Godric Gryffindor- All Together

Chapter 10

Godric grabbed his cape. Roughly combing his messy red curls, he thought of the stories his parents had told him, about king Arthur and his knights. He had always wanted to join them, but the fact that he was a wizard would probably not come unnoticed.

Suddenly, his adoptive parents were shouting at him to come, worry in their voice.

"GODRIC! GODRIC! Come here!"

Godric ran towards them, fear clawing at his chest.

His mother was outside, hand still on the door frame, shock and fear on her face. His father was holding his horse's bridle, staring at the scene before him.

"Look Godric. Just look." his father said.

Godric looked, and a gasp escaped him. Two witches were tied to two high stakes, the one on the left had her face hidden in raven black hair, the one on the right struggling weakly, whimpering softly, her face round and rosy, contrasted with the terrible situation. He recognized them both instantly from the dreams he'd been having. Rowena Ravenclaw and Helga Hufflepuff.

He ran out into the street, arms outstretched, then he doubled back running to his black horse, jumping on his back, drawing the sword that had been first year birthday present from his real father, and cantered towards the witches. Everyone roared in delight, thinking that he was going to cut their heads off, but quickly, angry screams resonated through the square. Godric had cut off the binds that tied them. 

A young fellow rushed up, raising a splendid sword. Godric and him instantly started fighting with a rage that is apparent in every battle when the combattants are fighting to kill. 

The two witches were sprawled on the floor. Rowena seemed to have fainted, and Helga squinted at the scene with a desperate face. The villagers started towards them, leers on their faces.

Godric was loosing the one to one combat. The young man was obviously a trained sword fighter, and it would be impossible to kill him. The man seemed to sense his worry and advanced forward, smiling in victory.

Then, suddenly, green flames shot up from the ground, separating the villagers and the man from the witches and Godric himself. Shouts of terror and screams of rang out in the setting sun. 

"WITCHCRAFT! WITCHCRAFT!" people screamed.

A young man on a splendid gray horse galloped towards them, with green and silver robes, a stick - or a wand - in hand.

"You, get the black haired one on you're horse!" he said, scooping up the red haired one on his own horse.

Godric obeyed. He took the pack of food and souvenirs he had, which included the paiting of his dead parents, and galloped towards his savior.

"What's you're name? Mine's Godric."

"Well, sorry Godric, but we'll do presentations later - my magic is ebbing - and the villagers and guards will be after us in a few seconds." the boy grinned.

The familiar adrenaline was running in his vains, and Godric had to grin back.