How'd that happen?
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This story will contain m/m scenes and mpreg. If you don't like it then don't read it. Enjoy.
Chapter:4
Lunch was a short affair what with both Salazar and Harry too eager to get to Hogwarts than to actually sit still long enough to have a proper meal. As Salazar was packing up the tent Harry searched for a suitable piece of wood and transfigured it into a cane to walk with.
"I noticed that you have permanent damage to your thigh while I was healing you, would it be too intrusive of me to ask what happened?" Salazar inquired when he spied Harry's newly transfigured cane.
"It wouldn't. In my time there was a war that ended just last year, the wound on my leg is from one of the werewolves on the opposite side. His claws cut right down to the bone and severed some pretty important nerves, I'm lucky I can still walk. There was a time that the medi-witch thought I wouldn't, it will never completely heal and it still causes pain at odd times plus I have a permanent limp but it's bearable. Trust me, I've lived with a lot worse before." He smiled and shrugged it off as he followed along behind Salazar.
"How many years are you?" Salazar inquired as he slowed his pace to match Harry's and looked at him curiously. "You say you have been in a war yet you do not look near old enough." He frowned.
"I get that a lot, I know that I look about 14 but I'm actually 18. I will be 19 next month. Today was my last day of classes at Hogwarts because I missed my last year due to the war. I was meant to be graduating and then leaving to travel the world to continue learning things not taught at school until I discovered what it was I wanted to do with my life. Everyone expected me to become an aura like my father but my injury put a stop to that plus I'm tired of fighting." Salazar frowned in confusion.
"What's an aura and why does it mean that you have to fight?"
"An aura is a dark wizard catcher, they hunt and arrest dark witches and wizards and lock them away in a prison to make the world safer." He explained and Salazar nodded.
"And your father did this?"
"Yes and my mother was a runes mistress. A very good one too apparently."
"What were your best classes at school?"
"I scored the highest points for defence against the dark arts in history, potions was my next best class followed by charms and transfiguration."
"Defence must be a Gryffindor trait, Godric heads the defence class for both magical and non-magical." Salazar informed him.
"We don't have non-magical defence in my time but I did learn it as I grew up in the muggle world as did Voldemort. I didn't want to be defenceless against him should I lose my wand so I took self defence classes and taught myself how to use a dagger. I'm a dead aim if I do say so myself." He bragged slightly but in his defence it was well deserved bragging rights.
Harry knew the exact moment they crossed the wards into Hogwarts as she greeted him like an old friend.
"She likes you." Salazar observed pensively.
"She has saved my life many times over the years I've attended this school and even hid my presence when it was needed. I'm just glad she survived the damage of the final battle." He murmured almost to himself as they walked through the front doors. It was strange to see Hogwarts looking so new.
"Salazar, you're early." Came the voice of a short plump woman as they entered the great hall, Hufflepuff if he had to guess.
"Who's that you've got with you?" Asked the man who was obviously his ancestor Godric Gryffindor, the man was huge. He had fiery red hair and was roughly the same height as Salazar but Godric was built like a tank where as Salazar was certainly masculine but not to that extreme.
"This is Harry, I found him passed out on the boarders of Scotland." Harry gave a small smile and an awkward wave as he adjusted his grip on his cane.
"Why didn't you fix his leg for him?" The Hufflepuff scolded him.
"You can't heal it ma'am, I got it in a fight with a werewolf." Harry explained making Godric look suddenly wary.
"You're not infected are you?" His tone wasn't prejudiced just concerned. This was a school after all.
"No sir, I'm not infected. It's been a whole year and I haven't shifted with the moon yet." He told him.
"Good, good. I think introductions are in order and since Salazar is obviously too rude to do it I will." He said making Salazar roll his eyes. "I'm Godric Gryffindor, this is my wife Bernia and our son Kenric. This lovely lady here is Helga Hufflepuff, her husband Jasper and their children Elizabeth and Edward. Last but not least we have Rowena Ravenclaw, her husband Robert and their daughter Helena. What might be your name and if you don't mind me asking, how many years are you?"
"My name is Harry James and I will be 19 years at the end of next month." Harry replied with a shy smile. It wasn't everyday you met the most important people in history after all. Salazar would understand the last name he chose and the reason behind not giving his real one.
"Well welcome to Hogwarts, obviously you are too old to be a student but we can test your skills and knowledge and maybe give you a job." Helga smiled.
"Thank you ma'am." Harry smiled, work at Hogwarts. The only place I've ever called home.
I said it before and I'll say it again, how the hell did that happen?