CHARACTERS (Founders era):

Godric Griffiths (Gryffindor) : Chris Hemsworth

Salazar Sullivan (Slytherin) : Richard Armitage

Rowena Rafferty (Ravenclaw) : Katie McGrath

Helga Hughes (Hufflepuff) : Tamsin Egerton

CHARACTERS (Golden Trio era):

Harry Potter : Jonny Lee Miller

Draco Malfoy : Jude Law

Ron Weasley : Damian Lewis

Hermione Granger : Rachel Weisz

Ginny Weasley : Isla Fisher

Astoria Greengrass : Marion Cotillard

CHARACTERS (Next Generation era + OC):

Teddy Lupin : Lee Pace

Neil Collins : Henry Cavill

Albus Potter : Aaron Taylor-Johnson

Lynne Collins: Jennifer Lawrence

Scorpius Malfoy : Alex Pettyfer

Victoire Weasley : Natalie Dormer

NOTES: The story is set thirty-two after the War.

DISCLAIMER: I would love to own the Potter series though…

"How could you do that? How could you?"

"I did it for us! For the whole wizarding world!"

"But, it doesn't mean it's right! You killed all those people."

"They killed him. And you know they would kill more. You have trust me."

"I can't. I'm sorry, my friend."

"No, don't do this."

Godric Griffiths woke up abruptly from the dream he had. In his dream, he was dressed in a very weird-looking garment, sparks flying out from the fingers of his right hand while his left held a sword. His best friend Salazar Sullivan was there too, also sending sparks at him. They both angrily yelled accusatory words at each other, the whole time striking each other with stream of light that gleamed dangerously. There one a bright green bolt coming at him, flying from Salazar's fingers, and before it could hit him, Godric was jerked awake because the plane had landed. He blinked his eyes a couple of times to clear the sleepiness and shrugged the dream away, even if he knew there was something about it. He had been having funny dreams since he was old enough to acknowledge them – dreams of him and Salazar. As years passed, and they grew older, their counterpart also grew older in his dream. Many times Godric wanted to ask Salazar whether he ever had the same dream or not, but never did he have the guts to do so. It was funny how a high-ranking major in the army like himself, respected by many others, could be so afraid of asking his best friend about something as trivial as a dream. Then again, Salazar was the most intelligent human being Godric had ever known. No doubt the notorious lawyer would laugh in his face if Godric told him about the dream.

After he had picked up his bags and changed into civillian clothes, Godric quickly headed to the private parking lot, where Salazar had been waiting for him, thanks to the private pass Godric gave him as major. The handsome lawyer waved his hand when he saw the sight of the young major approaching him, a small grin playing on his lips. Salazar was the best lawyer England had ever had, and the cases he dealt with was often regarding national security and other important issues. His beloved Porsche was as sleek as the last time Godcric saw it several months ago, the glossy-black reflected the sun above them. The lawyer himself was looking as dapper as he always was, wearing a white-suit with matching pants. A black aviator was sitting on the crook of his nose before he took it off and tucked it in his suit-pocket. Salazar's grin was contagious and soon enough, Godric was grinning from ear-to-ear as he quickened his pace toward his old friend.

"Thanks for picking me up. Again," Godric said as he hugged Salazar in the typical manly way guys always did.

"I told you I'll always be there for you, right?" Salazar said, flashing his pearly white teeth when he grinned broadly. "So you can bet that I'll be picking you up all the bloody time. Glad you make it back safely, by the way."

"It's good to be back. Don't get this wrong, but I actually missed your ugly face, mate."

The older man laughed as he beckoned Godric to get inside the car. "I always know you can't resist me, love. Now, come on; let's get you back home so we can spend the next few days drunk as hell."

Chuckling as he took the passenger seat on the other side of the car, Godric obliged and got into the the car. As the car began to make its exit out of the airport, the major couldn't help but to think of the years he and Salazar had been friends. The lawyer was Godric's best friend for as long as he could remember. The both of them had been together since their days in the orphanage, when Godric was only a few months old while Salazar was already six years old. No one really knew the details about their history before they got to the orphanage. But according to their care-takers, one day during a huge thunderstorm, the door to the orphanage was knocked and the sound of a young boy pleading to get in was heard. Madam Crowe, the senior care-taker, was the one who opened the door and found six year old Salazar holding the little bundle of blanket that was wrapped around baby Godric. When asked about their parents, the older boy could only give the old woman his name and the name of the baby in his arms. It could be said that kind and gentle Madam Crowe fell in love with the two boys and practically adopted them as her own, despite not having the legal documents. And ever since then, the two boys and the lady became somewhat a family of three, among the five staffs and twenty kids that also resided in the orphanage.

Despite the rather huge age gap between the two of them, Godric and Salazar were inseparable. Even with other kids clamoring for their attention, kids who were much closer to their respective age, they preferred each other's company. In a way, they became brothers, even if they weren't related and were as different as you could get. Godric liked to think that they became really close because they came to the orphanage together, which probably set a bond or something between the both of them. But every time Godric looked at Salazar, a flash of dream came into his mind, and a sense of familiarity hit him hard. It felt like de javu, and the older he got, the more frequent those dreams came to him. Godric always tried to ignore them though, because he felt like it wasn't important at all. Salazar was his best friend – his brother. They had been together for as long as he could remember. It was always, and would always be, the both of them against the world. So, Godric figured that nothing, especially not some foolish dreams, could ever change that.

Being much older, Salazar always tried to look after Godric. Even though sometimes it annoyed the younger man, especially when he was growing up and going through the rough stages of teenage-hood, he couldn't help but like the attention. They were brothers, and brothers were supposed to stick together through everything, always protecting and supporting each other. Even after years later, when they were finally old enough to leave the orphanage, Salazar was still looking after Godric as if he was still the infant the six-year-old brought in the midst of rain to the orphange. When Godric graduated out of high school, Salazar was there sitting on the front seat, and the man clapped the loudest for him, even if he had tons of work to do due for the next day. When Godric went for his first deployment, Salazar looked really proud at him as he waved his hand goodbye, though when the lawyer thought no one was looking, Godric saw a flash of sadness flickering in tose silver eyes of his. For thirty three years he had known his best friend, and the whole time he had thousands of weird dreams of him and Salazar. Godric had no idea what they meant, but he would always thank anything in charge of his life for Salazar's presence.

While he chose to join the army, Salazar chose to be a lawyer. Ever since they were only kids, the man always had a way with words. He always talked himself out of any kinds of trouble he got into, and with the help of his devilish good-looks, he always suceeded. Salazar was only twenty-four when he first got his big-break as a lawyer, managing a case of forgery between two of England's biggest private companies. It was before his first deployment, so Godric could still follow what was happening rather easily. In the court-room, Salazar was ruthless. He had always been the smartest person Godric had ever met, and it proved to be a huge help when he was calmly but firmly affected the judge and jury with his words. When he was countered by the other lawyer, Salazar's composure never changed, his ever-present smirk didn't waver one bit. It was like he always knew that he was always going to win. Godric would never say it in his face, lest Salazar would tease him about it, but he was admired the older man.

"Hello!" Salazar's cheerful voice snapped Godric back to the present. With one hand on the steering-wheel, the lawyer pressed a finger with his free hand to the button on the earpiece he had in his left ear. "How are you, love? That is so good to hear… What? Me? Well, I just picked up my brother. Yep, the army bloke I always talked about. So, why did you call…?" Salazar was silent for almost three minutes as he manouvered his car to take the road that was the opposite way from his bachelor-pad. The whole time, Godric was wondering who was on the phone.

Girlfriend, perhaps? But as soon as the thought crossed his mind, Godric dismissed it. He knew he'd been gone for ten months, but he didn't think he'd miss that much.

"He did what?" Salazar grumbled rather loudly. Gone all the smiles and teasing-manner, replaced by an inhuman angry look on his face that Godric only seen once back when he was only ten.

When the older boys in the orphanage teased him for tailing after Salazar like a lost puppy, to which he reacted rather badly as he was the one who delivered the first punch. Still though, he ended up beaten into a pulp. He remembered that day when he hid in his room, afraid that he would make things worse if Salazar was to find out how he was treated by the older kids. True, when Salazar found out, he was ballistic. It was the first and only time he'd seen Salazar angry.

(That, and all those times he saw the both of them in the dreams, fighting to death.)

"I thought I warned you about – alright, alright! I'm shutting up now. I'm already on my way to Elaine's. Meet you there, okay? Bye."

"Your girlfriend?" Godric asked once Salazar hung up the call. His questions seemed to catch the lawyer off his guard.

"What? Oh, no, no no. Rowena's more like a sister to me, really. We met around the night you left. I uh… I kind of saved her from getting harassed by some horny arseholes in this pub near my building. Turns out she works just a couple floors below mine. We just hit it off ever since."

"Really? You saved the girl from getting a bunch of pricks and then you two just…hit it off?" Godric said incredulous, genuinely surprised. This brought a scowl to Salazar's face.

"Now, you're being plain mean, mate. It's like I'm a total cock this whole time."

"I didn't mean it that. It's just… It's you. You rarely did something heroic like that. Like, the Salazar I knew would call the police instead."

Salazar didn't give a respond for quite sometime, going all silent. There was a weird look on his face as he concentrate on the road. It was awhile later when he finaly talked again. "I know what you meant, yeah. And to be honest, I never knew why I did that. Hell, I didn't even know why I decided to go to that pub that night. I mean, you know I always prefer spending my night in my penthouse, right? But that day, my feet sort of dragged me there on their own. And when I saw those idiots bothering her, I just… I don't know. I felt like I had to help her, you get what I mean, kid?"

"Yeah," Godric said slowly.

Because he so totally got it. It was the same thing after all when it came to him and Salazar.

"You don't mind if we take a detour, right? Rowena is CEO of this prestigious tech-company. Her boss though, he's a huge pain the arse. A sexist idiot too, and he hates the fact that Ro can easily takes over his position. So, the filth is trying all his best to get Ro fired by blaming this huge company failure on her when she's got nothing to do with it."

"What a dick," Godric commented. Salazar nodded enthusiastically in agreement.

"It is. I mean, we're living in modern times now. How in the world could he be that stupid, honestly." Steering the wheel to the left, the car entered this restaurant called Elaine's. Parking his car right in front of the entrance, Salazar then turned off his engine. Before he exited the car, he said, "I'm sorry about the inconvenience, mate. I promise, we'll drink ourselves stupid once we get to my penthouse."

Godric gave a reassuring smile as he too followed his best friend out of the car and into the restaurant. "It's no problem, really. Besides, I could use a some home-made orange juice that isn't standard military-issue."

Both men shared a laugh before they entered the restaurant. He was struck by how homey everythin about the place felt. The moment he entered the premise, the strong smell of food invaded his senses in a pleasant way. The whole room felt warm and everywhere looked seemed comfortable. The restaurant must be new because ten months prior, Salazar would take him to the pub near his building if they wanted to hang out. By the counter, there was an old woman with kind aquamarine eyes as she bustled around her restaurant to serve her customers. It was rather obvious that the old woman was none other than the owner of the restaurant herself. She then stopped to talk to a raven-haired woman in business-clothes who sat alone in the corner of the room. Her back was on him, and Godric had no idea how she looked like. But the moment his eyes landed on her figure, he felt drawn almost instantly to her. In his mind, he began to see flashes of images of a woman with hair as dark as the night it looked almost blue, running ahead of him all around some kind of castle. She was laughing in his mind, taunting him to come after her. Godric was so lost in thought that the only reason he snapped back into reality was when he heard the same laughter he just heard in his mind, coming from her direction. It was her. Blinking his eyes to focus his thoughts, he realised that Salazar had zoomed passed him toward the woman. He watched his best friend tapped the woman, who then turned around before giving Salazar a hug.

Right then and there, Godric felt his heart stopped when he had a look of her face.

She was beautiful. In all his thirty years of life, Godric had been with a few women here and there. However, this woman standing beside his best friend was one of the most beautiful he'd seen. Her pale complexion was complimented by her dark hair and blue eyes. Her smile was captivating his heart, the way it was so honest and open as she laughed to Salazar's ridiculous joke. But, really, it wasn't her looks that got his attention. Sure, she was pretty. He would be incredibly dumb to not notice that about her. The thing that attracted him to her like a moth would to a flame was the fact that he felt that sort of connection like the one he had with Salazar. It felt like he knew her, from a past life many centuries ago. He vaguely registered Salazar uttering his name, so he tried one more time to focus on the pair, who could almost pass as siblings with their similar colouring.

"…and yep, he's finally with us," Salazar teased, clapping Godric's shoulder when the major was close enough. To his pretty companion, the lawyer said, "Ro, meet my brother Godric Gryffindor. Mate, meet my new friend Rowena Rafferty."

"I've heard so much about you," Rowena said when he shook her hand. "Only the good thing, of course. Sal here spoke highly of you all the time."

"Why, thank you," Godric said once he found his voice again. The three of them took their seats, and only then did Godric realise the owner of the restaurant was still around when she pushed the menu in front of him.

"What do you want, love?" the woman said. She had a kind smile on her face, and for a moment Godric thought she looked awfully familiar.

"You should try Elaine's special sandwich. They're amazing," Rowena suggested, leaning toward him so she could flip the menu and show the one she meant. She was so close to him that he could almost put his chin on the top of her head, and her sweet smell was beginning to cloud his senses.

"Right…" Godric said in a small voice. When he heard Salazar snickering beside him, he cleared his throat and turned to look at Elaine, who gave him an amused smile.

"Sandwich it is for you," Elaine said. "And what do you want for drink?"

Before Godric could give her an answer, Salazar had beat him to it. "You know what, Elaine; I think whatever my dear Godric has in mind isn't in your menu and it's something only Ro can offer."

Almost instantly, Godric felt his face blushed furiously at the same time Rowena's face flushed red. Throwing a murderous glare at his so-called brother, he said, "You are really crude, you know. God, I can't believe you just said that."

Salazar merely winked at Godric but didn't reply. Instead, he told Elaine that he wanted the sandwich too and that both he and Godric would like some orange juice. The old woman wrote down all of their order and promised that she would deliver their food as soon as possible. Elaine had left for a good two minutes when Rowena finally recovered from her absolute mortification, but not before slapping Salazar's on the arm rather viciously. Salazar was still chuckling slightly when he seemed to remember their reason to be visiting the restaurant.

"So, tell me," the lawyer began, looking all serious. "What do you want me to do?"

"I want to quit," Rowena said, causing a slight tick on Salazar's jaw. "And before you say anything, I'd like to remind you that it was you who told me that I should be careful with my boss. You were the one who pointed out what an arse he was."

"But I didn't tell you the quit," Salazar counted, frowning. "As your friend, I agree you should quit your job. Not only he's a sexist prick, he's also a pervert. You have no idea how many times I caught him leering at you."

"Exactly! More the reason I should – "

"As your professional confidante, though, I have to agree too."

Rowena froze. Tilting her head to her side, she said, "Wait, you're not going to argue with me?"

Salazar shrugged. "Well, it's about damn time. I was just surprised that you came to that decision without me having to lecture you for hours." At this, the younger woman rolled her eyes in annoyance, to which Salazar merely returned with a sheepish grin before continuing. "But I'll have to remind you though, finding a new job isn't really that easy."

"I thought you were going to make me change my mind," Rowena sighed. Looking at the older man with a scowl, she said, "Why did you do that? You complete prat."

"You and Godric react the same way whenever I tease the both of you," the handsome lawyer said. Godric could only scowl at that comment.

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever, Sal. I'm so going to kick your arse after this," Godric drawled.

"Ooh, I'm scared," Salazar chuckled as Godric flipped him off childishly. Averting his attention back to Rowena, he said, "Anyway, I suppose you want me to find loopholes on your contract so you can walk out risk-free?"

"Yes," Rowena confirmed. "You're a lawyer. Surely you can help me."

As the two discussed about Rowena's contract, the food finally came. Godric ended up tuning out of the conversation as he enjoyed his lunch. From where he was sitting, he could see two new-comers coming into the restaurant. They were men around Godric's age, from the looks of it. The first man was really tall, he was even taller than Godric's own gigantic built. He had sandy-brown hair with blue high-lights all over, which seemed weird for a man his age. When they got closer, even from where he was, Godric could see the man's eyes were a combination of green and golden, instead of any other normal colour a human being ever had for their eyes. The second man was a lot shorter than his friend, but his eyes were the most enchanting shade of blue. Not only that, when their eyes met, Godric was stunned at how old and tired those eyes seemed. His clothing suggested that he probably worked behind desk. But Godric knew that the look in those eyes could only belong to a soldier who had seen the worst of the world. The two men took their seats not far from where Godric and his friends were, and for some reason, he felt a little uneasy knowing that. He cursed himself for leaving his gun in his duffel back in Salazar's car. He wouldn't want to cause such a scene, but if these two were going to spring into action, Godric would need a little something to help him keep his friends safe.

The sound of Rowena's phone brought his attention back to her. Together with Salazar, he watched the woman talked to her phone. "Yes? Oh, right… Okay, I'll be there in a few. See you later."

"Who's that?" Salazar asked, nodding at her phone which she put away into her bag.

"My assisstant," Rowena said. "She's at my apartment right now. I told her to deliver today's letters to my apartement so I could continue my work at home. I guess I'll have to go now."

"Oh, okay then… I'll come to your office first thing tomorrow so I can bully the idiot into agreeing to your resignation terms. How about that?"

Rowena smiled and gave Salazar a peck on his cheek (and no, Godric wasn't jealous). "Thanks a lot, Sal. You're the best. I owe you one."

"Don't mention it. It's nothing, really. I'm just glad to help."

"Aren't you Mr Modesty," Godric mocked, earning a soft laugh from Rowena. She then took his hand and shook it.

"It's nice meeting you, Godric. Perhaps we can go for coffee, sometime?" Rowena asked, looking weirdly hopeful and anxious.

If only she knew how he was trying hard not to squel like a girl…

"Sure. Just give me your number so we can contact each other."

After they traded their numbers, Rowena made her way to exit the restaurant. She turned around once, and waved at the two men over her shoulders, before stepping out completely. At the same time, the two new-comers Godric was just eyeing several moments were getting up from their respective seats – and were heading their way. His fingers were itching to grab the small pocket- knife he kept at all times in his boot. He silently registered that Salazar had gone tense beside him, watching the two men coming toward them with a weird look on his face. When the men finally reached their desk, he casually sat across the two best friends. They didn't immediately talk, merely watching the two of closely in the same way that Godric was eyeing them. It was nearly five minutes later that the silence was disturbed, by the blue-eyed one. He was about to say something when suddenly, Salazar dropped from his seat and began to convulse violently on the floor. Godric forgot immediately about the two weird freaks and jumped to kneel beside his best friend.

"Sal? Salazar, can you hear me?" Godric asked urgently, trying his best not to panic when Salazar gave no respond and kept on convulsing. It took him awhile when he registered that someone, the blue-eyed man, was right beside him.

"Here. Let me – "

"Don't touch him!" Godric hissed, protectively pulling Salazar's head on his lap. "I know you two did this. What did you do, huh?"

Something flashed in those blue eyes, but Godric had no idea what it was. The man turned his head to his partner, nodded his head and said, "Teddy, if you will."

"What are you –"

"Stupefy."