"So who do you have there?" Kingsley Shacklebolt approached the group.

"Voldemort is the top one." Harry said, "He's dead. He tried to use the killing curse on me again and it reflected back onto him."

"But he died." one of the Aurors stated.

"No he was just removed from his body." Hermione stated, "He used some very foul dark magic to keep himself here."

"A horcurx." Albus gasped, "Did you find it?"

"We did." Ginny held up the diary, "He used a book to anchor himself. We destroyed it after Lucius Malfoy tried to pass it to Harry during his second year. Mr. Malfoy should be very happy to learn that his master won't ever know he gave us the means to destroy him."

"Harry could we have the memory of the graveyard?" Albus asked conjuring a flask to hold it.

"Certainly." Harry pulled the memory out and cut it off when Voldemort sent the killing curse.

"One more thing before we go Headmaster." Neville stated, "Karkaroff put a compulsion charm on the cup and then entered Victor Krum's name. Then Mr. Crouch put in Harry's name and added a confudus charm. We are certain that Victor's name would have been pulled even without his headmaster cheating but Harry's name wouldn't have come out without both charms put on the cup."

"Thanks for your help." Harry waved, "I couldn't have fought all the death eaters and Voldemort all by myself."

"Congratulations on winning the tournament and stopping the dark wizard Tom Riddle aka Voldemort." Ginny put a hand on Dobby.

"Congratulations." the rest of the group added as they also touched the elf.

Harry weakly waved as they popped away.

The stunned crowd never noticed seven teens sneak up behind Remus who moved to look like he was holding them back. Albus coughed after several moments and the crowd blinked and everyone turned to the headmaster.

"Well I think the award needs to be given. What do you think Minister Bones?" he asked.

"Yes, right, gather round champions." Minister Bones called and the four champions approached, "You all did excellent work during the tournament and I have been told you are all coming out of it friends."

"That's right." Cedric was the first to speak, "I count them as my friends."

The others nodded in agreement before she continued, "Very good. International cooperation is the reason we hold this tournament."

"I sincerely hope no one gets the bright idea to do it again." Harry grumbled.

"Agreed." Fleur, Victor and Cedric answered together.

Harry and the other champions spent the night under Madam Pomfrey's care. Sirius and Remus stayed by his side all night keeping watch over their boy. Harry woke the next morning to hear Madam Pomfrey berating them for invading her ward. While she was keeping them busy he pulled his wand and sent four spells. She stopped mid rant as both men's hair changed right before her eyes. Sirius was given short spiky pink hair while Remus' grew long and turned bright blue.

"Are you alright Poppy?" Remus asked.

Her only answer was to start laughing. They turned to look at each other in concern for the medi-witch and each noticed the others hair.

"Your hair." they pointed and said at the same time.

Harry couldn't hold it in any longer as he started chuckling, "That's what you get for waking me up when I need the rest."

"She was the one yelling." Sirius pointed at the laughing woman.

"That's who I was talking to." Harry rolled over and tried to pretend he was going back to sleep, "I wanted her to quit yelling."

"Harry fix it." Sirius whined. When Harry gave a fake snore Sirius stood and started to tickle him, "Fix it, fix it, fix it."

"Ok, ok stop tickling me." Harry gasped, "You whiner."

"Why not fix it yourself?" Cedric mumbled as he and the others sat up to see what was happening.

"He has found a way to keep us from being able to fix it." Remus explained, "Finite won't work and he won't tell us how he's doing it."

"Good job Harry." Cedric grinned.

As Harry was restoring their hair the door to the hospital opened and a large group entered. Albus was in front and he clapped his hands, "Good you are all awake. You have forty minutes before breakfast so get cleaned up."

Friends and family for each champion entered carrying clothes and things for the four of them. All Harry's friends were there as well as the rest of the Weasleys. Harry grinned when Bill split off to talk to Fleur instead of coming to his bed.

"Looks like your match making skills are in top form." Harry told Ginny as he pointed out Bill kissing Fleur's hand.

"But of course." she answered with a terribly fake French accent.

The friends and families of the champions led them all down to breakfast where all the schools waited for their appearance. Cheers rose from all tables as they entered. Everyone found a seat and Albus stood at the front.

"Congratulations Champions. Unfortunately the end of the tournaments marks the time for departure for our new friends. This evening we will be having a feast and then we will all gather in the courtyard to see them off."

"Harry, how about that game you promised me?" Victor called over his family.

"After breakfast?" he asked.

"What's this?" Albus asked.

"Harry and Victor are going to have a seeker competition." Sirius said loud enough for everyone to hear, "You don't have classes today do you?"

The room was filled with cheers when Dumbledore called off classes to watch the battle of the Seekers. It was an amazing display of skill and daring as the two fought back and forth to capture the small ball. They had equal brooms but each had an advantage over the other. Victor had size and could knock Harry around. But he had to get close first and Harry's smaller stature allowed him much quicker maneuvering. In the end Victor won but it was by a much smaller margin than he thought it would have been.

"Harry your mates didn't exaggerate." Victor clapped him on the back as he laughed, "When word gets out you almost beat me I expect the English National Team to be knocking on your door."

Harry shook his head in disagreement, "It was truly an honor to compete against you, both in the tournament and today. Maybe we can repeat this match again someday."

"I look forward to it."

That morning the papers had been full of Harry. His winning the tournament and defeating Voldemort when he tried to return. Harry sighed upon reading them after the match with Victor, he wouldn't be out of the papers for days, possibly weeks. After lunch Harry's friends drug him off to an abandoned classroom with Remus and Sirius following along. They set up a variety of locks and protections before Hermione turned on him.

"Spill."

"Do you have her?" Harry asked.

Hermione held up a jar, "Sound and shatterproof and she can't see out."

"Good job." Harry nodded, "Now what part do you want me to spill?"

"Why did you let the killing curse hit you?" Sirius said, "I can't believe you lived through that again."

"You don't look surprised by his question." Harry said to Remus.

"He caught me up." the man nodded.

"What happened when you got hit?" Hermione asked.

"Ok, I went to a white place where I was met and sent back." he said.

"Why did the Hogwarts crest on your shirt light up?" Ginny asked.

"I was met by the founders." he said, "I can't say what they said yet but it was enlightening. So Remus what happened here while we were gone?"

"Not much more than the panicked yelling that you popped back into." he answered once the shock of Harry's previous statement wore off, "I was able to keep Moody busy during the maze task by going with him and asking questions. He was a bit peeved at me. How did the inside of the maze go?"

"Not bad." Harry said, "No injuries, traps or anything else I couldn't deal with."

They talked for a while longer before Sirius couldn't stand it any longer.

"When are you going to tell us the rest?" Sirius said, "You kept telling me later. Is now later because I want to know how you knew about Voldemort and what scars do you have?

"Alright." Harry said, "Guys I'm going to let you tell them."

"Five years ago I was sixteen and dating Harry." Ginny started and the group informed the shocked marauders of how exactly they came to be in this time and what knowledge they had. They also filled them in on what had really happened in the current time line.

"I think it will take me years to get my head around all this." Sirius swore when they had finished.

"I'm just glad you lived through it." Harry said, "So let's make sure you live another ten to twenty decades, yes?"

It was several days before Harry got the chance to enter the ROR by himself. He wasn't sure what to ask for but he didn't have to worry about that for long. As soon as he approached a door appeared in the wall. He opened it and entered only to stop just inside the door as it quietly closed behind him.

"Someone at last." a voice called from a portrait in the circular room, "Please tell me you are here to rescue us?"

"Uh." Harry stared blankly for a moment, "Rescue?"

"We've been stuck in this room for what has felt like centuries." a black haired woman he was sure was Rowena Ravenclaw stretched in her frame, "Surely you can't leave me stranded with these fools any longer, not you Helga dear."

"I should say not." the blond woman huffed, "Although I agree about the other two."

"Not nice." the other two portraits grumbled.

"Please don't hesitate to leave them here." Godric huffed.

Harry chuckled lightly before the final portrait, Salazar Slytherin, spoke up, "So how did you come to be here? I thought there would be at least another one or three."

"What do you mean?" Harry cocked his head to the side.

"Heirs. Only the combined effort of all of our heirs can open the portrait room." he sneered.

"Oh well that's me." Harry said, "I kind of died and in that place of departure your spirits met me and told me I was their heir. Helga's by birth, Godric's by attitude and action, Rowena's by choice and Salazar's by conquest."

"By conquest?" Salazar asked worriedly.

"Your last descendant was an insane dark wizard. By your own words I needed to get back and finish off that piece of filth that called itself your heir." Harry said.

"Sounds like you." Godric looked at the other portrait, "You said just about the same thing about Lancerion."

"My son was an idiot." Salazar growled, "Figures he would taint the entire line. I knew I should have looked farther for a wife. Cass was a terrible mother, no discipline and plenty of spoiling."

"Don't be too hard on her Sal." Godric said, "She spoiled you too. That's what you get for marrying a spoiled pureblood girl."

"I know. I should have taken that lass from the village." he mumbled.

"Which one?" Helga said, "You seemed to have your eye on all of them."

"Rosey the bakers daughter. She made the best bread and didn't have a lick of magic in her." he sighed, "But Cass was prettier."

"Goes to show you that looks don't mean everything." Rowena smiled, "Brains is what makes someone worth having."

"As long as they use the brains for common sense." Godric mumbled.

"I heard that you overgrown…" Rowena started.

"Have you forgotten my grandson is present?" Helga interrupted before she could finish.

"Sorry dear." Rowena blushed a bit.

"What did you say your name was by the way?" Godric asked.

"Harry Potter." Harry said, "Do you want me to tell you just how long you've been here?"

"Please." they all smiled like little children.

"Over a thousand years." he was met with silence, "Things have changed, a lot."

"I bet." Rowena replied, "Did anyone finish my work on the Werewolf cure?"

"No Ms. Ravenclaw." Harry said, "I know a man who suffers from the affliction. The only thing we have is wolfsbane that allows him to keep his mind after transforming. But even that is fairly new. You all seem to be getting along pretty well. I guess your portraits were done before the split."

"What split?" Godric roared.

"We've always been told that Slytherin didn't want to teach muggleborns so he had a fight with Godric and left the school." Harry shrugged, "Not to mention Slytherin left his monster to kill the muggleborns."

"Wait a minute." Rowena stopped him, "What is a muggleborn?"

"A magical person born of non-magical parents." Harry said.

"Outrageous, I'm a muggleborn why would I make a monster to kill myself?" Salazar yelled.

"What is this monster supposed to be?" Helga asked.

"It was a basilisk but I had to kill it a few years ago." Harry said.

"She wasn't here to kill students. She was here for their protection." Salazar whined, "Why did you kill her?"

"She was being controlled by the same piece of filth I had to finish off." Harry shrugged, "I couldn't save her, he had altered her mind and all she wanted was to kill someone. I'm sorry."

"I think maybe history has been handed down incorrectly." Rowena said, "You must take us and hang us in a place where we can correct this injustice."

"What's this fifth portrait for?" Harry wondered.

"We can gather in that one." Rowena said, "I was the last to die and I wrote a note to Helena asking her to put it in the headmasters office. She never came."

"You were estranged from her." Harry nodded, "Was the Baron supposed to deliver the message?"

"He was." she agreed.

"I don't think she ever got the message." Harry said, "But I'll let… someone else explain that part. Anything else before we go?"

"Where are you going to hang us?" Helga asked.

"Well either your common rooms or the Great Hall is what I was thinking." Harry shrugged.

"The Great Hall." Salazar declared, "I want to see all the students. Maybe later we can be moved to the common rooms."

"Agreed." the other three stated

"Is it ok if I cover you up and then have a big reveal at dinner this evening?" Harry asked.

"Yes but first your inheritance." Rowena instructed.

"I thought your five portraits were the inheritance." Harry blinked.

"No, you better sit down." Godric laughed.

That evening at dinner the school entered to find four cover spots on the wall opposite the teachers table. No one noticed until the teachers arrived and stood at the front of the room looking at the back with puzzled expressions. Harry's innocent grin didn't fool any of his friends.

"Harry what did you do?" Hermione exclaimed. The room was silent as everyone had spied the spots so everyone heard her.

"What makes you think I did anything?" Harry huffed.

"You have that look on your face that screams guilty to me." Ginny said.

"Me?" Harry asked innocently.

"You." the rest of the group answered together.

"Fine I did it, but you won't guess what it is." he grinned widely.

"Mr. Potter what did you do?" Professor Dumbledore called from the front.

"Isn't anyone going to guess?" Harry asked as he stood.

"I have a guess." one muffled voice stated.

"Hush you aren't supposed to say anything." Harry scolded.

"But I have a guess." it said again.

"You can't guess you idiot, you already know who we are." a woman's voice sounded.

"Mr. Potter?" Albus stated again.

"Fine, I was wandering around this afternoon and stumbled upon a room I've never seen before." his friends all looked confused because they though he went to the room of requirement. Harry grinned as he strung everyone along.

"Get to the point Potter." Severus growled.

"Certainly." Harry smiled widely, "Inside this room I found five portraits. Harry pulled his wand and flicked it at the headmaster and another portrait appeared at his place setting, "So I brought them out for everyone to see."

"Well uncover them already." Hermione said loudly.

"Yes uncover us already." the muffled voices sounded.

"Fine, ruin my fun." Harry raised his wand and with a flourish the covers dropped as he said, "May I present the founders."

Gasps were heard throughout the hall as the covers dropped to the floor and the founders were once again seen as they were meant to be.

"Harry you said things have changed." Salazar commented, "This hall looks exactly the same."

"Hogwarts hasn't changed much Sal." Harry said, "It's the rest of the world that has. Muggles have made great strides in advancements."

"Like what?" he asked.

"They can do almost anything we can and some of their things are better." Harry said, "Take for instance flying, they have made aircraft that can hold from one to hundreds of people. They can fly for thousands of miles comfortably."

"Tell us about Sal's family later I want to know what medical research has turned up." Rowena said, "You said no cure for wereworlves yet, but how about the vampires?"

"What are we supposed to do for them?" one Ravenclaw asked, "They're just stupid blood suckers."

"What?" Helga yelled, "All magical creatures deserve to be treated as equals. No one group is any more important than another. We all work together to make our world a better place and those afflicted with disease should be healed not scorned."

"Ha your founder is so stupid just like the rest of you puffs." Pansy Parkinson laughed.

"Well I never thought I'd hear something so horrendous coming from my house." Salazar spoke up, "I am so sorry Madam Hufflepuff, I am thoroughly embarrassed."

"Sal you need to give Pansy a bit of a break." Harry said to the shock of the school, "She's a pureblood, I think fifteen generations isn't it Pansy."

"Seventeen." she corrected snidely.

"I see what you mean." Salazar shook his head, "Pansy dear girl, marry a non-magical it's the only way to salvage your blood line now."

"What?" many of them stood and glared.

"Anyone who doesn't have new blood at least every ten generations is at risk to lose their magic or worse." Rowena stated, "Isn't it in the charter to only accept students that have no more than ten years pureblood?"

"I don't believe so." Albus said, "Nothing has been removed from the charter in nearly one thousand years, but I've never seen that."

"Look at item number seventy five." Helga instructed, "It was seventy five wasn't it."

"I believe you are correct dear." Rowena agreed.

"Mr. Slytherin." Luna's airy voice sounded, "If you don't mind me asking how many generations of pureblood do you have?"

"None thank goodness." he responded, "I'm, oh what did you call it Harry, when born of non-magicals?"

"Muggleborn sir." Harry smiled as the rest of room gasped again.

"Yes that's the word." he smiled, "Now how many of my snakes are muggleborn?" Not one hand was raised, "This is preposterous where is Singe?"

"Who?" Harry asked.

"That blasted hat where is he?" Salazar demanded.

"I'll get him." Albus lifted his wand and summoned the hat. When it arrived he set it up on the table.

"Singe why don't I have any muggleborns in my house?" Salazar demanded.

"It is not safe for them there." the hat spoke up, "Glad to have you all back, maybe you can straighten this mess out."

None of the Slytherins were happy about their portrait and the next morning authenticators from the ministry arrived to make sure it wasn't some sort of fraud. When they left they had confirmed that all four were original and not confounded.