Chapter 8
Author's Note: This is straight to the founders. Sorry for not updating in a very long time. Yes, Jamie is still treated as a child. This time there are many modifcations to that. Jamie is still the size of a small boy...
The feeling was horrible. It felt like being an elephant forced into wearing an outfit fit for a mouse now that he thought about it. The moment the feeling stopped, Jamie practically worshipped the ground as he finally felt himself attempt to land on his two feet, unfortunately landing on his arse and into a man. Jamie gave a cry of surprise until he realized he didn't know who the man in front of him was... nor the man his small bottom was sitting upon his feet. He quickly got up, though immediatly regretted it from the pounding in his head that was forming from the action. He heard a chuckle and would have growled if not for being totally clueless of his location at the moment.
He groggily opened his eyes into full vision and saw the first man in front of him. His expression was neutral. His battle robes were of a striking emerald green, which matched the exact shade of his eyes. The lining and trim was silver. On his hand he wore a ring of two serpents intertwined about an emerald. Around his left forearm was a leather wand holster with his basilisk core holly wand 11 inches. A little farther up his arm was a snake, coiled and ready to strike anyone that dared touch her master in violence. Her black scales were shiny in the moonlight, but coiled against the dark colors of the robe and partially hidden by her owner's long, raven black hair which reached to his shoulders and was tied back loosely, she was barely noticeable. Hanging from this man's silver belt was a sword that was in emeralds and silver filigree. Down its blade in elegant script was the name: SALAZAR SLYTHERIN. Jamie's eyes grew to the size of orbs if humanly possible. Jamie turned around and looked at the man he had fallen on.
The man had bright red hair with friendly warm green eyes. As well, he had a large amount of freckles on his cheeks and neck. He looked taller than the other man. He wore deep crimson battle robes with gold lining and trim. On his belt, standing out boldly was a sword with rubies inlaid on the handle and gold filigree. Down the blade, carved in capital letters was the name: GODRIC GRYFFINDOR. He had a really powerful built to him and a hearty facial structure. His face held an expression of amused. He held out his hand, causing Jamie to revert back to his old habits and flinched back, as something he hadn't done in a long time. Who wouldn't when they had landed in a time frame with two large and powerful men in front of him...? The man looked at him in concern before looking at his friend. Slytherin looked clueless to the boy's flinching as well. He bent down to the boy's height and spoke calmly yet firmly,
"Will you tell us your name child?" His voice radiated power, yet, held a friendly tone...? Jamie looked at him shyly and frightened before answering the man's question in a voice so low both Godric and Slytherin had to strain their ears to hear it.
"Jamie Evan, Sir," whispered the shy little boy, sticking to that name that he had been using since he ran away all those years ago. Godric smiled then became really curious about the boy's age. He looked perhaps five or six? More likely five to Slytherin's eyes. Six to Godric's point of view. They both shared amused expressions, already knowing each other's answers, before silently agreeing to a new bet as always, and both bent back down to the boy's height.
"Jamie, how old are you?" asked Godric smiling warmly. Jamie gave his lop-sided grin. Everyone asked him that question and it was always funny to see their reaction when he said something totally different. Jamie decided to go with his real age this time and said nine as he had spent a half year in the future and a half year in the past of 1968. The two gaped like fish, opening their mouth and closing them, as they stared at the child. They lost the bet and they were now worried about the boy's health. Jamie was proud to know he wasn't seen as possibly a toddler anymore, thanks to the few pounds and inches he had attained in the future. The only problem was he still looked nowhere near the average height of his age group.
Jamie was momentarily saved from any further movements when two voices were calling for the men in front of him,
"Godric!!"
"Salazar!!"
The two women stormed into the hall with thoughts of slapping their boyfriends when they noticed the odd scene. Godric and Sal were both on their knees in front of what looked to them a child who was nervously shuffling from foot to foot. Jamie studied them for a moment. The lady calling for Slytherin had auburn hair that hung to her waist, and the strands about her face were braided and tied back in a black ribbon. She was kind of plump in a way that reminded him of Mrs. Weasley, Ginny's mother. Yellow robes clung to her slight curves before loosening the tight wound as it reached her ankles, which were accentuated with a black leather belt that hung at her midriff. On the belt was a long dagger, whose handle was made from smooth black obsidian curled around gold filigree not quite fitting her kind blue eyes. She wore a pendant around her pale neck with the stone hanging from the string in the shape of a badger with the tiny cursive writing: HELGA HUFFLEPUFF. Clipped to her hair was a golden rose that was sparkling in the light as the woman smiled softly at the boy.
The woman beside her was taller, slightly though she was smaller than both men. She had curly brown hair and honey eyes. She wore blue battle robes with bronze lining and trim. The robes were loose around the top but tightened at the waist and went back to loose towards her knees. Around her waist was a bronze ribbon belt that held a ribbon bow at the back. Her leather boots were also bronze, but currently stained with mud from working on the grounds with Helga. Her waist length hair was swept up into curls which were positioned at the top of her hair and pinned there with a bronze bow to keep from getting entangled with the quiver that she wore on her back and the bow that was slung across her shoulder. She had a broach in her hair holding back her ear length bangs that puffed slightly in a curl. The broach was a raven in bronze as well. Across the raven's wing was enscripted: ROWENA RAVENCLAW. She looked marvelous with the diadem she wore over her head which was tightened with small strands of hair looped through holes under the crown base. Her wise looks studied him. The woman was gazing at Jamie with an apprehensize expression.
"I take it we did something horrible that you dislike, " came Godric's amused tone as he rubbed his neck. The ladies were both examining the boy and were about to coddle him to death if not for his interuption. Jamie was extremely grateful for the interuption.
"This charming young laddie, is Jamie Evan. I have yet to find out how he got here ..." However, Jamie smashed that sentence with his own,
"It's something that has been happening to me for awhile, sir. What year is it?" The four teenagers looked at eachother before Slytherin sneered at his friend's nervousness and then looked at Jamie straight in the eyes.
"988 AD," Salazar said calmly and the four teenagers watched in a surprised manner as the nine-year-old boy's eyes went wide.
THUMP!
Jamie had fallen backwards and landed on the floor, unconscious.
Godric and Rowena shared a concerned look before Helga gently lifted the boy up into her arms and immediatly the four rushed him to the imfirmary in progress. The room was like four huts combined. One part being the potion stock and such. The other held three beds and was painted white. Another was Helga's office, and the last one was a private room for serious injured people or adults who wish not to be seen injured. Helga laid the boy down on the softest bed they had and went to retrieve malnourished potions and such. Helga set aside the potions and couldn't help but study the boy as she unbuttoned the strange article of clothing and leaving a naked nine-year-old as Godric resized a pair of robes they had, Rowena fixed it and Salazar studied the boy. There were strange marks on certain parts of the boy. On his forehead was a lightning bolt shaped scar, his arm held a very unique set of scars in itself and his stomach held an amount of bruises that looked either old or pretty recent. Helga applied a few healing remedies to the bruises and then transferred a potion to Jamie's system before enervating the boy in front of her an hour later.
Jamie awoke with a startling breath before his eyes snapped open and he looked at the founders of Hogwarts.
'They're really the founders! I'm actually a thousand years from the future. This is way weird.' Jamie thought to himself. He took a deep breath as Salazar lifted him up from under the armpits and sat him up, leaning his head against the bedframe. Jamie winced subconsciously at the cold.
"Any idea why you fainted, young lad?" inquired Godric. Jamie took another breath before he looked Gryffindor.
"I'm a thousand years from the future." Jamie spoked nervously. The four teenagers paused, their mouths hanging open.
"A thousand??" was all they could manage. Jamie nodded.
"Now we can see why you fainted..." said Helga slightly faint herself. Jamie gave a small smile to those words.
"So... do you know how and why you got here?" Rowena asked in curiousity. Jamie nodded before reaching in the robes. He realized he was dressed in something else and his cheeks tinted a dark red.
"Here are your clothes." said Helga. Jamie murmured an embarrassed thankyou before digging in his jean pocket, producing the item.
"It's called an ankima. It represents fate, or so someone said." Jamie announced. He then pulled out the second item and explained about the time period he'd be here. Jamie clicked the object and was a bit irritated when it stated six months... again. Jamie put the object back in the pockets.
"According to the object, you'll be here for six months?" Salazar Slytherin inquired. Jamie nodded, biting his lip slightly. It was frustrating how because of the stupid Ankima, he never got to stay in one place for even a year.
"So in other words... you need a home." Godric chirped in a manner that claimed he already had the answers to this statement. Jamie looked at Godric before a flush appeared on his cheeks and he nodded, embarassed once again.
"You can stay here if you'd like." Salazar offered, mentally planning out ways to teach the boy before Godric corrupted him with his... hyper-active persona. Helga and Rowena, eagerly of course, nodded in agreement. Being just teenagers, the idea of taking care of a child for half a year sounded like fun. Jamie gave a small smile.
"Thank you sir." Jamie told them, very grateful for their kindness towards him. He was still numb from the fact that he, Harry Potter or inactuality Jamie Evan, was here. With THE founders of Hogwarts. A THOUSAND YEARS from his timeline. How many people had the chance to say that?
After making accomadations, Jamie was soon given a room nearby Rowena's quarters at the tower. Jamie sat on his new bed and studied his surroundings. It was nice to be at Hogwarts again... This room was actually very spacey and the largest he'd ever had rights to. Rowena had told him the room would look different in the morning because the room took Jamie's likings and turned the room to accomodate him. With a sigh, Jamie jumped off the bed and found a pair of shrunken pajamas on the counter in the bathroom. Glad he didn't need someone bathing him because he was at his real age, Jamie showered and dressed. Looking at himself in the mirror, Jamie raised an eyebrow. He was actually quite.. handsome. His hair had grown even longer to the point that it bounced lightly off his shoulders. Jamie smiled at the water dripping hair. He'd need to get a haircut soon or something. His disguised blue eyes shined brightly at him as Jamie spotted his less chubbier facial structure. He had grown about two inches it seemed. That was good. He was still shorter than even the averaged 7 year olds and he was 9! Jamie ran a hand through his soaking hair and walked back to the bedroom. He crawled in to the large bed and scooted under the covers. Closing his eyes, he heard the door slightly open and knew someone was next to him. He didn't know how but he could feel someone's precense.
"He's is particularily small," Rowena said softly to someone that Jamie guessed was at the door. The next voice confirmed that it was Godric.
"Yes but, he is very powerful. I can feel the magic around him," Godric told her. Jamie felt Rowena's hand brush against his bangs and trace the scar upon him.
"We'll take care of you little one." Godric whispered, thinking Jamie to be asleep. The reassurance added with the soft brushing against his forehead lulled Jamie until he fell asleep. Sleeping to dreams about a family and dreams of Jamie and his parents. That night, Jamie slept with a pure childlike smile on his face, never knowing that Rowena and Godric had spent half the night simply watching him.
Author's Note:
Off to the founders! Yay! Now, I know they aren't talking in some kind of old timer accent. The year may be wrong. Yatta Yatta. My fic that I wrote. No correcting that. Remember that there are known books of people clearly spanish speakers whose words are in English or something or another. Anyways, sorry for the long wait and all. I'm hoping I am better at this than before!
