A/N: Oh my God, it's been forever since I updated! I'm so sorry! And the worst part is, I don't even have an excuse like all the other writers, you know something like, exams or I was sick or my computer crashed or I was abducted by space aliens and was forced to under go awful experiments before I was finally released on the grounds that I would help them destroy Earth by voting, and getting others to vote, for Bush, thus setting the beginning of the end into motion . . . or something like that.

I'm sorry to all those who voted for The Guardians to be updated! I tried, I really did, but I just didn't have any ideas for it. I'm truly and totally stuck on it. Please forgive me! The story is NOT completely dead through, it's just that at the present moment – and for the past year – I can't get anywhere in the plot. The story just refuses to co-operate with me! Or I just really, really, suck at writing.

I'm guessing you're thinking the latter opinion, yes?

Anyway, I'm a horrible writer and I should be punished! Wait, Bush has already won the election! Ahhh, it's starting! It's the rapture! Everybody, run for the hills!

Ahem Sorry about that, I panicked for a moment, but I'm fine now. Okay, I've been thoroughly punished for breaking any and all promises I probably made in the previous chapters, so on with the story!

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Harry Potter or anything officially related to it, I'm just writing this for fun.

Warnings: Language, possible violence in later chapters, and SLASH later on.

Spoilers: At least the first four books.

Enjoy!

Chapter Seven: Meetings and Marriages
After awhile Salazar finally calmed down and climbed back into his chair, (he had eventually fallen off.) wiping tears of mirth from his eyes and chortling quietly.

Godric glared. "Bastard." He muttered darkly. He turned back to Harry. "You don't really mean that do you?" He asked with a small smile.

Harry paused, uncertain. "Um, " He laughed shakily. "Of course not." He rubbed the back of his neck. "I was just kidding. Ha, ha, ha. Funny, yes?"

"Aha! I knew it was a joke and a thumping good one, too!" Godric exclaimed, beaming again. "I mean, come on! Me? A disappointment? Ha, the very idea is laughable!" He looked at Salazar with a smug grin. Salazar just sighed and rolled his eyes, causing Godric to lose his expression of triumph and frown in anger.

"Excuse me? But didn't we come here for some reason?" Harry asked hurriedly before the hot-headed founder could start yelling at Slytherin.

Godric stared at him in confusion for a moment. "Oh! Right, of course, your inheritance." He eventually replied and clapped his hands together in a business like manner. Ignoring Salazar's murmured "idiot." Godric closed his eyes and wrinkled his brow in concentration.

Harry blinked, puzzled as he suddenly heard whispering coming from somewhere. He looked around but saw no one save himself and the two founders.

"Don't worry, boy, everything will be explained soon enough." Salazar told him seeing his expression and misreading it.

"Uh, what's that noise?" Harry corrected, straining to catch what was being said, but the whispering was to low.

"Noise?" The bearded man raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah, don't you hear it? Like a whispered conversation."

Salazar looked at him then at Godric, who still had his eyes closed. "Hmm, interesting." He said thoughtfully. "Hey, idiot, keep your voice down, Harry seems to be a touch sensitive."

Hearing the word 'idiot', Godric snapped his eyes open and glared at Salazar. "What did you say?"

"Harry could hear you."

"Come again?" He asked and looked at the teenager, who fidgeted nervously.

"I just hear whispering, that's all, but neither you or Salazar said anything."

The founder of his house blinked and shared a look with Salazar. "I see." He said quietly and stroked his chin with his thumb and forefinger, for once actually looking like the history books made him out to be. But then again . . . "Sal, I think we got the wrong one, this boy's obviously nutso, we should erase his memory and dump him in some time, it doesn't matter when, we just need to get rid of him and fast."

Salazar, who had hoped his fellow founder had caught on to his meaning, shook his head, wondering why he had dared to dream. Harry on the other hand jumped up. "Wait! You can't just do that!" He shouted at Godric. "He can't, can he?" He whispered to Salazar. Slytherin shook his head. "No, boy, so be easy. He's just being his normal, stupid, idiotic self."

"Hey, I' m sitting right here." Godric pouted.

"Dummy." Salazar sighed and closed his eyes tiredly. "Harry quiet clearly has the ability to become a telepath." He explained.

"Oh." Gryffindor said. Then he blinked. "Oh! That's so cool! You can become just like me." He eagerly told a horrified Harry.

"Um, no that's okay. One of you is enough." Harry replied and scooted back from the wild look in Godric's eyes.

"I agree." A female voice concurred from out of nowhere. They all turned towards the doorway and Harry gasped, all though he realized he should have been used to strange shit happening by now.

"Row." Godric whined at the woman who had spoken.

She laughed. "Calm down, Godric, I was only joking."

"Oh." Godric sighed in relief before grinning. "I'm glad you're finally here! Come on in, you all have to meet Harry. He's just the coolest kid you'll ever meet."

Harry blushed as the three new arrivals smiled and closed the door behind them. Even though Harry already had guessed who there were in his mind, he still felt shock and excitement when Godric introduced everyone. "Harry, I would like you to meet, Rowena, Helga, and Master Merlin."

Rowena Ravenclaw was tall and very beautiful, with dark brown hair that fell past her slim waist and deep blue eyes with long, thick lashes. She was wearing silk robes the same color as her eyes with bronze trim and an eagle over her heart.

"Hello, Harry." She smiled and Harry decided he liked her smile. "I'm very pleased to meet you."

"Nice to meet you too, Ma'am." Harry replied back nervously.

Rowena laughed again. "What a polite young man."

Helga reminded Harry of Mrs. Weasley except she had honey colored hair instead of red. She was shorter than Rowena and not as slim, but had large doe like eyes and a sweet face with rosy cheeks. Her robes were the same as Rowena's but pale yellow with black trim and a badger.

"Harry dear." Helga gushed, then she hugged him and kissed both of his cheeks. She pulled back slightly and smiled motherly at him. "I'm delighted to meet you, sweetheart." She tried to smooth his hair and Harry couldn't keep the grin from his face as she did this, oh, yes, definitely like Mrs. Weasley.

"Good to see ya, Lad." Merlin greeted him and, to Harry's absolute surprised, pulled him into a hug. Merlin had light brown hair with gray at his temples and a gray-flecked beard, but his was shorter than Salazar's. He had light blue eyes that looked a lot like Dumbledore's and was wearing white robes with pale blue trim and a silver and gold phoenix over his heart. He was also carrying a tall staff with an orb clutched in a claw at the top and every now and then it would change colors.

Merlin released Harry and stepped back. He looked at Godric. "You sure this is him?"

"Gah, why does everyone keep asking me that!"

"Well, love, you do have a reputation of being . . . well, wrong." Rowena said gently and put her hand on his shoulder. The other adults nodded in agreement. Godric huffed and threw himself into a chair, sulking.

"Excuse me, but, um 'love'?" Harry asked curiously, looking between the two.

"Oh, didn't you know?" Rowena questioned in surprise. "Godric is my husband."

Harry's jaw dropped. "Seriously?" He stuttered; he just couldn't understand what a gorgeous woman like Rowena would ever see in a goofball like Godric.

"I know." Godric sighed happily. "Isn't she stunning? " He grinned like a loon at Rowena. "I'm one lucky guy, aren't I?"

Rowena blushed slightly and lowered her eyes. "Shh, Godric, you're embarrassing me. Besides, I'm lucky too." Merlin and Helga made 'aww' noises; Harry just blinked and turned his head to the side, a blush on his cheeks.

And in the background Salazar Slytherin made gagging noises.

A/N: So, how was it? Good? Bad? It was bad, wasn't it? Oh, god, I knew it! I'm a terrible writer, I should be shot! Fed to the lions! Put through a wood chipper!

Or maybe not, anyway, please review. Please!

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