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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: 12 of unknown
Number of words in Chapter: 2,322
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. For those that wonder whether the people in the present have been looking for Harry, I can actually answer that (for it's not that directly addressed in the fic). Yes they have been looking for Harry, but two years and no sign has left them thinking that he's dead. So that's the answer to that one. Also, this chapter is dedicated to a very good friend that I consider one of my sisters, lil_spife29. She's very good when I need a distraction from the curveballs real life throws me.
Chapter 12: History Lessons
Godric paced back and forth in front of the lake, trying to figure out what he was going to teach the students. He had a lot of things running through his mind, but the most important was about Salazar. He had talked with the portrait version and knew many the people thought that Salazar was an evil man. It wasn't the truth, though he did want their world to be cautious. Salazar had believed that was important. It was the complete opposite of most people, for they wanted to be out in the open. Godric ended up agreeing with Salazar over the masses. He had seen many young children burned at the stake before they could master the freezing charm. It was those experiences that made him laugh at how the history books tried to say that real witches and wizards always froze the flames. Yet, not everyone could master the skill quickly enough to make use of that spell when being burned. Of course, Godric's mind went over the twelve-year-olds that he had seen burnt at the stake for being magical.
He glanced over at Ash. The boy was sitting at a nearby tree. He could see the smile ghosting upon the boy's face as he attempted to skip rocks across the lake. His attempts only got one, maybe two bounces, but that wasn't what mattered. Godric shook his head after a moment and glanced back at the castle. He knew that the students would arrive soon, though he didn't know what to expect. The only thing that he knew was that Dumbledore wanted some kind of lesson. Godric sighed. 'I seriously hope that he doesn't make the whole school come out here. I couldn't handle that many people.' He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair, pulling some of the strands out of his ponytail. He glanced over at the building and frowned at a group of students that walked out. He saw the one girl that had told him books were always right in among the group. He couldn't believe that there were really that many students in a history class. He fought back the groan that wished to escape as a thought passed through his mind. 'Oh Merlin, he's got the entirety of the seventh years here. What does he think I am, some kind of saint? There's no way that I can control this many kids. He's meddling old coot.' Godric scowled as some more interesting words went through his mind.
Godric moved over to Ash and watched as the boy continued to skip rocks. "All right, the students are arriving. You'll need to continue to being good." Ash nodded and looked over at the students. He shifted a bit, but was remaining quiet. Rubbing his eyes yet again, Godric sighed. He walked over to where he was going to have the students sit. He grumbled as he thought about students in black robes sitting on grass. "I need to seriously learn to say no. Why is it I always feel this need to listen to authority figures?" He shook his head and saw the students plop down in front of him. He decided to get a few answers before he began to try and teach history. "All right, I was asked to teach you some history. I will tell you now that this will dispel any illusions you have from those books that you think are historical. They would make better fiction in my opinion." He had finally stepped into the mode that he took when he was teaching a Magical Creatures' class. "Now, I want to know why you're all here. I didn't know which class I would get. I also imagine that not all of you are history students. I've overheard just enough to know that history is not the most popular class here."
A hand immediately went up. He noticed that it was the one girl that continued to haunt him. He nodded to her. He couldn't wait to see what she was going to say. He finally felt like he was in control, unlike before. He had been a somewhat hesitant and clumsy teacher, but it was where he could at least feel like he knew himself. He only wished it was in his own field. She cleared her throat. "Professor Dumbledore posted a notice this morning that said we were going to be having a history lesson outside. It also said that it was mandatory for all seventh years to attend. The notice even went as far as saying that our afternoon classes were cancelled." Godric fought off a groan at that. He kind of wondered what Dumbledore would have done if he hadn't slipped up and said the stupid thing. He was really wishing that Salazar was around to smack him upside the head a few dozen times.
He nodded after a moment of thought. He really disliked Dumbledore more than ever before. The man was good at manipulating him, yet he was also making decisions that were not his to make. It was one of those moments where Godric really wanted to scream and bash his head against the wall. He let out a slow breath as he tried to collect himself. "Well, I'll tell you a few things. I'm not going to go into as much detail as you would like, but that's because this is my life. There are parts that are private and will remain as such." He watched as the students seemed to stare at him with various levels of disbelief. He let out a slow breath and rubbed his eyes as some thought went through his mind yet again. "All right, there are several things that I plan to say here and now. Everything you're told will NOT be shared beyond this. It's for your knowledge. I don't want this to end up in the papers, as for some reason there hasn't been a mass of people trying to get at me. I am grateful for that. That's one thing I would assume the headmaster is attempting to avoid. However, I don't know and don't care. So, what we're going to talk about are some of the misconceptions that this era has with my own."
He watched as another student's hand went up. He waved it off. "I'll take questions later. However, we're going to start the lesson. The simplest bit for you to hear is that I am NOT a founder. That's something I will always say. I get tired of people telling me that I am, all of you act as if I don't know my own life. The school was founded years before I arrived. Each founder decided later that they wanted me to have my own house, though I kept fighting it. The only thing I can be thought of as founding is the Magical Creatures class. It's the one thing that I was good at. In fact, thanks to the help from my wife, I was able to learn how to research and discover interesting properties of said creatures. I saw that you still have copies of some of my research in the library." He stopped talking at that, letting the students think before he continued.
He sighed as he decided to go onto the next part of his talk. "The main thing you need to know is the truth about Helga, Rowena, and Salazar. The first one I will speak about is Helga. She was a lady of incredible heart. She was the mothering type and was a lady in all senses. She was of aristocratic birth, but she didn't take that for granted. She was a hardworking woman that held loyalty to all those that she held dear. She loved her family and her students. That's one of the things everyone has wrong about her. All of you think that her loyalty was an all over type. That wasn't what Helga was about. She believed that people had to earn such loyalty. She was a hardworking woman that wanted to support those that she cared about. However, she didn't give her loyalty to anyone that hadn't earned it." He liked the look of shock on the students' faces when he said the bit about loyalty. He had noticed that people seemed to believe that a Hufflepuff was loyal in general. He didn't want Helga's memory tainted with such naivety. He saw a hand go up. He nodded to the student.
The person put her hand down and cleared her throat. "So, you're saying that Hufflepuffs aren't the pushover that people like to think they are?" He nodded; glad that these students could listen. He had noticed that the respect many people had in his time wasn't present in the period that he was now living in. He glanced over at Ash. The boy had fallen asleep. He tried not to smile at the fact that at least his son was finally relaxed. He let his eyes focus upon the students yet again. They were all sitting there, waiting for him to continue. He could tell that this wasn't normal behaviour for them. He wondered how many of them were going to try and blab what he had said to the other students. He figured that it would be the only reason that they were sitting as calmly as they were. After all, gossip seemed to travel quickly in every time period.
Godric watched again to see if they would even move, for he had no intention to keep them all afternoon. He let his mind wander for a brief moment, though he pushed the thoughts away before they could completely take hold. "Well, onto Rowena. She was mostly what a lot of you believe her to be. She was a scholarly woman that valued knowledge above almost all else. She used to be a nun. She had been sent to a convent when she was a young woman, but, at the age of twenty-five, she left and got married. Of course, she still enjoyed wearing her habit now and then." He shook his head at the amusement that went through his mind. It was something that he hadn't expected to see. It was obvious that nobody else had either. The students sat there in shock. Most people viewed nuns and what not as a Muggle thing, but that wasn't true.
He waited a bit. It seemed that nobody was willing to ask about the nun bit. He figured that it was from the shock. "The last one is Salazar Slytherin. I've seen what most of you believe. However, he's my friend. He was there for me when I arrived at Hogwarts. He helped me get used to the society around me. Most of what happened was the fault of his family, not him. He did dislike Muggles a bit, which I won't deny. Yet, it wasn't for what all of you believe it was. He feared more for the safety of the Muggleborns. Many of them would have trouble learning the spells needed to protect themselves in their first year. This made it common for Muggles to get a hold of the recently finished first year and burn them at the stake. It wasn't a pureblood supremacy thing. He feared for the students. He wanted us to pull away so that we could protect ourselves. Of course, things do change, but that safety was constantly on his mind." Godric stopped and hoped that the students would either ask questions or not say anything.
The one girl raised her hand again. "So, you're saying that Salazar Slytherin wasn't evil? Why would the books be wrong on that?" Godric realized a moment later that it was the girl that kept going on about how books were right. He really thought that he knew her name, but he couldn't remember for the life of him. He sighed as he watched her moment. He felt very annoyed at how she kept acting like she was right and he was wrong. It was quite annoying.
He shook his head. "I've said this before, books aren't right all the time. Salazar wasn't the evil man people think. It was someone else that was related to him. He was a Viking, which meant that he wasn't liked in general. It was easier to blame him for someone else's mistake. The books, as I've seen, were written later and most likely from oral traditions. It was stated wrong for long enough that people think what they know is right. It's not." He then looked at Ash and saw him shift. "Just like the part of driving him out. If I drove him out, then how could I when he was still in the school when I came here?" He sighed. "I think that's enough for today." He went over to Ash and picked the boy up. The one girl sat there with a stunned look on her face. It was one of those times he was glad to shock people. It wasn't something he often did. That action made him feel normal. Yes he was having his own problems, but it was nice to be able to have some fun. He sort of wondered if he could help out in the magical creatures' class. He felt that he needed to be around something more familiar. Either way, there was a lot happening. Whatever it was, he would deal with it. It was the resolve he had made in his mind. He was a little shocked that the resolve came from basically putting people in their place, but it had happened either way. He got to his rooms and set Ash in his bed. He gave the boy a smile and went to do some reading. He needed to refresh his memory before he did anything else, which is exactly what he planned to do.
A/N: Well, there's the chapter. He's given the students a lot to think about, and he's finally come to a resolve he needed. Hope that everyone enjoys. Later.
