Godric Gryffindor- A Witch On The Loose

Chapter 5

             Godric stared at the fire. He was thinking of his day, fun but boring at the same time. The rain had poured signaling that today was 'story day'. His parents stared at him with love and affection in their eyes. He knew that he would always be 6 year old Godric for them. He loved them too and he wanted them to know it. He stood up. Walked around the room. Sat down again. He was tired. He was restless. He finally sat on the lap of his adoptive father.

"Mom, dad. Tell it to me again." he asked.

John Elowin sighed, rubbed his eyes, erasing some tears and said:

"You were six. The neighbors, the Morels, had seen you're mother doing what they thought was magic. And it probably was. They asked the church officials of West England to arrest her. You're father was devastated and pleaded for the... the Church to let her go, to take him instead. They... they asked him if he had been the one doing the magic and not your mother. Your father was brave and said yes to save your mother. Your mother of course didn't know and... and thought that she would be executed, not him. They hung him and then... and then they decided that they wouldn't take any risks, and burned your mother alive. She died without knowing that her husband had sacrificed himself." his voice broke.

Alice Elowin sobbed into her napkin and murmured:

"I'm so sorry Godric, we were such cowards! We didn't think that we would live if we... if we protected him...!" she sobbed again.

Godric patted her and kissed her on the cheek. 

"It's fine mum! You couldn't have without being suspected yourselves! It's normal. Go on dad."

Mr. Elowin continued: 

"So they both were mu...mu-murdered. We were horrified. The Gryffindors had always been kind and nice, helped us when we were in great needs. But by the time we decided to do something, they were both de-dead. But we knew that someone in the Gryffindor family was not dead. So we pleaded and raged to keep you alive, for them not to bu-burn you, and at last they accepted grudgingly. We took care of you ever s-since." 

Godric and his adoptive-father smiled at each other (though his was a teary eyed one). 

"I love you dad, and mum. You guys are really parents for me. My parents would be grateful. They really would." he then leaned forward, looking around and whispering, although they were safe at home with the door closed. "Do you think I'm a wizard too then?"

"Yes. Since you were little, strange things happened around you." his dad smiled. "Remember Alice? Those two snakes that came like in that strange book Hercules? When they attacked him and he... killed them? The Gryffindors were ever so proud about it, I remember." 

Godric and Mrs. Elowin smiled, remembering when Godric had throttled the poor snakes dead (even though he had at the time no strength to do such a thing at 4 years old). Godric also remembered when flames had circled him once when he was 7 years old, and had protected him from a stick some boys had thrown at him. They had screamed and ran to the village shouting. He had gotten into big trouble for that.

But, Godric was fine now, and although a few times, people in the village had witnessed curious things happening around him, he hadn't gotten into very serious trouble.

Suddenly, a servant ran into the room, banging the door open, panting, eyes enormous in the red light of the fire.

"I have been told to spread this to everyone in the village: witches, called Rowena Ravenclaw and what we have discovered to be Helga Hufflepuff, have escaped from our hands. The first one had hidden in a family who was oblivious to her powers until recently, the other had escaped from a village in Wales with her mother, who happened to be a witch as well. The mother got killed by our soldiers, but the girl escaped with the Ravenclaw witch. After paralyzing our men, they left, saying that they would start a war and that they would be the four saviors of witchcraft. All villagers are asked to stay at home, out of the way."

And with that, the servant rushed out the door.

"It is time to go." Godric said it without thinking. 

His adoptive parents looked at him, amazed. 

"But... Godric..."

"Those witches know what they are doing. They are going to save the wizarding world and I know it. I'm going to be part of those four who will save it. I will depart tomorrow." he turned around so as not to see their hurt faces.

"But Godric... How do you know that you should join them? I mean... This is very dangerous and... Your mother and father would never have stood for it... After all we've been through to save you! I mean..."

Godric closed his eyes. He did not want to tell them the real reason of why he wanted to go. It would sound so stupid and naive. He turned back around and opened his watery eyes. His voice cracked.

"I can't tell you why. But trust me I... I know what I'm doing."

Mrs. Elowin burst out as if she could not stop herself: 

"But those are witches, they might be dangerous! I won't let you..." 

She recoiled under the angry look Godric shot her.

"I'm wizard by the way."

"I know but you're different. You are... gentle. You don't use dark magic."

"Who told you they did?"

Their defiant stares met each other, but finally Mrs. Elowin lowered her's.

"Fine. But if you get killed..."

"I won't." Turning around, Godric climbed up the stairs into his red and gold room, his own choice of color. He lay down on the bed, clothes still on. 

He thought of the dreams he had been having.

 The beautiful and intelligent girl he knew had been called Rowena. And the nice friend he knew had been called Helga. He recalled that strange dream that consisted of him... looking at Rowena... no need to dwell on that one. But he knew that he had to help these innocent witches, and he had to immediately.