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"Are you sure about this Rowena?" Salazar asked, bottle green eyes furrowed in doubt. He and the rest of the Hogwarts founders were currently standing in the middle of complicated runes, wearing some of their more formal wear.
Salazar was currently dressed in some of his finest green robes, his silver hair tied back into a braided bun and his reading glasses discarded to the side. Bright green charcoal was painted on his face, three lines down the middle of his forehead.
Helga wore some complicated set of yellow robes with silver lining, her auburn hair flowing widley down her back with her sapphire blue eyes smudged with black charcoal.
Rowena had on a beautiful blue dress with fancy purple robes thrown on top, her wavy hair braided down her back with purple colored charcoal smeared across her face.
And finally Godric was wearing a pair of deep red robes that were lined in gold. His unruly red hair was slicked down and what looked like blood was splashed on his face.
His icy blue eyes were layered in warmth and childishment.
Rowena huffed, her arms coming to cross her chest with barely concealed disdain. "Do you have no trust in me at all Salazar Slytherin."
Salazar's hands flew up in a placating gesture, drawing snickers from Godric. "No! No! It's just that... this is really complicated and dangerous-"
"With a little sprinkle of power." Godric cut in, a smirk lined across his handsome face.
Salazar lightly slapped Godric's arm before turning back to Rowena. "Like I was saying, it's a very hard spell to complete."
"Oh, come off it Sal. Rowena is the smartest of us all, of course she can do it." Helga exclaimed.
Rowena sent a thankful smile towards her friend before turning back towards Salazar. "If you don't want to do it, then I'm not stopping you."
Before Salazar could respond Godric chriped, "He suggested the spell! Of course he wants to do it."
"Well... I don't know, this charcoal feels horrible against my skin." Salazar whined. His hand waved at his forehead like that solved all the world's problems.
Godric blankly stared at him. "Love, you're not the one with Hippogriff blood covering your face."
The rest of the founders winced, eyes immediately going towards Godric's face, which was coated in blood. Rowena had to ask permission from the magic gods to get the blood while Salazar was the one who hunted it.
In the end, Godric was the only one who had been knee deep in bloody bodies because of the wars he fought in, so they all decided he was the one to have it on their face. Plus, it was the color red.
"Anyway." Helga yelled. "Let's get this over with."
The four founders clasped hands, bowing their heads as they chanted the sacred words. As the spell went on the candlelight flickered as wind blew through the darkened room. When the founders were almost done, Salazar had a brief thought of how they were going to find each other, when everything went cold and dark.
HGHGHGHGHGHGHGHGH
Hermione Granger jerked in her sleep, rolling out of bed.
While her parents heard the thump of a body hitting the floor, the 10 year old girl's brain was short circuiting with all this new information bombarding her memories.
Hermione Granger, 10 year old Brightest Witch of Her Age blinked.
And Rowena Ravenclaw smiled.
When Hermione Granger walked up to the sorting hat, thoughts rushing widley on the years ahead, the hat cried, "RAVENCLAW!"
HPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHP
Bottle green eyes whipped open, a mouth parted in a silent scream.
Harry sat up quickly, his little body fitting snugly in the cupboard under the stairs. Almost immediately his arms reached out as another pair of memories merged with his own.
Harry Potter, a 10 year old, the Boy-Who-Lived, blinked.
And Salazar Slytherin smirked.
A year later when Harry Potter strutted up to the sorting hat, a devious smile was placed on his lips when the hat yelled, "SLYTHERIN!"
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When Ronald Weasley suddenly woke up it was because of screaming. It took him a while to figure out that it was actuallyhimscreaming and why he was doing it.
Before he could stop new evocations pounded into his skull painfully, war impressions echoed in his head with new perceptions being nailed into his brain. It hurt so much he couldn't stop yelling out painfully.
Ronald Weasley, 10 years old, sixth son of the Weasley clan blinked.
And Godric Gryffindor simpered.
When Ron Weasley was lined up to sit down on the stool, an arrogant smirk placed on his lips when the hall was ruptured silent by Harry's sorting, the hat said with utter certainty, "GRYFFINDOR!"
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A little girl, barely 9 years old, woke up to a scream.
She sat up quickly, but before she could come to her brother's aid; new manners, thoughts and memories slammed her in the face.
Ginny Weasley, 9 years old, the first girl in the Weasley line in ages blinked.
And Helga Hufflepuff beamed.
Two years later, after her other founder's antics at Hogwarts, the Weasley girl made her way to her beloved hat and it howled, "HUFFLEPUFF!"
