Disclaimers: JKR still owns it all. I write AU/OOC...if you want canon you picked the wrong story.

A/N: Another repost which at one point was a challenge fic from a lovely lady here on fanfiction.

WALK THROUGH TIME

Chapter 1: In the beginning...

Hogwarts Castle stood tall and proud, conceived in love of knowledge and built with magic. Her founders were four magically adept youngsters, intelligent and powerful beyond anything seen since Merlin. And, all four of them had flaws that could get them killed.

The eldest of the Founders was Godric Gryffindor. Godric was an incredibly powerful man; tall, hard muscled, and fair to look upon. He had the red hair and blue eyes that would later be associated with the Weasley clan through one of his daughters. His problems lay in the fact that his father was a half blood demon of the fire wraith variety. There was also the small problem of him inheriting his mother's promiscuous nature…only men don't see that as a problem, do they?

Second was Helga Hufflepuff. Helga was a typical Nordic goddess of snow wraith descent. She had been born in Norway and sent to England as part of the trade agreements between her father, a Viking King, and the current King of Scotland. They had been hoping for a match between their children, but it didn't happen. Helga pretended that she was not unduly stressed that she and Salazar did not suit, however she did feel bad for him. Her snow wraith heritage simply would not allow her to mate with anyone not compatible with her and that meant she could go her whole life without being stirred to mate and procreate.

Rowena Ravenclaw was probably the most awkward of the four. She was a tall, slender, athletic woman whose veins carried both Succubus and Veela blood. She was also a fiery tempered, possessive woman when not immersed in her books. Rowena had not yet began to feel the call for her Veela mate. Normally she did not have trouble keeping her Succubus nature under control, but when someone touched her too affectionately she would have problems. Being in a castle with approximately a couple dozen adolescent boys wasn't that much stress, yes?

The youngest of the lot, a lad by the name of Salazar Slytherin, had turned eighteen some months before and was starting to show signs of stress well ahead of the other three. But that was because they had the advantage of having different magical creature in their blood as opposed to his. Salazar had just a tad of Harpy blood running through his veins and its effects were building. Either he find his mate and bond with said being, or Salazar would die within the next few months…1.

The other three helped as much as they could with Salazar's problem. Godric often spent long hours gathering rare ingredients so that the girls could perform arcane rituals in search of his elusive mate.

Then one day Rowena burst into Salazar's rooms while he was scrying the mirror and noticed something totally wrong about the image. Without first asking his permission, she cast the complex summoning charm that she had come to ask him about.

Salazar had turned to her, face wan and posture defeated, and asked, "Rowena, why would you cast a summoning on my reflection?"

The chestnut haired woman shook her head in frustration as she huffed. "Because you idiot, that was your soul mate, not you. Of all the times you cast that spell, did you not notice that that boy had a scar across his forehead and was wearing different clothes?"

Salazar hung his head before answering. He was totally confused about the image. He had always thought it was himself because he knew what that boy was thinking- the same thing he was thinking: always alone in a crowd of people and so desperately lonely.

Then he felt a disturbance in the force as if a million voices had suddenly cried out in pain and were suddenly silenced. (2.) Probably because everyone discovered that the savior of the Wizarding world had disappeared and the whole thing was echoing through time. Or, maybe, it is time that we realize that the all encompassing force that directs our fate even has control of magic.

In actuality what happened was Rowena did feel a disturbance in the air between the mirror and Salazar so she yanked him away from it. He was just about to hex her with a batch of creepy crawlies in her knickers when the mirror suddenly clouded up as if it were the vortex of a tornado and spat the boy out that Rowena had summoned.

The Harpy took one look and began cooing. Its mate had been found. Salazar Slytherin was now officially a very happy little wizard type man.

Harry Potter stood up, brushed himself off, looked around and decided that where ever he was, it certainly was not where he should be because if he were mistaken…and he was never mistaken…he was about to be eaten faster than a Terry's Orange chocolate egg by Ratty Baggins (an ugly sight my friends!).

(1.)Harpy definition has been borrowed from the story Black Wings by Harpy Wings (with her permission...)

(2.)Star Wars 4. Misquoted from Obi Wan Kenoi.