A/N: There are several quotes from the first five Harry Potter books in this chapter, none of these belong to me they are all property of the wonderful J.K. Rowling.
Chapter 8
Contego el funis, nullus Fateor excessum de extremus, simper simul
Harry appeared alongside a stream in a forest. He had no idea how he had gotten there or where there was. He heard a voice say something from behind him and he spun around shooting a stunning spell as he spun. His eyesight grew blurry as the full impact of his fatigue hit him as he fell to the ground with a thump, his head landing on the stunned man.
Another man came looking for the first man and chuckled as he saw his friend lying on the ground as a boy's pillow, a boy that looked hardly older than twelve. Pulling the frail boy off of his friend he muttered a spell. His friend woke and groaned, "What in the world happened?"
"It appears that this boy stunned you." The man smirked. "Though I must wonder how it is that one as powerful as you could be stunned by one so small as he."
"Shut up Salazar." The man grumbled. "How was I to know he had a wand? I thought he was a muggle!"
"A muggle, this close to our school? Godric that's preposterous. Though I do wonder who sent him, my money's on Tratorian, he's always trying to steal our secrets." The man called Salazar hissed. "We'll bring him up to the school for an interrogation."
"Whatever you say, Salazar, my heads spinning too much to deal with it." Godric responded.
"Well if you hadn't wandered off without telling anyone in the first place you wouldn't have gotten into this mess in the first place." Salazar chided.
"I'm not a child Salazar; I can take care of myself."
"Yet I always seem to be saving you from your insufferable Gryffindor stupidity."
"Humph."
Salazar smirked and waved his wand at the boy, causing him to levitate. "Come now, best not to linger if there are enemies around."
Harry woke up with a groan on a cold dungeon floor, "Well this is different," he thought. "This is certainly not the same dungeon, Voldemort's been keeping me in, so where the hell am I?"
A man entered, "I see you're finally awake." Harry thought the man looked vaguely familiar, but he had no idea where he had seen him before, he also spoke with an accent that Harry could not place and he was certain he had never heard this man speak before. "I will need to interrogate you. I am sure you are familiar with the method, it will be a lot easier with your cooperation." Harry looked at the man bewildered; he surely WAS NOT familiar with the method.
"Err, method?"
"Are you dim boy!" The man hissed. "Legilimency."
Harry panicked. He had no idea who this man was and he was certainly NOT going to plunge into his mind. "WHAT? NO WAY! GET AWAY FROM ME!" He yelled.
"I can do it with or without you cooperation boy, but it will be a hell of a lot less painful if you cooperate." Harry backed up against the wall.
"Stay away from me." He hissed, his fear confirmed that whoever this man was, and it was clear he was no death eater, that this man was not friendly and not on his side.
"Legimens!" The man hissed. Harry saw things flash before his mind,
"Not HARRY! PLEASE NOT HARRY!"
"Avada Kadavra!"
"FREAK!"
"DAD THE FREAK DID IT AGAIN!"
"I'm a Wizard…"
"Harry, we could be great, together we could bring them back."
"I AM LORD VOLDEMORT!"
"Now let's test the power of Lord Voldemort, the Heir of Slytherin against the power of Harry Potter!"
Harry's attacker was going pale, but he couldn't pull out now, not yet he needed to finish.
"EXPECTO PATRONUM!"
"Morsmordre!"
"It's the Dark Mark, Harry! YOU-Know-WHO's Sign!"
"And the Hogwart's champion…Cedric Diggory……Harry Potter."
"Maybe someone's hoping Potter is going to die for it."
"AVADA KADAVRA!"
"Bone of the father, unknowingly given, you will renew your son! Flesh-of the servant-w-willingly given-you will revive your master. B-blood of the enemy…forcibly taken… you will… resurrect your foe."
"But look, Harry! My true family returns!"
"Crucio!"
"Now untie him, Wormtail, and give him back his wand."
"I said, bow."
"Answer me! Imperio!"
"Harry… take my body back, will you? Take my body back to my parents."
"You-Know-Who…returned? Preposterous. Come now, Dumbledore…"
"Legimens!... You lost control"
"Very Good, Potter. Now turn around, nice and slowly, and give that to me."
"SIRIUS!"
"There's nothing you can do, Harry….nothing…. He's gone."
"SHE KILLED SIRIUS! SHE KILLED HIM-I'LL KILL HER!"
"If death is nothing, Dumbledore, kill the boy."
"Harry Potter, I welcome you."
"Crucio!"
"Legimens!
"Crucio!"
"BEHOLD DUMBLEDORE! YOUR SO-CALLED SAVIOR!"
Harry's attacker pulled out, having seen enough. The boy was in a daze and quickly fell unconscious. "What have I done?" the man thought. He took the boy up into his arms and brought him out of the cold dungeon, he headed towards the guest rooms closest to his personal quarters. Along the way he ran into his fellow founders.
"Good Lord, Salazar whatever are you doing?" One of the women said.
"You're so pale, Salazar are you feeling alright?" the other woman asked.
"I take it you interrogated him?" Godric asked.
"I have wronged him in more ways than one." Salazar whispered not stopping.
"Whatever do you mean?"
"He's from the future, Rowena."
"WHAT!" All three of his co-founders exclaimed.
"I will explain later, but now, let me put him in bed, I fear he may be severely injured."
"But I don't see any injures." Godric stated.
"That's because his enemies patched him up so that his friends didn't know he was hurt."
Salazar placed the boy on the bed and slowly removed his shirt, they all gasped as the saw the bloodied, bruised chest of the boy.
"The poor dear!" Helga exclaimed. "What kind of monster would do this to a child?"
"My heir." Salazar said spat. "The monster's my bloody heir."
"Is that why you feel you've wronged him in more ways than one?" Rowena prodded.
"Yes and that I have betrayed his trust by looking through his mind, much like my heir did to him to find the answers he needed."
"The poor dear." Helga repeated. "We must help him."
"Yes we must." Salazar repeated.
"Godric, he's in your house…."
"Oh no Salazar, he is yours, you are the one that has betrayed his trust you're the one that will have to regain it."
"Bloody Gryffindors." He muttered as the founder exited the room.
"I heard that!" Godric called as he left.
"Will you need any assistance caring for his wounds?" Rowena asked.
"No, just get out of my sight." Salazar hissed causing Rowena and Helga to run out of the room. "Harry Potter…. Whatever am I going to do with you?" he said running his hand through the boy's hair.
