Harry Potter Fights Back Chapter 1

Hey everyone. To anyone wondering I am continuing this story. I have combined that current chapter into 2 larger chapters, which suits my current writing style more. I will try and update this story every 2 weeks, depending on how much school work I have(Calculus is kicking my ass). Sorry for any mistakes in the story, I tried to fix them but I may have missed a few. If you have any concerned feel free to leave a review or pm me.

-Kit

Harry groaned as he looked around. The world was blurry. Where were his glasses? What Harry could see, however, was unfamiliar. The last thing he remembered was being his with an unknown spell. Whatever it was, it was probably dark. Harry heard footsteps vaguely seeing a hand appear in his field of vision. A hand that held a familiar pair of glasses.
"I assume these are your's?" The owner of the hand said smoothly. Harry nodded gratefully, sliding the glasses onto his face. Harry looked up and,realizing he was laying on stone, quickly stood while brushing off his clothes. Not that it helped any; his clothes were torn and bloodied from the tournament.
The man who had handed Harry his glasses raised an eyebrow but, thankfully, didn't comment. Harry took a moment to examine his surroundings. The floor, walls, and ceiling were made of familiar stone. Hogwarts. But it was different; almost... newer.
The man stood in front of him, calmly waiting. He had raven hair that was pulled into a high ponytail with a green ribbon. He wore a white tunic-like shirt and dark brown trousers under a simple but elegant black robes. The man cleared his throat, getting Harry's attention.
"What is your name, Little One?" He asked. Harry frowned at the nickname but ignored it, he's been called worse.
"Isn't it rude to ask someone their name before giving your own?" Harry ask. The man's polite smile widened.
"True, but isn't it also considered rude to enter one's chambers without permission?" The man replied teasingly. Harry nodded. Looking around he could see that he was in someone's bedroom.
"Hadrian James Potter. Harry." Harry held out his hand to shake. He was surprised when his name didn't draw a reaction from the man.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Harry." He grasped Harry's forearm. "My name is Salazar Slytherin."
Harry felt like he was going to pass out. Salazar Slytherin? As in the Founder Salazar Slytherin? Harry started panicking. He really couldn't stay out of trouble could he? 'Calm down,' Harry told himself when he started to shake. 'It'll do no good if you start hyperventilating.' Harry took a deep breath. First things first, find out if he's telling the truth.
"Salazar Slytherin, like the Founder of Hogwarts?" Harry asked quickly, hoping he hadn't offended him. Salazar didn't appear to mind the incredibility.
"The one and only. Though, seeing as the school hasn't opened, I would like to ask how you knew that." Salazar stated frowning. Harry gulped and Salazar's green eyes narrowed. After lots of internal debating Harry replied.
"I'm from the future. I know how it sounds but it's the truth." Harry said quickly. Salazar froze, processing what Harry said. He didn't think Harry was lying, so by default he must be telling the truth, right? Salazar looked at the young man before him. It would explain his style of dress, as well as the things he had slid on his face. The young man, Harry?, had wild hair and green eyes that surpassed emeralds in their brightness. He couldn't help but believe him, as illogical as it may be.
"Very well." Salazar said. Harry felt shock, he hadn't expected it to be that easy.
"You believe me?" Harry ask.
"You have given me no reason to doubt you, so why should I?" A small frown formed on Harry's face. Salazar looked down at Harry.
"What's wrong?." Salazar asked gently.
"Nothing. Most people like to see the worst in me, I guess. Most people don't believe what I say." Harry muttered, trying to make himself seem smaller. He flinched when Salazar grabbed his shoulders and drew him into a hug. He slowly relaxed when he felt a hand run through his hair, calming him down.
"I will always believe you, until you give me a reason not to." Salazar said, squeezing Harry before pulling back.
"Now, I believe that it is time for the afternoon meal. care to join me?" All Harry can do is nod and follow Salazar out the door, thinking about how he seemed different than everyone described him. Harry followed Salazar in a sedate pace, taking a moment to study the surroundings.
The Hogwarts Harry knew wasn't very different from the one he saw now. The one Harry saw now had less cracks in the walls, less weathering on the floors created by thousand of students walking through the hallways. Small details that made this place lose it's homey feeling. Harry rushed forward when he realized that he was being left behind.
A few hallways later the came to the Great Hall, The wooden doors Harry knew from his time were replaced with an open archway, framed in stone. Salazar looked at Harry and smiled reassuringly, telling Harry that he'd be fine. Harry nodded to Salazar and stepped through the doorway.

The other three founders were sitting where the Professors usually would except, instead of a rectangular table, the founders sat at a round table. Directly in front of the door sat Godric Gryffindor, to his right sat Rowena Ravenclaw, and Helga Hufflepuff in front of him. To his left sat an empty chair, presumably where Salazar usually sat.
When Harry and Salazar entered the founder's looked up at them, the table magically expanding to fit another person. The founders rose to greet them.
"I didn't know we were expecting a guest." Godric said to Salazar.
"Neither did I." Salazar replied while chuckling.

Dinner, or Supper, with the Founder was a strange affair. It wasn't tense but it wasn't comfortable. The Founders were nothing like Harry expected. Godric Gryffindor wasn't brash or reckless, like most people in the Gryffindor House, but chose his words with care and precision. Rowena Ravenclaw wasn't cold or a Know-it-all but warm and Down-to-Earth. Helga Hufflepuff wasn't meek and quiet but loud and strong-willed. And Salazar. Salazar was opposite of everything Harry had expected. He was kind, gentle, and doesn't seem very judgemental.
Someone clearing their throat brought Harry out of his thoughts. Harry looked around, the Founders were looking at him expectantly. Harry realized that he'd missed something. Salazar smiled at him. Salazar knew that, if he were in Harry's position, he would be overwhelmed too.
"I said these are my Co-Founders: Godric Gryffindor, Rowena Ravenclaw, and Helga Hufflepuff." Salazar repeated himself.
"You may call me Godric."
"Rowena."

"Helga."
Harry nodded.
"My friends, this is Hadrian James Potter. He claims he is from the future, I am inclined to believe him." Salazar spoke once the others were done. The others eyes Harry doubtfully but wheels were turning in Rowena's head.
"Then ,young Hadrian, tell us your story." Rowena said.
Harry told them everything. How he was left with his Maternal Aunt and her family, his treatment under their care, being told he was a Wizard, his first experience in Diagon Alley, how he was almost sorted into Slytherin. He told them of the prejudice from the British Wizarding World towards anything dark. He told them everything he could think of, ending with the graveyard and being sent to the past.
By the end of his tale the others were in shock. Things had definitely changed in the future. Each Founder had different reactions but Salazar's was the most prominent. He was pale with shock and red with anger. He was shocked that people thought of him a evil, though he could understand. Snakes are commonly associated with darkness and people distrusted them. He was angry with humanity in general. Do people see only what they want to see? How could anyone abuse and neglect a child like that? In this time every child was something to treasure, as few children were born.
Harry had had bear everything alone, but no more. Salazar promised himself silently. Harry would not have to suffer through it alone. Salazar would be there to help him, even if that meant abandoning his life here and following Harry to the future.

Harry would never be alone again.

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