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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
: 29 of unknown
Number of words in Chapter
: 1,269
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, it was her who wanted to see Harry as Godric for a change. The title is Latin for Time Shift.

Chapter 29: Immediate Responses

Godric stood in the centre of his rooms. Ash was sleeping, though that was because of the lateness of the hour. However, Godric couldn't sleep. His mind was still racing. All of the things that had happened were rushing through his mind. He started to think about how much time he truly had left. He had no idea how long that was. He remembered what he had read, but he didn't put much stock into finding a soulmate. It was something that he often considered to be a fantasy written by people who were desperate. Then there were his strange memories that kept surfacing. There were other things, like the odd man that had accused him of not knowing who he was, but they weren't that important to him. He ran his fingers through his hair. He stopped and touched the scar that people seemed to overlook. It was something that he had often thought about, but it seemed as if most people missed it. It had faded a bit, yet it was slowly darkening up again. He had no idea as to why.

A knock on his door startled him out of his thoughts. His bangs fell over the scar and masked it once again. What Godric didn't notice was that the scar seemed to fade from view. It was as if something was trying to protect him. He walked over to the door and opened it. On the other side of the door stood Severus. The man didn't look that happy. He seemed to always scowl, but this one was darker than normal. Godric tilted his head to the side and frowned at the look. He kind of wondered what it was that was upsetting the man. He stepped aside and let him into the rooms.

It took Severus a moment, but he walked into the rooms. He looked around while Godric closed the door. When the door clicked shut, Severus spun around and looked at Godric. He was peering at the man. It was uncertain what he was looking at specifically, but there was something that seemed to have gotten into the potions master. He then stepped away. "The Dark Lord has expressed an interest in you. He seems to think that if you can come back, then Salazar Slytherin can as well. I know that that can't happen." Godric blinked at him. He wanted to say something about how Salazar wouldn't approve of the man, but he didn't manage to.

He closed his mouth as something lanced through him. It was a strange sensation, but he looked at Severus. It seemed as if the older man had felt whatever it was that Godric had. Godric closed his eyes and tried to find what the feeling was. It lanced through him, though this time it was a sharp sensation of pain. It pierced right through his heart. Godric's legs gave out so quickly that he crashed to the floor before Severus could even register what had happened. He took a step back. He hadn't felt the pain that time. He had only thought about it later. He could see Godric twitching on the floor as if someone had cast a Cruciatus on him. It was then that the mark on Severus' arm acted up. He didn't know what it was, but he felt that it was in response to the man on the floor in front of him.

Severus swore to himself as he kneeled down in order to get a good look at Godric. There was something on the man's forehead, but he brushed it off for the time being. He knew that he could look at it later. He tried different spells to calm Godric's spasms out. Godric wasn't screaming, though the look on his face showed just how much pain he was in. The man's hands were trying to grab into the stone floor ineffectively. Severus swore under his breath as he tried to think of other ways to fix it. He couldn't really think of ways that would help immediately. It wasn't a pleasant experience for the man. He went over everything that could work. Most of what he knew could work were potions, but they took time that he didn't have. He was holding the struggling Godric down when something came into his mind. He mentally cursed once again at the thought that had passed through his mind. It wasn't a good thought for him to necessarily have. It was a sign that whatever was happening had pushed him to this point.

He pulled out a potion that he had brewed years ago. It was one that only increased its effectiveness when aged. He had never thought that he would get to use it, but he had brewed it shortly before Harry Potter's disappearance. He had no idea what had prompted him to do that, yet he was glad that he had done so right then. It was a potion that contained the brewer's blood. What it was supposed to do was block spells like the Cruciatus from working on the recipient by giving the drinker the brewer's strength of will. The only reason that this worked was because it sort of formed a bond. Only those with strong enough wills could brew a proper batch. It read the magic of the brewer through their blood to properly work. Severus had been glad to find out that he apparently had the appropriate will.

He saw Godric's mouth open as he let out a silent scream. He let out a slow breath and dumped the uncorked potion into the man's mouth. He was going to spell him to swallow it when Godric's own body seemed to sense what was needed and swallowed on it's own. Godric's body went lax almost the moment the potion was in him. Severus slumped down, glad that whatever was going on had stopped. Yet, it wasn't over just yet.

Severus thought that they were out of danger, but Godric's eyes snapped open. They flashed a vibrant green that Severus swore he had only seen on the face of one Lily Potter. Godric gasped and a flash of red light left him and smacked right into Severus. What was happening wasn't meant to happen. Severus knew that. It was strange. It was almost as if something between them was opening up. He could feel some thing, but didn't know what it was. Images were flashing through his normally well-shielded mind. He tried to make sense of it all, yet something made it nearly impossible. Severus grabbed his head with his hands and tried to push the images out. They were all of times past, though he did recognize some of the images that flashed through his mind.

Suddenly, it all stopped. The images disappeared from Severus' mind. Severus opened his eyes in time to see a flash of black light leave Godric's body. Severus stared. There was only one reason for that flash of black light to be there. It meant that the bond that had been placed upon Godric had somehow been dissolved. He had no idea how that binding on Godric had disappeared, but it had. Yet, Severus could tell that he was still connected to Godric. He could feel the man. However, he knew that something was wrong. Godric's eyes opened and he groaned. Severus looked at him. He hoped that he would be okay. Godric just smiled a bit. "Thank you." He then fell unconscious. Severus sat there. He had no idea what to do, and that was the worst feeling that he had.

A/N: Well, here's the chapter. Some interesting things have happened. Hope that you enjoyed. Later.