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Title: Tempus Transferre
Characters: Harry Potter, Severus Snape, Salazar Slytherin, Helga Hufflepuff, Rowena Ravenclaw, Godric Gryffindor, Laurene Fensworth, Draco Malfoy, Albus Dumbledore, Voldemort, Ron Weasley, Remus Lupin, Ash Gryffindor and Hazel Gryffindor, Sirius Black and Hermione Granger
Chapter: 10 of unknown
Number of words in Chapter: 2,064
Rating: M
Pairings: Harry (Godric)/Severus, Godric/Laurene
Genre: Drama/Supernatural
Warnings: AU, Time Travel, slash, amnesia, reincarnation, spoilers through book four, mentions of character death and the standard anything else that this demented author can think of.
Summary: On this fifteenth birthday, things don't go exactly as planned. He is faced with an interesting dilemma, and yet he can't even remember what happened. Harry is left with no memory and stuck in a time that he doesn't know anything about. Now he must face this new world with a new identity and help the world move onto a better time.
Notes: For this story, I am writing it for my friend Daeleniel Shadowphyre, it was her who wanted to see Harry as Godric for a change. The title is Latin for Time Shift. There was a comment on Harry possibly being recognized, I want to remind everyone that Harry is older than when he left, which can make a difference. He arrived in the Founders era at fifteen, and since then he had his kids after five years, which would have made him twenty, and now they are eight. That makes him twenty-eight. So he is a lot older than before.

Chapter 10: Potions Master

Severus Snape had spent the past week avoiding Godric Gryffindor, a feat he found to be quite easy. It was mainly because Godric was doing his best to avoid everyone as well. It was this behaviour that drew the potions master's attention, but only because he wasn't sure what to make of the enigmatic Gryffindor. He knew what the books and legends said about the paragon of Gryffindor, but this man was the complete opposite of all those stories. Godric acted more like a Slytherin, at least in Severus' mind. It was that part which struck him as odd, as well as having the effect of causing his rather hidden curiosity to rise to the surface. Severus didn't like to admit it, but he was a curious person. He was just good at hiding it from other people's view. He felt that he had to; otherwise he thought that he would be confused for a Gryffindor. Well, at least that's what his mind said. He was sometimes unsure of whether his curiosity could be taken as either Gryffindor or Ravenclaw like.

Severus was wandering the castle that night, his patrol almost over. He came around a corner and scowled at a man that was sitting on one of the window ledges. He automatically thought that it was a student out after curfew, but that because he couldn't think of anyone else that would be out at that time of night. In fact, the person's posture reminded him of the boy that had gone missing two years earlier, one Harry Potter. He shook his head, trying to get that thought out of his mind. He knew that the boy was dead, which was what the entire Wizarding World thought. Nobody had seen a glimpse of the boy after his disappearance two years earlier. Severus walked over to the person, ready to chew them out and give them a detention. However, the words died upon his tongue the moment that the person looked at him. He saw that it was not a student, but was actually Godric. The man stared at him with green eyes that looked both familiar and unfamiliar at the same time. Their colouring was more of a sap green than the emerald he was use to seeing. Godric gave him a slow blink that many people would expect of a person that was thinking a little too hard.

Godric raised an eyebrow at him. "I didn't think that many people would be out at two in the morning. Of course, there is a distinct lack of patrols happening. That is something I believe would have continued throughout the ages. I'm use to being up late; since this was the time I patrolled the castle halls. No need to do so at this point, I'm not a faculty member any longer. Not that I enjoy how the students act, even though I made it quite clear that I do not want their praise. It appears as if respect towards an elder's wishes has died off since my time." He shook his head in amusement at what he had said, looking out the window as he did so. He didn't seem to care whether or not Severus stood there; it was of no consequence to him. Of course, Severus was more shocked than anything else. The fact that Godric had caused it was a miracle, and something students would have paid to see. He stared at Godric with an almost unreadable expression.

Severus was about to say something when he noticed the book in Godric's lap. It was open and at an appropriate angle to see the writing. The writing looked neat, and, though he was a little too far away, appeared as if it was written in Modern English. He found that to be interesting. He didn't think that the young founder would have known how to write the language, yet he couldn't have been sure. The confusion came from the fact that Godric had understood them the instant that they had spoken to him. He shook the thought out of his head. "I would not have thought that you would leave your son alone. That seems quite irresponsible if you ask me." Godric turned his head towards Severus once again. He didn't appear as if he felt the need to respond to that statement. He shook his head and looked in another direction.

Godric closed his book. "I'm from a time where this is normal, plus I keep my rooms locked. I've noticed that a lot of spells appear to be lost to the wizards of this time. It's quite amusing to see the disadvantage that you put yourselves through." He chuckled to himself and shook his head once again. Godric stood up and walked over to Severus, a smile upon his face. Godric was shorter than Severus, forcing him to tilt his head upwards. He then hummed a slight bit. "Interesting…Well, Severus Snape, I shall leave you to continue patrolling. I should probably talk with the headmaster. I have read your newspaper; you need to keep a better watch. You wouldn't want someone evil to walk these halls, now would you?" He then walked in the direction of the dungeons. Severus stared at the younger man's back. He shook his head at a thought that rushed through his mind. Ignoring it, he went back to his patrol.

~Next Day; Dungeons~

Classes had ended for the day, forcing Severus to head to the student lab. He had to spend about three hours, three times a week, in the study lab. Not many students used it, minus the N.E.W.T. students and the Slytherins that either did research or practical work. He silently wondered if anybody told the other houses that it was there, seeing as he knew that he shouldn't have to. However, it was a little known fact that there were spare labs for different subjects. It was a way to get teacher supervision when doing practical applications outside of class. He found it interesting how the teachers didn't seem to tell anybody below N.E.W.T. level about the study labs. He entered the lab and saw someone sitting at one of the tables.

He looked at the person and recognized him as Godric. He blinked in surprise before noticing that there was someone sitting on the stool beside the man. The young founder didn't seem to be paying attention as he read aloud from a book. He appeared to be using it as a way to instruct the child on how to do something. He recognized the young boy as the Godric's son, causing him to frown at the sight. Godric did not strike him as someone that could do potions, though Severus watched in silence before moving to his desk. He made his way to the desk and proceeded to listen to the man speak. He then realized that the words the man read were his own, which was enough to garner his full attention. He cleared his throat, causing Godric looked up. "Did you borrow that book from the potions classroom?"

Godric tilted his head and nodded. "Yes I did, I hope that you don't mind. Salazar was helping Ash learn his potions. I want to continue with those lessons, but my skills are limited. I'm just reading the instructions out. Ash is a bit of a natural, but I think it's from Salazar's tutoring. I have always been a bit hopeless in the art of potion making." Ash was sitting there as he waited for the potion to finish simmering, glancing between the two adults at random intervals. Severus made the boy nervous beyond all reason, especially with the fact that it appeared as if everything was scaring him. He looked down at the potion and tugged on Godric's sleeve. Godric looked at the yellow liquid and then at the book. He read the next set of instructions aloud. Severus watched for several seconds before looking at the paperwork he had brought with him. He didn't know if anyone would show up, but he did have to sit there during the entire three-hour period.

He sat there, listening to the two go over the subject that he taught. He avoided saying anything, as it seemed to be going all right for the most part. He was glad that someone was doing potions the way he wanted, besides the fact that it appeared as if Ash knew what he was doing to an extent. That was something Severus thought to be a good thing. He didn't like it when students blew up potions, yet it was inevitable in his classes. He glanced up as soon as he realized that everything was silent. He hadn't been completely listening to the session. He saw that Godric was alone at the table. It looked as if they had finished, though it shocked Severus to realize that the silence had started earlier than he had thought. He had been a little too caught up with his thoughts. "Where is your son?" Godric looked up when Severus spoke.

Godric smiled a bit as he continued to clean the table they had been using. "He finished his potion. I know that you were listening, but it's obvious that you were quite into whatever it is that you are working on. He completed it just fine, seeing as this book was quite useful. I know that he's learning and needs the help, but I'm doing all that I can. If this were magical creatures, there would be no issue on whether I knew what I was doing or not. It is my subject after all." Godric gave a shrug and began to focus on cleaning once again. It was easy to see that he much preferred to get the cleaning done. Severus shook his head as a thought passed through his mind. Severus did not take his eyes off of the man.

Severus cleared his throat. "So your son likes potions?" Godric nodded. Severus stared at the man, trying to figure out what it was that made him speak to the founder. He didn't like the idea that something was controlling his actions. He found it unusual, but he blamed it on the man not acting like the perfect Gryffindor. "I could give him some lessons from time to time, if he would be willing at any rate." He stalled at those words. He didn't like teaching, but it had more to do with the fact that he preferred to teach those with talent. There were not many students with talent, though he had one that he would never admit it to.

Godric glanced up at Severus. He saw that the man was still staring at him. "That could be arranged, if Ash will allow it. He's not acting like himself, but he might be willing to open up to someone that actually knows something about potions. Well…Can teach him in a manner that he's use to. He's more use to Salazar's methods, mine are a little off putting. I do what I can, but I shall speak to him about you possibly teaching him." Godric stared down at the table he had been cleaning, glad that it was as clean as it was going to get. He walked over to the sink and washed out the rag. He preferred to do a lot of chores using Muggle methods, often receiving lectures from Salazar because of it. The memories of certain lectures caused him to smile in amusement.

Severus continued to stare at Godric. He had not seen someone clean that thoroughly in a long time. In fact, people tried to avoid his cauldron scrubbing detentions whenever possible. He watched as Godric banished the book back to the potions classroom. Severus only nodded as he watched Godric leave the room. He was left alone in the study lab; unable to stop staring at the spot the man had been standing. He shook his head and returned to his work. He still had a bit of time before he could leave. He didn't know whether any students would arrive or not, but he had to be there. He focused on grading, knowing that he had time to figure Godric out later. However, he had to focus on the present. It was what he needed to do after all.

A/N: Here's the chapter. Now here's little more into the Potion's master's view on everything. Hope that you all enjoyed it. Later.