:right. I don't own Harry Potter, just this story so please don't sue me.
Harry and Ron sat next to each other in potions class counting down the minutes until the class was over. The small, dark, dingy, drafty classroom was unbearable on it's own, but with Snape breathing down their necks while they were trying to brew something as complex as the de-aging potion it was a miracle that no one had blown up yet. They may have been fifth years but five years of Snape's teaching made potions beyond comprehension.
Harry looked around the class in boredom. He already knew that he had failed this assignment. The potion was supposed to be a glowing sky blue. His was jet black and the consistency of tar. Probably not useful for a de-aging potion, but maybe if his slipped it into Snapes food….
Attempting and failing to pull the stirring stick out of the thing his potion had become, Harry dismissed his daydream of killing Snape. He'd have to be drunk and stoned as well as blind, deaf, and dumb not to notice the goop in his lunch. Sighing, Harry looked at Ron's potion, which looked pretty much the same, except his was covered in vile looking purple foam. Sharing a look of hopelessness, the duo looked at the desk in front of them where Nevile was sitting.
Nevile wasn't good at potions on the best of days. On average, he blew up or melted at least three cauldrons in one class. That was probably why he was sitting alone. Nobody was willing to risk bodily harm to try and help him out. Unfortunately, this made him more nervous, making his potions skills go from horrid to non existent.
Harry and Ron stared in horror as Nevile's potion started glowing a strange, evil purple. The poor kid was oblivious and kept stirring. The glow was steadily getting brighter and brighter. Looking around for Snape, Harry and Ron saw him standing as far away from Nevile as possible and grinning evilly.
In unison both Harry and Ron jumped over their desks. Snape began yelling at them for disrupting his class, but they didn't notice. Grabbing Neivile's arms they threw him back across their desks and away from his time bomb of a potion.
Suddenly the potion glowed a brilliant white, blinding everyone in the class. The class shielded their eyes as the brilliant glow illuminated every inch of the dungeon class room. The light faded, but everyone was still temporarily blind.
"Potter, Weasley, fifty points from Gryffindor each for your idiocy! In all my years of tea-" Snape cut off mid rant win he realized that the area where the cauldron and the two trouble makers was a smoking crater. His eyes widened in horror just as Hermione Granger screamed. Nevile Longbottom was staring at his old cauldron in horror, unable to move.
"H-harry, R-Ron? Oh God, Harry, Ron!" Hermione sobbed.
"Mr. Longbottom, Escort Ms. Granger to the Infirmary and tell Madam Pomphery to give her a calming drought. Ms. Greengrass, go to the headmasters office immediately. Tell him there's been an accident and," Snape paused and took a deep breath, "and tell him we lost Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasley. Everyone else go back to your dormitories."
Everyone left in shock, Nevile supporting a sobbing Hermione. Snape took a seat behind his desk sullenly. Cradling his head in his hands, the potions Professor sighed deeply. Reaching into a drawer of his desk he pulled out a bottle of firewhisky and took a deep swig. Starring at the bottle for a minute, he took another long drink before throwing the bottle across the room. It shattered loudly on the stone walls.
"Goddammit!" He yelled.
"Severus," a grandfatherly voice from the door said. "Perhaps you should tell me what happened." Snape spun around to look at the very old looking Professor Dumbledore. The customary twinkle was gone and he looked every one of his 157 years.
"They're gone," Snape said simply, with a shrug of his shoulder. 'Nothing is going to be the same," Snape thought sullenly to himself. And he couldn't have been more right.
Harry opened his eyes blearily and looked around the room he was in. If the white bed was anything to go by then he was in the infirmary. He couldn't really tell without his glasses as everything looked like grey and white blobs. Sighing, Harry tried to remember what had happened. Ron and him had just gotten Nevile away from his cauldron when everything went white and- and he woke up here. That was all Harry could remember.
Voices coming towards him broke Harry out of his thoughts. He closed his eyes to make t look like he was sleeping. The last thing Harry wanted was for Madam Pomphery to start fussing over him.
"But I don't understand it Helga. How can these two look so much like us? I know I don't have any illegitimate son's, but I can't speak for Salazar,"
"Oh, shut up you imbecile. I would never cheat on Rowena and for them to be our children we would have had to conceive them when we were twelve. I didn't lose my virginity that early Godrick, though I can't speak for you,"
"Stop it both of you! If you wake them up, so help me, you'll need the infirmary as well!"
"Fine, fine. Let's go give our unexpected guests a visit then."
When the door opened Harry still hadn't recovered from his shock. Those people, if what they called each other was anything to go by, were the founder. But they hadn't been alive for over a thousand years! Harry was so shocked he forgot to fake being asleep.
"Ah, so you're awake. Good! I'm Godrick Gryffindor and this is Helga Huffelpuff on my left and the dark, brooding man on my right is Salazar Slytherin. You are currently at Hogwarts. Now, would you be so kind as to tell us your name?" the red blur that was, supposedly, Godrick Gryffindor asked.
"Uh, yeah, sure. But first, could you give me my glasses?" Harry asked his voice just barely above a whisper.
"What are glasses and why exactly do you need them?" the green blur asked with a frown in his voice.
"They're two pieces of glass in metal frames, like small windows only circular. I need them to see." Harry said patiently, like he was talking to a child.
"You have a problem with your eyes?" the yellow blur asked. "I could fix your eyes for you if you want. Though I must wonder why you haven't had it done before. It is a relatively simple charm."
"Uh, yeah, that would be nice, if you don't mind?" Harry asked tentatively. The yellow blur seamed to shake, which must have been a nod, and muttered some Gaelic Words quietly. Suddenly the world came into focus and Harry found himself staring at older versions of him and Ron and a pleasant looking blonde haired woman with comforting blue eyes. She reminded him, eerily, of Albus Dumbledore.
"You were going to tell us your name, boy," the older version of Harry in the Green robes said with annoyance. Harry glared at him.
"I'm not a boy! I'm fifteen years old!" Harry yelled.
"You certainly don't look like one," Salazar said coldly. "You look like you're still a second or third year."
"Fuck you!" Harry said, unconsciously speaking in parcel tongue. Salazar's eyes widened comically.
"You're a parceltongue. How is that possible? Only members of my family can speak parcel tongue." Salazar hissed harshly.
"I, uh, may or may not be from the future," Harry said, scratching the back of his head uncomfortably. Slytherin stared at Harry in dumb shock.
"So, Salazar, you said something about not having any illegitimate children?" Godrick said, glancing at the two nervously. He flinched violently when they both stopped their starring contest to glare at him. "Twins then?" Godrick said weakly. Everyone conscious in the room just rolled their eyes.
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