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?


4. Saber

          I'm sure that you believed the Slytherin descendants to be long gone after the reign of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. But that was not true. This was just a lie made up by the ministry so that the Wizarding World would not go to chaos once again.

         But only a select few truly know this “Secret of the Founders” and almost all of them believe it was all just a hoax and there never was another descendant. Let alone three generations of them.

         That secret whether you think it to be true or not is still yet to be discovered and I’m afraid as this book’s storyteller, I therefore do not have the right to tell you the family legacy’s story. But I can tell you Saber’s.

         In the year 2023, a girl was born by the name of Abelinda. And yes, she was a descendant of Salazar Slytherin. One of the only ones left in fact. She was born into a pureblood family, but naturally, as these things do happen, Abelinda was a squib. She had no powers like her parents.

         For years, the mother had wanted a child, but the father always told his wife that they didn’t have the money or the time to have a child that they could take care of.

         Finally, one day when the mother, Kathryn, came home from working at Flourish and Blotts, her husband surprised her at the door, shouting with glee about the promotion he had just gotten. One year later, the girl was born and everything was perfect. But that’s when it all ended.

         When Abelinda was three, her father lost his job due to a lack of money made in the Ministry that year. Along with many other men and women who got laid off during this depressing time, he turned to alcohol and spent many days a drunk in the Hogs Head down in Hogsmeade.

         Three years later, things were not in the least bit getting better. But against all odds, Kathryn had yet another child, barely able to feed and nurture the first.

         This was the time when her husband went his lowest yet. A new group of criminals were plotting to kill off every auror and bring demise to the Ministry of Magic and the rest of the Wizarding World.

         Abelinda’s father signed up immediately in anger against the Ministry for the loss of his career and began to become missing for days, sometimes even weeks at a time.

         To make things even worse, Abelinda’s mother began to get so sick and hungry that she wasn’t able to work. All she would do is lie in her bed and cry in pain from the times that her drunken husband would hit abuse his wife.

         At age seven, Abelinda was constantly taking care of her mother and younger brother. They didn’t have the money to pay for St. Mungo’s Hospital to take care of either of them and she wasn’t well enough to use her wand on anything. So Abelinda didn’t do anything but work and feed, work and aid, work and clean. She had no friends, no life outside the house other than the chores she’d do for her neighbors for money.

         They all thought she was a dreary looking little girl with her mother’s long brown hair in endless tangles and father’s dark green eyes muffled by the tired red look she always had reflecting in them. But on the inside, all she was and is, was a little girl who wanted her real mother and father back and was determined to get it that way.

         And then it all ended. Everything. One day when Abelinda walked into her mother’s room with a glass of water she had requested only moments earlier, she saw Kathryn breathing heavier than she should gasping for breath.

         “Mummy?!” she yelled and she dropped the plastic cup in fear as she ran over to her mother quickly checking to see that everything was alright.

         But it wasn’t. Her mother could barely breathe and was taking short quick breaths. “I…I l-“Kathryn tried to say but she just wasn’t getting the words out.

         “It’s okay; you’re going to be alright. You’re going to be okay mummy. You’ll be fine,” Abelinda reassured both her and herself repeatedly.

          “I love you...” Kathryn whispered as her voice trailed off. Then her breaths stopped, her frantic eyes stayed still, focused on her daughter’s tearful eyes.

         That was the same day that Abelinda’s father came home with the announcement of his group’s new plan to stop the aurors at the core. Abelinda’s father was planning to kill the beloved Head Auror, Harry James Potter. It was like he didn’t even care that his wife, Abelinda’s mother was dead.

         The thing was, she didn’t care anymore. Abelinda didn’t want to care about her little brother about her father’s job as a…an… assassin. She cringed at the thought of her father being something so ruthless.

         Abelinda remembered the years when her parents loved each other…when they loved her. But those years were long gone.

         Instead, now that her brother was getting older she finally had someone to talk to. But to her father, he was just another child to put to work.

         Every day would be the same. Abelinda would get up at sunrise with her little three year old brother trailing behind her. They would each take a slice of bread, fold it into fourths, and save three of the halves for later.

         While they took turns eating the first fourth, they would go around to the different shops in Diagon Alley since they lived in a rugged alleyway type neighborhood nearby and ask the shopkeepers if they could clean their shop floors or arrange some of their products neatly for a couple knuts.

         Their favorite shop to help at was Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes. There were 5 Weasley’s working there and nearly all of   them had the same flaming red hair!

         They would always let Abelinda and her brother try one of their new pranks on each other every once in a while or make a new arrangement with some of the products.

         Then the children would come home, their father was always out drinking at some new bar or working with his group to take down the Ministry. He didn’t care about either one of his children and hadn’t for a quite long time. All he cared about was revenge.

         But then one night, he didn’t come back. At first, when Abelinda woke up to see he hadn’t returned, she just ignored it and figured he had gotten stuck in Hogsmeade or had slept the night at The Leaky Cauldron. But when he didn’t return the next night, or at all the day after that, Abelinda began to become frightened.

         She hadn’t a clue where he could be until she snuck a peek at a passerby’s edition of Daily Prophet. Usually the front page always said something very boring about politics and such, but the headlines today in big black letters said:




         That had to be her father’s group! She knew it. So instead of stopping by the different shops like she usually did every day, Abelinda dug around in the trash cans behind all of the shops in search of another newspaper. It wasn’t stealing if the person had already thrown it away…right?

         Finally, by midafternoon, Abelinda was able to snag a slightly torn, but readable newspaper behind the old cauldron shop. She ran home immediately with a gleeful smile on her face as once again, her little brother trailed behind her.

         Once they ran into the house, Abelinda quickly leaned against one of the walls, unable to keep her excitement as her brother did the same. She could barely read the words on the page as she read it silently to herself. And since her brother was only four-years-old, clearly not able to read yet, he just sat and watched his sister as the emotions took over her.

         First it was confusion, then uneasiness. Then as she turned the page to a new one, her face turned pale. Paler than the snow-like skin she had seemed impossible, but it was true. A tear fell from her eye and the rush of emotions took over.

         “What’s wr…wrong?” the boy barely got out, a perplexed look on his face.

         “He’s gone Saber. He’s really gone…” Abelinda cried in a sighing type way. Her father might have treated her horribly, but he still was her father and he was very, truly, dead.

         For two more years, they lived on the streets like this. Orphans. No mother to make their breakfast of bacon and eggs or a father to tuck them in at night. Sometimes it even felt like they were truly alone. But then they remembered that they had each other and that’s what mattered.

         Things were harder though as the winter months pressed on. Sure, Father didn’t love them like most fathers did. But at least he would always bring home leftover food from the Leaky Cauldron or give them a little gift such as a glass of Pumpkin Juice every once in a while. Their father was never heartless, just…lost.

         Now, they could barely scramble up a knut a day without nearly getting hypothermia or frostbite. So Abelinda had to train herself to do something she’d never done before for what she had left of her family and their survival; pickpocketing.

         It was hard at first, stealing those people’s money. But the feeling wore off immediately when she saw the results. For the first time ever, Abelinda and Saber had a real meal. Like one that ordinary people like you have every single day.

         Of course, with this new way of life, Abelinda had to be careful. Not only would it attract the attention of the officers roaming the streets 24/7, but this could also get the children both shipped to the nearest orphanage once people found out they were alone without parents.

         But for a good long time, they got away with it. Abelinda even started teaching Saber how to do it. So while his sister would be asking a rich looking woman what her fur coat was made out of, he would be taking the many sickles and maybe even a galleon or two out of the woman’s wallet.

         Eventually, they would finish doing this thievery by darting into the nearest alleyway, trying not to attract the attention from their victims yelling that they’ve been robbed. They would sometimes wait until the next day to pickpocket again.

         Unlike his sister who was a squib, Saber had inherited magic and could probably use this to an advantage. But he couldn’t control the mass of his great power and it worried his sister whenever a single spark came from his hands. Magic took part in destroying her family once and she wasn’t going to let it ruin her family again.

         Near the end of that two year time period of the “hard-knock life”, Abelinda got sick. Very sick. She was on the brink of death from a common muggle disease called lime’s disease. And the only potion for diseases such as that was the Death-Cap Potion.

         But the ingredients she needed were very rare and might not be in the nearby apothecary. They didn’t even think they had enough money for such ingredients. Heck, Saber didn’t even know how to brew a potion! But it was all that was left.

         So one early morning while his sister was still sleeping, Saber ran into the streets trying to find someone he could use the money from. A man in a black cloak walked out of one of the bookstores and made his way down to Knockturn Alley.

         The two siblings never went down there. The place had a dark feeling to it. But nobody else was up this early in the morning and Saber needed that money!

         In the shadows, the little boy slowly followed the man, hoping that he wouldn’t see the boy behind him. He quickly spotted the small black pouch by his side in an old fashioned way and locked on his target.

         In one swift motion, Saber grabbed the money. But the crushing of the snow under his running feet gave him away as he ran as fast as he could to escape.

         “THIEF! THE BOY STOLE MY PROPERTY! CRUCIO! “the man yelled furiously, pulling out his wand in the process and shooting a spell at the boy’s head. But Saber rounded a corner, hoping the man didn’t see his face. Whatever was so important in this bag, Saber was excited to find out.

         He ran down the streets as he put the pouch in his pocket and put up the hood of his worn sweatshirt to hide his face. He may look like many other kids who roamed the streets of the wizarding “shopping center” with his dark shaggy hair and bright green eyes.

         But the thing that could always reveal the young boy is the redness under his eyes from crying the many nights away. It almost brought color to his pale complexion…almost.

         So as the boy gleefully ran into another alleyway, hidden from the other people roaming the streets, he sat down and leaned against the wall, not able to stop smiling as he took the small black pouch out of his pocket.

         He pulled open the bag eagerly and put his hand in to see what was inside. The first thing Saber felt was a smooth, round object that seemed to take up the entirety of the bag. It was heavier than he thought it would be as the boy pulled the sphere out to reveal a glass ball full of this liquid smoke, swirling around.

         Saber could hear a couple words from inside the ball very quietly like, hopes, remembered, and assassins. None of it made any sense to him.

         But there were no sickles or knuts left in the bag. Not even a galleon. It looked like a misty magic ball that he would see the odd fortune tellers and tarot carders have. The ball most likely wouldn’t sell for anything!

         But as Saber lost his smile and began to cry, he began to think that maybe he could go back out there and get some more money. They surely wouldn’t be looking for him now.

         But then he heard a raspy voice come from outside the alleyway. One of the shopkeepers, Mrs. Granten, was being questioned by a man in a cloak, different from the one before.

         “Do you know who this boy is?” the man asked, holding up a magic picture of Saber running away and looking behind him. The boy’s green eyes were unmistakable.

         “It’s one of the boys I’ve seen come into my shop a couple times before. He helps dust some of the cauldrons with his sister. They are such nice children…but I can’t seem to recall their names…sorry,” the woman said uncomfortably.

         The cloaked man grumbled something under his breath and walked away without saying another word. There was no way Saber could go back out there. He could get his sister into even more trouble!

         “That’s it,” he sighed. “There’s nothing else I can do Abby…I’m sorry.”

         He looked at the misty ball again and got frustrated as he realized there was no hope left for her. “And it’s all because of this stupid thing!” he yelled as he picked it up and smashed it into the brick wall across from him.

         Suddenly the smoke contained inside the glass flowed into what looked like a giant gray curtain flowing in the calm wind as a soft voice echoed through the alley.


A powerful force is beginning to rise

Four children born differently but at the same time

One child against all odds will rise up to the occasion

They will defend what they can during the oncoming invasion

Another one sleeps and sees what will happen

They have dreams every night of countless assassins

Number three of the four can quickly change their appearance

A different being every second without interference

The final child you hear will have a life of grope

But will become one of the people’s final hopes

All four of these children will grow up in the school of their ancestors

The evil forever after them will create so many disasters

One will lie dead, and another be injured

The third will have lost all that they remembered

The fourth will be alone and from all be dismembereed

But the Founders’ Descendants will forever be remembered


         And then everything went quiet as if there was nothing that had happened. Saber didn’t understand. What in Merlin’s beard was that?  One will lie dead? Forever be remembered? It didn’t matter though. That speech…well… “prophecy”…had been loud. And someone could have heard it.

         Saber quickly gathered up the shards of the glass ball and placed them all in the black bag and put it in his pocket. He had run for a very long time and had made the little boy very tired.

         So he made himself comfortable and slowly began to doze off thinking about who the four children in the prophecy could be. Soon, he was fast asleep in the alleyway, his body no longer slumped in a way that covers his face leaving his identity out in the open.

         But it turns out, someone did hear it. A young man in his early-20’s with bright red hair stepped out from the shadows. He also had a Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes nametag that read “HUGO”. The young man looked half-shocked and half-excited as he clumsily took out a muggle phone I believe is called the iPhone PlusXL.

         He quickly dialed a number and waited until a voice said, “Hello? Hugo honey, I’m busy right now.”

         “I know…I know Mum. But you’re not going to believe this!” he said barely able to keep his voice low enough so that the boy wouldn’t wake up.

         “I found the final Descendant.” 

Authors Note- So what do you guys think so far? any suggestions on the characters you've seen? What about Abelinda? Do you think she should live? Comment below and give whatever feedback you like! 

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