Chapter 219: Hogwarts: a history (2/2)

The wall melted and a door appeared. Chris opened the door and entered.

The room was an old classroom. Few charts and writings were hanging on the wall, few chairs and tables scattered around and some different kind of cup, dishes, clothes, mirrors etc.

”What is this place?” Chris said, surprised.

”An old hidden classroom,” Helena replied simply.

”So no one comes here?” Chris said looking at a dusty mirror.

”No, not many know about this place,” Helena said looking around. ”Not at least the students. Few teachers do, who can detect hidden magic. Though by now you should know, Hogwarts have many secrets.”

”Yeah I know,” Chris said waving her wand. The dust disappeared and she sat down on a chair.

”Now tell me, how do you know about my mother and the Baron?” Helena asked sharply.

”I saw them in my dreams,” Chris replied earnestly. ”Also I didn't mean normal dreams.”

”Good,” Helena said with an irritated voice. ”Dreams! Why don't they tell you everything?”

”Helena please, I didn't ask for those dreams,” Chris retorted. ”You've no idea, how stressful they feel sometimes, not to mention confusing. Sometimes I feel like I'm lost in a maze and going around in circles for years.”

”They are supposed to be like that, I guess. No one really understood them, the founders. Not even me or any other students who were close to them, I doubt even their kids understood them. It was difficult to understand four Genius,” there was a bitter note on Helena's voice.

”So will you start from the beginning this time?” Chris suggested.

Helena turned away from Chris, and after a few moments, began to speak.

”It was so long ago that I pretend not to remember but — I still remember — I wasn't born in this castle. It was deep in Scotland, our home. I don't remember my father but I had heard he was the chief — almost a king actually. His people were wizards. All wizards and witches. My mother had run away from the country she lived in. The King of that country had discovered that she was a witch so she had to hide. That was how she met my father and married him. They lived in a deep forest in Scotland. At that time she first met Helga Hufflepuff. I don't know what happened to Madam Helga's family at that time but she was also on a run. She and her mother was hiding in Wales. My mother and she met and instantly became friends and then Madam Helga told my mother that she knows another gifted, talented wizard. She had met him while he was travelling around there. Do you know who it was?”

Helena suddenly threw the question, looking back at her. Chris was too engrossed in the story that at first she felt startled but then answered, ”Salazar Slytherin.”

Helena again looked surprised, so Chris quickly added, ”I heard in my dreams that Salazar Slytherin first met Helga Hufflepuff.”

”Anyways, after Madam Helga introduced Sir Salazar to my mother, and they shared their life story, they came to the conclusion that they need a school were young wizards and witches can be themselves, use their powers and learn to control them, freely. So they decided to make Hogwarts. Meanwhile, I was born and my father had died — don't ask me how? I don't know — Also at that time, my mother met Sir Godric Gryffindor and so the quest of Hogwarts making started. My mother was very familiar with these lands so she found the place to make the school and soon four of them created Hogwarts. Every wall of this castle holds their powers and the proof of how much gifted they all were.”

Helena stopped for a few minutes, Chris didn't interrupt.

”After creating the school they decided to seek out the young wizards and witches to teach. The first ones were their close friends or family kids, whom they knew. I, Genevieve Gryffindor, Sir Godric's sister, Madam Helga's cousin were the first students in this castle. Soon there were more students, everyone wanted their children in a safe place and Hogwarts was the safest place at that time. That was when — the founders found — Malgino, a poor farmer's son, living near Ireland.”

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To be continued. . .