Title: Angel's Protection

Author: Blackest Grim

Rating: M

Summery: It is Harry's Seventh Year and he has already defeated the monster his world feared with the help of old friends and the new friends he found in ex-Death Eaters and Slytherins. It is now only a week until they graduate and Ron is jealous of his ex-friend.

Warnings: Time Travel. SLASH (This means Male/Male relationship, if you don't like it and are most likely looking for an excuse to flame someone than why the hell are reading my story, because I have a friend that likes to be very mean and has sent answers to people who flame me. If she doesn't I will. You have been warned.) Good Slytherins, Bad & Jealous Ron, and Defeated Voldemort.

Parings: Salazar/Harry (eventually), Godric/Draco (they'll get together before Sal and Harry, that's for sure), Helga/??, Rowena/??

Spoilers: Books 1-6

Key:

"I love Salazar/Harry fictions!" -Talking

'I love Salazar/Harry fictions!' -Thoughts

"I love Salazar/Harry fictions!" -Perstaletongue

'I love Salazar/Harry fictions!' -Hogwarts

A/n: This is a response to a challenge by Cap'n BlackRose in Insane Dreams. I hope you like it Cap'n; you doing my challenge so now I would love to do yours, after all I do love Salazar/Harry fics.

Chapter: Not so nice Welcome

"Harry! Wake up!"

Slowly said person made his way to world of the living, groaning as he tried to move aching muscles. Finally he opened his eyes to find silver/blue orbs looking at him in worry. "Draco?"

Draco smiled as his friend finally awoke, "Do you how worried I was when you wouldn't wake up?"

Harry sat up and tried to remember what happened to him last, he remembered Professor Templeton making him demonstrate Angel's Protection, the rest is very blurry. "Draco, do you remember what happened after Templeton made me demonstrate again?"

Perfect silver brows knitted together in frustration, "No, it's not like the memory has been erased, its there, just very blurry as if I was barely awake…"

Harry rubbed his temples, "It's the same with me; do you at least know where we are?"

"From our surroundings it looks like we're in the Forbidden forest-" Draco was interrupted by deep, husky voice.

"You are in the Forbidden Forest; I want to know why you are." They both turned to see the new person, to find a man standing at maybe six-foot seven, four inches taller than the taller of the two friends. He has long mid-back length gold hair tied back at the nape of his neck, a few strands loosely hanging in front of his deep sapphire eyes and strong cheek bones.

Harry and Draco quickly recognized the man whose tan skin glowed in the moon light as Godric Gryffindor, but that was nearly impossible so they, when all racial thought left them, fainted.

/Later/

"I still don't understand why you brought them here Godric!"

"I brought them here because they have Hogwarts robes on, and we all swore that we would protect any student from Hogwarts no matter what year they are from!"

"Rena, the idiot is right, even if I don't like to admit it. We did swear to this, and I' am not about to break my vow because we do not know them."

The second voice let out a frustrated scream, "You're supposed to side with me Salazar! Helga, what are your thoughts on this?"

A new voice meekly spoke, not wanting to upset her long time friend, knowing her temper. "I sorry Rena…They have a point."

'Rena' once again let out a frustrated scream, "Fine, have it your way Godric! Let them stay! If they are pure evil it's on your head!" With that the woman stomped out of the room, not at all acting her 36 years of age.

Godric sighed, "Do you think she's right? I mean, they could be Lord Vepra's spies."

The man known as Salazar smiled at his cousin, "Only time will tell, we will learn about them from how they act, not how they sleep."

"Why again do we know they are from the future?" Helga's kind voice reminded the two male founders of her presence.

Salazar was the one to answer her. "Because our almighty Godric Gryffindor the seer's insight."

"Oh…," was what the healer said.

Godric glared at his best friend who turned to him and gave him the 'what' look. "We'll talk about this later, our guests are waking up."

And indeed they all heard two groans of pain come from the only occupants in the ward, "Draco, what happened?"

"How the bloody hell should I know?! All I remember was us being in the forest when Godric Gryffindor shows up." The two froze at that and sat up.

"Godric Gryffindor?!" The both of them said at the same moment.

Said person answered them, "Yes?"

The two of them looked on in shock, when Draco put a stop to the silence, "Pinch me, I think hallucinating- ouch!" He turned to his grinning green-eyed friend.

"It is an expression you dolt!"

"I know."

With that the blond haired young man attacked his ebony haired friend with a growl. Before he knew it, Harry was on the ground on the other side of his bed being tickled by the pureblood while the three founders looked on in shock.

Helga was the first to come out of her stupor as her two victims, erm, I mean patients were out of their beds. "Stop that this instant you two, you both were incredibly magically tired when you came here. YOU SHOULD NOT BE OUT OF YOUR BEDS!"

All four males in the room looked at the gentle founder in pure shock, when Harry groaned, "Oh, no…another Poppy…"

Draco flinched, "Great, just what we need when we're about a thousand years in the past."

Helga calmed down at those words and gulped, "…a thousand year in the past…"

The other two founders also took this in shock. Salazar only showed it by the slight widening of his eyes, his mask firmly set in place now. "So, you do know who we are?"

The ebony haired young man, who's name they had yet to hear was the one to reply, "As he," he pointed at Godric, "is Godric Gryffindor, I'm guessing you are Salazar Slytherin, and…" he looked at Helga, "by your yellow and black clothing I'm guessing Helga Hufflepuff for you. That only leaves Rowena Ravenclaw…"

"The four founders of Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. Now if we could just figure out how we got here…" Draco frowned.

"Well for one, you could try getting your fat self off me Dray…"

Because of his innocent voice it took the Slytherin a few seconds to register that his friend had insulted him. And when he did he made a nasty face, "What has Pansy done to you?!"

TBC

A/n: Sorry it's a short update, but if I had continued it would have become very boring. Please R&R…

Grim