The founders of Hogwarts, combined had the power to create, destroy and conquer, power beyond a muggles wildest dreams. Hogwarts was their home, their joy and when they discovered its future destiny, a war prophesied to murder youths and obliterate...
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For a moment, all was still. Stretched high above, the blanket of stars paused their dance in anticipation, then came the very first breath, rattled through parched lips and swirling up a flurry of dust. A breath and the world began anew. Eyes painted in dedication to the galaxy above flickered back and forth. Reaching upwards into the void of darkness, Lavinia Hogwarts' knuckles brushed against the smooth face of stone inches from her own. A tomb. Her tomb.
Breathing calmly, allowing the world another moment to adjust around her, the girl curled her fingers around the wand at her side. Centuries, the amount of which could not yet be determined, had flashed away from her all while she lay unmoving, unchanging. If the general layering of dust settled all around her-- in her hair, her eyelashes, upon her skin-- was anything to go by, her parents had been successful.
A breath and a blink, she allowed herself only one of each. Panic was an enemy, one she could not afford to battle, the voices of her parents floated around her ears, so recently heard by her though so distantly vanished from the present time. A breath and a blink, Godric would soothe, just one of each, feel the negative feelings for only a single second and then cast them, with all your strength, away from your body. That is what Lavinia did, trapped in that tomb under the sparkling sky.
Flicking her wand, the tomb around her folded away. It wasn't a trap, a cage... It was a shield, a protection against centuries of the deepest pits of the forbidden forest, from the adventurous students and magical tree-dwellers. Sitting, Lavinia stretched like a feline, rewarded with satisfying pops along her spine. Centuries of sleep and she was feeling utterly rejuvenated as she braced her hands against the stone around her and forced herself to stand. Half expecting to tumble like a newborn foal, Lavinia was thrilled to retain her smooth grace as she took a leap over the edge, leaving a cascade of dust behind her; it was a small victory to stand but she accepted it with pride as she began a meander back toward her home.
After all this time, the twisted roots and trunks of the Forbidden Forest remained the same, dashed across with beauty and power, teeming with life and pulsing beneath her every footfall, the energy in the earth twirling like vines up her legs. With every step, her dusted--yet magically preserved-- cloak gathered a collection of leaves and bracken.
It was a long venture from the deepest belly of the forest to the grounds though one that she appreciated, one that allowed her the time to clear her throat continually, wash her mouth at a flowing stream and revise her upcoming speech on a loop.
Lavinia Hogwarts abandoned the words in her mind the instant she came across a structure in the precious home that she did not recognise. It loomed high, though certainly not as high as the castle itself, the peaks of which were beckoning her through the darkness. This wooden structure burst with life and reverberated with voices that pierced her ears sharply, the first sounds in the new world.
