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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Lavinia Hogwarts walked calmly past the Hogwarts Wine Cellar where she knew with absolute certainty, the Hufflepuff Common Rooms were located. Further, passed the kitchens, beyond the prefect bathrooms, down a flight of stairs, to the right and up a ladder. She smiled when she pushed her way through a trap door into a small warm room, it looked like nothing, a random abandoned room where students hid out after curfew. Nothing special and that had been the entire purpose.
The previous evening, Draco Malfoy had fallen asleep lying next to her on her bed, his fingers locked with hers and only when he was in a deep slumber, did she slide away to sleep in one of the spare beds. On Sunday morning, she had been awake and dressed long before him and was glad for this new adventure to give her something to do other than think of what his hand had felt like in her own. Had he even meant anything he'd said? Or was it all just a result of the Fire Whiskey? She was unreasonably afraid of speaking to him after the vulnerability she'd showed and there was a part of her that didn't want him to remember-- the other, boldly screaming part, wanted to hold his hand all over again.
Shaking herself out of her distraction, Lavinia ran her fingers over the length of the empty wall. It was unreasonably bright in there, a product of the skylight, the only sign that this room was set somewhere above ground in the Hogwarts grounds. Feeling an 'H' carved into the wall, Lavinia smiled. Hogwarts held so many tricks, it was as alive and breathing as she was herself and she was overjoyed when the bricks on the wall rolled back to reveal a slender doorway. She knew she should have been afraid to venture into darkened hallways and on private missions but she never had been, she only felt a spark of excitement as she stepped into the darkness and felt the wall close at her back, swallowing her whole.
Swishing her wand, it illuminated to reveal the set of dusty stairs beneath her feet and the seemingly endlessly long corridor beyond. Adventure, indeed. Smiling to herself, she hopped down, feet kicking up dust to reveal the warm sandstone beneath. Helga Hufflepuff may have set her secret passageway underground but she was nothing if not comfortable, there was no use for a dark and dreary corridor in her opinion. As Lavinia ventured, torches burst to life and her eyes scanned the walls, eternally clear of cobwebs. She allowed her wand tip to die.
The founders had each had their own opinions of how the school should be run and created but it was their differences that had made it so magical. Standing within the familiar sandstone corridor, Lavinia was rocked with a wave of sadness. She would never again run along there with her Hufflepuff mother, sneaking cakes from the kitchens to her mothers hideaway where they could stay together and wait out one of Salazar's temper tantrums.
Equally, she would never again journey with her Gryffindor father to a battlefield and play chess in his canvas tent while he and his cadre discussed war tactics. There were a million things that Lavinia would never again get the opportunity to do and the thought of each one punched a hole in her heart. How could her emotions be entirely learned if they hurt so badly?
