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Bob
by Twitchster
It is impossible to know our world and not hear of them. They?re in every history book, every story of our past. They?re in all the old documents and paintings, they?re in the stories we tell our children at bed time.
Some have put their minds to work and have deduced that they were siblings. However few know that they were born the same day, the same hour, and only minutes apart. Fewer still know that there was a fifth child born that day. What modern day would call quintuplets, their joyous family called a Miracle. Now Bob, as he was known as because Roberonitius is a hard name for children to say, was different from his siblings. When Godric took on a rampaging demon, it was to save Baby Brother Bob who had wandered into the nest unknowingly.
When Bob was poisoned by an unknown demon, it was Rowena who thought to save him with a Bezoar. It was Salazar who chased after Bob when he was kidnapped, and only Salazar?s cunning and quick thinking that let them escape unharmed.
And it was big sister Helga that held him when the other children in the village would tease him. For you see, Bob was not like his siblings. Yes, they had grown together even in the womb, and they loved each other dearly, but he was different. His father blamed it on Bob being one of five babies, "The magic wasn't split right."
His elder siblings were very powerful witches and wizards, but Bob was not. Bob was very magically weak. But Bob didn't let that stop him. Bob was a very jovial fellow who was always singing and happy despite his lack of magic.
While his mother would teach the elder four, Bob could usually be found building things with his father. He had a great talent for it and was well known for what he could build. They grew, and soon were young adults. His siblings spread to the world taking new names and going to start lives of their own, but Bob stayed home working and building his own name as a crafter. He built a life for himself with his skills, even fell in love with a muggleborn witch whom he married and had a child with.
It wasn't long after the infant?s birth that his siblings came to him. Now, he had heard stories of their adventures from travelers, each more extravagant then the next but now to find the stories true! "We want to start a school." Rowena told him. "And we want you to build it." Helga smiled.
Bob agreed, happy to do anything for his siblings. So the next day, he, his wife, and their child left with his family to go to where they had chosen to build this grand school. Bob couldn't have been happier to be working. In only a year the school was built. Bob and his family stayed behind with his siblings.
His wife helped in the classes while bob would take care of the school. For ten years they worked in greatness, but one day the time came to defend the school. Some dark wizard tried to destroy them and their school. He was killed but not before great tragedy struck.
Bob never was good at magic, but he knew he had to defend the children in the school. He had rushed out to battle quickly defending, but now lay dying. Helga held him and cried and Salazar cursed the now dead wizard kicking at his dead body. Godric and Rowena however had a Plan. Using Rowena's rune knowledge and Godric's strength they made a pact of sorts with death. Bob's once healthy soul escaped his dying body and with Godric?s sacrifice of 1/2 his strength and Rowena's rune's got bound to the only near thing they had ?
Godric?s hat hastily removed. And so Bob lived, in a way. His siblings felt horrible about his fate. After the battle Salazar was never the same again. He left them months later. Bob looked at his fate differently, in a quite happy light. He had made Godric collapse in laughter and Helga drop her cup in shock the first time he had wondered aloud if he could, "Pull a rabbit out of myself..." He greeted each New Year with gusto and love, each new student was greeted personally.
As his siblings aged, he did not. It seems his soul would remain the age it had been when his body died. When the last of his siblings had gone it was his only child and his nephew, who currently ran the school he had built for his siblings, who consoled him, telling him this way he would always be able to watch their legacy grow.
Each year would pass as time was prone to do and soon everyone he had known was gone, replaced by strangers who looked like them; decedents. Bob never ages, he'll never die. Most who know his sad story are the Heirs who know of their heritage; sometimes a Ravenclaw will discover the truth and ask him, "What happened?" What happened to Bob's family? Where are they now? You ask. Ah, Bob knows, but that?s a story for another time.