Oh, shit! Bill thought as he fell through time and space only to land SPLAT! In a giant vat full of honey in a large stone room of an ancient castle that wasn't so ancient right now.
As Bill began to climb out of the vat, a very feminine scream came from the doorway.
"Who are you?" the woman said, entering the room, her wand pointed at the honey covered man.
Bill's eyes widened as he stared at the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. She had long, dark brown hair that hung in loose waves down her back. Her eyes were a very dark blue, and her skin was pale and creamy looking. She wore a long gown that matched her eyes and was belted low on her hips with a wide bronze belt that looked like a flowered vine.
"My name is Bill Weasley, and I'm not entirely sure how I got here. I was in Egypt, but judging from the temperature, and the style gown you're wearing, I'm not there anymore," he explained, holding up his hands in a non-threatening manner.
"That is an accurate assumption. You are in Scotland," she replied. "Expecto Patronum!" she cried, causing a large glowing white eagle to fly out of her wand. "Tell the others to come to the kitchens immediately," she told the bird, which soared out the door.
"Get out of the vat, but make no sudden moves," she warned.
Bill nodded in response and slowly climbed out. "Would you please remove the honey?" he asked, nodding in the direction of her wand.
"Scourgify," she said, flicking her wand at him.
Instantly, he was clean again.
"What is the matter Rowena?" two men said together as they ran into the room, followed by a slightly plump blonde woman.
"We have company," Rowena said, nodding at Bill who had paled.
"What year is it?" he asked in a slightly high-pitched voice.
"It is spring in the year 995 AD," the elder of the two men said, arching a brow at the question.
Bill paled even further if it was possible. "I am from the year 1995," he said.
"Do not be ridiculous," Rowena scoffed. "Time travel is impossible!"
"Not in 1995 it isn't, though I've never heard of anyone travelling back more than a few days at a time," Bill said.
"Prove that what you say is true," the younger man said.
"If she's Rowena Ravenclaw then the other lady must be Helga Hufflepuff, and you two men must be Godric Gryffindor and Salazar Slytherin. That would mean that this is Hogwarts Castle, and you are right now preparing to open the school in the fall of this year. Also, Slytherin is a Parselmouth, and is Gryffindor's best friend."
"Everyone in the area knows of the school, and Salazar and Godric's friendship," Rowena said, still distrustful.
Salazar, the older of the two men, had paled however. "I have told no one of my gift," he said. "No one, that is, but Godric."
"I have told no one," Godric confirmed. "How do you know this?"
"It is common knowledge in my time. I believe that it became known around the time of…" Bill trailed off, realizing what he was about to say.
"The time of what?" Helga asked.
"I cannot answer that," he said, "and please do not insist that I do so. I cannot risk changing the timeline."
Salazar eyed him. "I cannot say how I know this, but I trust him," he turned to the others. "We should allow him to stay here until the Fates decide to send him back to his own time."
Rowena reluctantly lowered her wand.
"Thank you," Bill said, surprised by Salazar's hospitality.
"Come on then," Helga said, smiling kindly. "I'll show you to your room while you're here. Now, tell me, would you be interested in teaching a class here this fall if you are still in this time."
"I-I would, but what would you want me to teach?" he asked.
"Are you any good at interpreting Runes?" Salazar asked, clapping a hand on Bill's back.
"Top of my class when I was a student here," Bill replied.
"Excellent," Godric said, "we haven't been able to find anyone for that position yet."
Rowena followed behind the others, frowning. I do not trust him. He is too charming, and men like that are always up to something.