A Future Never Dreamed Of [Morgana]

[Godric Gillian Gryffindor]

Godric had risked apparating.  He had taken a class, due to Dumbledore's urgings, and splitched himself several times, but in the end he passed the test.  He still was wary about the whole process.  But the idea had struck him with such force, he was willing to risk it.  He was going back to his birthplace for the first time since he had come to this new world.

Goddy had been somewhat homesick, having not seen his friends for two years, until yesterday morning, when he found Sal, and awoke today feeling homesick.  Not of Hogwarts, which was his home, or Ravenclaw's home, but of the house he had grown up as a child in.  He had vowed to retake his land, and according to the history books, he did.  He felt proud that he took back his rightful land from those dastardly French. 

Speaking of the French... there was still that Frenchman who was worrying him greatly.  It was him blowing things out of proportion, thinking what was happening now was the most important stuff in history, but it was also rooted in logic as well.  The Frenchman was gaining power, and was hurting muggles and muggleborns, both groups which he loved dearly, and found very interesting, especially nowadays, finding how to fly in those large metal birds, without magic (though, he thought it was magic for the longest of time), and those cute squeaking floating ducks that were made of the most peculiar substance.  That wasn't the point.  Goddy was somewhere deep down looking for Morgana le Fey, hoping dearly she could assure him the Frenchman was not a threat, and perhaps, she could help defeat the Frenchman before many others were to die. 

All of this, homesickness, and an internal subconscious desire to seek out Morgan about this world he had lived in for two years mostly about a killer of those he finds so very interesting, made him come here.  To the cemetery on his land.  Where he stood in front of a very worn stone, which could hardly be read now, but if one looked closely, it was Godric Gryffindor's grave.  Indeed.  He was standing on top of his own bones, buried here.

[Morgana le Fay]

Her days grew short. She knew as much, and, frankly, it was a relief. Outliving everyone that you ever cared for was a curse that she would not wish on even Evienne, but she had a duty to fulfill until the day that she was ultimately killed by Voldemort, as she had been warned would happen. There was a lot of irony in the fact that it would be her own descendant that finally released her from the world; she was no longer of a mindset that appreciated such things, though.

Dumbledore had warned her that Godric would seek her out. She knew that he would find it difficult to locate Avalon, and so she had come to Godric's Hollow. She visited his grave often, anymore; it was reassuring to see the name and know that, unlike Arthur and Merlin, he had a proper grave. The man that never rested in life did so now. She envied him in a way.

She found him already by the grave, and decided to not speak until she was closer. She was not up to raising her voice.

"I knew someone once," she began. "Who knew nothing of rest. Imagine my shock to discover that, through some sort of time sorcery, even though his elder self rests here, his younger self continues as he always has."

[Godric Gillian Gryffindor]

Goddy had been simply looking at his grave, wondering how all of this had really happened.  Grand magic, but terrible.  This grave here would mean he would have to go back to where he came from.  And die.  Centuries before Eliza was even born.  Would he remember this time when he went back?  If so, could he truly live without Eliza?  Could he live without being a part of this fantastic world that had come (he was still a bit on edge about the women thing, if one couldn't tell)?  Could he live in the world he belonged to, knowing that this world lay ahead, one where it was lucky if one awoke the next day, where so many people were alive, even while many still died, there were so many more that lived.  After two years here, he was beginning to not want to go back in time and fill this grave.  Sal was even here now.  Why would they have to go back?  But that was just cowardice.  They were to become great people who founded Hogwarts, who lead the movement of safe wizardry being taught all together.  Whether he wanted or not, this grave was proof he would have to go back.  But perhaps, he could make a difference in this time before he had to leave. 

Goddy turned around, pulling his blade on the mysterious approaching person, before a small smile spread on his face, and he sheathed his sword (which was still not his blade from the goblins, but it was a fine blade, nonetheless).  His smile was quite wide across his entire face, realizing who it was after a moment (he wasn't quite the brightest bulb in the box, especially when it came to things like this, though he was rather intelligent in other matters, if it didn't involve his mouth moving). 

"Morgan le Fey," Godric said happily straightening his posture to that of a royal, "I never thought I would find you here.  How do you fair?  Same as usual, I would guess, combative and impatient.  You have aged since my eyes last laid upon your face.  How have your past years fared you?"

[Morgana le Fay]

She was not entirely sure whether it was even possible to send the time travelers back. Salazar and her younger self were both from further in Godric's timeline, but there seemd to be an iteration of Godric in their time. Perhaps that was the owner of the bones in this grave. Perhaps it was the Godric standing before her. Time would tell, she supposed. She wanted no longer to think of death. She had already lived his loss once.

She smiled faintly when he turned to face. Truly, he had not changed...

"I am Lady of the Lake in this time. I killed Evienne," she admitted bluntly. "I have since outgrown riddles and impatience. This is a different world, Godric, and I am old."

[Godric Gillian Gryffindor]

Evienne.  He did in fact remember her fairly well, though he preferred not to think of it.  Morgan had killed her, defeated her, ended her life.  While Goddy wasn't big on the whole killing someone to stop them.  Unless they were French.   But sometimes it had to be done.  Which was unfortunate for a lady to have to be killed.  However, despite his sexism towards Morgan and Evienne, he did respect them as powerful and a force that could not easily be contained, mostly Evienne, because Morgan was on there side, at least it seemed so for the most part.

"It is a world of flying metal birds through the use of 'science' and squishy squeaking material in the shapes of ducks," Godric conceded, but his smile was one oozing with confidence, and with that wish to cheer up those he considered friends, he added, "However, this land we stand upon is the same earth in which I was buried in many years ago, the land of my parents.  Not enough time has passed to make it not so, or this... resting place would not still be here, nor this village named after me."  Godric laughed to himself and crossed his arms.  "You are very old, but in this time, old does not mean the same as I am used to.  I thought I was getting old, and look at you.  Lady of the Lake.  Congratulations."

[Morgana le Fay]

Morgana had not thought about Evienne for a very long time. She tried to not think about how she had hunted someone that she once called a comrade-in-arms to the furthest edge of Scotland and finally ended centuries of in-fighting. Evienne's death had been necessary, so Morgana ignored the twinge of guilt that she always felt about it. She was Lady of the Lake and had to do what was necessary. Like killing Evienne. Like hiding Avalon. Like finding a way to send the time travelers back, though how she would do so, she did not know. She wasn't even sure if it was possible to return them to their proper times.

She shook her head, refusing to smile even for a moment.

"Would you go to the gates of Hell and congratulate the damned? What I do, and have done, I do out of necessity. Britain needed a proper Lady of the Lake, so I took up Evienne's mantle. The land changes, the world moves on. We can only try to move with it."