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Title: Tempus Transferre
Characters: Harry Potter, Severus Snape, Salazar Slytherin, Helga Hufflepuff, Rowena Ravenclaw, Godric Gryffindor, Laurene Fensworth, Draco Malfoy, Albus Dumbledore, Voldemort, Ron Weasley, Remus Lupin, Ash Gryffindor and Hazel Gryffindor, Sirius Black and Hermione Granger
Chapter: 2 of unknown
Number of words in Chapter: 2,509
Rating: M
Pairings: Harry (Godric)/Severus, Godric/Laurene
Genre: Drama/Supernatural
Warnings: AU, Time Travel, slash, amnesia, reincarnation, spoilers through book four, mentions of character death and the standard anything else that this demented author can think of.
Summary: On this fifteenth birthday, things don't go exactly as planned. He is faced with an interesting dilemma, and yet he can't even remember what happened. Harry is left with no memory and stuck in a time that he doesn't know anything about. Now he must face this new world with a new identity and help the world move onto a better time.
Notes: For this story, I am writing it for my friend Daeleniel Shadowphyre. She wanted to see a story where Harry is actually Godric Gryffindor, instead of the all too common Salazar Slytherin. So you have been warned in regards to this particular story. Also, it is currently unknown, but there might be actual use to words in the native languages of the British Isles. This is still unknown, but I will likely make use of that from quite a bit of linguistics study in regards to the derivatives of Gaelic. And the title is Latin for Time shift.

Chapter 2: A New Reality

Young Godric wasn't exactly sure what to make of his entire situation. He had his little blank journal, yet no way to write in it. He just stared at the blank pages. He had no idea what day it was and had no idea what he would say anyways. He sighed and looked around the room that had been given to him. It wasn't that fancy, which wasn't too surprising when one thought about it. As far as everyone knew, he had no standing. Nobody had ever heard of the Gryffindor family and with his clothes, he didn't seem to be of any importance. A single person with a blank book and a wand wasn't really that much. The room had bare stone walls, no decorations to indicate any true sense of belonging. There was a bed with crème coloured sheets and a tall empty canopy. The only other things in his room were two chairs and a wardrobe. There was nothing in the wardrobe.

He sighed. He sat in the chair, curled up really. The young man had his book sitting in his lap, but his mind was more on what was happening around him. His life didn't make any sense. The flickering candle light in his room was his only companion as he sat there quietly. He looked up from his book, staring at the shadows that were being created thanks to the offset of the candles against the night sky.

He didn't even know what day it was. He looked at the journal once again and let out a slow breath. The ink sat there, waiting for him to do something. Godric frowned once again and took up his quill. The book remained in his curled embrace, but he began to write. The letters were in green ink. For some reason, that made Godric happy. A soft smile graced his lips as he began to write.

Date Unknown; Entry One

I have no idea what's going on with my mind. I have no recollection of who I am, other than this name. I seem to know my age and birth date, but I'm not sure why. Everything around me seems to be called into question. I get this strong urge to say that I don't belong here, but how can I be certain?

One thing I do know at this time is that these three people I've met have been nice enough to help me. It's not like they want to kick me out or something. These people, there were two women and a man. The man kind of scares me a bit. He's this big guy, to me at least. Actually, I feel short compared to him. Well, I am. I don't know what it is, but I know that there's something about him that I sort of feel drawn to. The women on the other hand, they seem nice. I know, don't ask me how, that one of them is a nun. She doesn't seem to have been a very good one, since I guess she left the convent. I don't know why, but I sort of think that all of them are a little suspicious of me.

Then again, the fact that I could barely remember my name probably had something to do with it. I don't know why, but I just couldn't. I mean, a name like Godric Gryffindor is a little unusual. You would think I would remember that. But the other's, their names are just as odd. Helga, Rowena and Salazar, those are their names.

At least they're giving me a place to stay. I wouldn't be able to otherwise. Apparently I was in my undergarments. Now I'm borrowing some of Salazar's clothes. He's loaning them to me until I get my own. I'm not sure how I'll do that. I don't even know if I have anything to work with. What can I do? What am I supposed to do here? I just don't know. Maybe I should try to get some sleep. Maybe that would clear my mind. Who knows, I could remember something in the morning.

Godric

He set the book down and let out a sigh. The ink was slowly drying and becoming a darker shade before Godric's green eyes. He looked at the flickering candles and saw the wax slowly drip down the length. He left his journal open and walked over to the bed in the room. It was a large bed and he carefully climbed under the fur covers. Godric stared up at the canopy. "What am I going to do?" he whispered to himself. He curled up into a little ball and tried to focus on something other than his lack of memories. He closed his eyes and let out a slow breath.

~!~!~!~

Salazar came into Godric's room the next morning to see the man asleep. He looked to be sleeping pretty heavily, but the older man knew not to assume anything. He carefully walked over, his shoes making no sound on the stone. Godric did not stir from his sleep as he continued to lay there. Salazar took out his wand and smirked ever so slightly. It was rare that he got to do what he was about to, and he would revel in it. He waved his wand. A crude bucket appeared, but it didn't matter, since a moment later, water fell from the bucket and onto Godric's head. The young man yelped and jumped up, his eyes wide and staring straight at Salazar. The man smirked and chuckled.

"Well, good marrow," he said. Godric eyes narrowed at him as he watched the older man waved his wand again. Godric was instantly dry with the movement. "I was sent here by the ladies to get you. It's inappropriate for a woman to be in a man's room after all." Godric nodded, though he a feeling that he completely disagreed with that particular sentiment.

Godric slid out of bed and looked at Salazar. "I take it that we're to go to breakfast." It wasn't a question, as Godric could honestly think of no other reason to be up.

"Yes we are, and after breakfast, we want to test you and see just how much you know," he said. Godric automatically went pale at the thought of being tested. Something told him that he would not like any test that he was given. Godric began his search for clothes, not really thinking about the fact that he just picked up the clothes he had worn the day before.

Salazar stopped him. "You will not wear the clothes that you wore yesterday. The House Elves will come and take the clothes to clean. I have brought you these for the day." He held out a red tunic and a pair of leggings. Godric nodded and took them from the man. The only thing that wasn't added was the boots that he had worn the night before. Salazar turned around. "I shall wait for you outside to finish. Then we shall head for breakfast in the Great Hall." Salazar walked out of the room.

Godric looked at the clothes he had been left with the night before and sighed. "I really need to do something about my wardrobe." He quickly changed, almost putting his top on backwards. He blushed at the thought and belted the outfit around his waist. "He already shrunk them." He looked amazed at that fact, but instead of saying anymore more, just left the room and went to meet Salazar in the hall.

~!~!~!~

The two men met the women in the Great Hall. It was a rather empty hall, nobody being at the school just yet for classes. Rowena was dressed as always, wearing her clothes from when she had been a nun before leaving for marriage. She looked Godric up and down. "Red is a good colour on you, brings out your eyes all the more." Godric looked at her, his eyes wide. She chuckled and looked at Helga. "I think I have startled our guest. Well, let's have breakfast and then we can test what you know. I'm sure that we can make it a relaxing experience for you Godric." She turned towards the table with Helga.

Salazar settled his hand on Godric's shoulder and led him towards the table. "Do not worry about the women; they are just excited at the prospect of a new man at the school. It does get rather old to be the only man in a school full of women. I'm sure you'll be able to help out. I know that I would rather appreciate the hell after all." Godric nodded in response to Salazar's statement. The whole idea was very awkward to him.

The moment that Salazar and Godric sat down, food appeared. This didn't startle Godric, to which he found strange. He didn't remember anything, and yet he wasn't freaked out about the sudden appearance of food, it felt oddly normal for him to see. He looked at the different items and didn't know what he wanted. A lot of it did not look familiar to him at all. He looked at one item that struck him as somewhat normal and took that. It was essentially gloop. He poured some onto the bowl in front of him and stared at it. It sat there, doing nothing, but he hadn't moved to eat. He was looking around for something, a frown on his face.

"What is the matter Godric?" Helga was looking at him and noticed that he seemed to be searching for something in particular. Godric's head snapped in her direction and looked back.

"Oh…Nothing, I was just looking for some honey." That got the other founders looking at him. They were watching him as he sighed and focused on his food. He didn't like to be stared at. He took a small bite of his food and tried to ignore that looks he received from the three others. "Never mind." He ate his food, though his mind was telling him that there was something wrong with it. Godric didn't complain at all, he was going to be polite, and that was normal for him.

Over his head, the other three shared a look. Godric remained silent as he ate. There was something about the younger man that sort of startled them all, but they weren't necessarily sure what it was, and there was a chance that he didn't know either. He ate in silence, finishing his small bowl of porridge. "That was a good meal, thank you." He then sat there with his hands in his lap, waiting.

Salazar looked at him. "You can eat more then that you know." There was some interest in the fact that Godric ate so little, and he was a small fifteen-year-old at that.

"I'm good, I don't eat a lot." He looked at Salazar and blinked slowly. He was waiting for whatever it was that the group needed to do to him. He felt comfortable in the castle, so he wasn't going to feel like he needed to be afraid of the three founders.

~!~!~!~

Breakfast ended and the three founders led Godric to the school lawn. Helga smiled at him, the look soft and just a bit reassuring. Rowena seemed to have a contemplating air about her, her mind on something that none of the others were aware of. Salazar on the other hand was watching Godric intently. The three founders had Godric sit on the grass. "We're not going to curse you or anything, well Salazar might, but we're just going to find out what you know. There are a lot of things that you can do, being fifteen and all." Godric did as he was told. He wasn't sure what they were talking about in response to being fifteen. He thought that he was young, but he figured that could likely be just a little inkling he had from his unknown past. He wasn't going to push it, for he needed to focus on what they were doing.

Rowena smiled at him. "It is good that you're comfortable with us." She pulled her wand out and began to chant something that Godric didn't understand. He felt nervous to be sitting there as she was casting some kind of spell, but he didn't move. He felt that he could trust her, but that was all. A mist surrounded Godric. The colour was as red as the outfit he wore. His heart sped up at that, as his breath quickened. Rowena watched as the mist enveloped Godric and then disappeared into him. "Well that was interesting, so you've been experiencing great danger throughout your life. That's what the red mist meant, though I will admit that I didn't expect your body to absorb it. I believe your mind is attempting to protect you from whatever is in your past." Godric stared at her. He was confused by her statement. He didn't think he had experienced danger in his past.

Salazar frowned. "We'll see how you fight then." He made Godric stand and handed him an extra sword he was carrying. Godric took it, but he didn't hold it very well and he couldn't even lift the heavy blade. He looked at Salazar. "You've never held a sword. So how do you fight? If you have had danger in the past, then your muscles should remember how to do this, even if you don't." Godric blinked at him again and ended up jumping out of the way as Salazar went to attack him. He looked at the man like he was crazy.

"Hey! What are you doing?" Salazar was staring at Harry, he was a little shocked. He had his lips quirked a bit as he stared. He then began to chuckle.

"You're faster than normal." Godric was confused by that statement. He wasn't exactly sure what Salazar meant by saying he was fast. He had been attacked, and being fast was generally seen as a good thing. Salazar saw the confusion written across Godric's face. "People don't normally move that fast. Your magic is strong and it is doing what it can to protect you. If we do some work with you, then we'll be able to get that magic to come out again and use it through your wand. You probably know the magic; it will just be a case of consciously knowing it again." Godric nodded at that, but he still wasn't sure about what was exactly happening. Salazar smirked at him. "I think I'll enjoy this."

Godric stared and looked at Helga and Rowena. Helga smiled. "Godric, Salazar likes having fun, and from what we can tell, things will work, it will take some time, but you will manage and we have a little while since students won't arrive for a bit." She then looked at Rowena and Salazar. "And I know we'll all help, but if Salazar gets too much, you can always tell us."

A/N: There we go, chapter two is finished, probably not really expected, but it's how it worked. Hope everyone enjoyed.