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Harrison's POV
Three weeks passed much the same as his first week had. Before long it was already October. The only real difference was he was moving through time at least once a day.
Salazar as the Founder had asked him to call the elder had become something of a mentor. He taught Harrison meditation to control his magic. While he was still in the beginning stages of it his magic no longer lashed out wildly. With the exception of when he was angry.
In turn he found out that the ball of fur he had been was his animagus form. What the animal was at that point was hard to tell. He was some kind of canine with all black fur. Though he was allowed an hour each time to spend in his animal form.
The time he was spending in the past was increasing. At first it was only an hour or two. Now he was up to four hours. If this continued he might not be able to make it back.
One of the things that had changed since the first week was he was no longer interested in sportsmanship. At least not learning it from Professor Lyon. The man was a bastard. He was worse than Riddle.
While he went to the class he didn't try in it. For whatever reason Lyon didn't like him or any of the other Slytherins. His main focus was on the Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs.
So while he didn't try in class he memorized every form. When he ended up in the past or was alone he would practice them. It came far easier to him than using his magic did. It was like greeting an old friend.
On Halloween everything decided it was going to come to head. Classes had gone as they always had. He struggled in class while gaining control on his own time. Never letting on that he was better than what he showed.
He and Severus were making their way to the feast. It was supposed to be a huge deal. Given that their practice had run over they were already late. Professor Riddle was going to be pissed. Not that Harrison cared that much. The man was a bastard.
He felt a strong tugging sensation. He was being pulled through time again. This time however the sensation was far stronger than he ever felt before.
Looking around he realized he had stopped. Severus with a question look stopped with him. The world began to spin. He knew what was happening but could not stop it. He was taking both himself and Severus through time.
Harrison landed perfectly on his feet when it stopped. By now he was used to it. Severus however was not so lucky and landed with a thump on the rock floor.
He asked grumpily getting to his feet," What was that? What kind of magic was that?"
Casting a tempus that was fainter than before he said," That was a magic that I'm still learning."
His magic was not overwhelming anymore. Could that last step through time have used up to much of his magic? Then he remembered Severus. He had never travelled with another person.
A voice said from behind him," Ah brat there you are. I was wondering if you would show up today."
Both he and Severus turned. Salazar stood there with a heavy tome in his hand. The man didn't even look up as he spoke. Most likely he followed his magical presence.
When he did look up his green eyes sharpened at the sight of Severus. He asked sharply," Who is this?"
Severus breathed in surprisec," You're Salazar Slytherin!"
An amused smile tugged at both of their lips. Despite the fact that Severus wasn't supposed to be there.
Salazar replied," Yes, little snake I am Salazar. Harrison why is he here?"
Harrison explained what had happened. How they had been walking to the feast when it happened. Salazar seemed lost in thought for a little while.
Inevitably they began wandering to the Great Hall. The other founders were already there. They having been used to his sudden appearances greeted him. Helga and Rowena were friendly as usual. Gordric was gruff but friendly in his own way. The man promised to help him with his swordsmanship and dueling later. They shared a look but soon the older man turned back to his food.
He led Severus to the table he usually sat at if he was there for a meal. The school was different during this time. Instead of four long tables there was two. Ravenclaws sat with Slytherins and Hufflepuffs with Gryffindors. That was just how the majority of them liked it. Many students sat where they pleased regardless.
His usual spot was next to a Gryffindor boy named McMillan and a Slytherin known as Eathon. Both had gotten used to his strangeness and welcomed him as their heads of house did.
Other students mainly ignored him but not these two. Eathon had become a close friend. While McMillan had become someone to learn from. Despite him being a Gryffindor. They were both two years older than him and so they could help more with his schoolwork than someone his own age.
By the end of dinner when there still wasn't a tug on his core he began to get worried. Usually within an hour or so he would begin to fill a tug. Even small ones that told him he would be going back. Now there was nothing. Were they stuck here?
Marvolo's POV
Anger filled him as he stalked around the hall that night. The entire school was on alert. Two Slytherin first years had disappeared. No one could find them. So far the only place they hadn't checked was the Forbidden Forest and the Room of Requirement.
Marvolo for his part was checking the Room of Requirement. The other professors would check the forest. That was not some place he wanted to be on All Hallows Eve. Especially given the night was the full moon.
The Room of Requirement opened as it usually did. A quick spell told him that only he and the portrait were there.
He hissed at it,§ You wouldn't have seen two Slytherin first years would you have, Salazar?§
The portrait gave him the are you stupid look. That meant no he had not seen the missing students. To his surprise however the portrait sighed.
It said,§ The children are safe. Where they are I can't say.§
§Can't or won't?§
It wasn't that he cared about them but they were his students. He had to find them. Severus would have his mother looking for them. Harrison wouldn't have anyone looking for him. He was an orphan.
Salazar said with a laugh,§ Can't. You wouldn't believe me if I told you where they are.§
What could possibly be so outrageous that he wouldn't believe the Founder? Upon receiving that look the old man sighed.
He said forlornly,§ Those children won't be found by you. The only one who can find them in this school is Merriman Lyon. Given that he doesn't know what he is looking for. You will have to wait for the boy's return.§
Lyon. That bastard old one? He disliked the Slytherins. There wasn't a chance he would help in the search. So he would have to take Salazar's advice for the moment and wait for the children to return.
Wait he did. By the time a week had passed the search had been called off. There was no sign of the children and all of their supplies were still there. There wasn't anything anyone could do any longer.
Soon the two boy's faded from the memory of the students. All except for Lily Evans. The first year Gryffindor asked once a week about the boy's. Even with no new information she didn't stop.
James' POV
It was finally Christmas break. He had been waiting for this for almost a month now. It was James' favorite time of year. Not only was it a holiday but also his birthday was right before. So he got double the presents.
The only thing that could have made it better was if Lily Evans would stop ignoring him. Ever since the slimy Slytherins had disappeared she ignored him even more. It was as if she thought he had a hand in there disappearance.
As he entered the sitting room he heard his father say," We can't hide the truth from him anymore, Dorea. James has a right to know about the Potter curse."
He stopped his hand on the nob. What curse? He knew that they were cursed to have unmanageable hair. What else was there?
His mother said angrily," You can't, Charlus. He's just a boy. He doesn't need to know about what happened until he's older."
Charlus said with a sigh," There's no way to stop this. You know what the old books say. My own father told me when I was his age. Now I need to pass down the information."
His mother asked sounding slightly hysterical," Why him? Why you?"
His father sighed as he said," Because I'm the seventh son. That in itself isn't a big deal. The fact that James was the oldest of a set of triplets is."
He heard his mother gasp. It was luck that she did. It hid his own gasp. How was his father, a seventh son, Lord Potter? It shouldn't have been possible. Unless his six older brothers died.
The door he was listening at suddenly opened. He tumbled into a pair of warm arms. They caught him before he hit the ground. Looking up he saw his father's warm brown eyes staring down at him.
He said his voice hoarse with disbelief," Father..."
Charlus nodded to his mother. She threw her hands up in exasperation. Then turned and left the room. It was to be a conversation for just the two of them.
Charlus pulled him towards the couch. Once James sat on it he took the chair across from him. For a moment there was nothing but silence. It was as if Charlie was trying to steel himself for what he had to say.
When he spoke it was with a sad tone that James never heard him use before," James there is something I need to tell you. What is said today cannot go any further than this room. The only ones who know the story are myself, your mother, and the goblins."
James squared his shoulders. If his father thought he was old enough to learn this secret he would tell no one. Not even Sirius and his other best friends. What could it be though? Curiosity was killing him. He had to know.