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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: 11 of unknown
Number of words in Chapter: 1,949
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 11: An Unwilling Agreement

Godric sat in his rooms, staring into the fireplace. He frowned at nothing in particular as he glanced down at the open journal in his lap. He had been looking through what he had written over the last several years, hoping that it would clear up the strange feeling he had been having. There was nothing in the book that even came close to explaining his unusual connection to the current day. He didn't look away from the book; instead, he reached over to a quill that was resting next to an open inkwell. He dipped the quill into the ink and began to write on the empty page in front of him.

Date: Unknown; Entry: Some high number

Well, it's been a while since I last wrote in this journal. I've ended up in a different era since then. It's strange, but this place feels more real to me than my home ever did. I don't know why that is. Not that it stops the uncomfortable feeling I get from this place. The emotion has me asking questions about whether this is a good thing or not. One part that likely adds into all this awkwardness is that Hazel isn't with me. She got left behind, though I do have Ash around. He's nervous and definitely not himself here. It's quite odd for him to be so scared. I can't blame him, seeing as I think that the feeling of how this place is more natural for me is quite odd. Of course, the biggest problem was that we were told that we never return home. That makes me worry about Ash, as he needs a more familiar environment. Plus, he also needs all his friends and family around, something he's not going to get while we're here.

One of the few things I'm glad about is the fact that my wand and this journal are always on me. Having the latter means that I can get my thoughts written out on paper, especially since there are so many of them. I've also been having strange dreams of late. A lot of the people I've seen in the school have been in them. I wish I knew what they meant. I think that it's just some kind of sensory overload. The only other issue I'm having is that the people here seem to think that they need to worship me. I can't stand that. They call me a founder, I'm not…It's just…Uncomfortable for me. I don't know any other way of putting it. Either way, at least my thoughts are on paper now. I just hope that this will allow my mind to clear up.

Godric

He set his quill down and looked at the words he had written, waiting for the ink to dry. He sighed and closed his eyes after a moment of thought. He wasn't sure what he was going to do, especially with the fact that he felt rather overwhelmed. A thought popped into his mind, one that he wasn't sure where it had come from. 'Maybe I should head out and wander around the grounds. No, I can't do that. Those students will come after me if they see me outside. I wish that they would listen to the truth and not the mass media. I am getting tired of saying that I'm not a founder. The person that wrote that piece of rubbish needs to have their head examined.' He sighed and shook the idea out of his mind. He was tired of hiding, but it was like the dungeons were the safest place for him to be. He would have spent time in the Chamber; however, he didn't see the point of doing that with Alucard dead. He didn't want to be in a place where one of his friends lay dead.

A knock resounded upon his door. Frowning, Godric set his book down and went to answer it. He wondered exactly who would be at his door. He opened the door and saw both Albus Dumbledore and Severus Snape standing on the other side. He knew that Severus had the knowledge of where his rooms were, but that the man wouldn't have willingly led the wizened headmaster down to the dungeon quarters. It was that bit of information that told him that the man was likely manipulated into it. Godric waited for one of them to say something, watching as Severus glanced over at Dumbledore. The potions master cleared his throat. "There, I have brought you to the…Head Gryffindor's rooms. Now, you can ask what you want for yourself." He turned around, his robes billowing behind him. He walked down the hall. Godric leaned forward to get a good look at the man's back as he left. He found the whole billowing robe effect quite brilliant. Nobody did that at home, but that was mostly because people didn't wear robes very often.

He returned to looking at Dumbledore when the potions master was gone. "You wanted to speak with me, headmaster?" He worked hard to be polite to the man, for there were moments when he felt that the headmaster was plotting something that would cause issues. However, he figured that the thoughts likely came from the fact that he didn't like how the man propagated towards the students. He thought that the students should be allowed to know the truth. Of course, the old man hadn't stopped him from trying to share the facts either. It was one of those confusing situations that Godric wasn't sure what was going through the mind of another person. He felt as if he was having a lot of those moments in his life.

Dumbledore gave Godric a smile. The smile caused a feeling of dread to rise up in Godric's chest. It wasn't helped by the thought that the headmaster was going to make him do something he didn't necessarily want to do. That idea scared Godric. He didn't like being manipulated, which was something he knew could happen. Dumbledore cleared his throat and stood a bit straighter. He was quite tall when Godric thought about it. The old man gave Godric another smile. "Ah Godric, I had heard a few things about you from the students. A few have said that you were telling them about how wrong they were in regards to the past. I was wondering if you would be willing to teach a history class. Our teacher, Professor Binns, has been getting a little tired and well…He's starting to fade more and more everyday." Godric stared at the man, unable to believe that he was seriously saying any of that. Godric briefly wondered if the fading had something to do with him, but put it off to the fact that the man was a ghost. It was the latter bit that made him believe that it had something to do with passing over.

Godric shook his head after a moment to clear it. "I'm sorry, I can't possibly do that. I…I'm not qualified to teach history. I know about magical creatures, not history. What I know is what I lived, which isn't the past for me. That's my life." Godric cursed the words as soon as they left his mouth. He knew that he was right about the lived part, but they were history to everyone else. All that he had lived through was history to these people. His statement allowed him to know that he had essentially walked into Dumbledore's request. "Fine…" Godric knew that he wouldn't get out of it after his declaration, as Dumbledore would give him a long talk that he didn't want to listen to. That's what made it easier to give in. Godric, on the other hand, wanted to stay locked in his rooms. Yet, he knew that it wouldn't work, seeing as Dumbledore had apparently taken lessons from Salazar on how to manipulate him. That fact went hand in hand with the detail about how Godric appeared to be getting a bit brasher, a feeling that the man didn't like. It was a quality that Salazar always tried to steer him from, when he wasn't trying to use it to his advantage that was.

Dumbledore smiled even more, the twinkle in his eyes shining even brighter than was humanly possible. He nodded. "I'll have a classroom prepared for you, unless you would prefer to be outside. It is relatively nice for the time of year. I've noticed that it's rather warm this fall. The students could enjoy a trip outdoors, one that has nothing to do with their normal classes." He then turned around and left the area. Godric got the idea that he was going to be outside and sighed. He rubbed his eyes as he attempted to figure out some way to deal with the problem that he found himself in. He knew that the headmaster would have gotten a yes, but that didn't mean that he had to like it. He just wished that the man had to work harder to get it out of him.

Godric closed the door. "I hate when my brain shuts off. What it is about confusion that causes me to say the strangest things. It's too common in my life. I need to figure out some way of stopping myself. It's beginning to get highly embarrassing." He glanced ahead as he heard a door open. He saw Ash coming out of his room. The boy was beginning to look a bit like himself again, much to Godric's happiness. "Well Ash, it turns out that I have to teach a history class outside. You're welcome to come." Ash looked at him and walked over. He hugged his father. "All right, just make sure to stay near me, got it?" The boy nodded. Godric knew that the hug was the child's answer to the offer. He brushed Ash's hair back and shook his head. There was too much happening for them. Godric then began to wonder how he would manage to entertain the students with tales from his life. It didn't seem interesting to him, but that had something to do with the fact that he had lived it.

Ash looked up at him. "I don't know what to make of all of this. I mean, why should we be here? Why couldn't we stay at home? You now have people always trying to hang off of you. I don't want them taking you from me." He closed his eyes and buried his face into Godric's chest once more. Godric set his hand on the back of his son's head, startled at how the eight-year-old was feeling. He waited to see if he would say anything else, but the boy didn't do so. That left Godric to wonder if there was a way out of the agreement, though he knew that it was unlikely.

"I would try to get out of it if I could, but I can't. I made an agreement to do it. If there is one thing I've worked on teaching you, it is that you should always stay true to your word. I said I would do this, despite the fact that I don't want to. Maybe I can make them see that there is something they don't know, especially since they think that what we went through isn't true. We know that's not the case, but they don't." He closed his eyes as he spoke. Ash hugged Godric again, getting a smile from his father. He held his son, his mind racing. He had to think about what to say to these students, which was something he would do.

A/N: Here you go, hope that you enjoyed this chapter. The next part should be interesting. Later.