As you all know, the four founders of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry are as followed, Godric Gryffindor, Salazar Slytherin, Helga Hufflepuff, and Rowena Ravenclaw, but what if history was wrong?
"Mummy help me!" a tortured little boys voice screamed loudly, sobbing.
I ran as fast as I could, but with each passing minute I felt him getting closer and closer to me. There was no escaping the bad man that wanted to hurt me. A flash of green light every so often made me run that much faster until my already exhausted body exploded into pain and I fell to the dead grass of a graveyard withering in pain.
At first the man was nice to the little boy, but he soon got mean when he didn't do what he was told. The little boy knew it was wrong and naughty and he didn't think his Uncle and Aunt would approve. He had no choice but to say no to the ban man. When he was getting hurt by the stick he ran and ran until the spell actually hit him.
"Mummy help me!" The little boy screamed before he blacked out.
"Mummy help me!" a twenty year old women screamed and sat up in her four poster bed at Hogwarts. Her breathing was hard, sweat running down her face, the sheets, blankets and pillows not even on the bed anymore. She looked around the room to find no one else in there with her. There never was and she was very grateful for it. She was the only Human that inhabited the room she was currently occupying and always would. It was the rooms that Hogwarts herself had given her.
The women with sweat on her forehead had on a red and gold night gown that was frowned upon in this time for it was very short and low on the top. If anyone saw her in it she would be in big trouble. It didn't matter who she was.
The womens name Gudrica Gryffindor. She was one of the four founders of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She had long red hair that she usually wore down. It was wavy and was starting to gray. She ran her hands through the thick graying hair and got up shaking her hair out. She lit a candle and sat at her vanity table brushing it out.
"Tom…. I wont let you hurt my baby Joul…." She said to herself aloud frowning at herself in the mirror.
Harry Potter, the boy who lived, was frightened. He had just woken up from this horrible dream screaming. He could hear his uncle getting out of bed and storming down the hall. He was in big trouble once again. He lay there chained to his bed at Number Four Privet Drive unable to speak, move, or do anything to lessen the pain that was sure to come.
The Scroll of the Founders of Hogwarts
The four founders of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry are as followed, Godric Gryffindor, Salazar Slytherin, Helga Hufflepuff, and Rowena Ravenclaw.
Godric Gryffindor, Salazar Slytherin, Helga Hufflepuff, and Rowena Ravenclaw
The current headmaster of Hogwarts frowned as he read the thousand year old scroll. There wasn't enough information to go by. This is as vague as it will ever be and he didn't know where Hogwarts had put all of the founder's portraits, no one could find them. He didn't have any information of the Founders children or any one related to them! He cursed, he needed more information if he was going to kill the boy. He knew that Harry Potter was the decedent of Godric Gryffindor himself, but he needed documented proof!
Harry Potter closed his eyes tightly when the door opened slowly after the 15 locks were unlocked. He didn't mean to scream and wake everyone up. It's just that the dream was so painful and frightening. He was getting hit by the Cruciatus Curse when he was a little boy. He had been running from Voldemort because he had been a toddler, without a wand, without shelter, without anything. He didn't have a choice but to run. He certainly couldn't say there and get killed. If he was his normal age he would have fought, but it wasn't an option. It never was. He was never able to fight.
He tried to calm his breathing as the door squeaked slowly open. " Harry?" A whispered voice said into the dark room. Harry froze. It wasn't the voice he had been expecting. It was Dudley.
"Harry are you okay?" He whispered again and walked into the room. He heard Dudley walking over to the bed and he closed his eyes tightly and flinched when his shoulder was touched. The hand pulled back quickly as if it had been burned.
"Harry can you talk?" He whispered again. Harry was shaking in fear that he was going to get hit at any moment. "I order you to answer me." He said firmly. Harry opened his eyes to look at his cousin. He could take orders. If he took the orders given to him then he wouldn't be hurt any more then necessary.
If only his friends could see him now. Harry Potter the boy who lived, being treated like a house elf. How they would completely destroy him.
"I can talk." Harry answered shakily and roughly. It sounded like a whisper. He didn't dare say anything louder.
"Sit up. But only if you can." Dudley continued to whisper. Harry tired to sit up but he couldn't. He bit his tongue to keep from screaming out in pain. He saw white spots cloud his vision, but when they cleared he was shocked to see a worried Dudley.
"Stop." He said when Harry tried to sit up once again. Dudley pulled out a gold brooch with a ruby red rock in the middle of it. It was slightly rusty but you could still see the diamonds all around the edge. He pinned it to Harry's ragged clothing and flinched seeing all the blood and broken bones. Before Harry knew it, he felt the horrible pull at his navel.
When Harry opened his eyes he found that he was in the Hospital wing. He looked around to find no other students occupying it and sighed in relief. How had he gotten here again. He was so disoriented and hurting so bad he could barely stay awake. He gasped suddenly remembering that Dudley had put a pendent on him and he was port-keyed here. His mind was foggy and his body in pain, it took him a few moments to realize what had happened.
"Who's there?" Some asked from the doors of the hospital. When they spotted the child bleeding and broken on the hospital bed they rushed over.
"Potter?" The shocked voice said and he flinched away almost falling off of the bed. "Severus! It's Potter!" The nurse yelled and he heard a gasp. They had been talking about the Potions stock and what the nurse would be needing before the school term started. Harry didn't even hear them until the nurse shouted.
"Potter who did this to you?" He asked the boy as he started to summon potions, but it was to late. He saw the light leave the boys eyes. The boy was gone, his green eyes open slightly showing the pain that he had suffered. He couldn't be dead. He just couldn't be. There had to be a sign that he was still alive!
"I cant lose him again!" Severus shouted in his head.
The potions professor and healer looked at the boy-who-was-now-dead. One wasn't shocked to see silver strings of light crawling on his body, moving like thin tiny snakes all over his body and into the pendent that was pinned onto the dead boy.
This was the sign that Severus was waiting for! Hope was not lost after all. He couldn't forgive himself if the boy had died. The nurse was about to touch the boy but Severus stopped her form doing so by grabbing her wrist forcefully. She may not know what was going on but he did. He took out several little bottles and captured the tiny little silver snakes. The nurse protested but he ignored her.
"Don't you dare touch this body until I come back and don't you dare tell anyone that he is here or of what has just happened. If you do I will kill you in a heartbeat." He growled out at her, put wards over the boy and stocked off, his robes billowing behind him. If looks could kill, the nurse would be dead one hundred times over.
Severus Snape, a former Death Eater and prince entered his office and took out his one and only Pensive. He checked every vile and was glad to see everything was there. He had to find Lilya.
It was about 2 hours before the Potions Master entered the Hospital again. The nurse had done what she was told, but had stayed by the dead boy crying her little heart out. All hope was lost to her when she realized that the young boy was dead. He was the boy who lived and had died in his home. Everyone knew that Hogwarts was his home. The castle herself even accepted it. She welcomed him like this had always been his home and he was just returning.
"Quit sniffling you daft women." Severus growled out slightly when he had walked in. Severus frowned deeply and used his wand to cut Harry's clothing, which wasn't much considering that there were so many holes that has been made by either a belt or whip, and pulled back the shirt to revile his stomach and gasped. It was all skin and bones. You could even see the slight bulge of where the heart was. Severus flinched at each heartbeat. His skin was almost translucent.
You could see every vain. Severus thought he was going to throw up and he had seen some nasty things. He vanished all of the blood away and sealed up all of the cuts making them scars. He healed all of the bruising, took out a potion and made the nonmoving body drink it. His skin looked darker and you couldn't see a lot of the veins.
He couldn't do anything about the condition of the body just yet. Severus doubted that the boy would be able to eat anything.
"Severus!" The nurse gasped and tried to make the Potions Master get away from the boy that had been in the hospital for more times than she could count.
"If you think I am being inconsiderate of a dead soul then you are gravely mistaken for this child is not dead!" Severus said and turned back to the young boy. He ignored her and sealed the room so that she couldn't leave.
Only a descendent of the founders were able to seal the rooms with just a wave of their hand, but she didn't know that, no one did. The only other people that would be able to seal the door was if they were married to a close descendent of the founders.
The room glowed green for a few seconds before accepting the wish of Severus Snape. No one could get in or out of this room but him.
"Severus." a soft voice from behind him spoke. He smiled softly and nodded for her to come closer.
"Lilya." He said softly and looked up at her nodding his head in greeting before he continued to heal the boy. He didn't hear another word from the MediWizard.
"Albus knows that Joul is here. He is on his way." She said. She was wearing a dress of old fashion. He knew it was red and gold, the corset gold with red trim and pearl beads at the top the straps that tied the two pieces together, the skirt was red and flowed away from her waist with gold trim at the bottom. The sleeves of the dress billowed and went to her knees. She wore a belt with jewels and that hooked tightly around her waist with the longer part in front of her just barely touching the ground. Her long red hair reached the middle of her back in waves with a pearl headband keeping it out of her face. She wore white gloves and gold and red shoes. She also had on the same pendent that Harry Potter was wearing. She smiled sadly at her child.
"Please sit." He said motioning to the chair next to the bed. He would have helped her into it, like he was taught to do but he was busy trying to save the young boy in front of him. "He wont be able to get in." He said simply to the comment of the Headmaster who was on his way. It didn't bother him. He gave Harry another potion who was pale, to pale for Severus's liking.
"I know. I just didn't want you to be surprised." She said and sat on the chair that Severus pointed out. She would have told him that it wasn't polite to do so, not helping her, but she knew that he was busy and didn't comment on the matter. He had never failed to help her into a chair before, even when they had been toddlers. She knew Harry was a priority over manners.
"Me, surprised? I think you are gravely mistaken my lady." He said jokingly.
"I think not dear sir." She said just as jokingly. She smiled at her alive mate and then at her son Harry. She knew he would be okay, but for how long.
"Lily, I hate to ask this of you, but will you please be so kind as to hand me the smallest green vile in my potions bag. It is the only one that I need currently." He said. Lilly smiled and gladly got the potion. Usually it wasn't proper to ask a lady to do something for a man that involoved medicine or hard labor, but it was needed now.
By the tone Severus was using, she knew her son was going to be okay. She looked at the stunned Professor and glared at her. She had stunned her when she arrived. She was being rather annoying. Lily didn't want to have to deal with someone like her. She had no manners for those of a higher status than her.
"Thank you." He said and nodded to her in thanks taking the vile from her see through hands and poured it into the boy's mouth and started to do a very complex and ancient spell. In fact, it was forbidden, and hadn't been used since one thousand years ago.
Professor Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore knew something was amiss. Harry Potter was in the castle, but how could that be? Harry Potter was supposed to be in Privet Drive chained to a bed! He had not given the order to retrieve him, - not that he ever would -. He would kill whoever took him away from the place.
He would kill Harry Potter for allowing them to take him, well he was going to kill him anyway, but now he had an actual reason. He frowned when he saw a few ghosts enter the Hospital Wing and walked over, but he couldn't get in. When he touched the door his hand was shocked and he was forced back away from the door. He cursed; Hogwarts had sealed the room. He would just have to wait until he was able to enter.
A ghost by the door was smiling and she stopped herself from saying anything, she knew it was an important spell he was doing. It was Gudrica Gryffindor with Salazaria Slytherin. They were holding hands and walking over to him. They were the only few that didn't like floating. They walked over to Severus and frowned at the boy in the bed.
"Oh Joul." Lady Gryffindor thought and went over to her daughter Lily and held out her hand.
"Mother. Lady Slytherin." Lily thought nodding her head to them in greeting. There would be time later for a formal greeting. They all turned back to the boy who they all knew and loved very much. Soon the other two women of the houses came to the Hospital wing.
The spell was a very good spell, but it was forbidden to be used, it was classified as an Unforgivable in their time, but has long since been lost. No one alive but Severus knew of it anymore. But he wasn't the only person alive from that time. You see Severus Snape was not born in the time that he is currently in. He was born one thousand thirty two years ago. As was Lily Evans. But their names are not Lily Evans and Severus Snape. Lily's real name is Evans Lilya Gryffindor-Slytherin and Severus' name is Severus Ithica Prince-Slytherin.
(He had taken the name Slytherin when he was adopted by Lady Slytherin. No records would show it though. They didn't need records. Severus's real last name was Prince. His birth mother had known Lady Slytherin. They had grown up together. When she had pasted away, it was her last wish that Lady Slytherin become his mother. He never knew his real mother.)
Both of his middle names were family names, but he didn't mind having the names. It was an honor to be able to have a family name especially because he wasn't born into the family. In fact if he had another child they were going to have one of the names. He only planned on having two children but if he happened to get more then he would make a new family name. He didn't think he would be able to love anyone but Lilya.
Both Lilya and Snape were sent to the future when they were adults but turned into toddlers when they had arrived. They had grown up knowing who they were, so it made it easier. They both acted like they were meeting for the first time, both knowing that the other knew about both of their past lives.
"Lilya" They said smiling softly knowing the spell was complete when there was a flash of gold and white.
"Harry, can you hear me?" Snape asked frowning slightly when he felt all of the ghosts around him get slightly angry. They didn't like it when people used the child's given name from this time.
They all sighed when the boy moved his head to the side and his hands gripped the bed sheets. Snape and everyone else looked relieved and he gave the boy a sleeping potion so he wouldn't wake up until the morning or until the potion decided the drinker had had enough sleep and by the looks of it he would be needing a lot of it.
"I am going to kill him." Snape growled out and stood. He bowed to all of the ghosts and glared at the door. Lady Slytherin walked away from her mate and put a hand on her adopted sons shoulder.
"Severus Ithica-Prince Slytherin don't you dare do anything you shall regret at a later date."
"Regret? I shall never regret killing that man!" he yelled and his mother who glared at him. " I am sorry mother, but I cant let him get away with this. Joul would have died if that sorry excuse of a nurse had touched him you know this! You know that he is an evil man mother! You know that he sent Joul to that place!" he said and looked at her. He looked at Lilya and she just shook her head. He frowned and turned away. " Take care of him please. Please excuse me." He said and walked away from them leaving the Hospital Wing knowing that it was disrespectful to not bow before leaving, but he knew he would get told later. He had to leave before he really lost it. He saw Albus and he walked over to him frowning.
"Harry Potter, is dead." He told the Headmaster and he had to hold back the anger that was bubbling inside him close to boiling over. His hand twitching just slightly, itching to kill the man when he saw the glee in his eyes. He hid it well, but Severus saw it as clear as daylight. He was trained to do so. He nodded to the headmaster, robes billowing behind him. He headed to the dungeons where he could let everything go without being punished for it. He needed to brew potions. It always helped him calm down.
"Harry dear, wake up." a voice called to the boy that was laying in the bed half asleep. He was having a nightmare. Harry Potter wasn't Harry Potter by birth right. He, like Snape and Lilya, were from the future. He was suppose to come with Snape and Lilya but he was sent about 20 years after. He was given the name Harry James Potter, but his real name is Joul Harry Alex Ithica Ather Gryffindor-Slytherin. He was born very early so his parents decided to give him a long name that he could grow into.
When he came, Lilya and Severus guessed that he was about a week old. They had found him in their bed once night.
"Away with all of you... I don't want Joul to know who you are." Lilya said and made a shooing motion with her hand still looking at her only son. "Harry, wake up..." His mother said softly and put a hand on his shoulder. She was taken aback when he started to shake. He soon started to scream.
"Call Snape." The youngest Gryffindor said before anyone could leave, one of them on their way to get the youngest ghost in the rooms mate.
"Severus. Hogwarts has sealed the Hospital. Surly now that Harry is dead, she would let me enter." Albus said to him when he saw the young potions master once again outside of the Hospital Wing. It had been a few hours since he had seen him. Severus had gotten all of his frustrations out and knew Harry would need positions soon to keep stable. The spell that he had used, only brought back the life, it didn't keep them from dying again.
"There has never been a death in the Hospital Wing Headmaster. Hogwarts is grieving the loss of the savior of the light and will only allow those of healer status to enter. You are not a healer regrettably. I wish that I could bring the boy to you, seeing as you were both very close. You saw him as you grandchild didn't you?" The headmaster nodded.
He was glad that the potions master was so easily fooled. He knew he choose Severus for a very good reason. Severus was glad that the 'Headmaster' was easily fooled. He thought that Severus was playing into his hands, but it was the other way around.
Snape nodded and entered the Hospital Wing seeing his mate next to her son and he smiled softly but frowned hearing and seeing Joul screaming. He was quickly over to Joul and made him swallow a Dreamless Sleep Potion. He noticed that the regular nurse that was here was no longer in sight and he was happy about that. It wasn't enough that she was just stunned.
"I just touched him and he became like that." She said worriedly. She hugged Severus hiding her face in his neck like she use to do when she was alive. He didn't mind the cold feeling that went through him when Lilya touched him. It was an icy feeling but it was better then Lilya not being able to touch him at all. The founders and Lilya were the only ghosts in the whole castle that could pick up objects and touch the living.
"He has been severally damaged my princess. I will be moving him in a few days to Prince Manner, not even the Headmaster knows where it is. No one will be able to get to him there and he will learn all about his Heritage and who he really is. It was a very irritable problem that we had to face, him not being to keep his memories, but I would have rather taken that, then not have him be here at all even thought we all knew it was very dangerous." His princess nodded and kissed him on the lips before looking at the now quite boy in the hospital bed.
" I wish to come with you." She said and frowned already knowing the answer. Even they didn't know where the portraits where of them. They didn't even know who took them. None of them had a way into Prince Manner
"You know you are bound here Princess." He said quietly frowning and kissed her softly. He was saddened that she wasn't able to come with him. He stayed at the castle, his real home, as much as he could because he hated to leave his dead mate.
"I shall stay here until he awakens." She decided and Severus helped her into the chair she had been using before. He held her hand and sat down in the chair she had been using earlier and guided her to sit on his lap. He was going to miss her when he was at Prince Manor.
"I love you Mr. Slytherin."
"As do I Princess Slytherin."