The Four Founders

Chapter 2

Warning: This chapter is mildly disturbing.

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"Stay still and don't move. Hand over all your belongings." A husky voice said in her ear. It sent chills in her body.

"No." She fought to keep her voice calm. "I can't hand them over to you."

"And why is that so? You know the consequences, don't you? I've seen your pretty face around before," the man said. Helga shut her eyes as she thought back to the time when she was fifteen. 

Flashback

Helga crept towards the backyard kitchen quietly. It was silent, save for the occasional rustling of the leaves and the crunching of the branches underneath her feet. She glanced around furtively as she approached the door. Then, the door creaked slightly as Helga pushed it open slowly. The warmth in the kitchen warmed her instantly as she walked over to one of the cabinets, opened it and grabbed freshly-baked bread and a jar of jam. She put those in her small sling bag as she continued towards the refrigerator. She continued stealing food from the kitchen until her small bag was overflowing with food. Then, she took her leave.

Just as she was walking back to her mother who was hiding in the woods, she heard a muffled scream. It came from one of the farmhouses. Curious, she walked over and peeked into the farmhouse through one of the windows. She stifled a gasp as she continued watching.

A woman, who looked like she was in her twenties, was tied to a chair. A few men were in the room. A man held a knife to her throat, leaned over and said something into the woman's ear. It was loud enough for Helga to hear what he was saying.

"Hand everything over. Or else, suffer the consequences."

"I can't hand them to you. Please, don't do it," the woman pleaded.

"It's one way or another. Since you refuse to do it the easy way, I shall do it the hard way." With that, he walked to the front of the woman and slid the knife down the front of her dress. The woman screamed and struggled against the ropes tieing her to the chair. With horror, Helga proceeded to watch what happened next. The man cut away the woman's dress and undergarments, until the woman was fully naked. She cried. Helga gasped loudly. The man's head snapped up. One of his underlings reacted fast and walked to the door. Then, realising her actions, Helga quickly turned and ran away, tears flowing down her cheeks freely.

End of Flashback

Helga shivered at that memory. "Remember that? If you don't give me your belongings, I'll do the same to you." The same husky voice spoke again. Before this, Helga promised herself that she wouldn't use magic in front of Muggles. Now, she had no choice. Reaching into her sling bag, she quickly pulled out her wand and pointed it at the man. But before she had a chance to cast a spell, her wand was knocked out of her hand. "Trying to curse me, eh, little witch? Well, too bad. Hand them over!" the man barked.

Defenseless, Helga handed her belongings to the man slowly and reluctantly. "Hurry up! I haven't got all day!" the man barked. "You're taking a long time. Raping you would be much faster than this!" Upon hearing this, Helga quickly threw her bag onto the ground. The man waved his hand and one of his underlings showed him the contents in the bag. "Not enough! I want more!" the man barked.

"I...That's all I have." Helga said truthfully, her voice trembling. 

"Hm. You look like a fine one. Your body would be satisfying enough for me. Bring the ropes over!" the man said. Helga was afraid. Without thinking twice, she opened her mouth and started to scream. Loudly. The man stuffed a cloth into her mouth and threatened, "You better keep your mouth shut. You don't wanna to lose your life." Then, he proceeded to tie her to a tree. 

The man was starting his business when Helga heard the galloping of a horse. The man's eyes widened as he shouted to his underlings, "Run! A knight is after us!"

"But...what about the lady?" One of his underlings asked.

"Leave her. Our lives are more important than this filthy piece of trash." the man said and together with his underlings, he ran into the trees.

A few seconds later, someone rode a horse into the clearing. It was a young man who looked no more than twenty. He had brown hair and matching brown eyes. (Sorry I'm not good with descriptions) "Are you alright?" the man asked with concern in his eyes. 

"I'm...I'm alright. They took my belongings, that's all." Helga answered.

"Good. Let's untie you first, shall we?" Then, the man produced a knife out of nowhere and started cutting away at the ropes. Helga was free in a matter of seconds.

Curious as to where the knife came from, she asked, "Where did the knife come from?" The man looked down and muttered something under his breath. Helga caught the word "magic". "Are...are you a wizard?" Helga probed further. Running a hand through his hair, the man nodded slightly, keeping his eyes trained to the ground. "Me too!" Helga exclaimed. The man brightened. 

"Really? That's great!" the man said. "So...see, I...I'm homeless for the time being. Do you have a place where i can stay?"

"The truth is, no. Well, I guess we could stick together..." Helga trailed off, looking up at the man with hopeful eyes. The man smiled and nodded. Helga smiled too. Then, she realised something. "What's your name?" she asked. 

"I'm...I'm Godric Gryffindor." the man said.

"Oh. I...I'm Helga Hufflepuff." Helga said. "It was nice to meet you, Sir Gryffindor."

"Please, just call me Godric. It was pleasant meeting you, Lady Helga."

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Told you it would be disturbing. Anyway, sorry for writing sick stuff here.

Jamie