𝘏𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘗𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘌𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘺 𝘛𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘦

Chapter 8 - Godric's History Pt. 1

Chapter 8
3rd POV
Godric's History Pt 1.
Writing like this is going to be flashbacks. If you see this, know that it means a flash back has started.

Harry stood on a hillside that looked familiar. He looked around himself and saw a castle in the distance; it looked like Hogwarts, but it wasn't.

It was smaller.

Harry glanced around confused. He was sure that he was in his mindscape, but he wasn't sure where this was.

"Godric?" He called, not seeing the founder anywhere.

"This is Hogwarts, as it was in my time." Godric's voice came from beside Harry, the man put a hand on Harry's shoulder and wore a small smile on his face.

"What you see below is Hogwarts after the four of us had finished building it. We worked hard to get to that point." He explained before letting out a chuckle.

"Do you know how much it costs to build a castle?" Godric asked with a wry grin.

Harry shook his head, never having thought about it before.

"Well, let me just say it was far more than we had expected, even with the four of us doing most of it with magic. It would have been easier to just take someone else's castle." Godric admitted with a chuckle.

"Anyway, I will show you my memories. It is probably the easiest way for you to understand the past and what you will face in the future." Godric said, his mouth twisted in a grim smile.

"It won't be the easiest experience of your life, but I think you need to understand."

Harry nodded, not knowing what to say.

A moment later he swayed on his feet, suddenly lightheaded. He turned his gaze to Godric who wore an apologetic grimace as Harry collapsed to the ground, darkness overcoming him.

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Grodic Gryffindor dodged to his right, avoiding a thin beam of orange light by a hair's breadth. The beam shot past him, boring through a tree behind him, a hole the size of Godric's first appeared in the tree, and the next few trees after that the orange beam burrowed through.

With a wave of the yew wand in his left hand, Godric created a solid crimson shield. It looked as though it was made from red metal.

Spells crashed into the crimson shield with deafening gongs and a burst of light blue energy lanced out of it, passing through the shield as if it weren't there and crashing into a large boulder that his enemy cowered behind.

The boulder exploded, sending shards of rock careening through the air, digging deep into those wizards hiding behind it, many of whom fell to the ground in agony, wrthering and screaming as a wizard in black robes ducked beside the writhing people, drawing the rock shards from their bodies.

Godric was a force on the battlefield. With every wave of his wand, explosions rocked the earth which sent people flying through the air only to crash to the ground moments later, never to move again.

To Godric's side, twenty metres away stood another man, wearing green robes as he used a wand in each hand like Godric. The man was tall and thin, thought well-muscled, unlike the massive beast of a man that Godric was.