Mom Says I Need to Download a Life

This was meant to be a drabble and became fic :(

Fri, 15 May 2009 02:15:54 GMT

These two are my favorite so I really shouldn't be surprised that it got long *g*

Arwen grew up hearing about her great-great-grandmother, about her beauty, her love, her courage and her sacrifice. She also grew up hearing about how similar they were, how alike they were in their beauty and their smiles.

What no one ever talked about was how different she and Luthien were.

Where Arwen was gentle and serene, Luthien was passionate and stubborn. Luthien loved freely, laughed even more freely and she knew how to weave a spell as well as she knew how to dance. Arwen loved deeply but she was always careful with her heart, her family's history whispering in the back of her head (Peredhils are made for tragedy) and her laughs were softer than Luthien's (who's were loud and boisterous) but they were no less genuine for that. In that way, too, they were alike. Their laughs always had real warmth in them.

Luthien could weave a spell, flawless and perfect, her mother's blood running true, but the only thing Arwen ever learned to weave was cloth. It was never in Arwen's nature to wield a sword or perform loud, grand heroics. She preferred the quieter things, like making sure there was enough provisions for a siege, exact and precise planning and stitching wounds close with the same sharp precision she used to sow banners.

Luthien lived hard and fast, a burning inferno of light and power. She walked tall and confident because she had been raised under the stars, secure in her mother's Girdle and her's father protection; it never truly occurred to Luthien to be afraid of anything.

(She knew fear, of course, but never the gut wrenching terror most would have felt walking freely into Angbard in order to wrestle a Silmarill from Morgoth's crown)

Arwen never had a Girdle to protect her. And while Imladris was a hidden and protected realm (and Lothlorien a secured one), the mortal realms of the North were not.

Arwen was always more aware than Luthien of the nature of the world because she watched as her mortal friends and their realms left her far too soon (it was always far too soon).

But the way they differed most was in their knowledge. Arwen could be patient, could respect and abide by her father's wishes because she knew in truth that it was always going to be her choice. No matter what her father desired, the choice-to be Elf or Man, to love or remain-was always hers.

Luthien had no such reassurance.

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Mon, 11 May 2009 06:14:28 GMT

Diana was born with a passion for life, a lover's heart and a warrior's soul. She learned how to use a sword around the time she was taught to write.

She cannot imagine it being any other way. It is unfathomable to her, to think of a world where she cannot fight for her beliefs, cannot fight for her family, her people, her friends and the world she holds so dear.

Such a world would not be one worth living in.

Diana kisses Steve with the same lips that have smirked at opponents; touches him with the same hands that have broken her foes' bones; and laughs with him using the voice that has screamed war cries.

Diana cannot imagine a world where she does not do that, nor does she ever want to.

Earth and Krypton are nothing alike. Their modes of transportation are different, their architecture look nothing alike, their way of dressing, their language, their culture, all of it is different.

Kara cannot, will not, say she likes one more than the other.

Still, she finds herself resenting Kal sometimes because he loves Earth so much and invites her to share that joy when some days, all she wants to do is curl up and weep for her losses.

She browses the science fantasy, the regular fantasy, and the mythological sections in the nearest book stores, trying to find something, anything really, that reminds her of Krypton. But Earth legends and fiction are nothing like what Krypton's were.

But she keeps on looking, exploring the different cultures of Earth, trying to find one that will ease the ache inside of her.

Do you recall my smile? Do you remember my laugh?
Or have all such thoughts of me long since faded?
Did your heart ever keep the touch of my memory?
Your skin, the red of my blood?
Perhaps they did not
Perhaps I was truly forgotten by one and all
But I like to think some memory of me
Echoes in your heart
In your bones
In your blood
And perhaps the wind still recalls my laugh
The earth, the touch of my feet
But I do not know-I do not exist

It's not so much that Sakura falls out of love with Sasuke as it is that the nature of that love changes along with Sakura.

She loved Sasuke when she was young and weak. She loves Sasuke when she is just a little old and a whole lot stronger but she loves Naruto, Kakashi-sensei, her master, her village, her friends and fellow shinobi and her family too. She is more aware of all the different kinds of love and her heart, which has always been big enough and has always loved, is more open to those she holds dear.

Sasuke is no longer her world but she loves him still and is determined to save him. She doesn't want to save him to fulfill a childish dream of love; Sakura wants to save him because she wants her family to be whole again.

Sakura is strong. Sakura is proud. She doesn't need anyone to rescue her; this time, she'll do that herself.

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Mon, 11 May 2009 01:42:50 GMT

Sometimes Dawn's dreams are odd. Most nights, they're normal dreams, dreams like she and Buffy go ice skating and then it starts raining ice cream-normal kind of weird dreams.

Then there are the other nights.

Those nights, she watches stars and realities being born; those nights, the galaxies NASA's satellites take pictures of are formed before her eyes. She sees the stars when they're right; she sees them when they're wrong. She watches as planets are born and she watches too as they die.

She sees the beginning of existence in her dreams. When she wakes, she knows instinctively what the end of it will look like.

In her dreams, Dawn is eternal, endless, formless. In her dreams, Dawn is old.

Lois Lane is mortal.

She knows this and she is aware of it in the same way she is aware that the sky is blue, gravity exists and that she needs air to breath.

In other words, it is just another fact of life.

Lois has never had any particular problems with being human, with being mortal. She's never feared or dreaded death, not even when it took her mother so early on (it's hard to fear something when you accept it as inevitable) but as the years go on and her body begins to show its cares, she starts to regret it, just a little bit.

Lois woke up this morning to find three new grey hairs. Clark still hasn't found one.

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Wed, 29 Apr 2009 23:29:10 GMT

So there's recently been a keruffle (God I love that word) in fandom because of a recent fandomsecret's post (gee. What a shocker). The secret that started this whole thing was one that proclaimed that the op could find no female characters shi liked.

(She'd fit right in in the Supernatural fandom)

(Sorry but my bitterness over that fandom is an ugly, ugly thing)

Now, normally I don't really care about these sorts of things (sadly, one cannot change the opinions of idiots so there's not much of a point of it) and usually it has to be truly stupid beyond reason to get me to comment but another post on this subject caught my eye. It was a list of all the female characters that op liked.

And it got me thinking. Be afraid, be very afraid. :D

So, without further adieu, my favorite female characters.

Arwen Undomiel [LotR]-
Because she gives up immortality for her love, because she is strong without having to wield a sword (and in the movies she does wield a sword and her courage there is lovely) and really. She is the other half of my OTP of OTPs so how can I not love her? *g*

Luthien Tinuviel [Silmarillion]-
Because not only is she the fairest of them all, she is also the strongest and the most powerful of all. She handed both Sauron and Morgoth defeats, she chose to love and give up all for that love and she didn't take flack from anyone. If people got in her way, she walked right through them. And because she is the avatar of Tolkien's wife and that hits me right in my romantic heart.

Eowyn [LotR]-
Because she kicks ass! She rides into battle disguised as a man and slays the Witchking. I like her better in the book (though I mean no disrespect to Miranda Otto who is a lovely, lovely woman) because in the books she is the cold, grave and borderline suicidal so her victory and the happiness she eventually finds always puts a smile on my face, no matte how many times I reread it.

I love pretty much all of Tolkien's women but in the interest of making sure this isn't twenty pages, we're just going to list those three and move on.

Luna Lovegood [HP]-
Because she's crazy. *g* No really. I love her randomness, the way she sees the world, her fashion sense, and the way she can just roll with whatever life throws her way and continue on. No capslock rage for this lady!

Lily Evans Potter [HP]-
Because she loved her son and husband fiercly, because she stood fast in her beliefs and because she chose to fight and defy an insane murderer. Because she proved herself to be a Gryffindor through and through.

Teyla Emmagen [Stargate: Atlantis]-
Because she combined beauty with strength. She was the one of the best fighters and in terms of style, beat even Ronon. She loved her people, her son and her Team fiercely and is willing to kick people off towers if they threaten them. :D My kind of woman indeed. Also, her compassion and smile were a joy to watch. She was the second member of the Atlantis cast that I fell in love with.

Leia Organa Solo [Star Wars]-
Because she is feisty, smart, beautiful and takes shit from no one. Because when I think of kick ass princesses, she is the first one to pop into my mind.

Mara Jade Skywalker [Star Wars]-
Because she also takes shit from nobody (including her own husband) and because she is strong and powerful. She rose above her beginning and is (we're ignoring everything post the New Jedi Order btw) a damn fine warrior. And also because she's a Mama Bear.

I love all the female Straw Hats [One Piece]: Nami because she is spunky, fun and the only one with anything approaching common sense among them and Robin because she is suave, calm and a badass bookworm. And I love both of them because their pasts did not break them and they have proved to be strong because of their pasts, not despite them.

Princess Nefertari Vivi [One Piece]-
Because she is gentle, fierce and willing to risk her life for her people. Because she loves her friends but holds her duty as more important. Because she is not a rebellious princess but is instead everything royalty should be. And because she can fight when she chooses to! :D

Doctor Kureha and Shakky [One Piece]-
Because they are kick ass women of an um elderly age. *g*

Boa Hancock [One Piece]-
Because she is strong, has hidden depths, is a jerk and proud of it, apologizes to no one and because she kicks cute baby animals! XD

Inoue Orihime [Bleach]-
Because she wants to protect the people she loves, because she has such a willingness to love, and because, like Luna, she sees the world in a different way. I also love her because she is not selfish and because she is aware of her failings and tries so hard to do better. She wants to be strong but she is already strong and I also love her because though she might be a little bit broken right now, I have faith that she'll find herself again.

Kuchiki Rukia [Bleach]-
Because she fights, because she is loud, confident and rises above her past. She stands firm in the face of danger and doesn't waiver in defense of her loved ones. And because she doesn't hesitate to knock sense into Ichigo when it's needed. And also 'cause her sword's pretty. XD

Shihoin Yoruichi [Bleach]-
Because she takes shit from no one and is the Goddess of the Flash. Also, she turns into a cat, is confident and sexy and is very gay with Soi Fong.

Kusajishi Yachiru [Bleach]-
Because she is a pink haired Tiny Bruiser who is going to grow up to be utterly terrifying.

Sarugaki Hiyori [Bleach]-
Because she kicks people in the head and/or groin and calls them dickface. Because her relationships with both Shinji and Urahara reveal new sides to them. Because she is rude, crass and damn proud of it.

Kurosaki Masaki [Bleach]-
Because she loved so fiercely, defined her family and because she gave her life to save her son's. A mother's love is a powerful thing.

Haruno Sakura [Naruto]-
Because she might have started off as a hapless twelve year-old fangirl and as the Load, but she realized that and went on to become really fucking awesome. She can shatter boulders with her fist!

Hyuuga Hinata [Naruto]-
Because for all of her shyness and quiet nature, she is still capable of great strength. Because before anyone else noticed Naruto, she did. And because, like Orihime, she is stronger than she thinks she is.

Uzumaki Kushina [Naruto]-
Because while her son may look exactly like his father, she is the parent he takes after most. Because she could smile even after her homeland was destroyed. Because she could love after that. And because she won the heart of the Yondaime which means she had to be beyond awesome. *g*

Integra Hellsing [Hellsing]-
Because she is Sir Integra Hellsing. *g* She's the most badass, hardcore, take-charge woman ever. You can't scare her, you can't stop her and you never want to be her enemy. Because she can and will fuck your shit up. She understands sacrifice and duty and will do anything to fulfill her duty. She's also kinda sarcastic. Oh! And because she smokes. What? It's rare to see a cigarette smoking badass that's a woman and I love Integra because she is.

Mulan [Mulan]-
Because she chose her fate. She chose to fight and triumphed. She rose to greater heights then she ever thought she could and because not only did she save the country, but she also got her man.

Tara McClay [BtVS]-
Because she was an amazing character. She was capable of loving everyone, was calm and had a peaceful influence. Because she had the strength to walk away from the person she loved most when she had to. And because she was willing to forgive and come back.

Dawn Summers [BtVS]-
Because she is normal despite her origins. Because she wanted to fight (and did!) and didn't let Buffy make that choice for her. She matured over the seasons, gaining strength and the ability to intimidate vampires and because, back when Buffy was on the air and I was watching it, she was the one I could relate most to.

Cordelia Chase [AtS]-
Because she is Queen C and she isn't a little 'sniveling cry Buffy' and damn well knows it. Like Dawn, she too matured and really came into her own. Ignoring Season 3 (I loathe that season), I love her because she walks tall, is snarky, doesn't doubt herself and because she loves her family and they love her too.

Kara Zor-El (Supergirl) [DC Comics]-
Because her original counterpart embodies everything a hero should be (go read the scans I posted under the dc tag for more on that); because the post Crisis version of her is a teenager who has gone through a lot but keeps on getting up. Because when I was ten/eleven and was first introduced to her animated counterpart, I wanted to be like her. Because she is my female hero.

Barbara Gordon (Batgirl I/Oracle) [DC Comics]-
Because she never let her tragedy stop her. She flew once, chose to be a costumed hero because she wanted to help and after the Joker paralyzed her, she didn't surrender to despair. Instead, she chose to become Oracle and as Oracle, the whole fucking world respects her and looks to her. And because she doesn't take shit from anyone, not even the goddamn Batman.

Diana Prince (Wonder Woman) [DC Comics]-
Because she began it all. They don't always write her well but when they do, she takes awesome to new levels. The New Frontier version of her inspired all and refused to be a puppet of America and men. But her regular comic counterpart is also dear to me because she is confident, beautiful, able to both love and fight and is everything a Princess and an Amazon should be. And also because she once blinded herself in a fight so she could defeat Medusa.

Lois Lane Kent [DC Comics]-
Because she is awesome. She is the star reporter, is sassy and bold, refuses to back down and will stop at nothing to get her story. And because she is the woman who captured the heart of Superman.

Selina Kyle (Catwoman) [DC Comics]-
Because she is the definitive Cat Burglar. She is sexy, confident and never backs down. Her choices are her own and is both classy and awesome. She is also the only woman who is more than a match for Batman XD

Jean Grey (Phoenix) [Marvel Comics]-
Because she is a god. No, seriously, she is. She is powerful, beautiful and loves fiercely. And she knows that she is powerful and beautiful and doesn't shy away from it. And also because the love she and Scott share is so powerful that there is literally no reality that they are not drawn to one another in some way.

Jubilee Lee [Marvel Comics]-
Because she laughs loudly and never surrenders. She is independent and loud and can give better than she gets in a fight. And even back when she was The Kid, she was as compassionate as she was spunky. And also because she's Daddy's little girl and has knocked him back into sanity several times now.

Mary-Jane Watson Parker [Marvel Comics]-
Because she, like Lois, doesn't need a costume to be awesome. Instead, she is a normal woman, full of fire and passion. She loves her husband and stays by his side and makes him a better person. Marvel is insane for thinking otherwise.

Besty Braddock (Psylocke) [Marvel Comics]-
Because she is yet another confident and sexy woman who can kick ass and take names with the best of them. And because she's a ninja and loves to dance. XD

Rogue [X-Men: Evolution version]-
Because she is awesome. Her powers suck, she knows it, but she doesn't give up. Some days, admittedly, that goes better than others but that's okay too. She's an angsty goth but she's not emo and never will be. She's believable and well-rounded and is yet another kick ass female character. And I also love her because so many people try to mindfuck her but she still won't surrender to despair. And also because she shoved Mystique off a cliff that one time.

Karrin Murphy [The Dresden Files book version]-
Because she is the Lancer and Champion. She's blonde, tiny and can kick your ass in a heartbeat. She's also one hell of a Badass Normal. She knows her strengths and plays to them. She's also the best friend anyone could ever ask for.

Charity Carpenter [The Dresden Files book version]-
Because she is the greatest Mama Bear ever. Seriously, do not fuck with this woman. Because she will kill you with a sledgehammer. And don't ever mess with her kids or she'll storm your castle to get them back. And lastly, because after twelve books and counting, she's still the person who intimidates Harry like no one else.

Mai [Avatar: The Last Airbender]-
Because she is me. XD No, really, I see a lot of myself in Mai, from her apathy to her need to be by herself every once and a while. But I also love her because she chooses love over fear and saves the day, defying everything she'd been taught, really. I also love her because she's going to be one amazing Fire Lady.

Toph [Avatar: The Last Airbender]-
Because she's Toph. Do I actually need to say more than that?

Azula [Avatar: The Last Airbender]-
Because she's a Magnificent Bastard of the first order and is one hell of a Chessmaster and a fighter. She was the toughest threat the Gaang faced and I love the fact that she was allowed to be so terrible. Azula is hardcore man. Totally hardcore.

Donna Noble [Doctor Who]-
Because she was one of the best. Pretty much all of the Doctor's companions are awesome but Donna stands out. She's rude and won't stand for the Doctor being all godlike. She'll knock him down a peg when he needs to be knocked down and she challenges him to be better. I love her because she was exactly the kind of companion the Tenth Doctor needed. But I also love her for her compassion, her character growth and her desire for adventure and life. Oh Donna, you were amazing.

Romana [Doctor Who]-
Because she was just as good as the Doctor; in fact, in many ways, she was better than him. She was strong willed and loyal, an all around beautiful woman who saved the Doctor and loved. She and the Doctor also had really great chemistry and were very obviously lovers.

Ace [Doctor Who]-
Because she beat the crap out of a Dalek with a baseball bat. And she blew up another one with a rocket launcher. And she lugged around explosives. Actually, I think the better question is not how could I love Ace, but instead, how could I not?

I love all the main female characters on Criminal Minds but since there's four of them and my hand is starting to hurt, just know that JJ, Emily, Elle and Garcia are all awesome, competent and made of win. Especially Garcia since she gets to be sexy, flirty and plump.

Lucy Pevensie [Chronicles of Narnia]-
Because she has enough faith to sustain the world. She holds onto her faith even after leaving Narnia and never waivers in her belief. She's fought in battles and has saved Narnia multiple times but she also laughs the brightest and loves everyone.

Avaris [Chronicles of Narnia]-
Because she is stubborn, strong-willed but full of courage and heart. She loves, lives and is as fierce as the desert she was born in. And because out of all of Lewis's female characters, she had the most spunk.

Uhura [Star Trek: The Original Series]-
Because she is more awesome than words can describe.

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Mon, 27 Apr 2009 03:11:06 GMT

Naruto fic this time!

Title: All the Things We Cannot Deny

Summary: It ends like this: your son will not know your name {Kushina fic}

Warning: Second Person POV.

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It ends like this: your son will not know your name. But it did not begin like this.

Well, that is not entirely true.

There is a certain similarity in the beginning and ending of your life. You begin in blood, pain and destruction, marking the start of something new and you end it the same; you are surrounded by blood, fire and destruction as you die and you give your last breathes to ensure the start of something new.

The happiest you ever were was in the middle of your not so very long life (you are dying, screaming and you are only twenty-two). Its a bit funny, that you were so happy then, because you were fighting a war in the name of your new home and pretty much everyone around you was dying (everyone around you is always dying) but you were still so very happy.

His kisses tasted like sunshine.

(Well, not really. But that was always what you thought they tasted like)

You would have liked to have known your son, to have been able to convey the joy he and his father brought you but you will never do so.

And oh how that hurts, makes you ache somewhere deep inside you (though that ache could just be because you are bleeding to death in a hospital bed).

You scream as your son enters the world and you begin to leave it, not wholly because of the pain, but also as rage against this. This leaving. This dying.

As you die, you can only hope that someone eventually remembers to tell your son your name.

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Fri, 24 Apr 2009 21:17:40 GMT

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Title: thirty things about Godric Gryffindor that may or may not be true

Summary: The Sorting Hat could have told them the truth but it found the legends about Godric funny. And, besides, no one ever asked

Rating: T

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He grew up in a desert, in stifling heat and crushing chill, and in sand and wind. The desert and Constantinople were the homes of his childhood; familiar to him as his hands and loved by him for that reason. They were a part of him, engraved and etched forever in his soul, and he loved them because of that.

He wandered into the desert and the world when he was young, however; wanderlust driving him out of the city and its familiar streets, the only world he had ever really known at that point, and he never regretted it, per say. He never regretted his lust for more, his need to see more, his need to know more but he loved the desert.

And though he came to love Briton and her rain and hills and forests, when the snow came, covering all in white and a deep coldness, Godric missed the desert.

He knew how to fight with fire, extending it, controlling it to the point that it practically became an extension of himself; he knew how to fight with swords and daggers (he was known to be an exceptional swordsman in his life); and he fought with his hands, striking quickly and with a great strength behind him but he also fought dirty.

There wasn’t a trick that was known to man (and a few that weren’t until he came along) that he didn’t use.

The legends don’t mention the last part. Godric, if he knew, would be quite disappointed.

Godric became famous for his fire spells, for the way he could manipulate flames and the way he could turn fire into the deadliest of weapons.

What no one ever knew was how he learned to manipulate fire so well.

(It was cold in the desert, during the night. A small fire built on sticks was hardly enough and he would sit for hours, concentrating, as he tried to make the small sparks of warmth last longer)

Godric met Helga when he was seventeen. They were each other’s first friends.

(They didn’t mention that to anyone else, not even to each other)

The history books don’t say that Godric loved dangerous creatures, that he loved to explore or that he once went gambling with seers.

(He cheated and won the game. In revenge, the seers pointed him and the other Founders in the direction of an old, abandoned Roman fort-a fort which would one day become Hogwarts, the most famous of schools)

Godric was very very good at cheating. It was a skill he picked up from a young thief lord he befriended in the streets of Constantinople

He fell in love with the ocean the first time he saw it. The endless blue, stretching across his vision, awed him into speechlessness. He had never seen so much water before in his life and so he took off his boots and socks and stood on the shore, letting the waves lap at him gently.

He stayed there for hours, lost in the motion of the waves, in the feel of the water and the sound, in the smell of the ocean, in everything.

He honestly would have been content to have stayed on that beach for the rest of his life

The first thing he noticed about Helga was her smile and the quiet strength it spoke of.

The first thing he noticed about Rowena was her voice; her voice was smooth and cultured and she spoke of puzzles and knowledge beyond Godric’s ken with it.

But the first thing he noticed about Salazar were his eyes, a dignified cool grey that looked as fine as silver in the early pre-dawn hours and as dark as the darkest of grey in the deep of the night.

Salazar’s eyes enchanted Godric right from the beginning and until the very end.

Godric met Salazar during a four month sojourn in one of England’s many moors. Godric had caught wind of a fearsome creature terrorizing the moor and, of course, set out to discover it.

Salazar had also heard rumors and, for reasons the Prince never went into, arrived three months after Godric, intent on also finding the creature. Instead, he found a blond moron who had already found and befriended the hellhound.

(Godric would admit, if pressed, that yes, it was his fault that their first meeting was not all that great but he would then claim that no one could blame him. Salazar had been just far too fun to tease)

Helga and Godric traveled together for years but also went their separate ways, from time to time. Helga would remain in dreary villages- always magical ones because they were both more liberated into their views of women but also because they would not burn her at the stake if something bad happened while she was staying there- attempting to better the lives of the villagers when she could. Whether it was through her talents in healing or potion brewing or agricultural knowledge just depended on the village.

Godric, on the other hand, would drift away with the wind, chasing after whatever rumor of adventure which had caught his attention now.

Helga met up with Rowena during the same time period of Godric meeting up with Salazar. The ensuring reunion/introduction was interesting.

(Salazar and Rowena were childhood friends; Helga, when she learned of this, smiled and said that the Four’s meeting was fate)

During the first meeting of all Four of them, the ensuring events occurred: Salazar insulted Helga; Godric accidentally implied that Rowena had all the sexual appeal of a goblin (he had, in fact, been implying nothing of the sorts; Rowena never believed him, not even twenty years later); Rowena turned Godric’s hair into snakes; Helga slapped Salazar; Rowena slapped Salazar; Salazar turned Rowena blue; and Godric shoved Salazar into a lake.

This all happened in the span of thirty minutes.

(They never ever spoke of it again. If anyone asked, their first meeting consisted of them talking like rational adults)

Rowena taught him how to read and write in Greek, Egyptian, and Sumerian and also improved his skills in Latin. He didn’t need her teachings to bespell a crowd (for even when his speech was rough and plain, the force of Godric’s personality drew all eyes to him) but the lines he spoke that history recalls are the products of her teachings.

(Coincidentally, this is the reason why the Wizarding World believes Godric was raised in a palace on the moor and that he was the most sophisticated of men. This is also why they would be scandalized to learn that Godric swore frequently and colorfully, that his favorite drink was mead, and that he once challenged a giant to a drinking contest)

(The Sorting Hat could enlighten them about the truth but it doesn’t. It thinks the legends about Godric are funny. Besides, no one ever asks so it says nothing at all)

He loved Helga without reservation and without any hesitation.

But sometimes he wondered if she would have been happier if they had never met.

Salazar annoyed and vexed Godric like no one else could; he also made Godric happy in a way no one else could.

Helga was always fond of saying that Salazar was the only one who could break Godric’s heart. Ruefully, Godric agreed with her.

He found Salazar speaking Parsletongue more erotic than he probably should have.

Hogwarts was one of the best things that ever happened to him. Building Hogwarts gave him a deep sense of satisfaction and he fell in love with teaching during his very first class.

He took great pride in his Gryffindors, though not as great as Salazar did in his Slytherins. But while Salazar’s Slytherins returned Salazar’s quite, consuming pride with a fierce and deep pride of their own, Godric showered his children with love and they whole heartedly returned that love.

Salazar never bothered to hide his arrogance and disdaining nature, the disgust he felt for those who had no magic or his passion for the Dark Arts and his willingness to use what he had learned on others.

Godric loved him anyway.

It just wasn’t enough. No calm can last forever.

The quarrel was bitter and painful. Salazar left after he and Godric drew each other’s blood (well, actually, they drew more than just a couple drops of blood. Both of them had deep and shallow cuts and multiple bruises. Godric also had a shattered knee and a punctured lung and Salazar was bleeding heavily from a shoulder wound and had multiple first degree burns). He never looked back and Godric was left kneeling in the mud as blood pooled around him, staring at the departing back of his best friend.

It was raining that night.

Rowena left next, drawn away from Hogwarts and its shadows, the memories of a failed friendship and a thousand other failures choking her, to Egypt, a place which was bright and beautiful and full of new magic and knowledge.

Godric would have been more devastated by this but his heart was already shattered by Salazar’s leaving and he couldn’t summon up more than a weary acceptance.

(Helga, however, more than made up for Godric’s lack of feelings on the matter of Rowena’s departure)

After Salazar and Rowena left, Helga became obsessed with thinking back, searching her memory for that one moment that hindsight could point to and say, ‘Here. Here is when everything began to change’.

Godric, on the other hand, found this practice to be far too morbid and depressing and so refused to indulge Helga in this; often, he would leave the room when she started upon this. In his view, to search his memory so, asking himself ‘Is this the moment when Rowena stopped believing? Is this when Salazar began to hate me?’ would be to forever tarnish the only things he had left.

For, after all, his memories of them were the only things Rowena and Salazar left behind upon their departures.

They heard rumors of Awiergan and his army for a full year before he attacked and toppled the magical kingdom of Briton, destroying the royal line-one of the oldest lines in the entire magical world. It was a line that, coincidentally, both he and Salazar were descended from

(It is this fact that damns Salazar further, causing him to be remembered in history as a monstrous man to all but his Slytherins—the only ones left who remember that Awiergan and Salazar were, in fact, two separate people)

(His Slytherins do nothing to ensure that historians become interested in discovering the truth. And so history is lost and distorted into false legends and myths and the Founders are never accurately remembered)

In less than six months from the day of Awiergan’s first attack on British soil (he had already laid waste to several other countries, leaving a trail of destruction behind him, but he paid no mind to those countries. He wasn’t interested in them; they were just in his way), Hogwarts is the only structure of significant size and strength left in magical Briton that could be considered a threat to Awiergan.

It does not take him long to realize this. Nor does he take long in setting out to right this.

He never believed in any deity, and especially not in the Almighty God whose church rejected his mother when she revealed a talent for magic, but the night before he challenged Awiergan and won, he prayed, kneeling before his sword, hands tightly grasping the hilt and his sword upheld him.

He prayed for hope, for salvation, for victory and for a chance to speak with Rowena and Salazar again.

The walk to where Awiergan awaited him was long and the night air chilled him. Awiergan’s army formed a path for him, two lines of snarling, jeering murderers and monsters, and he walked between them, head held high. They closed the way behind him, circling him, and their laughs echoed loudly in the night. Their torches were the only light, for heavy storm clouds had hidden away the stars and the moon that night.

They wrote poems, songs and papers on that last walk, many of which debated the matter of whether or not he had been afraid.

This is the only time that those who idealized him, who shouted how he was more courageous and noble and wonderful than anyone else who had ever lived, were correct: Godric Gryffindor was not afraid that night.

By the time he took that first step, Hogwarts’s heavy doors closing behind him, he had mastered himself and left such emotions behind.

He died in Helga’s arms, just as the sun was rising. The blood stained her hands and dress and the ground was soaked with it.

A part of him, as he lay dying in her arms, took consolation in the fact that Awiergan had died first.

The last thing Godric Gryffindor ever saw was Helga Hufflepuff’s tear stricken face.

He couldn’t say anything to comfort her (he was choking on his blood) but, as the world grew dark and he wished Salazar and Rowena were there too (it wasn’t suppose to end like this), this is what he wishes he could have said: If I could have given you another ending, my friend, I would have.

But he couldn’t so he smiled at her instead.

(That smile broke something inside of Helga and it haunted her for the rest of her life)

There was no one else in the world that Godric loved more than Salazar.

(The problem was that Salazar didn’t feel the same)