Befriending the Werewolf

Godric Gryffindor

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Tori's P.O.V.

The week went by in flying colors, and I couldn't believe it was already Monday again. I was sitting in library with Camden, many textbooks spread out in front of us. He was open to a page with the four founders of Hogwarts on it, and I was trying to figure out where I had seen one of the pictures before. I knew I recognized the man with the long hair and beard the color of straw. He wore long red robes and had thick black gloves of dragon hide on his hands;  the founder of Gryffindor.

I sighed, giving up and answered five of Camden's questions that he asked after every four pages.
"You've got the hang of this," Camden said, switching to another book. "You're quick at understanding. It's like you're reading off of the back of your hand."

"It's weird," I said, rolling out some more parchment. "These stories are similar to ones I grew up with. I didn't learn about the main people being wizards, but they had encounters with magic and stuff. My parents always told me them. Apparently they were legends passed down from generation to generation."

Camden stared at me. "That's cool that you know them, I guess, but it's really weird. I mean, they're the history of wizards, and seeing how your family is all muggles except for you-"

"Hey, I know where I've seen this wizard before!" I exclaimed, startling Camden. The librarian popped up from behind a book shelf.

"This is a quiet zone, so please do try to follow those rules."

"Sorry," I whispered. When she walked away, I turned back to Camden and flipped back to the page where it showed Godric Gryffindor, standing with his hands over his legendary sword. "Godric Gryffindor... We have a picture of him at my house. It's in this really old scrapbook that was like my great-grandmothers or something."

Camden stared at me and then leaned back in his chair. He raised his eyes to the ceiling and then turned back to me after a moment.  "Is he the only wizard you've seen a picture of that you recognize?"

I stared at him, confused with what he was asking me. "I don't know.. I mean, I guess so?"

"Get your books and come with me," Camden said, standing up. "We need to talk to Professor McGonagall."

"Why?"

"No questions, just follow me."

We walked down a series of hallways until we came to the Headmistress' office door. Camden rapped his knuckles on it three times and opened it when a voce called him in. I was just about to step in when Camden slammed the door on my face. I pressed my ear against the door, but their voices were muffled, so I only caught a fraction of the conversation between the two.

"...library... recognized... Gryffindor..."

There was a brief silence and then the other voice spoke. "Open... door...in."

Footsteps padded towards the door and I jumped back from it and leaned against a wall. Camden's face appeared in the doorway and he motioned for me to come into the office. Professor McGonagall was seated at her desk, her hands folded in her lap.

"Victoria, please sit."

"Am I in trouble?"

"No, but we appear to have a problem... and maybe a solution at the same time."

"I don't understand what you mean."

"It appears we may have figured out why you are the only wizard to come from America. You see, as it turns out, wizarding blood can not withstand that side of the world, because, well, fro rthe most part they do not believe in anything that cannot be proven with cold hard facts. Therefore, magic can not survive in their society, even if a witch and wizard were to move there. They would still have their powers, but their children would not have any magic blood, and the witch and wizard would live a shorter life and die around the ages of 75-90.

"That is why, your magic blood has been such a puzzle to us. Your parents grew up in America, and so did their parents, so any magic blood would have long ago been annihilated. Just now however, we may have figured out what has happened to have cauased you to have magic bblood. We are not sur ehowever, and I will have to pay some visits to a specific few paintings."

I looked at the Headmaster, taking in everything that she had said. "What do you think is going on or has happened?"

"Well, Victoria, you know about the four founders, right?"

"Of course I do. Camden has just started teaching me the background history of them, like why they decided to open Hogwarts."

"Well their magic was very powerful, and I am going to have to check your ancestry, but, well... we think you may be distantly related to one of them. Godric Gryffindor to be exact."