The Founders

Title: The Founders


Author: Liadyn Malfoy


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Summary:The Founders...The ones who poured their magic into the creation of a school where magical education would be taught to all those who seek it. Thousands of years latter their true heirs are born. What will happen when Voldermort learns of them!


Rating: NC-17


Pairings: Harry/Draco, Ron/Hermione...may be others!!


Beta: FireAngel


Disclaimer: Hey Guys!! You already know this but I have to tell you again. I don\'t own Harry Potter or anything related to him. I am making no money from my stories. I just do this for fun!!!




Chapter Four


Yellow and Orange


\"Poppy?\" Dumbledore called when they entered the infirmary. \"Poppy, are you here?\"

\"Yes, Albus I\'m...\" Poppy said as she came out of her office. At the sight of Ron, she gave a small gasp and dropped the vials that she had been carrying. \"Good lord, what happened to you?\"


Albus smiled and repaired the broken vials with a wave of his wand.


\"Young Mr. Weasley here has suddenly begun to glow and give off a large amount of heat. We were hoping that you may be able to tell us what exactly is going on.\"


Pomfrey nodded and led the boys to one of the beds. When she reached the one closest to her office, she stopped and indicated for Ron to climb onto it.


Ron looked at the sheets and then back to his hands. \"Um...I don\'t think that is a good idea, Madame Pomfrey!\"


\"Well why not?\" Madame Pomfrey replied, indicating the bed again. \"Hurry up!\"


Ron gave a sigh and sat down on the bed. Madame Pomfrey moved closer and made to do a scan when the sheets under Ron began to smoke.


\"What the...\"


Before they could do anything, the sheets underneath the red-head caught fire. Everyone but Ron jumped back as the flames quickly devoured the sheets and the red-head.


\"RON!\"


\"Woah, you guys this is really creepy.\" Ron said, stepping out of the fire. \"Why does it not burn me?\"


Everyone was looking at Ron with a look of amazement, everyone including Dumbledore. Madame Pomfrey immediately stepped forward and put out the flames before the next bed could catch on fire.


\"Okay, what exactly is going on here! I want to know the full story!\" She demanded, hands on her hips. \"How am I supposed to heal anyone if I don\'t have the full story!\"


\"But I don\'t know what happened!\" Ron pouted. \"Seamus was embarrassing me and I got slightly miffed about it. Then when I started blushing it wasn\'t just a normal blush...I suddenly began to glow! When Hermione touched me, my skin burnt her.\"


\"That\'s it? Did you get hit by any spells?\"


\"No.\"


\"Hmm.\" Madame Pomfrey replied, pulling out her wand. \"Stand still while I do some tests.\"


\"I already did a scan for any magic, Poppy.\" McGonagall said, from where she was standing next to Dumbledore.


Pomfrey nodded and continued her scanning. After about 15 minutes of testing, she put her wand away, looking completely puzzled.


\"What is it, Poppy?\" Dumbledore asked, stepping up beside the small witch.


\"For what my scans can tell there is absolutely nothing wrong with Mr. Weasley.\" She replied, tapping her fingers on the night stand. \"I\'ll have to take some blood and send it to St. Mungo\'s to see if they can determine what is going on.\"


\"St. Mungo\'s?\" Ron asked, looking pale. \"I don\'t want to go there!\"


\"Relax, Mr. Weasley. You will be remaining here. They will send someone if they determine that it is necessary.\" Dumbledore smiled kindly, before turning back to Madame Pomfrey. \"Now Poppy, it is quite obvious that he cannot remain in the hospital wing. We will have to arrange for a set of rooms connected to the hospital wing where we will be able to put Mr.Weasley where he is not a danger to himself or others until we can discover what is going on.\"


\"That\'s fine as long as I am able to reach his rooms through a door in the hospital wing!\" Pomfrey replied.


\"That can be arranged.\" Dumbledore said, leading the small group out of the hospital wing and down the hall. He continued until he reached a portrait of a young knight.


\"Good morning to you, Sir!\" the portrait smiled, brightly. \"Was there something I could help you with?\"


\"Yes Hugh! The rooms that you guard are once again going to be put to use. Mr. Weasley is going to be staying here until we are able to sort out what is wrong with him.\" Dumbledore said, indicating Ron. Hugh\'s eyes widened at the sight of him, but didn\'t say anything. \"Only certain people will be allowed into this room, and tell immediately if something goes wrong. Understand?\"


\"Yes, sir!\"


\"Good. I shall give you the password when we have agreed on one, alright?\"


\"Yes, sir!\" Hugh said, swinging open to reveal a door way.


Dumbledore led them all in. The room was full of extra furniture, some of which was covered in several layers of dust. Dumbledore, Pomfrey, and McGonagall immediately began cleaning the room up with flicks of their wands.


\"Professor?\" Harry asked, moving forward into the room.


\"Yes, Harry.\" McGonagall replied, turning to face him.


\"Was there something that we could do?\"


\"If you, Mr. Malfoy, and Ms. Granger would like to go work on the bedroom, that would be greatly appreciated.\" McGonagall said, nodding towards a door on the far side of the room. \"Don\'t forget to cast a flame protection spell on everything, including the sheets and Mr. Weasley\'s belongings. The house elves will be moving his stuff into the room as you clean it up.\"


\"What about me?\" Ron asked.


\"You will remain where you are until we have protected this room from fire.\"


Ron slumped slightly at the news and stuck his hands into his pockets.


\"Which colour would you like your room, sweetheart?\" Hermione asked, stepping up to her boyfriend. She was beside herself thinking up ways to comfort her boyfriend without actually touching him.


\"Could you do it in Chudley Cannons colours?\" Ron asked, with a hopeful look.


Draco and Harry rolled their eyes and Hermione smiled sweetly.


\"Of course!\"


With a smile she turned and dragged Harry and Draco into the other room.


\"Chudley Cannons colours, Hermione? You do realize what they are, do you not?\" Harry asked, waving his arms around.


Hermione sent him a glare before answering. \"Of course I do, Harry. I\'m not stupid.\"


\"No you don\'t, cause if you did then you wouldn\'t have agreed. The\'re yellow and orange! YELLOW AND ORANGE!\"


\"So, if that\'s what he wants then that\'s what I am going to do!\" she said, stubbornly placing her hands on her hips.


\"This room will be so bright and tacky that you won\'t need any lights.\" Draco said, eyeing the room with a grimace.


\"Draco Malfoy, you will not be living here so let him have what he wants, and that goes double for you, Harry Potter!\"


\"Fine!\" they chorused and began cleaning up the room.


* * *


Draco ran his hand through his hair as he watched Harry transfigure the sheets on the bed into a bright orange comforter with a moving picture of a golden snitch on it. The sheets beneath it were yellow and there were two orange pillows and two yellow pillows sitting on top.


\"You know, I feel like I\'m decorating a child\'s room!\" Harry sighed, slumping down on the bed.


\"I know what you mean!\" Draco said, joining him on the bed. \"You would think that by 17 he would have lost his obsession with the Chudley Cannons, or at least have the sense not to decorate his room in their offical colours.\"


\"Will you two stop complaining and help me transfigure this into a wardrobe.\" Hermione snapped, holding up a bucket.


\"Sure thing \'Mione.\" Harry said, dragging Draco to his feet.


It took all three of them to transfigure the bucket into a wardrobe. After they had finished the rest of the room, they had began to feel the drain of magic it had taken out of them. Harry and Draco had just slumped back down on the bed when the professors and Ron entered.


When McGonagall and Madame Pomfrey winced at the loud colours of the room, Harry and Draco almost burst out laughing. Dumbledore stood smiling in the doorway, the twinkle in his eye stronger than normal. Ron rushed up to them, grinning from ear to ear.


\"This is amazing!\" He cried, wrapping his arms around Hermione. Upon realizing what he did, he jumped back in shock. \"Oh no, I\'m so sorry! I didn\'t...why didn\'t I hurt you?\"




\"I had the sense to fire proof myself as well. Instead of a burning all I feel is a slight tingling sensation.\" She smiled, pulling him back into her arms.


\"Well, I think we shall leave you to get settled then. Only the four of you and the teachers will be able to get into this room. Madame Pomfrey will be visiting from time to time to check up on you. She will enter through that door over there.\" Dumbledore instructed, pointing to one of the doors in the living room. \"It is a direct passage to the Infirmary. I will leave the password to you to create. The Professors and I will be able to get in without one.\"


With a final good-bye, Professor Dumbledore, McGonagall, and Madame Pomfrey left, leaving the four of them alone.


\"Well this is an interesting turn of events!\" Draco sighed, sitting down on the couch.


\"Tell me about it!\" Harry sighed, flopping down beside his boyfriend.


\"Don\'t complain!\" Ron said, sitting down carefully in one of the chairs. He obviously wasn\'t too sure about being able to sit down on anything that could possibly burst into flames. \"Just be thankful that you are not a walking matchstick!\"


Draco chuckled.


\"What do you think is going on?\" Harry asked, elbowing Draco. \"Do you think that it could have been an undetectable potion or spell?\"


\"I don\'t think so.\" Hermione sighed. \"There are several ways that you can identify the use of an undetectable potion or spell.\"


\"Then why are they called undetectable?\" Draco drawled, rolling his eyes.


Hermione sent him a glare before answering. \"They are undetectable because you are not able to identify the type of potion or spell, but there are different things that you can look for. All potions leave small particles in your blood stream that cannot be dissolved. As for spells, they leave their own mark in a wizard\'s magical level. With the appropriate scanning, you are able to pick out small groups of magic that have yet to be absorbed.\" She said, slumping down into the chair beside Ron. \"Madame Pomfrey already did the spell to check for undetectable spells and came up with nothing. It will be a couple of days before we hear back from St. Mungo\'s. Until then all we can do is wait!\"


They all sat in silence for a while, Hermione leaning against Ron and Harry and Draco snuggled together on the couch.


\"Hey Ron, you up for a game of chess?\" Draco asked, pulling out the chess set that was sitting under the coffee table.


\"Sure, why not! I\'d love to kick your butt again.\"


\"Need I remind you that you have never actually kicked my butt! Every time that we play, we either get distracted and never finish the match or we always end up in a stalemate!\" Draco smirked. \"I\'m starting to think that you\'re losing your touch.\"


\"We\'ll see whose losing their touch, Malfoy.\" Ron grinned.


Harry and Hermione smiled over their boyfriend\'s heads. This was going to take awhile. It looked like they wouldn\'t make it back down to the Great Hall in time for dinner. Harry stood up and made his way to the door that lead to the Infirmary. He had better inform Madame Pomfrey that she would have three extra charges this evening.