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"What's goin' on," Ron said sleepily, sitting up in his bed. He looked at the three founders gathered around Harry and went a little cross-eyed before shaking his head. "Harry, why are there two of you and why am I over there?" Ron said, looking clueless.

"Well, uh, this is Salazar Slytherin, the man in the red is Godrick Gryffindor, and the lady in yellow and black is Helga Hufflepuff," Harry said, trying to keep a straight face. Ron started laughing hilariously.

"Nice try Harry, but if they were they would be speaking Anglo Saxon. You need to think your pranks out a little better."

"Actually young man, we put a translation spell on you. You two were mumbling in some strange language in your sleep so we put it on you as a precaution," Helga said, smiling brightly. Ron stared at her for a second before looking at Harry again.

"You weren't joking, were you?" Ron asked weakly. Harry shook his head. "Figures Nevile would turn a de-aging potion into a time travel potion." Ron groaned. Hufflepuff and Gryffindor looked shocked while Slytherin looked at them in amusement.

"You're not from this time?" Godrick asked in amazement. "Future or past?"

"We're from about a thousand years in the future," Harry said, looking slightly embarrassed. Everyone jumped when Godrick let out a yell of joy.

"Hear that Sal! They're from a thousand years in the future and they've heard of us! We're famous!" the over excited founder said, doing a little happy dance. Salazar looked at him in disgust.

"Yes, yes, we're well known. Now please stop whatever it is that you're doing. I've seen muggles doing less disturbing things," Salazar said, sidling away from Godrick worriedly. Godrick stopped and turned to Salazar with a hurt look on his face.

"Oh, how you wound me Sal! I thought you were my friend!" Helga and Salazar rolled their eyes at his theatrics while Ron and Harry gave them lost looks. Seeing that, Helga immediately went into Healer mode.

"Godrick shut up and get out. I won't have you disturbing my patients. Sal, use your legillimency to give them and understanding of our language. Those translation spells won't last much longer and I do not won't to keep replacing them. Then get Rowena and to start looking through the library for anything we have one time travel." Helga said, walking over to Harry and flicking her wrist at him. A spell hit the young man and he suddenly found himself very sleepy. The over-protective matron did the same to Ron. "Quickly Salazar, before they fall asleep!" Harry briefly saw the founder's eyes before he felt a soft breeze go through his mind. Then unconsciousness claimed him.

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Future: Hogwarts

Hermione sat in a deep chair in the Headmaster's office, numb to the outside world. She dimly heard the Headmaster questioning Snape and Neville and asking her something but none of it made any impact. All she could think of was that blinding flash of light and the dim outline of her two friends. No, they were more than friend, they were her friends. How could they be dead?

McGonagall and Dumbledore looked at each other worriedly. The entire time that they had been talking Hermione hadn't moved a muscle, hadn't said a word, even her tears had dried up.

"Ms. Granger?" McGonagall said cautiously. "Ms. Granger, are you alright?" Hermione's head snapped up like she had just now realized where she was. The young Gryffindor looked around the office in a slightly dazed way before her eyes hardened.

"I'll be okay Professor. May I be excused?" Hermione asked, no emotion betrayed in her voice. McGonagall and Dumbledore shared a look again and Snape looked at Hermione sharply.

"Yes Ms. Granger, you may go," Dumbledore said softly. Hermione nodded stiffly and stood. She turned sharply on her heal and walked out of the office, her back ramrod strait. The minute the door closed behind her Snap looked at the other two Professors worriedly.

"That girl needs to be watched," the greasy potions professor said harshly.

"Severus, Ms Granger may be upset but I doubt that she would do anything to hurt herself," McGonagall said sternly.

"I'm not worried about her hurting herself, but she has a record of doing foolish things to help Mr. Potter and Weasley. She may fall into the darker parts of magic and if she does she will give some of the strongest Deatheaters a run for their money." Both McGonagall and Dumbledore looked at Snape in shock.

"Ms. Granger would never succumb to the Dark Arts," McGonagall said with an offended look.

"I must agree with Minerva on this Severus. Ms. Granger is not the type to fall," Dumbledore said softly. Shaking his head in exasperation Snape stormed out of Dumbledore's office. McGonagall gave the Headmaster a small nod and followed after her colleague. Sighing, Dumbledore rubbed his face tiredly. "What a mess this is."

Hermione walked through the halls of Hogwarts quickly, her posture stiff, the look on her face daring anybody to stop her. Inside, however, her thoughts were racing. She'd come to a realization in the Headmaster's office. She'd always followed authority figures and listened to her elders like a good little girl, but when it came to Harry and Ron she'd broken countless rules. That was how important they were to her. They were her first real friend and would always take precedents over anyone and anything else.

They couldn't be dead. After all the years they had spent together Hermione would know, and it didn't feel like they were dead. So she'd break the rules again. Hermione was going to get her friends back any way that she could, whether it be by light or dark spells, and no one was going to stop her.

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Founders Time: Dungeons

Salazar Slytherin stalked through his dungeons, immersed in his thoughts. The two time travelers were certainly intriguing, that was a given, but they themselves weren't what had captured his attention. No, it was the look in the eyes of the boy who looked like him that had captured Salazar's attention. When he'd heard his name the boy's eyes had lit up with both hate and fear.

'Why would he hate and fear me, he's one of my descendents, isn't he?' Sal thought in distress. Granted, the boy was from a thousand years in the future, so history could have been distorted, but not so much that people of his own line would hate him. Sal had never done anything to deserve that kind of hatred. Granted, he knew more about the dark arts than most, but it didn't control him. He wasn't out trying to conquer the world like all those self styled dark lords. The worst that had happened had been when he had tried to leave the school two years ago when he and Godrick had had a fight. Godrick had stopped him half way across the grounds and the two of them had ended up having a battle. Two days latter they had both woken up in the infirmary with two very pissed off women. Sal winced at the memory. He had never known that Rowena knew so many painful curses.

Sal stopped in the middle of the hall way and sighed. He was getting nowhere and thinking about it more only made him more stressed. Maybe he'd go talk to Sasha. His baby Basilisk always knew what to say to calm him down. Nodding to himself, Sal turned and started walking back up to his rooms. A whispering noise made the dark founder stop mid step and listen. When it came again Sal grinned to himself. 'Speak of the Devil' he thought.

"Harry, this wasn't a good idea. We should have stayed in our beds," Ron said, looking around the Dungeon nervously. Harry stopped and whipped around, glaring at Ron.

"Not a good idea- Ron, this is your idea! I didn't want to leave either!" Ron looked sheepishly at the ground and rubbed the back of his neck nervously.

"Well it seemed like a good idea when we weren't in the Dungeons," the red head said lamely. Harry groaned loudly.

"Hufflepuff is gonna skin us alive if she catches us. She must be Madam Pomohery's ancestor or something," Harry said, looking around the deserted corridor hopelessly.

"She wouldn't skin you, that would just make more work for her. In all likelihood she'll chain you to the beds and keep you dosed with sleeping potions for a few months." A very Harry-like voice said from the shadows behind the duo. Both Harry and Ron jumped. Spinning around they came face-to-face with none other than Salazar Slytherin.

"How can you understand us? We aren't speaking Anglo-Saxon," Harry said frowning.

"Simple. When I was giving you the knowledge to speak my native tongue I took the knowledge of how to speak, English I think you call it?" Slytherin smirked at the two Gryffindors. Your mental barriers were non-existent so it was fairly easy."

"Err," Harry and Ron said, "what mental barriers?"

"Your ocullamency shield of course," Salazar said frowning. "Surely they still teach that at Hogwarts in your time." Both Harry and Ron shook their heads at him. "You mean to tell me they don't even teach you how to organize your mind anymore?" Salazar said, looking livid.

"No, they don't. If you help us get out of here we'll tell you all the other stupid things the do to," Ron said quickly. Salazar nodded quickly and without a word started walking down the hall way. Sharing a look, the two time travelers shrugged and trailed after him. The rest of the walk out of the Dungeons was silent except for the angry, parceltongue muttering of the irate founder.

Not two seconds after they got out of the dark and creepy Dungeons the group ran into a very angry Healer. Upon seeing Lady Hufflepuff the two boys hid behind Salazar. The founder looked at the two of them in amusement.

"What exactly do you two think you're doing?" he said in Anglo-Saxon over his shoulder at the two cowering boys. Harry's brow furrowed for a minute in concentration before he replied in the same language.

"Ron and I know better than to face an angry healer. They get downright scary."

"Salazar, move aside! Stop shielding those two!" Helga bellowed.

"See, what did I tell you?" Harry said, grabbing Salazar's robes to keep him between the two teenagers and the very angry Healer. Sal smirked for a split second before turning around and flicking his wrist at the two time travelers. Both began floating into the air, much to their horror.

"Traitor!" they yelled after the retreating founder in unison. The last thing Ron and Harry heard before Hufflepuff stunned them was Salazar's laughter.

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