The Secret of the Founders: Book 1 in The Founders Descendants Trilogy

Barrett Ross wishes to find out the secret of his parents life, death, and who is responsible for their passing.
Leila Moore wishes to find out the secret of the man she always sees in the shadows no matter how far she runs.
Cornelia Sawyer wishes to find out the secret of the visions she can't control of a battle at a mysterious castle in ruins.
Saber Thomas wishes to find out the secret of the dark power his sister always said he had and how he can stop it from hurting others.
They are all the Descendants of the most powerful witches and wizards in history -- the founders of Hogwarts and they are now part of a prophecy that could bring glory to the Wizarding World, or destroy it.
Will they find out the Secret of the Founders before it's too late?

100Me gustan

2. Leila

          The London City Hospital was always full of excitement in the maternity section, but no one was ever as excited as the mother of the newborn girl of the Moore family. It seemed that in this mother’s perfect world with her daughter, absolutely nothing could go wrong. But sadly, as these stories usually go, there was no way this could happen.

         Whenever the girl was born, there was an almost failing procedure. This made a disturbance in her body, something that had never happened before to any patients in the hospital or anywhere in England.

         The mother’s body was weakening every second. There was nothing the doctors could do about it meaning the mother would die very soon leaving her child behind in the care of no one. For other than the child’s birthmother, there were no known relatives.

         She would get sent straight to the orphanage without a doubt. And it seemed there was nothing that this poor woman could do to prevent it.

    It had been a little over three hours and the baby had still not cried one tear the whole time. She had been and still was sleeping very soundly in her fragile mother's arms. The young woman was still pondering on what to call her.

         But right now, the mother only knew happily that she had given birth to a healthy, living child. The thought just made her worry about how she was going to take care of her if she was dead. The thought of having to send the baby to an orphanage made her slightly paler.

         “What am I going to do with you my dear girl,” she sighed.

         The baby fluttered her eyes open as she woke up and started to levitate inches, then feet into the air. "Oh…oh my god!" the mother gasped. The little girl laughed as she got higher and higher into the air.

         “Get down! Please, oh, get down!” the mother gasped as she stared at the baby in shock. Then, almost as if nothing happened, the child slowly floated back down into her mother's arms.

         The mother stared at her daughter with frustration, but also with surprise. "So, he was right then. His family really is full of witchcraft,” she said solemnly as a name suddenly sparked inside her head.

         "Your name will be Leila…Leila Eleanor Moore, for you will be more loyal and loving than even the man who was your father, at least the man he used to be..."

         Leila giggled a little at her new name. But this small hint of laughter from her daughter would be the last thing she would ever hear as death took its toll on the young woman. Leila started to cry very loudly as her mother’s eyes turned glassy and unmoving.

         Just moments later, a nurse came in to see what was wrong and gasped when she found the heart meter screen showing no motion at all.

         The nurse’s eyes grew large and frightened as she turned from the sight of the straight line on the heart meter and called for help.

The doctors’ quickly came and immediately attempted to revive her many times, but even with the technology they had at that time, it was no use. Leila’s mother was dead.

         “What are we going to do with her child?” the nurse asked the doctor as she held the baby in her arms. “Ms. Moore didn’t even give her child a birth certificate. We don’t even know what the baby’s name is!”

         “Surely the father will come to name her then,” the doctor suggested.

         The nurse shook her head sadly. “I’m afraid not. He didn’t even come to the child’s birth and we have no file on what his name is. We’ll just have to send her to the orphanage downtown. Its run by a man named… Mr. Farrow I believe.”

         “Actually the orphanage run by Alexandra Dubbs would be much better for such a bright child,” said a strange woman from behind them. Now, I’m guessing that since you live on this earth, you’ve seen some very strange-looking people before.

         Perhaps the woman who checked out your groceries looked peculiar. Or the man who sat next to you on the bus looked quite odd to the likes of you. None of their looks amounted to the woman in the doorway.

         She had extremely bushy brown hair with sprinkles of gray as if someone decided to empty a container of pepper in her shampoo that morning. But had a twinkle in her eye as if she was always thinking about something. She looked to be in her mid-forties and was a little shorter than the average woman of her age.

         But the strangest thing about the intruder was her outfit. She was wearing a long emerald green cloak with a lion brooch fastened to a blood red shawl. And in her hands she had what looked like a piece of parchment and quill in her hands.

         “Excuse me?” the doctor asked as he scanned over the woman’s strange attire.

         “Have you not visited the new orphanage on Gurreg Avenue? Dubbs Orphanage for Boys and Girls is the best home for the family-less! I’m sure you’ve heard about it,” the woman said looking surprised. She followed the doctor’s gaze, looked down at her out of the ordinary clothing selection, and sighed.

         “Why it seems I keep on forgetting to change!” she exclaimed as she suddenly walked out of the room and walked back in only seconds later with a white leather jacket and black slacks.

         “Sorry about that misconception,” she sighed as the doctor looked at her with a confused expression on his face.

         “How…how did you do that?”

         “Never mind that…please just give me the baby. I promise that I am just delivering her to the orphanage she needs to go to. I swear,” she promised.

         “Who are you and why are you in this room? Ms. Susan Moore didn’t have any known family so please state yourself,” the nurse said as she held the baby closer to her.

         “I guess I didn’t establish myself, did I!” the woman said as she cleared her throat.

         “My name is Hermione Weasley, by order of the Ministry, and I’m here to escort Leila to the orphanage I just-so-happened to mention not even forty-seven seconds ago,” the woman introduced as she walked towards the baby.

         “Who is Leila? The child?” the doctor asked as he backed away from the woman even more. “How would you even know that?”

         “Trust me,” Mrs. Weasley assured. “I am highly known for accompanying the type of children like Leila to their orphanage. So if you would just give me Ms. Moore’s child, I’ll be on my way.”

         “We don’t even know you,” the nurse said guardedly. “You could be here to abduct the baby for all we know.”

         “Well if you’re going to be like that, I’m afraid there’s only one way we can settle this matter,” Mrs. Weasley said with a sigh, her smile beginning to turn solemn.

         Mrs. Weasley pulled out what looked like to most people, a very thin ruler and pointed it at the doctor and nurse. “You probably won’t remember anything about Ms. Moore after this I’m afraid. But don’t worry! It won’t hurt a bit. But if you don’t remember your name, age, hair color, or shoe size, please become a patient instead of an employee in this lovely hospital.”

         The doctor and nurse didn’t know what in London’s name she was talking about and didn’t have the time to figure it out. Mrs. Weasley waved the wand and said, “Lumos.”

         A bright white light hit both the man and woman’s bodies and they shut their eyes wondering what it would do. When they opened their eyes again, the nurse looked oddly at the small child in her arms and looked up to Mrs. Weasley.

         “Are you the mother of this baby?” she asked in a confused tone. The doctor just began to look at his hands as if he had no idea why he had them.

         “I guess you could say I’m a…close relative. I’m here to bring the baby to a nice orphanage down the street,” Mrs. Weasley said as she slipped the long stick into a pocket in her robe.

         You see, this stick was a wand. And Mrs. Weasley was none other than a witch.

         The doctor continued to act strange and started to flare his nostrils to see how big they could get.

         “Oh…yes. Okay, um…” the nurse said disorderly and handed the child over to Mrs. Weasley. The woman nodded in reply and walked out of the room almost as quickly as she had entered.

         After the doctor had finished his session of making fart noises with his mouth, he staggered out of the room yelling, “Margaret!!! We have an elephant in the emergency room! What…no, I’m not drunk! What do you mean your name’s Shirley?!”

         Mrs. Weasley sighed and said to Leila, “I’m afraid we’ll probably have to send him to the Ministry for a restoration…but no matter! It’s time to bring you to your new home.”

         And with one last look at Susan Moore lying dead on her bed, Hermione Weasley fled the hospital, the young girl asleep once again in her arms.

         There then was a small funeral a couple days later right after Leila was taken from the hospital. Only three people showed up; Mrs. Weasley, Leila herself, and the person who owned the cemetery in which Ms. Moore was being buried. Simply because he felt bad that not one of the thirty-seven people bothered to accept their invite.

But once again, the father of Leila Moore was not seen at the event. It seemed that the man was not coming to see his supposed loved one. Not even to even say goodbye.

         Many people thought he was dead; a brave auror who lost his life fighting for what’s right. But me? I believed he was still out there…somewhere; that someday Leila would find him. Perhaps I was right. After all, I am the one telling the story, right?

         The day after her mother’s funeral, Mrs. Weasley brought Leila to a nearby orphanage by the name of Dubbs Orphanage for Boys and Girls. This certain orphanage had only just opened up the year before, but all of London knew it was a place where every child got everything they needed and wanted.

         What London didn’t know is the owner, Alexandra Dubbs was a squib. One of the only ones left in fact. Ms. Dubbs was a good friend of Mrs. Weasley and knew about the four children needing to be delivered there.

         So when Ms. Dubbs woke up the next morning and went outside to get the mail, she was not at all surprised that Leila was there. In fact, she quickly rushed over to the child’s basket and hurried back inside.

         This child of loyalty and chivalry beyond all others would grow-up to be one of the most powerful witches of her time. But she hadn’t a clue there was a magical bone in her body…yet.

Join MovellasFind out what all the buzz is about. Join now to start sharing your creativity and passion
Loading ...