Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and company. J.K. Rowling does. I do own Irrisa though.

A/N: Hey people! I'm back! Sorry it took so long. Exams are coming up and I am cracking down on my free time to make sure I get my homework done. The next few chapters are so long that I have to split them into parts. Anyways, here's the next installment of:

Power of the Mage: Blast to the Past

Repercussions

Part One: Age of Merlin and the Founders

The castle was situated on the edge of a forest not far from a crystal blue lake. The trees whistled and moved, caressed by the gently blowing wind. The quiet atmosphere was shattered as a brilliant flash of light illuminated the entire forest. The light was centering on a point just outside the gates of the castle. As the light died down, the peaceful feeling returned. No one noticed that the light had left something behind.

"It's calm today. Perfect for a walk around the grounds." An old man said to himself as he was walking around.

The old man had come from the castle and was dressed in the most peculiar clothes. His clothes consisted of a deep, rich purple robe that dragged on the ground. The robe was outlined in gold and a golden phoenix was inlayed in the same golden thread on the back. Over the robe there was a cloak of the same colour and fabric; clasped together with a small phoenix pin.

As the man walked around the castle grounds, a slight movement to his right caught his eye. He turned ad saw the small bundle outside the gates.

"Now what could that be?"

The man was very curious as he wasn't expecting anything from anyone and the castle was closed for the summer. The man cautiously approached the bundle.

"Dear lord!"

The man's expression became one of surprise as he realized that the bundle was actually a baby. He quickly went over and knelt down beside the bundle. He moved the fabric away from the baby's face and looked down into a pair of open, very aware emerald green eyes.

His eyes caught the letter and he picked it up. He looked it over without opening it but he could see no name anywhere to suggest who it was for. He opened the letter and read it over quickly. By the time he was done reading the letter, he had decided to bring the baby up to the castle to get everyone's opinion on the problem that had arisen. He placed the letter inside his cloak, readjusts the bundle in his arms to that it was more comfortable, and enters the castle.

KNOCK. KNOCK

"Come in."

The old man opened the door with one hand and held the bundle in the other.

"Godric, I want us to meet in the great hall in ten minutes. You get Helga and Rowena and I'll go get Salazar." The man said to the chestnut brown-haired young man.

"Ok, but why?" The man named Godric asked.

"I'll tell you when we meet." The man closed the door and left without another word.

Godric shrugged his shoulders and decided to go get Helga first. Godric entered the hospital wing and looked for the familiar head of light brown curls. He spotted her sorting a shelf of healing potions.

"Hey Helga!" Godric yelled.

Helga turned around and through her golden-brown eyes you could tell she was annoyed. "What, Godric? Can't you see I'm busy. These potions don't sort themselves you know and you didn't have to shout."

Godric held up his hands. "Don't shoot me, I'm just the messenger."

"Well, what message do you have for me and from whom?"

"Merlin has called a meeting in the great hall in ten minutes."

Helga lost her annoyed look. "Why?"

Godric sighed. "No clue. All he said was, 'I'll tell you when we meet.'"

Helga sighed as well. "Alright then. Let me just put these last potions away and then we can go down."

"I still have to go get Rowena."

"Ok then. I'll meet everyone down there in ten minutes then."

"Okay."

Godric left and made his way towards the library. You could almost always count on Rowena being in there. As he approached the library he saw Rowena leaving, carrying several books in her arms.

Godric sighed. Same old Rowena, always has a book.

"Hey, Rowena!"

Rowena turned to look at Godric. "Yes, Godric? What has led you to 'the epitome of all evil'?" Rowena smirked.

Godric groaned. "Why do you keep rubbing in the fact that I accidentally called the library that in front of you?"

Rowena laughed. "Because I feel you need to be thoroughly embarrassed and humiliated before I forgive your slip of the tongue."

Godric groaned louder. "Anyways, Merlin has called a meeting in the great hall."

Rowena's eyebrows rose. "why?"

"No clue. Like I told Helga, all he said was 'I'll tell you when we meet.'"

"Ok. I'll be there in a few. I have to go put these books away in my room and then I'll be right along."

Meanwhile

Merlin headed down to the dungeons to pry Salazar away from his potions to attend the meeting. Merlin stopped and turned toward one of the portraits on the wall.

"Polyjuice"

The portrait moved out of the way and let him in. Salazar's personal quarters were decorated in different shades of green, silver, and black. The main room was the sitting room and situated in the middle of the room was a couch and two chairs all a dark green colour. Several other rooms branched off from the main room. Merlin walked over to a door just to the right of the portrait hole and opened it.

Inside the room, you could see shelves upon shelves of potions ingredients all neatly labeled and categorized in alphabetical order. In the middle of the room a man with black hair stood over a cauldron of boiling potion. The man finally moved away from the cauldron and used his wand to extinguish the fire.

"Salazar."

The man named Salazar turned around. "Merlin, how are you?"

"Fine, thank you."

"That's good. Why, may I ask, have you come here? As I recall you hardly ever come down to my personal quarters."

"I have called a meeting in the great hall."

"Let me guess, it has something to do with the bundle in your arms."

Merlin chuckled. "You never miss anything do you? You are correct, but I will say no more until we are all gathered."

"Well then lets get going. We don't want Helga to grumble about you being late when you're the one who called the meeting." Salazar smirked.

Merlin chuckled and agreed. An angry or annoyed Helga could be a dangerous thing. Merlin and Salazar reached the great hall the same time as Godric, Helga, and Rowena did.

"Lets go inside before I reveal the reason for calling a meeting on such short notice." Merlin ushered everyone inside.

They entered and sat down at the single table that Merlin had conjured.

"Now, I know that I usually don't call a meeting on such short notice…"

" You can say that again." Muttered Helga

"Anyways, a situation has occurred and I need your help."

"What could have happened that you need all out help on it?" asked Rowena, generally curious.

"This morning on my morning walk I came across this bundle on the castle steps."

Merlin removed the fabric so that everyone could see what was in the bundle. Helga and Rowena gasped.

"It turned out to be a baby."

"A baby?" said Helga.

"Where's it's mother?" asked Rowena.

Merlin sighed. "This is why I need your help. The child was sent here from the future. I can't explain it very well so here."

Merlin handed them the letter. After the letter was passed around and everyone had read it, Merlin sat down and waited for their opinions.

Both Helga and Rowena were furious. "How could someone be so cruel. Just because she was born first!" "Why I should go and…"

"Helga, Rowena, calm down. This is why she was sent to us. Mrs. Potter is hoping that whoever found Irrisa would help her and protect her. So, what do we do?"

"We will keep her and raise her."

Everyone turned and stared at Salazar.

Godric put his hand to Salazar's forehead. "Are you feeling alright?"

"Get off me Godric! Anyways, think about it this way. This woman has sent us her daughter, granted she probably didn't sent her specifically to us, but she sent her most prized possession to us in hopes that we could help her protect her daughter. How can we say no and send her daughter back to her inadvertently sending a helpless baby into danger. Besides, she's stuck here anyways for 16 years. We might as well train her in our magic."

Everyone was silent until Merlin spoke up. "Salazar's right."

"Damn straight I'm right." Salazar grumbled.

"Salazar! Some control please. There is a child here."

"sorry." Salazar said sulking.

"As I was saying, Salazar is right. We can't just send an innocent child back into danger. Apart from the fact that she has to stay here anyways, if everyone agrees we will raise her here at Hogwarts. Does everyone consent?"

"I consent. I won't let some egotistical bas-"

"Rowena!"

"Sorry. Anyways I won't let some… some… ah dang. I can't think of a word appropriate enough to call her father. I won't let her father hurt her."

Helga nodded. "Count me in. Salazar?"

"Of course I agree. I suggested it remember?"

Helga smiled. "Of course. I was just making sure. Godric. What about you?"

"Why not. It'll be fun to have a little kid running around. It'll liven things up a bit."

"Then we all agree."

Merlin picked up Irrisa.

"Welcome, Irrisa Iris Potter, to Hogwarts."

A/N: Another chapter done! Not much to say but please review and tell me what you think.

Next Chapter: Part Two: Problems at the Potters