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Children. They were teaching children. 

Rowena, Godric, Salazar; they tended to forget that. They saw young minds, young acolytes – eyes that would look up to them. Not innocence. Not childish wonder.

Toughen them, said Godric.

Make them smart, said Rowena.

And ambitious, above all, said Salazar.

But war and the real world; that was not where children belonged. Aye, they would belong one day, but it was not their part to turn them cruel, make them hard, make their eyes dart sideways always looking for ways to twist the world to further their own ends. They were to protect them. Shield them from the worst so that some good, some kindness would find its way into an ever darkening world. To give them weapons and teach them how to use them, but never tell them that those weapons were their only hope.

She’d seen in all the battles she’d rode out to just how dark the world could be. Was it not their duty to bring light into this world? To fight darkness with light; not with more darkness – with divisiveness and strife and hatred?

I will take them all, she said. 

I will protect the ones you will not. I will save them. I will give them a home. They will be the last rays of all that is good in this world. I will teach them kindness. I will teach them loyalty. I will teach them selflessness.

I will teach them how to be the backbone, the heart of this world. I will teach them how to stand steadfast, when all hope is lost. 

I will teach them how to be human, to be more than just one single word.

No, she knew, theirs would not be an easy path, or a glorious one. They would have no songs. No great tales in books. No laurels. No consolation, no thanks.

But they would be the reason why, when the darkness finally came, all of them in all their different colours would stand shoulder to shoulder and draw their wands as brothers in arms.

Not for achievements. Not for trophies. Not for power.

For goodness. For hope.

And when the time came for them to choose the words that would forever guide the children that would come to them, Helga smiled and engraved, upon a bronze plaque, these words:

Draco dormiens nunquam titillandus.

(But her students remembered a very different set of words. Hogwarts will always be there to welcome you home.)

(Helga Hufflepuff requested by boney-eyes-jefferson)

#and this my friends is why no one is quite sure what a hufflepuff really is#the answer is: everyone #they come in a million different shapes and sizes#they could be braver than gryffindors #and more cunning and more ambitious than slytherins #even smarter than ravenclaws #but they all come to hufflepuff #and there learn to be loyal and fair and goodhearted #and that quite possibly #is why hufflepuff has hardly any dark witches and wizards #because they have learnt how to be the very last line of defence #before chaos takes over the world #and thisTHIS is the sleeping dragon you do not tickle #because if they can’t protect the earth you can be damned well sure they’ll avenge it #look i gave myself hufflepuff feels

I’M CRYING.

I HAVE CHILLS.

This. This exactly.

When Helga Hufflepuff said “I will take the rest”, she was NOT saying, “Ugh, fine, give me the little shits you don’t want and I’ll see what I can do with em.” She was saying that not every child is particularly brave or ambitious or perceptive, and that is not bad.

If you were 11 years old and had just gotten your letter to Hogwarts and you got there and saw what was to be your home for seven years and met your new brothers and sisters, only to be turned around for not having a specific personality trait, how would you feel?

Think of something you are good at in the real world, be it writing or drawing or telling jokes or sports or what have you. Now imagine you are told that you can never do that thing again just because you aren’t particularly brave, ambitious, or perceptive.

Helga Hufflepuff believed, as I too believe, that there is good and great potential in every single person on this world, and everyone, EVERYONE, deserves a chance to show what they can do and to be taken seriously.

Helga Hufflepuff was not begrudgingly taking “The Rest”, she was lovingly, joyfully, enthusiastically holding out her arms in support and encouragement to anyone and everyone willing to accept.

That is why I am a Hufflepuff. Because EVERYONE deserves a chance to live up to their potential.

@ohmy-giddyaunt-bananas-are-cool

But this is the depth I think @ohtheclevernessofme1972 put in Helga… And that is why I am always so excited to see what she’s giving us next. I want to know what she thinks of the relationships between Helga and the other founders are. Helga gives her heart to her students. In a team of people you need traits of all four houses not just those who are great enough to fight battles but those with the hearts to know when the battle is not worth the casualties. Hufflepuff is the house of the kind and all around good. I always saw this house as that one that offered a home for those who were too many things to just be brave, smart, or cunning, they were all three.

Oh my lordy I am crying. There are literal tears falling. This is the MOST BEAUTIFUL thing I have EVER read. EVER.  @lettersfromtunie I can’t process how honored and grateful and pleasantly surprised I am that you tagged me in this. You made my entire life. 

This is Helga. This is what it means to be a Hufflepuff. This is why I am so in love with Helga Hufflepuff. She takes things that are dark, and cold, and turns them ever so slightly to see light, hope, and goodness. She is a force to be reckoned with. I cannot even describe the feelings I have right now. 

This is the perfect description.

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