I'm back. Hi. Again my english is shitty, im sorry but i hope you still enjoy this story.

I know it's been a while since my last uploud, i don't know how regular i'll update here. We'll have to see.

OH, by the way i still don't have a beta.

So let's continue with the story.

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Salazar's brow arched, " and what would that be?" , Harry snorted, if he would've been Slytherin, the real one, he would've known. " Getting rid of the Muggle-borns, rebuilding a pro Pureblood monarchy with him as the leader."

The four founders were silent and tried to grasp what he just said, Harry didn't avert his eyes from Salazar, if he was Slytherin then he would be thrilled to hear this, his legacy was living on. His heir was about to finish what he started and doom the Wizarding world. Voldemort was so close to winning, they needed an immense amount of luck to survive this-

Since Hogwarts was run by the death eaters all hope seemed to decrease, it had been their safe haven, the only place where they would be saved from the death eaters but with Dumbledores death their protection died too. The only wizard Voldemort ever feared was gone and there was nothing that would stop him. Their only chances were to destroy the Horcruxes

" Why are you saying that he is fulfilling Salazar's work ?" Helga asked und looked shortly to Salazar who shoved none of his emotions and had a cool expression on him. Typical for a Slytherin.

"Because it is Slytherins work, he started all this pureblood superiority " Harry answered confused, everyone knew that it was Slytherins legacy.

"Who told you this nonsense?" Godric looked serious at Harry, his brown eyes piercing into Harry's green once, he avoided his gaze. Again. He hated to do it but he couldn't look the man in the eyes. it seemed impossible, he'd rather hold Snape's gaze than his.

Harry blinked at him, who told him that?`, it was common knowledge that it was Slytherin who started it, he even put the Chamber of secrets into Hogwarts for this exact reason. "Everyone knows that it was Slytherin... I mean he even declared it with the Chamber of secrets, the ... basilisk... to kill the muggle-borns" he started to get nervous towards the end, the way the four looked at him was something he never wanted to endure again.

" oh by the old gods and the new ones, what are you talking about, Silas was there to protect the children from harm and not kill them" Helga declared shocked.

Harry looked confused at her, Silas ?, was she talking about the basilisk?, she had to, " But it killed a student and petrified multiple more"

The founders seemed surprised and shocked about this reveal, Helga paled, Salazar was the first one to regain himself, " How?" he asked and Harry glared at him, if he was truly Slytherin then he would be thrilled to hear this, " Voldemort happened, he set the Basilisk on a student and a few years earlier he tried it again but, we were able to handle the basilisk" Harry told them shortly, there was no need for them to know that he killed the basilisk.

" If you are really Slytherin, congratulations, what you wanted finally happened" Harry faced Salazar and glared at the men, Salazar returned his gaze coolly.

"Enough boy" Harrys attention turned to Godric, the man was glaring at him, " We already told you once that Salazar didn't do all that, don't make me repeat myself"

" How about you just tell me who you really are, the founders died a century ago," Harry crossed his arms, he had enough to defend himself from these four.

" And how do you expect us to make you believe us?" Rowena asked and looked at the younger boy if, he didn't believe their word he wouldn't believe everything else they do. not that easy.

Harry thought about that, his eyes came to rest on Salazar, " It is known that Slytherin is a parseltongue" Harry said and lifted daring a brow, expecting them to finally end this lie but the man returned his gaze and leaned forward in his seat. His eyes never leaving his own.

§ Is this proof enough, boy?, § Harry's breath hitched, he did speak Parseltongue, so made that him the real Slytherin?. Harry's gaze shortly flickered to the other founders before he returned Salazar's gaze.

"He wasn't the only human being able to speak it ..." Harry tried to shrug it off, even though it had been his own idea. These people just couldn't be the Founders.

"Okay uh, what is on the seventh floor ?" Harry asked. The knowledge of the room of requirements is something not many people knew.

Helga was the one to answer, " So you found it, the room of magic"

Okay he would let that one slip, the name didn't really matter, but just because they had one thing right didn't mean that they were telling the truth.

" Uh... Gryffindors sword... what is on it ?"

"My name is engraved on it and a red rugby is placed under the hilt "Godric answered shortly.

"How do you enter the kitchen ?" Harry asked determined, he just couldn't believe this. This was insane.

" Tickle the pear" Helga was the one to answer his question, again it was the right answer, Harry was out of words. The shook was showing. He was sitting in front of the founders, THE FOUNDERS. They were alive. Oh for Merlin's sake , this was a huge mess.

" How...?" He couldn't think of a way this could be possible, they were alive even though they should've been dead for decades now. As if that wasn't the strangest thing in all this they don't even look old, not as old as they should've. For fuck's sake, even Dumbledore seemed older than them.

" This house it is the reason we are still alive, time didn't affect us in here" Rowena explained shortly and Harry stared at her dumbstruck.

" Which year is it currently ?"Harry needed a few moments to react to her question, " 1998..."

Silence. Harry started to fidget nervously in his seat when none of the founders made another attempt to talk, he could see that all of them were deeply in thoughts.

The silence stretched and Harry couldn't stand it anymore, he groaned. Godric snapped out of his thoughts and returned his attention to him " Since when... are... are you in here...sir ?" he said in a respectful tone, Godric lifted a brow at the new found respect but didn't comment on it.

" since 978" he answered, by now the other founders had returned their attention to them, they watched the realization dawn on Harry.

"Thousand years ... already..." he felt bad for them, he couldn't imagine being trapped for that long, it had to be hell. Living day for day in here with no way out other than death. He was surprised that none of them had taken that path out already.

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