEveryone knows the story of Godric Gryffindor, Helga Hufflepuff, Rowena Ravenclaw and Salazar Slytherin. Or so they think.
"You want to do what?" Helga looked up at him in disbelief. She was working in her garden, wearing what were probably castoffs from her brother. She had dirt smeared across one cheek, her hands were buried in and she looked completely at ease. It was probably the most comfortable he had seen her since the marriage negotiations had begun. "Have you completely lost your mind? What would we do? Where would we go? And why the hell do you actually want to get married? I thought we understood each other."
Godric leaned against the fence, warily eying some of the garden keepers that were working on the other side of the yard. This section was strictly Helga's, nobody had ever touched it. This was probably as alone as they were going to get. He tossed his head slightly to flick his long red hair out of his eyes and said, "I understand that you're in love with a muggleborn and your father won't let you marry him."
She stared at him, her jaw dropped ever so slightly and her small shovel dropped from limp fingers. "You... how.... I don't... that is absolutely.... where did you hear that?"
His lips twitched, "No where, I figured it out on my own, it was nice of you to confirm it though. Who is he?"
"His name's Fredrick, he works in the stables.But I fail to see how you and I getting married is going to help me and Fredrick."
"I never said we'd actually get married. We let them make the negotiations and then run before we actually go through with it. All three of us. We'll go to the school. Help people, make a difference."
"Oh yes, the school that doesn't exist and will only exist when hog's fly. You've lost your mind, Godric." She picked up her shovel and turned back to her garden.
"I'm being serious, Helga. You don't believe this pureblood bullshit that the crown's been spewing anymore than I do. They're losing their power, it'll be years, possibly centuries before the monarchy collapses completely, but it's happening and you know it. I'm not saying it's good or bad, just that eventually the monarchy will collapse and our community will be a group undereducated peasants that can barely feed themselves."
"Oh it won't be that bad."
"The point still stands. Most wizards can barely figure out how to get a lumos to work so that they can get things done passed dark. How could we recover from that? Everybody deserves to be taught, I know you agree with me, we've had this discussion before. Why can't we be the ones that start it?"
"Why does it have to be us?" She sighed. "Look, Godric, I know that you have all of these crazy ass ideas on how we can change the world, and you're just brave enough to try it and probably stubborn enough that you'll eventually succeed. All i want to do is marry Fredrick, have some children and teach them myself... is that really so bad?"
"You can't marry him anyway without your father permission. Besides I thought you didn't believe in marriage?" She sighed at looked away from him. "All I'm saying is that if we run away, it won't matter. You can say your married all you want, I won't tell anybody. And it's a school, Helga, students from eleven to seventeen, they could all be your children, teach them to your hearts content."
She didn't say anything, just stared at him incredulously. Godric pulled away from the fence, "Think about it, Helga, it could be good for you. For us. For poor, poor Fredrick." With that, he left the gardens and went across the grounds to the stable to get his horse, wondering the entire way which of the miserable looking lot was Fredrick.