Chapter 1
Ophelia zemira callidus was very small for a lady of her time, standing about 5,3 she had a head of midnight black, wild curls, contrasting with her pale complexion that made her look like a porcelain doll, full red lips that curled up in an alluring smile. Piecing avada kedavra green eyes that in there depths you could find proof of her long existence and great knowledge. Indeed she was the first vampire and she had lived for a very long time
She got up from the stool of which she was sitting on and looked towards the castle her young friends had crafted, well maybe not young as she could see the signs of age upon there wrinkled faces, however powerful they may be.
She walked up the grounds, admiring the grand castle and moving towards with a fond smile. The door opened for her as she walked through the entrance hall up the moving staircase to the 7th floor. She came across a stone gargoyle, which moved without her having to utter a word. Hesitating for a split second she pushed open the grand door and she almost broke at the sight of her most recent family.
“Phelia” one man exlamed with green eyes that unlike cold and icy look that that infected hers that told unimaginable tales and insufferable grief; held warmth and kindness but with no less calculating. He had brilliant red hair that grows like a mane around his untameable beard he was dressed in goblin made gold armour and carried a longsword filled with jewels. His red cloak was lined with gold silk embroidered in the shape of lions. His name was Godric of Griffindor .
“Hello darling” the other man drawled. In contrast to his fiends stocky build he was slender and very tall with black hair and that fell straight to his mid back and pulled into a sliver strap. Cool gray eyes that held a well of cunning. His robes where of emerald and has a sliver lining, to a trained eye like hers she could spot at least 4 daggers strapped to his person. His name was Salazar of Slytherin.
In a familial gesture the dark haired man had his arm wrapped around a woman no less impressive. Her inky black hair was pulled away from her face and into an intricate braiding patten. Her dark black skin contrasted with her bright blue eyes that held a great deal of knowledge. On top of her gown of blue and bronze was a silver bow and matching arrows. Her name was Rowena of Ravenclaw.
To her left was a petite woman with a soft and walm kind of beauty. She had long curled blond hair that was left to fall down her back matching her hazelnut eyes. She was dressed in a gown of black with spring yellow flowers. Like her friend she preferred daggers and had a set of silver daggers strapped to her person. Her name was Helga of Hufflepuf.
They all however different they may look had a sad look to there face. They know this day would come eventually.
“You have to leave” the dark haired man inquired softly
“ I do” I respond
Getting a serious look on all of the founders faces, they shared a look as Salazar spoke.
“We have discussed the possibly it the future headmasters disregarding the rules we will leave and not regenerating the wards properly. We know you have a coven and a school to run, but could you if the schools still stands could you come every millennium and spend a decade teaching and help put out school back to how it should be.
“I would be honoured” and she would. Too be trusted, even by her close friends to help their school, however sad she feels about leaving she’s thankful she will be able to reconnect with the castle in the future.
“Well if I’m still alive” she quickly added.
“As if anyone could kill you love” Salazar lazily exclaimed.
“Right well moving on, I’ve left a copy of my whole library and a portal for me to add to it where your portrait will be Salazar. Fortunately I’ve added a ward where only people worthy will be able to see it.”
It was quite amusing to watch the most powerful witches and wizards of the age light up like a Yule tree at the thought of her library.
“And yes even if it is in Salazar’s part of the castle you will all be able to visit it as well as students from different houses. But we’ll I do love Salazar common room the best.” she added in quickly.
Suddenly it seeped as if the happiness was sucked out of everyone at once, reminding themselves again they would never see her again at least when there alive.
“Well” she spoke fighting of tears.
Despite how they act in front of everyone else calm collected poised, they pounced on her like cats nearly toppling her over.
“I guess this is goodbye, I’ll see you’ll in 1945.”
They all said goodbye as Ophelia zemera Callidus apparated out of Hogwarts for the last time in 1000 years.