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CHAPTER ONE

Who Are You?

"Boy! Wake up! Fix my Dudders breakfast!" A screech called through the door along with a quick rap of Petunia Dursley's knuckles. Quick footsteps echoed down the hall as she got ready for her son's fifteenth birthday.

Harry Potter groaned and rubbed his eyes. He was still fourteen and had until the end of the month until his birthday. Harry had lived with the Dursley's since he was just over a year old. His parents had been murdered and Harry had been sent to live with his mother's sister, Petunia. The dark wizard that killed his parents was resurrected the year before and now the protection at his relative's house was more important than ever before.

Harry reached for his glasses and yawned. When he opened his eyes, the sight before him almost made him scream. Before him stood four people that he never expected to see. He had only seen them in pictures before.

Standing before him was the founders of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Harry shot up and scuttled back until he hit the wall.

"Who are you?" A tall man with whitish blonde hair asked.

"Harry. Harry Potter." He stuttered. "Sir." He hastily added. "What-what are you doing here?" Harry looked closer at the four people and noticed that they didn't really look very much like they did in the pictures and that they most likely were not the founders. They couldn't be, after all the founders were dead.

"Allow me to introduce us. I am Helga Hufflepuff, that man is Godric Gryffindor," the tall red head pointed to the pail man that had first spoken, "that is Rowena Ravenclaw," she pointed to a short girl with light brown hair, "and the man scowling in the corner is Salazar Slytherin." The man that was pointed to had a striking resemblance to both Harry and Tom Riddle.

"You can't be, you all died a thousand years ago." Harry's voice trembled slightly.

"I know we died. It happens to everyone. I can remember my life; I'm just in the form of when I was 38, as are the rest of them." Ravenclaw said tersely. Intelligent blue eyes looked at Harry through glasses that sat delicately on her nose.

"Why are you here then?" Harry asked.

"I should be asking the same of you, or rather why you brought us here." Slytherin sneered as he approached Harry's slight frame.

"I-I didn't bring you here! I just woke up and you were here! I swear!" Slytherin grasped Harry's chin in a surprisingly gentle grip and forced the boy to look into eyes so like his own.

"It involves too much magic for you to access at your age anyway. How old are you? 12? 13?"

"I'm almost fifteen." Harry growled.

"Still too young. Helga, come over here and find out how he has access to so much magic already. Wizards don't start to mature until they are seventeen. And even then it takes over a year to gain even half of their full amount." Slytherin said.

"What do you mean?" Harry asked.

"The reason witches and wizards go to school from age 11 to 17 is that you are to learn the spells with only a small amount of magic and a large amount of thought. School is to develop your skill and knowledge. During your last year, your true magic begins to emerge and the teachers help you to control it." Slytherin said, much the same way a parent answers their child's question. His tone was explaining and almost coaxing Harry to understand it, not sounding as though the question was stupid like many teachers sounded.

"It appears that a powerful spell was used when he was very young and it has been chipping at his magic's walls all this time. It looks like the spell was originally meant to drain the person of magic, and life. But instead it is just feeding his magic, in a sense, by allowing a lot of magic free before he matures." The tall redhead said from where she had moved next to Harry.

"So how did I, er, summon you?" Harry asked.

"You must have wanted help and your unconscious mind chose us." Ravenclaw said.

"Boy! If you don't get down here right now you will get a beating you'll never forget!" Vernon's roar rang through the house. Harry jumped quickly, accidentally ramming his head into Slytherin's face. The black-haired man let out a grunt of pain as he grabbed his face. Harry looked horrified.

"I'm so sorry Mr. Slytherin!" A bark of laugher came from Gryffindor. Slytherin shot the man a glare.

"Shut up." He grumbled. He then turned to Harry. "Call me Salazar; never call me Mr. Slytherin." Harry nodded sharply.

"Boy!" Thundering footsteps boomed under Uncle Vernon's massive weight. Harry jumped up and ran to the door. The second he opened it, his uncle's fist shot out at Harry's face. The teen was light enough for his feet to leave the ground and for a moment he was completely airborne. The fat man grabbed a broken baseball bat and brought it down on the boy. As Uncle Vernon rose the bat for another strike, a light flickered and a sword was at the man's neck.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." Gryffindor said harshly. Anger turned his light blue eyes into a stormy grey.

"What. What. How. Who. What are you doing in my house!" Uncle Vernon yelled.

"Leave the boy alone, muggle." Gryffindor snarled. A sickening smell filled the room as a wet spot appeared on Vernon Dursley's pants. "Leave before I kill you." The fat man nodded hastily as he ran from the room.

"Petunia! Dudley! We're leaving! Now!" He yelled.

"What as that?" Gryffindor asked, a repulsed look on his face.

"My uncle Vernon. I'm in my Aunt Petunia's care since my parents were murdered. My mom was Aunt Petunia's sister." Harry explained.

"That thing was disgusting." Ravenclaw's nose wrinkled in disgust.

"My cousin Dudley is fatter then he is tall." Harry said. "The school doesn't make large enough clothes, so if he doesn't loose weight he can get kicked out."

"Look at you! Skin and bones and you're saying that you're cousin is extremely fat!" Helga yelled.

"They don't like me much." Harry shrugged, too used to the fact that his only living family wished him dead.

"Those glasses really don't flatter you." Salazar said. Harry glared at him. "I just finished a potion for eyesight and haven't gotten around to testing it, yet." He explained.

"Salazar! You are not testing a potion on him!" Rowena gasped.

"I don't mind." Harry said. Slytherin looked almost giddy.

"Good, good. Now drink this." He gave Harry a vial of pink liquid and Harry drank it in a quick gulp after removing his glasses. It tasted like chalk, but the reaction was very sudden. His vision cleared so fast that he got a headache. He collapsed from dizziness and blinked a bit to get used to seeing without glasses.

"I can see!" Harry gasped.

"Of course you can! I made the potion!" Salazar sounded almost insulted save for the broad grin across his face.

"All right, now here's what I think the plan should be. We change ourselves into teenagers and Salazar will make a potion that will make everyone that doesn't already know who we really are see us as teenagers. But until the potion is finished, then we would look like our teenage selves." Rowena said proudly.

"So, you just decide for us all I see." Godric sneered.

"Yes, and you will agree because it is a good plan." Rowena snapped.

"She has you there." Helga smiled.

"Is there even such a potion?" Harry asked.

"Sure there is Harry, m'boy!" Godric roared, slapping Harry's back. "First potion Salazar ever invented, he wanted to move around unknown. Never did write it down."

"Of course not! I don't want anyone using it against me!" Salazar snorted.

"I guess that makes sense. How long will it take to make and how long will it last?" Harry asked.

"It will take thirteen days and I carry portable potion ingredients with me, always." Salazar's voice had become more serious. "It lasts until the person drinks the counter-potion." He looked at Harry. "Is there a room that I can make a potion in?" He asked.

"You can clear Dudley's room out. That would leave the master bedroom and the guestroom for you to sleep in." Harry answered.

"You only have four rooms!" Godric was very shocked.

"Well, I used to sleep in the cupboard under the stairs. My uncle moved up here because he was afraid of Professor Dumbledore. This really isn't my room, it's Dudley's second bedroom." Harry shrugged. "My relatives are muggles."

"I can see." Salazar sneered. "This is unfortunate." Harry rolled his eyes at Salazar's obvious dislike of muggles.

"Just start on the potion." Rowena sighed.

"Don't you four have to change your appearance?" Harry asked.

"Right you are." Godric gave a slight smile and all of them started to change.

"But, you didn't say anything!" Harry gasped.

"Um, no. Why would we?" Godric asked, confused. Harry just shook his head in amazement.

"Right, let's get started. I am going to clean up this place." Helga said. "The smell is horrendous and nothing makes it look like home." Her nose wrinkled in disgust.

"Can I see your schoolbooks? I want to see what you kids are being taught." Rowena asked politely.

"Sure, they're locked up in my room, under the stairs." She nodded and left. That left only Harry and Godric.

"What house are you in?" Godric asked.

"Your house. The hat wanted to put me in Slytherin, but Gryffindor was a close second. I had to beg it not to put me in Slytherin." Harry said.

"Hat?"

"Oh, the sorting hat. It sorts us into the four houses."

"Oh. Oh!" Godric grinned. "Didn't like Salazar's house, eh?"

"Well, I had heard a lot of rumors and I had met someone from that house and he isn't a very good person. All of his family has been in Slytherin for many generations. Their head of house hates me, though I didn't know that until after the sorting. The whole bloody house hates me." Harry growled, annoyed.

"Well, I tell ya one thing. We will not be in our own houses when we got to Hogwarts. That would be bad. I mean, hey can't figure out who we really are if we are young and in different houses." Godric explained.

"I see. So, where are you guys going to sleep?" Harry asked.

"Well, I guess Salazar and myself will sleep in the guestroom and the girls can sleep in the master bedroom." Godric said.

"Can I ask you something personal?" Harry asked, nervously.

"I might not answer."

"People say that the founders, uh, you guys, um, had. Slept together." Harry finished quickly, face burning in embarrassment. He had to have his curiosity fulfilled and this was the best way to find out, way to go Gryffindor courage. Godric looked at Harry curiously before he threw his head back and laughed. Harry felt his face flush even more. When Godric finished laughing, he brushed his pale blond hair out of his face and grinned.

"No, none of us ever slept with any of the others. We met when we were all 22 and all of us were married. Helga had two kids already and she and my wife were both expecting." Gryffindor shook his head lightly in amusement. "They think we did that?"

"Well, they don't even say that any of you were married." Harry said, his eyes were glaring and his lower lip stuck out a bit.

"You look just like Salazar when he pouts." Godric chuckled.

"I don't pout Gryffindor!" Harry yelled, though the words were twice as loud because Salazar's voice also joined his.

"Helga has finished making dinner." Salazar said icily. During dinner, the founders discussed what had happened during their day. Rowena spoke the most, talking about what she had learned and how they teach with a wand now. Helga spoke briefly about what she had done to the house and Salazar explained that he had gotten the most difficult part of the potion finished. Helga also complained about the filth in Dudley's room and the stench of the house.

Helga served desert and Godric cleared his throat. "You three won't believe what the kids today think of us." Harry buried his head in his arms. "They think that we were lovers." Godric snickered at the shocked look on his friend's faces.

"How could anyone think that!" Helga sounded scandalized. "Who started that?" She demanded of Harry.

"I don't know. The older students said it." Harry held his hands up in defense. "It's even suggested in Hogwarts A History."

"Well it's not true, so wipe that idea from your mind." Salazar growled. "So who are our heirs?" He asked.

"Well, the only known heir is your, Salazar. He is a half-blood named Tom Riddle. Now he calls himself Voldemort and is the new Dark Lord. He wants to kill me most of all." Harry said. "He's opened the Chamber of Secrets with the basilisk twice."

"Really?" Salazar asked.

"The basilisk is dead. I killed it." Harry gave a wince at the glare his way. "Well it was the basilisk or me, there wasn't really an option and if it makes you feel any better, the bloody snake bit me." Salazar raised and eyebrow. "Phoenix tears."

"That doesn't excuse you, you still killed my basilisk."

"Why would you have such a dangerous creature in a school anyway?" Harry sneered.

"I don't have to answer to a brat like you." Salazar sneered back.

"Then don't get on my case for killing it." Harry got up and left the table.

"And where are you going!" Salazar demanded.

"To sleep!" Harry shot as he stormed up the stairs.

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AN: Looking for beta. Sorry this was so long in coming, three days after school got out, i broke the nail on my middle finger about a fourth of the way down, maybe more. So typing was a bit painfull then.

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