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Sorry about the wait for the chapter. I started it and then reached a block, then I scrapped it and had to begin a new one. Positive: I like to think to you will like the chapter, Negative: I can't seem to find a flow to the story :(

Still need a beta. I had one but it didn't work out, so the position is still open.

Waking up had to be one of the most awkward moments of my life. If only because it started out as a perfectly normal day; for the past couple of years I have fallen asleep and woken up with Rowena at my side. It was normal, an everyday occurrence. At least it is until you realize that you have been caressing the bump on her stomach gifted by a child that is not your own. That was when we pulled away from each other, sat up and started mumbling excuses. These excuses were things such as 'I swear we went to sleep on other sides of the bed, you must have been hogging the covers causing me to snuggle up to you for warmth'. Pregnancy hormones should be damned to hell, which I am sure that they have by many members of the male population other than me.

Getting past that had to be one of the hardest things in my life, the fact that I'm not the father of my fiancé's child. Well, I guess our engagement has been cancelled out by her marriage, to another man of her father's choosing. But we have discussed this, it was during breakfast actually. She keeps reminding me that there is the possibility that the child is mine. That our last coupling and the marriage were so close together, that one never knew. Thus the engagement was renewed having never been formally cancelled anyways.

And that brings us to where we are now: sitting in the Headmaster's office, across from the Headmaster. The whole situation is actually quite amusing, considering all of our positions on the school board and such. The Headmaster is officially below us in rank, however with current politics being what they are, it isn't seen as such. It's even worse because the Headmaster seems to be attempting to assert his power in a place where it is rendered useless. He has even had the gall to try to use legilimens on us. We're the four, or five our case, founders of Hogwarts, of course we know how to occlude our minds, what are we, amateurs?

I had an extremely difficult time holding in my laughs as Dumbledore began to speak in that 'I am god, you shall listen to me and not question any suggestion I give you' voice of his that just got more condescending as time wore on. I honestly think he believe that we deserved to be scolded. "You all have brilliant minds and wonderful depositions. Which I believe will be incredibly useful in the war that I suspect will be upon us shortly. However, all five of you are grown adults and I beg you to act like it. Based on your previous behavior it seems as if you lack the responsibility needed to run this school, and as thus I ask you to let me keep my post as headmaster until you let reality sink into the paradise you have formed in your minds."

I think even Salazar had a hard time holding back his amusement. However, before any of us could express our thoughts dear Helga summed up our main thought in the nicest way I could imagine in her softest and kindest voice possible. "Mr. Dumbledore, while I do understand your concerns, what you need to understand that you truly do not have any power, magically or politically. You see, Hogwarts was finished only a year before the Ministry was constructed. We, the other founders and I, helped Magical Britain get to where it is today, and I can see that it has not changed much. What I am trying to communicate is that all of your political positions are falsely held. The Headmaster isn't a true role of the Board of education. The four heads of house are supposed to work together. The teaching positions they hold are truly optional."

"The other wizard councils you lead are really just a means of support for Hogwarts, a voluntary sort of thing. The ministry of magic was created purely for the reason of managing the witches and wizards after they have graduated. "

The look on their faces was worth all of the physical and emotional pain required to get to that point. He looked utterly flabbergasted. And from what I have gathered, it has never happened before. And I am now incredibly proud to say that I was, and still am, a member of the party that caused it.

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We now have Dumbledore and most of the other politically powerful men and women of this country pretty much gone. All we have left to do is filter through the hundreds and hundreds of sheep that make up the modern day world.

You see, before this whole thing was set in motion. We plotted, or more like Salazar and me plotted and the others planned. Well, we decided that we would cleanse the future government of any corruption that was bound to show up, as well as take the power from anyone we feel could be a problem for us. We recently found out that the list includes almost everybody.

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That leads us to where I am now. Sitting in our study, what used to be the Headmaster's office, discussing our next plans of action. Godric, who was leaning up against a wall with furrowed eyebrows, was saying. "We initiated this the moment we started contemplating the possibility of traveling through time. However, after Henrik left, we never quite figured out how to get passed it."

The 'it' he was talking about was the fact that all of our bodies were slowly deteriorating. This was exceptionally bad in Rowena's case. The deterioration would affect the baby and it would only stop, and not reverse, if we went back to our original time.

Salazar, who was sitting in his throne like chair with his hand folded elegantly in his lap, spoke up, "Surprisingly, Godric actually has a point. Our conditions will only get worse as time goes on. I was in the middle of a breakthrough when Henrik unknowingly pulled us through the timeline. There is a potion, ancient then and even more ancient now, that was made for this very purpose. I found it in a journal that has been passed down through my family, one from the old Atlantis archives." Here you could practically taste the tension in the air as we all leaned forward in anticipation. "It is written in an archaic form of parsletongue. That is why we had it in the first place, our family being known for having that particular ability. The Atlantians were experimenting in time travel, much the same way we were. Except that they actually got far enough to counter our issue."

I was sitting across the now ancient desk and decided that it was my turn to speak up. "Salazar, you wouldn't be telling this unless you had a way to harness that information." Here I got many nods from the others in the room. "What did you do with the journal? Unless you memorized it or somehow managed to keep it with you during the ride, it doesn't really help us. Does it now?"

It seems that Salazar had been expecting someone to say exactly that, because as soon as the last word was past my lips he was standing up and the center of the room waving around his arms excitingly, "Yes, matter of fact, I do have the journal. Not on my person, no. But whenever I was done looking through it I would put it away in the same exact place. The journal is loaded with preservation charms and such, so it will be perfectly fine! The only way it wouldn't be there would be if there was another parslemouth of the Slytherin line dead set on finding it! And even then they would only be able to read it if what they wanted to learn was actually in the journal, you need to have a necessity to be able to read it. One of the clever charms that I came up with; and besides the point, there isn't really that much in there. Time travel, yes; but the rest pretty much just explains an old ritual used to seal a soul fragment in a non-living object."

Okay, I hope you liked it. My original plans have now changed, once I reached a certain point in this chapter it just pretty much wrote itself. Ruining my plans for the rest of the story, but I do hope you like it anyhow.

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