When Harry woke up once again with a throbbing headache, the first that went through his mind was 'Again?!!!!'. The ebony haired boy looked around to find himself outside. He sat up and almost face planted into a hill. It looked like a giant lump covered in grass but the important thing was that it was less than 3 inches from his face. Harry scooted back immediately, not because he was afraid of the pile of dirt but that he could feel a large amount of magic just north of him.

He started armoring up, not enough to look like he was going to war, but enough that he could defend himself. After shelving the last knife on his forearm, he started searching for the large magic disturbance. He placed a hand on the hill and tried to feel if there was any magic. There was nothing unusual about it, just the usual Earth magic flowing through.

Harry jumped over the 18ft tall lump and landed in a kneel. When he looked up a large lake and a castle beyond it. The lake was at least a mile long in width and height.

"Whoa" he said for the castel was at least 300 ft tall. It looked old, but not in a creepy way, more like a mystical secretive way. There was no doubt in Harry's mind that this was where the magic was coming from.

Harry walked up to the lake and felt something encase him. The magic he felt radiating outside was nothing compared to the amount he felt now. He could almost see some of the sparks around him.

He started walking on air, in a trance like state. When he reached the doors the feeling broke; he tried to recapture the feeling by going backwards. Something was just not quite right. Harry walked forward and the doors opened almost automatically.

As he walked through the halls he tried to send his mgic through the building, but the castel refused...almost reluctantly. Harry frowned, something was definitely odd.

Harry kept walking, for a reason he didn't know.

That is, until he fell in a hole

"AHHHHHHHHHHHH" Harry screamed.

There are just some moments in life, often in life or death situations that a person forgets all common sense to panic.

Harry could have used magic to transport himself out of danger or other methods. In fact there was a ladder less than a foot away that he could grab if he looked to the right. There was also the fact that Harry was pretty much indestructible.

Harry chose to panic.

THUNK!

"Owwww" Harry heard from under him.

Harry looked down to see a red haired man. He was obviously strong with well built but he had chubby cheeks and a square head. His eyes were bright blue and he had a scar going across his nose.

A tall thin lanky man walked up to them and sighed. "Helga!" he yelled. "Godric got hurt again", before looking down. All exspression disappered, it sent shivers down his spine but Harry knew he wouldn't expose that he was intimidated. He knew how big of an advantage that could give his opponent.

That didn't mean that the man was Harry's enemy, however based on how the man now hand a wand in his hand his sentiments wasn't the same. He started to form his own daggers in his hand and backed up.

'Fuck' he thought. 'This was a new setting, new fighter that he knew nothing about and looked pretty intent on bodily harm.'

"SALAZAR!" a voice yelled.

It was the red haired fellow, Godric. "For Merlin's sake he can't be more than 14 years old. He probably is still going to Hogwarts!" he said exspaserted.

The newly deemed Salazar loosened up a bit but not completely. He looked back at Godric and they had a conversation between their eyes. Afterwards Salazar sheathed his weapons.

"Ummmmm..." Harry blurted out. "You blokes done yet" he asked. The connection between them was obvious, but had some kind of tension.

Godric cleared his throat before looking away Salzar. However if you looked closely there was a bit of red on his normally tan skin.

"Well I'm Godric Gryffindor!" he exclaimed and Harry could detect an undertone of pride. "And this is Salazar Slytherin" he said as he wrapped an arm around the slimmer man's shoulders before raising an eyebrow. "What's your name lad?"

"Not to mention how did you get here" Salazar mumbled.

The only reason Harry heard the older man but ignored the comment.

A shapely blond women came rushing in. Her hair was tied back in a low ponytail and when most people looked at her the word "motherly" went into their mind, however when on the battlefield that image would disappear. The women was often compared to an angel; depending on the side as a guardian angel or a vengeful one for her creative curses made when fighting. It was almost as if she could see into the soul of each of them and give out proper judgment. In fact she inspired the myth that "Mother knows best" even if she never physically had children. The women had mentally adopted many children and magic recognized that fact.

"Oh dear, what had Godric done now?"

She rushed over to the male in question. "What, when, and how?" Helga asked in a business tone before smacking him over the head. "Didn't I tell you to stop getting injured!" Helga demanded.

Godric dodged another hit. "It's not my bloody fault this time! The lad fell on me" Godric explained.

Helga stared at him for a full minute before raising her hand in warning of being hit once again. However she stopped when she really listened to what the man said. "Wait, who-" she started.

Harry took this time to interrupt, "Uh- hello?" he phased the sentence like a question.

Helga looked at him for a moment before launching herself at the boy.

Author's note: I was gonna have this super long chapter, but u see I normally write while listening 2 music and well, my other phone broke so the end might sound worst than the beginning. I was also going to put smut but then i was like... eh, maybe next chapter. Do u people want a super long chapter that will probably take 2 week and a half or the short ones that I ca