Disclaimer: I do NOT own Harry Potter or anything officially related to it.

A/N: Yay, another chapter down, I'm so proud. Now, I know the way Godric and the others talk doesn't make since considering the year they were alive, but I like it better this way, kind of like the way they talk in InuYasha despite being in the Warring States era.

And this is my version of the Founders and I'm trying to make this a pretty light and happy story, so they may seem very . . . strange. Especially Salazar.

Well, not much else to say other then, Thanks for being patient with me and keep reading and reviewing!

Chapter Six: Two Founders and Disappointment
Harry nervously sat down in the chair Godric indicated and clasped his hands in his lap, twiddling his thumbs, tuning down the offer of a drink or some snacks.

"Now, Harry, I know you must be wondering why you're here, correct?" Godric asked kindly.

"Amazing assessment there, Godric." The bearded wizard remarked sarcastically.

"Could you go five seconds without being an ass?"

"Could you go five seconds without being an idiot?"

"Well, that answered that question."

Harry remained silently, turning to look at one man then the other as two of the Founders started bickering like little kids. It looked like he was watching a tennis match.

He was still in shocked. First being attacked by Death-Eaters, then falling through time, meeting Godric Gryffindor, seeing Alucard, then who should show up?

You guessed it, Frank Stallone. (A/N: Anybody else get that?)

FLASHBACK:

"So, Godric, is this the fresh meat?"

There standing, wearing long robes of an emerald green so dark as to seem black, with a long pitch black beard that swept the floor, and piercing obsidian eyes, was no other than Salazar Slytherin himself.

Godric spun around and grinned, which seemed to irritate the other wizard. "Sal, old buddy, old pal, how are you on this glorious morning?"

"Godric?" Salazar returned calmly.

"Yes?"

"Fuck off and die."

Alucard snarled but Godric's almost demented looking smile didn't even waver. "Well, someone's in a good mood."

Salazar growled lowly in his throat before fixing his glare on Harry, who glared back. Salazar looked Harry up and down with a sneer. "You sure this is him? He looks like a runt, if you ask me." He sniffed.

Godric looked indignant. "Of course I'm sure!" He crossed his arms over his chest and frowned. "Honestly, I'm not a moron like you seem to believe. The boy is the one who activated the Time Portal and you know only the One can do that."

Harry blinked at this. "Time Portal? I told you I didn't – Hphm!"

"Ha, ha, kids these days, " Godric laughed apprehensively with his hand firmly clamped over Harry's mouth. "They say the craziest things, don't they?"

Salazar looked skeptically at Godric and Harry who was struggling to get free of Gryffindor. "I think you suffocating him, Godric." Salazar said mildly and watched as the boy started to turn blue.

"What? OH! Sorry, Harry!" Godric bit his lip and released Harry. "Sorry, my bad."

Harry took a deep breath and rubbed the back of his hand across his lips. "No lasting harm done." He smiled shakily at Godric.

"Now, boy, if you wouldn't mind finishing your statement . . . " Salazar trailed off with a raised eyebrow.

Sweat broke out on Godric's brow. "Um, why don't we go inside, where it's nice and cool?" He suggested and started heading inside.

"Godric, did this boy activate the Time Portal or not?"

"Um, I think so."

"You think so?" Salazar grounded out between clenched teeth.

"Well, I mean, where else would he have come from? Besides, Ro, told me the One would be arriving today and that he's name was Harry. This is Harry." He slung his arm around Harry's thin shoulders with a proud grin.

"And did he actually tell you his name was Harry?"

Godric blinked. "Um, no. But he never said it wasn't and I've been calling him that since we meet. And he probably would have corrected me if I were wrong because I know I can't stand it when some one gets my name wrong. Remember that old woman who kept calling me Badwick Studdlemire?" (A/N: Just a name I made up.)

"Yes." Salazar smirked. "As I recollect, you set her wig on fire."

Harry looked up at the founder of his house. "Were you always such a hellion as a kid?"

Godric blushed while Salazar's smile widened. "Kid? Boy, this happened last year."

Harry's eyebrows rose in surprise and he stared at Godric's reddened checks. "Really?"

"Uh . . . maybe."

Harry smiled. "Cool! I accidentally turned my teacher's wig blue once."

"No way! Awesome!"

Salazar slapped his hand to his forehead as he listened to the other two compare pranks and tricks they had pulled, giggling like imbeciles in his opinion.

However, as he watched them he had to admit he did see some resemblance between them. If the boy filled out a little, okay, filled out a lot, and grew about a foot, then he and Godric could be twins, minus the coloring difference of their eyes.

He could even see some of himself and the others in the boy as well. Yes, this must be the One.

"If you two are finished?" Salazar scowled and they shut up immediately. "Good, we have some things to do and everything must be explained to the boy. So, come on, inside."

He turned around, his robes flaring out dramatically behind him, and stalked back into the castle, expecting Godric and Harry to follow.

Which they did, Harry in curiosity and Godric because he didn't want to be left alone outside since Alucard had bounded off sometime during his talk with Harry.

They walked down halls and climbed staircases that were very familiar to Harry, before they took several turns and Harry found himself in a strange corridor.'I've never been to this part of the school. Where are we?' Harry thought as he gazed at the unrecognizable people in the paintings on the walls. Then his eyes strayed to Salazar and his eyes narrowed. 'He doesn't seem to be as bad and evil as the history books say, but I can never be too careful.'

Finally Salazar and Godric stopped in front of a grand, but filthy and smudged, mirror hanging between two skull shaped wall brackets.

Running one pale bony finger down the surface of the mirror, not unlike Griphhook had done on Harry's first trip to Gringotts, Salazar said, "Slythpuff." And the mirror glowed dimly before swinging forward to reveal an arched doorway.

Harry snorted, trying to hold back his laughter. Salazar frowned at him and Godic looked puzzled. "What, pray tell, is so funny?" Salazar asked coldly.

"That's your password?" Harry questioned with amusement.

Salazar looked floored. "You could understand me?"

"Well, yeah, of course." Then it clicked as to why Salazar was taken aback. "Oh. Let me guess, you were speaking in parsel-tongue?"

Salazar nodded and looked at Harry with more interest than before, Godric grinned. "Hah, told you he was the One." He looked really smug.

Salazar sighed and shook his head, beard swaying in front of him. "Forget it, come on." He stepped under the arch way and into the room it led to. Godric sulked. "You own me an apology, Sal. I told you his was the right kid and you didn't believe me."

"Fine. Sorry. Happy?"

"It'll do."

"Sit down, Harry. Would you like some tea or anything while we wait for Helga and Ro to get here?" Godric asked, holding up a tray of refreshments.

END FLASHBACK

You'd be in shock too wouldn't you if all this happened, right? Damn straight!

"Yes, sir, I would like to know why I seem to have lost my mind." Harry said before he snapped his fingers as though he just realized something. "Oh, now I get it. I'm dreaming. I was attacked by Death-Eaters, they knocked me out, and now I'm hallucinating."

"No, Harry, I assure you that you are quiet awake." Godric told him with a grin and sat down facing him before starting to shove cookies into his mouth at an amazing pace.

"Aww, nuts." Harry sighed.

"Harry, wants wrong? You really don't want to be in the hands of the men who attacked you, right?"

"I suppose not, but if it was a dream then I wouldn't be so disappointed."

"Disappointed? What are you disappointed about?"

"Well, since meeting you, all my pride of being a Gryffindor has gone down a bit."

"What?" Godric sounded hurt.

"I mean, I had all these beliefs that you were this really smart, really brave, really great guy . . . but you're actually rather goofy and, to put it mildly, out of your friggin' mind."

Salazar nearly fell out of his chair laughing.

A/N: Good? Bad? Love it? Hate it? Wish it would burn forever in the ninth level of Hell? Tell me! Ahhhh, the punctuation! Why isn't working right?

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