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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An enchanted house could not be hidden from a girl born of enchantments. The house stretched high above them, tainted dark with spells and age, was once a handsome townhouse with wrought iron, intricately carved barricades at every window and an impressive height despite its slender body. Lavinia, standing upon the dark grass before it with the professor at her side, had never seen anything of its likeness. Albus visibly blanched in shock at the ease in which she saw through his locks and spells.
"The elder occupants know of your history, you will be welcomed here," Dumbledore recovered from his previous daze quickly, turning his eyes to the girl who remained passive. A summer together had taught the withered professor that the girl was everything the prophets claimed she'd be, even if she hadn't witnessed it before. There was more to her than this chilled, serious Ravenclaw expression of calm, there was a girl who laughed with the warmth of a Hufflepuff and fought with the bravery of a Gryffindor with the cunning ambition of a Slytherin. Such complexity of personality, Albus had never before witnessed.
When she noticed his gaze, her eyes pivoted from the hidden townhouse and a smile illuminated her features, de-ageing her entire expression. Despite their best efforts, the stern gaze of Minerva McGonagall and the calming tone of Professor Dumbledore couldn't prize her velvet cloak from her though a plain, knee-length black dress now resided beneath. It was a valiant attempt at making her seem as though she hadn't just slipped through a portal from another time though the wisdom in her eyes told enough.
"Why must I be here? Term resumes in a short while, surely Hogwarts would be a more apt residence for the remaining weeks?" her voice was calm despite her eyes silent pleading. Albus smiled warmly, the most soothing smile he could muster. Lavinia reminded him so frightfully of his sister, Ariana and as much as it unnerved him, it also warmed him. Another concept of her intricate tapestry of spells, Lavinia Hogwarts had multi-personalities, ever-changing to suit the situation, the Transfiguration of a boggart that enabled every encounterer drawn nearer. There was no denying that Lavinia was special.
"You requested an ordinary Hogwarts experience and although that is difficult to achieve, arriving on the Hogwarts Express is an adequate begin to that experience," he mused, running a hand down his beard once and her eyes settled on that blood pact, reminding her to do whatever needed doing for the sake of Hogwarts. It was worth it. "Besides, your particular talents may be useful here,"
"To protect the Potter boy?" she deduced easily and he glanced down at her, it was rare for anybody to understand the complex tangle of thoughts in his mind yet Lavinia did, without question. "I have been highly anticipating this meeting with Harry, of course, the focal point of this war would be an untrained boy with a tendency to sway toward danger," that Slytherin spark. Dumbledore chuckled and directed her forward.
