A/N: Alright so, first off, this is not entirely my story. It is a request, but I am taking all creative liberties. If I fail on making this what they want, well… that's not my problem. This is a Salazar and Harry fic, so timey wimey space stuff (hehe whovians). Alright though. I won't spoil the other details that Vampygurl402 gave me, because that's what you are here for, right?

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. I kinda don't much own this, but how it proceeds and how I work it, well, that I do. Oh and before you tear me a new one, this fic TOTALLY wrecks the notions created about timeturners and time in general. Usually, you can't leave your own space/time continuum. WELL F**K THAT SHIT! Hehe.. Yeah actually, just keep in mind that I don't feel like going into detail about space and/or time. And for this, being a request, I can only do so much and I really like the pairing idea, I just have no solid ideas on how to make time work. So I will spew everything out my bum because that's just how I roll.

Warning: Thank God this wasn't a M/F request, cause I don't do that shit right now. SO yeah, M/M. Don't like it? Get out. And I'll leave the cookies request out for now because I don't even know how much I'm going to like this.

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Harry ducked his head as he dashed into the potions room, knowing that he was late and praying that the dungeon bat wouldn't be present yet himself. To his luck… or lack thereof, Severus' eyes lifted as he entered and a sneer presented itself.

"Ten points from Gryffindor, for ineptitude for punctuality. As usual," He said snidely as he swept about the room. "I'll let you sit next to Miss Granger today so as to avoid any extensive messes for you to need to clean up for your detention tonight. Mr. Weasley, make sure that Mr. Longbottom doesn't ruin anything either," Snape directed about the room even as directions and ingredients were listed upon the board. "Get going," He said dismissively.

Harry groaned before studying the list carefully and went to get his armful of ingredients. He checked with Hermione before he finished off gathering the listed items and sat down. He dutifully chopped, crushed, sliced, minced, grated, and stirred for Hermione while she added the ingredients and kept an eye on the heat and consistency.

They probably came out with the best form of the potion, and yet he still called more praise to Malfoy and Goyle.

Let the ranting and raving commence. He tore out of the room the moment that they were dismissed. He went immediately up to the common room, not even bothering with dinner much to Ron's chagrin.

Hermione gripped the redhead's wrist as she dragged him up after their friend and Ron looked dismayed towards the Great Hall. "Harry, you were late, I gave you all the warning that I could. You should stop going out so late! You'll have to put up with the detention, you might as well grab something to eat before going," She said, ever the dutiful responsible one.

Harry glared. "It wasn't the detention or me being late, or anything else other than the fact that he's a prat. We probably did our best work and he still showers all of his praise upon Malfoy and one of his fat cronies! I don't try to be the delinquent child that he seems to expect from me, but lo and behold, he still won't give credit where credit is due," was the whiney response though not without due reasoning.

"Harry, you'll just have to put up with it however you can. He's not going to change so easily and we only have a couple of more years, let's just work through this and learn what we can before we are thrown into the war," Hermione says with as much sympathy as she can rightfully share. "We're going down to supper, make sure you're not late to your detention," She dismisses, knowing that it is best to leave Harry to his thoughts.

Harry flops across the couch he had previously been occupying and when he knows that the tower is empty of all other house members, a thought flickers into his head. "Accio time turner," He tries and to his surprise, it flies into his hand and he grins at it. He studies it for as long as he can but he can't come to any reasoning as to how many turns he should give it. He knows that three did it to get them to the afternoon before Buckbeak and Sirius were endangered, so how many would it take to get him to just a few hours. He stood and paced for the last few minutes that he knew wouldn't end with him in incredible trouble with Snape. He puts it on and glances to the clock. "What's the worst that can happen?" He inquires to the air before flicking the dial once, twice, maybe a little more, no, shoot! He watches the common room vanish before his eyes and curses as time speeds up in reverse before it comes to slow down after ages of him waiting there. He blinks at the brightness of the room and notices that it's missing all of the characteristic red, and the roof isn't there. "Oh bloody hell," He muttered even as he dashed out the door, turning to see no pink lady, and no paintings around the other walls either. He dashes as quickly to the Great Hall as he can, grateful that the stairs are still in regular working order. He pushes open the great oaken doors and is immediately in the view of four persons. He shrinks back and blinks at them in wonder. He lifts up the timeturner to look at it and realizes that the little thing has broken. "Lovely," He curses, knowing that he's probably stuck now. Sand was pouring out even as he'd been turning it, so time had run out on him, literally.

Green eyes looked back up to the three figures sitting and the one standing. "Might I ask who you are and what you are doing here?" Is the soft question from a young woman in blue with her raven hair done up around a strange tiara.

"My… My name is Harry, Harry Potter, and I was here before, I'm just not sure when I am?" He tested, wondering if they could figure out his dilemma or help him at all.

Another man stands beside the first and rests a soothing hand on the irritated shoulder. "Calm yourself, Godric, he's not even a matured wizard. Perhaps he has heard of our plans for this place once it is completed," are the silken words.

"It's going to be a school, right?" Harry inquired.

"Correct you are, Harry, for young witches and wizards. There are others already standing and with many students overflowing in them, we thought it would be good of us to join in and help them," the woman in blue said again.

"Wait, so… You must be Lady Ravenclaw, Rowena Ravenclaw!" Harry squawked out. "That means… You are Helga Hufflepuff, You're Godric Gryffindor, and you're Salazar Slytherin. I'm standing with the founders of Hogwarts. Bloody Hell!" Harry gasped as he sat down and put his head between his knees. This was unbelievable.

Rowena and Helga stood and rushed over to the boy even while Salazar made a more tentative approach. "Don't worry now dear, we can figure out a way to get you back to where you need to be," Rowena soothes with Helga grinning.

"I'm sure you're hungry, how about we go get you something to eat!" Is the kindly chitter from the yellow garbed girl, probably barely 19.

Harry nods and stands with her, taking in the young man before them. He must be 19 as well while the other two seem quite a bit older.

Green eyes meet grey nearly silver and a shiver passed through them both. Harry allowed himself to be led down by the legendary Helga Hufflepuff even as the others followed, though much more silently than the now chattering girl.

Harry felt comforted by the presence of this girl and wondered why he didn't have more Hufflepuff friends, especially if they were even partially like their founder. He sat and watched her bustle about with Rowena while Salazar sat beside him and Godric sat across from Salazar, seeming to be in constant thought.

"You say you don't know when you are, which presumes you know time travel. You know of us, which means you are from the future… I hope. So, what shall we do with this knowledge to help get you back to your rightful time, Harry?" Godric begins to question out loud, not unlike how Ron actually process things, much to Harry's amusement.

"Merlin never even dabbled in that art, he left time to itself, knowing how dangerous it was," Rowena says with a huff. "However you got here, and if you ever get back, make sure they know what a nightmare it is," She said with a rightful huff as she brought a plate over for their little guest.

"I definitely will, but… do you mind if we forget about that right now?" Harry asked. "I've have to say I'm kind of grateful that this happened. Because my time was getting rather annoying and absolutely frustrating," He explained further.

"Of course, we can be the perfect distraction too, you know," Salazar said in a playful voice as Helga sat and Rowena pulled up another chair to sit on the end of the long table that quite resembled the tables used for the houses in the Great Hall.

Harry nodded and ate while the school founders all talked around him and he felt like he was in a daydream. "So, what plans can you tell me about what you have for the place?" He inquires as he gestures around them.

"We already have all of the details set. Gryffindor tower will finish within the month," Godric said with a cheery demeanor now. "Four houses, an assortment of courses, meals held upstairs where we met, it'll be wonderful!" He goes on.

"Sounds lovely," Harry says coyly. He suspected that they knew approximately how much he knew about the place, but he knew better than to share anything, lest space and time cease to exist around him, but that's not the concern right now, obviously, because Salazar just said something, and Harry can't quite recall what because he had yawned. "Sorry, I'm not bored, but it's already been quite a while, and when I was, I was just a few hours from heading to bed," He explained, though no one had seemed to ask for it.

"Well we don't exactly have the beds or even items to transfigure into beds much around here," Rowena begins before Salazar leaps at the chance he seems to have been waiting for.

"I have the largest space, not to brag, you guys just like your modest space," He teased. "Would you like to stay with me, Harry?" Salazar asked with a glittering smile that would make every other girl… aside from Rowena, swoon.

Harry nodded and despite the distinct fact that he's not a girl, his cheeks flushed, though he wasn't surprised by this. Ron had been quite the vocal one about his sexuality, but Harry had kept his quiet, meaning even the tabloids that would make up the "scary" stuff about their savior hadn't gone so far as to think Harry Potter gay. But that is just what they'll deal with one day. "That sounds fine," he adds to make sure that he isn't sounding too eager.

Salazar didn't miss it though, but he'll be accommodating. "Very well, then I'll bid you fellows an early good night," He dismisses as he stands and guides Harry out of the kitchens, down towards the dungeons, but goes off on an early wing to an "empty" portrait that is quickly filled when Salazar clears his throat.

"AH! Good evening Lord Slytherin! I see you have some company!" The woman in the portrait says with a warm smile to Harry who is shuffling uncomfortably. He still isn't fond of the dungeons.

"Good evening to you too, Eloise, and yes, I'll see if you two can be introduced later, for now, he's been through quite a day, so nightshade," he says, obviously giving the password.

Harry chuckles softly as they enter and the moment he's within the private quarters of Salazar Slytherin, his jaw is floored. It is warm and the feeling of comfort is easily conveyed. He vaguely registers Salazar offering for him to make himself comfortable while he makes the sleeping arrangements for them and leaves. Harry is drawn towards the fire and plush couches around it and practically falls into one curling up against the back of the couch and most likely drifting off like that, if his wake up is anything to go by.

"I hoped that you would be comfortable, I didn't expect you to fall asleep within minutes," are the words that slowly rouse him as his hair is gently tousled. "Harry, you should really either lay down here or some with me, I made up the bed and if you'd prefer, I can sleep out here," is the soft offer as Harry blinks sleepily up at the dark haired man who is fondling his hair.

A noncommittal sound leaves him and he can't find the words or the will in him to tell Salazar to either stop messing with his hair, or give an answer to the request. He finally wakes just enough to take in the room again. "Your place is so comfortable. No one that I've met has taste like yours," he compliments.

"I shall take great pride in that then. And believe me, I'm alone in my tastes as well," he assures him.

"If I had my own place to decorate, I'd probably base it after this room," Harry jokes though he probably means that quite a bit.

"Well, if you think this is comfortable, you'll love the bedroom," Salazar says with a sharp glint in his eye before he shifts and Harry squeaks as he's lifted. "You're light," he notes.

"Yeah, um…" Harry tries to come up with an explanation for his aunt and uncle starving him every summer.

"You'll just have to take some more of Helga's cooking," is the light continuation and a giddy grin that speaks volumes of his pleasure at being able to carry Harry without protest.

Harry's cheeks flush bright pink before he is gently settled down into the plushest bed he's ever felt. He finally realizes that he was staring at Salazar's profile. He decides that this wasn't the worst distraction, but now his eyes are taking in the cool toned room, in fair contrast to the sitting room. Mainly blues still as what had adorned the other room, but now flecks of green and silver that spoke of his Slytherin nature were more prominent. The warm wood bedframe stood out and the deep blue sheets that now enfolded Harry were as soft as satin. He melted into them and was nearly out again before he nearly jumped out of his skin when a hand touched his cheek. "Um… sorry, I don't want to steal your bed from you, I can go sleep on the couch," Harry tried to escape before he was pressed, gently, back into the bed.

"Don't worry about it, I shouldn't have woken you," Salazar said softly as he flicked his wand at the sheets, making them wrap around Harry. He then turned towards the door.

"I don't want to give you the wrong idea. I'm flattered, Salazar, but… I hardly know you. And I'm hardly put off by the thought of men," Harry babbles.

"Yes well, I'd be burned at the stake for thoughts of them, so I hope you are more accepted in your time," he whispered. "Good night," He added before he was gone.

Harry shivered at the emptiness that the room now held. Once comfort and warmth, and utter peace, now cold, harsh, and lonely. He trembled before parting from the warm sheets and trailing after the mysterious man that he'd only seen as a portrait in Severus' office, and in history books, all of him as his older, probably more withdrawn self. He wanted to see this elegant, young face of cheekbones, long, soft ebony hair, and eyes that shone like a silver dagger. He found Salazar with his eyes already shut and breathing steadily on the couch. He took care to make no sound as he rounded the couch and leaned over Salazar, not even starting when emerald met quicksilver.

Soft lips were pressed together and molded. A sigh escaped on set, or possibly both, and in a heartbeat, a hand was tangled into shorter midnight locks. Harry was pressed down to the floor and quickly covered with a larger body, though still similarly lithe. A shiver escaped each body and a careful claw raked down Harry's back, slitting his shirt and making it much easier to part, as warm hands did. Somehow Harry missed that one sign that was otherwise unknown to him as soft fingers no longer gave way to the claws that they had been, though in the midst of the kiss, he did find another clue that something was a bit odd. He broke away and looked up at blown pupils with ones equally blown and observed the man above him with wonder. He took in lengthened incisors and possibly something tousled in his hair, but he couldn't tell for sure. As he reached up a hand he found it captured just before his lips were sealed to Salazar's again. The need for breath was forgotten for ages, just the need to feel each other's warmth and the comfort that each offered the other. Before Harry could react, once again, he was in Salazar's arms and they were on their way back to the bedroom. Harry shivered in anticipation of what may come but was equally surprised when Salazar just tucked them both into the bed and held him close.

"We'll speak more in the morning, Harry, just sleep," He breathed.

Harry trembled at the softness of those words but quickly found himself complying.

A/N: I'm going to leave that as chapter 1 because I'm nervous and awkward about this… hopefully I can get some good feedback and see if this has a good future, though I know that only one person's opinion matters for it.