《[HP]Enemies》Patronous

2、Chapter1 A stranger from the Forbidden Forest Ron:S

　　“Madam Pomfrey！” A shrill shout came into the hospital wing through its wooden door. Hermione Granger rushed in hastily, with obvious panic on her face. Behind her, two boys, carrying a strange young man, limped to a bed nearby and put the young man on it.
　　“Merlin...What happened on him” Madam Pomfrey noticed blood flowing from his head constantly, “You three...Quickly make him face up！”
　　Madam Pomfrey dressed the wound swiftly with a solemn expression.
　　“He is in bad condition. His head is bleeding, and some of the bones are fractured. ” She glimpsed of Draco Malfoy, who was even paler than usual, standing beside the door and tried to kept distance from others, “Did you called any professors”
　　“Yes, Hagrid has gone to call others.” Hermione replied slightly.
　　Malfoy finally got over and became to grumble resentfully.
　　“If my father knew this...”
　　“Malfoy, couldn’t you just shut up and stop talking about YOUR FATHER” The end of Harry’s forbearance was eventually reached. He turned around and glared at Malfoy, which made the latter showed a childish and elated smile.
　　“Are you jealous of...” Malfoy stopped at once when Dumbledore’s voice suddenly sounded.
　　“Good evening.”
　　“There you are, Albus.” Madam Pomfrey looked up, and then went on searching for potions in front of the cupboard. “I could never understand why wizards are always keen on putting themselves into fatal situations...” She then gave Harry a look, just like that he was the real one who should be blamed.
　　“Oh, don’t be so strict, Bobby,” Dumbledore just smiled, “Everyone likes having unusual fun, don’t they？-Mr. Malfoy,you are allowed to leave now if you aren’t interested in lengthy dialogue.”
　　“Albus！” Protested Madam Pomfrey, “Couldn’t you give this poor young man some time to relax？”
　　“Thank you, madam.” A weak but articulate voice came from behind, “But I think I don’t need any rest now.”
　　Harry quickly turned back, and found that the young man was smiling gently at Madam Pomfrey.
　　“Merlin...” Pomfrey sighed, “There are always teenagers who think that not cherishing their lives is such an honour.-All right,you have thirty minutes for your conversation.”
　　The stranger, who had dazzling fair hair, shows a little embarrassed, for he obviously had been out of the teenage for some years.
　　“I bet you a sickle he is a Gryffindor.” Ron whispered to Harry.
　　“Then you might be disappointed because I’m a Slytherin.” When he saw Ron’s expression, he added, “-Just joking,you know. Seriously, I’m a REAL Gryffindor.”
　　“Then what’s your name？” Hermione asked him.
　　This time Harry saw a sly grin from his face.
　　“I could tell you”, he said, “But I couldn’t make sure that you would believe it.”
　　“My name is Godric Gryffindor.”
　　“...What？”
　　“Are you joking？！”
　　Harry and Ron phonated simultaneously.
　　“You’ve just said your surname is...Gryffindor？ Didn’t I mishear you？” Harry repeated.
　　“This is not the point, Harry！” Ron seemed agitated, “Don’t you know that Godric Gryffindor is......”
　　“The name of Gryffindor’s founder,yes.” Hermione interrupted him.
　　“But how is it possible？” Harry glanced at Dumbledore, who was still listening calmly and earnestly, “I mean, at least I know that the founder of Gryffindor has been dead for nearly a thousand years!”
　　“941 years, accurately.” Hermione told him.
　　The young blonde man seemed a little happier. “An excellent memory！ I wish I had the right to give 1 point to Gryffindor...”
　　The three kids were all puzzled. Harry turned to Dumbledore for answers. “Professor, is he really...err...”
　　“Yes, I’m afraid what he said can be trusted.”
　　It seemed that Hermione was almost crazy about it, she ran closer to Gryffindor excitedly: “Well, so is everything in the textbook true？ Were you really born in Godric’s Hollow？ And... Oh my god, I’m sorry, I just...so excited...”
　　“Yeah, of course. Such a living history is lying in front of her now.” Ron said to Harry in a low voice.
　　“Well, Mr. Gryffindor...”
　　“Call me Godric.”
　　“All right, Godric, so why are you...um...back？” Harry chose a milder phrasing at last.
　　Godric looked upset about this question. He moved a little tried to change himself into a more comfortable posture, but then gave a hiss because of his aching wound.
　　“Well, it’s really not good news...”
　　“I come back because Salazar was able to revive... by certain means.”
　　“Who is Salazar？” Harry asked.
　　“Salazar Slytherin.” Ron replied darkly.
　　Harry was dumb-founded. Even Dumbledore’s sight became serious.
　　“But...you were close friends-according to the textbook, weren’t you？” Hermione asked him carefully, with a little hope.
　　“We were. But he was intended to kill me just a few moments ago.” Noticing Ron’s sight staying at his head, he smiled again, “Oh, not in this way. This owes to myself.”
　　Godric looked around and tilted his head. “Come on, why not introduce yourselves？”
　　Harry didn’t think that he gave them the chance to do so-of course, he wisely chose not to speak it out.
　　“I think we should take time to figure out what happened, because we are only given thirty minutes, aren’t we？” After their introduction, Hermione said eagerly.
　　Harry swore that he saw Godric’s smile faded at that time.
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　　“You are the one who made me revive.” Salazar looked the ugly face on the back side of Quirrell’s head in the eye calmly, as if he had already foreseen everything.
　　And before the hideous face could say anything, another figure appeared. That was a blond youth, half kneeling on the ground, who was obviously injured.
　　“Seems to be an accident-or not.” Salazar said in a soft voice, with inconsistened inexorability on his face.
　　He overlooked the person behind him, who might not be regarded as human, turned around and walked straight toward the youth.
　　“Godric. How very surprising to see you.” He leaned down, staring at the blue eyes and said quietly. “I found myself still couldn’t understand you though hundreds of years have passed. As far as I know,you shouldn’t have got the right of following me.”
　　He still didn’t receive Godric’s answer.
　　“Just...back to the place you should have been in.”
　　“Avada Kedavra.” He aimed his wand to Godric, but the latter sidestepped quickly, took out his own wand.
　　“Oh you lunatic,” Godric gasped, “I really wonder how huge your desire of killing is.–I don’t think the hatred between us is so great.”
　　Salazar looked at him, raising his eyebrow.
　　“Still have the ability to joke？”
　　Countless spells appeared between them, and soon Salazar had the upper hand. Just before he could knock Godric down, he heard someone screaming from a distance.
　　“Someone is coming.” Godric casted another spell laboriously, “You don’t really want to kill me in the school we built together-especially in front of the students, do you？”
　　“Leave here.” He said to Voldemort, which sounded more like an order.
　　“Hey, before you leave, couldn’t you first tell me what the hooded creature is？” Godric yelled from his back, and then coughed violently, leaning against the tree next to him.
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　　“Sounds terrible.” Ron concluded, “You really haven’t cuckolded him？...Sorry, professor.”