Warnings:

-Character deaths

-A not-entirely-happy ending (this may change, though; I haven't decided yet =P)

-A slight chance that this story will change to an M rating, depending on which route I take with it.
This is highly unlikely, but for safety I'm letting you know now. :)

DISCLAIMER: Places and characters in this story are the property and creation of the
genius Ms. JK Rowling. No profit is being made from this story.
It only serves to (hopefully) entertain.

Prologue

I have destroyed a young girl's life. Her whole world is in ruins because of me. She should have never been put through the grief she was forced to endure. He should not have, either. What the two of them did was not wrong by any means. They fell in love. That is not a crime, yet they suffered a fate that no two lovers should, and I am the only one to blame.

It is a miracle that I'm dead, because I don't think I would be able to live with myself right now.

It has been a thousand years since I took my last breath and left my body forever. Now, I exist only as a spirit, wandering invisibly and silently among the land. I cannot communicate verbally with the living, like the ghosts can. I've never desired that ability until now. If I had been able to, perhaps I could have warned them, saved them, done something, anything, to stop it…

Forgive me. Here I am, rambling on about my misery when I have not properly introduced myself. I apologize. My name is Folkvar. You have probably never heard of me, but I'm fairly sure you know of others like me. Perhaps you have knowledge of Merlin, the great wizard of the medieval age who put a stop to using magic against Muggles. If not Merlin, surely you have heard of Albus Dumbledore. I am certain I do not need to list the abundance of great things he has accomplished throughout his life.

I was like them. I, too, was a wizard. But things were much different when I was alive. The wizarding population was running scarce and we were very close to dying out. Back then, the majority witches and wizards did not know how to control their powers. When Muggles began to notice these instances, magical people were massacred everywhere, putting our race on an accelerated path to extinction. I was one of the lucky few who was able to manage my powers and keep them well hidden from those around me.

This was how I got my idea. I decided to become a teacher and pass on my knowledge to others. Of course, these lessons had to be done in secret. I took on four extremely promising students whose names and accomplishments would be remembered for many years to come. I taught Godric Gryffindor, Helga Hufflepuff, Rowena Ravenclaw, and Salazar Slytherin everything they knew.

As I'm sure you know, these four individuals went on to establish Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The opening of the school saved the wizarding population. Witches and wizards were able to start learning at a young age how to control their powers and, most importantly, how to conceal them from Muggles. Our population rebounded and now, a millennium later, it is larger than ever.

Though it is has been over a thousand years since I taught my final lesson to what is today known as the Hogwarts Four, those days have recently returned to haunt me. There was a period of intense turmoil between the four friends. As their teacher and mentor, I had to mend it. I did the only thing I could think of at the time, and it was a fantastic solution.

Until now.

If I had known this would happen, I would have never considered acting the way I did. My actions are a prime example that the past, regardless of how well hidden it may be, can never be escaped. Not even a thousand worry-free years can hinder that. The decision I made back then has recently unraveled into an unpredictable disaster, causing a young witch and wizard a terrible fate.

But before I tell my story, I must tell theirs. Will you listen to me? I need to tell someone everything that happened. I need to confess. If I don't get this burden off of my shoulders, I will never be at peace. Please help me. Please listen.

Author's Note (1/3/11): I'm currently wrapping up another story at the moment, but the idea for this one just kinda popped into my head and I had to give it a try. But nonetheless...what did you think? Is this story worth continuing? Let me know what you think in a review, even if you think it's awful. I don't want to keep writing if no one's interested in it lol XD

IF I do continue with this, however, the plan is to spend the next chapter or two during the current time, then it will dive into the time of Folkvar and the Founders.