Lily walked into Harry's room, and looked down at him. He was only eight months old, but he already looked nothing like her or James, except his eyes. Harry had her eyes. She knew if James found out that she had cheated (before their marriage) when she was trapped a thousand years in the past, he would freak out and might hurt Harry.
She looked out the bedroom door, and cast a spell, his looks would change slowly in three months, and he would look like James, and not his father. Lily knew she had to tell Harry one day, because the spell would wear off, when, she did not know, but hoped it would be a while.
Unfortunately she never got the chance, and Harry grew up thinking he was James's child, even after his appearance changed when he was fifteen, because the change had been slow.
When Harry was sixteen he got the power to control wind, a power that few had had, normally it was in families, but there had not been anyone who could control any elements in about a thousand years. Controlling elements was dangerous, if you did not know how, and Harry had no clue as to how he was to control his power. Or where he could live, either, since he had accidentally caused a small indoor tornado, he was kicked out.
He wondered the streets until he came to a dark forest. 'I might be safer in here than out in the open.' Harry thought as he went in, after about five minutes of walking he lay down to sleep.
"Salazar, why do I have to go with you!" a man said as Harry began to awake. "Because Godric, you know how dangerous it is for me to be alone these days! And I rather enjoy you company." The man named Salazar said. "Yeah right." Godric mumbled. "What was that, dear cousin?" Salazar asked. "Nothing." Godric replied solemnly. "Admitting that you, the great Godric Alexander Gryffindor, is scared?" Salazar teased. "No, I am not scared." Godric said coldly, glaring at his cousin.
Fuck! Harry yelled, when he realized he was in the past, then wonder why he just cussed in Parseltongue. "Who are you?" Salazar asked. "Harry Potter." Harry replied. "Which of your parents were of Slytherin blood?" Godric asked. "Neither." Harry replied, not showing the hatred he felt about anything Slytherin. "Only a Slytherin can speak Parseltongue, no matter what anyone else may think, so you are of Slytherin blood." Godric told him.
"Well I am not; it is just because of this stupid curse scar, and a connection I have to the only living Slytherin, in my time period." Harry told him. Salazar came up to him and looked at the scar. He ran a finger across the scar. "It is not; you are a Slytherin, even if you do not know it. You are Lily Evans child, right?" Salazar asked. "Yes, how did you know." Harry asked. "She was a pureblood, her parents and sister were squibs, she was the heir of the Anderson family, and that mark, was made when a killing curse was shot at you. A mark of protection, placed upon an Anderson child after birth, it wears off after five years, but if the child was nearly killed, it leaves a mark, the Anderson mark. It gives the child knowledge and power. Only your mother could have cast it, being the only witch in about two thousand years, all the others were squibs. It unfortunately gives a connection until the one who tried to kill you is dead, but they normally do not survive." Salazar replied.
