I updated again! Woot!

I'd like to thank all those who reviewed the first chapter, and I'm glad so many people found it interesting already. I assure you the next few chapters will only get better:)

I will admit that this story will only have shorter chapter, occasionally longer chapters for when something happens but I've found that this story doesn't really need all that much to write while still making the story a good read. If I made it any longer, I highly doubt i would have been able to find the right place to end the chapter in. I dunno...I guess that this story just doens't need all that much detail to it, because I already put in detail but if I put in MORE detail then it would just be an overkill...

That doesn't really make much sense but that's what i think anyway...

Everyone please review, it really does make me smile, litterally.

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Chapter 2

Harry and Draco continued to stand frozen to the spot, mouths agape as the wind blew and ruffled their hair. Neither noticed the man who was striding towards them, and continued to ignore him until he was right in front of them.

"Good morrow dear men," the man said to Draco and Harry who only eyed him warily.

"What the fuck is he saying?" Draco asked his companion, as he turned to face him with an irate look.

"Good morrow dear sir," Harry replied with a slight bow of his head, making Draco stare at him with a look that literally translated to, 'what-the-fuck?'

"Shakespearean, you dumb ass," Harry said with a roll of his eyes.

"What the bloody hell is Shakespearean!" Draco asked angrily, both men unaware of the man before them looking at them with interest.

"Figures you wouldn't know a muggle poet…" Harry muttered under his breath before answering Dracos' question, "Shakespearean is the language used in the late 1500s in England, where a poet by the name of William Shakespeare who wrote many famous plays and stories wrote all of them in this early language, hence the name 'Shakespearean'."

"Ok, so either we are stuck in a play or we have been transported back to the 15th century…" Draco said furiously, "Great, can this day get any worse?"

"Well, we can always just ask what date it is?" Harry said with a jerk of his head towards the man before them.

"Oh yes, that's going to go great," Draco said, sarcasm dripping from his voice, "excuse me, yes I know I am speaking funny, but would you mind telling me what the date is, because we think we have just time traveled back into the past, or we might have blown up our school and replaced it with a 15th century play on a hill?"

"Ha-bloody-ha," Harry said with a roll of his eyes at the blonde. Harry turned to the man in front of them and looked him up and down, taking in every detail of his clothing and appearance.

He looked around there age, maybe a few years older. The man was tall, that was given, as he stood at a height of 6 foot 4. Harry suddenly felt very short as he stood before the man, his height being a mere 5 foot 3. Draco stood proudly, being a good 6 foot 1.

The giant man was wearing a jade green cloak with a silver fastening and silver trim, over a puffy white shirt which was tucked into a pair of black riding pants. He wore a pair of leather boots along with a leather belt around his waist, which strapped to it was the hilt of a familiar sword. His sunshine blonde hair came down to his waist, and he had tied it back in a ponytail at the nape of his neck with a piece of leather. Atop his head was a familiar hat, looking better that it had for years, and a pair of warm hazel eyes which peered at them from beneath the rim.

"I know who this is…" Harry said quietly to Draco.

"How do you know who this is?" Draco questioned at he looked at the man, not registering anything familiar about the man.

"The sword, the hat," Harry replied as he pulled Draco over to his side as he whispered into his ear, "look at the hat he's wearing, doesn't it look familiar?"

"No Potter, it looks like a hat," Draco replied with a snide tone, although albeit quietly so the man didn't know they were whispering about him.

"Imagine it really weathered and old, fraying around the edges with a few moth holes in the brim," Harry whispered back urgently, "imagine it has creases all over the hat, do you see now?"

"Holy Merlin's saggy tits," Draco breathed out, "it's the bloody sorting hat…"

"And who did the sorting hat belong to?" Harry asked quietly.

"Holy Shit!" Draco screamed out as Harry promptly put his hand over the blondes' mouth to stop him from yelling out once again.

When Harry was sure Draco wouldn't scream again, he removed his hand, as Draco whispered hurriedly, "Are you telling me this is Godric Gryffindor? As in the real life, founder of Hogwarts, Godric Gryffindor?"

"You see that sword strapped to his side?" Harry asked as Draco only nodded in reply, "in second year I pulled that out of the sorting hat, if you can see the blade it has an inscription on the sword."

"Let me guess, it says 'Godric Gryffindor'?" Draco asked as Harry only nodded once before turning back to the man.

"Only one way to find out if he really is," Harry said as he strode over to the man.

"Dear Sir, excuse thy friends' and thees' whispers, we come from thy neighbor land and it seems that we have lost thy good way," Harry said politely as the man nodded, understanding what Harry was saying, "if you would be so courteous as to tell thee what the date and where we thee are, we could be so grateful."

"Why good fellows, thy are in Scotland," the man replied heartily with a toothy smile, "and I believe it is the 29th day of the full moon harvest, and the 78th birthday of the sun."

"What in the name of hell did he just say?" Draco said, exasperated.

"Hold on a second, I know a spell that may work," Harry said as he pulled out his wand from a pocket in his robe, pointing it at Draco, who immediately put his hands up in defense.

"No way am I letting you point your wand at me Potter," Draco said as he noticed Harry's smirk.

"Oh, don't worry, I won't do anything," Harry said, the smirk still on his face, "I mean I can not do anything and you can continue to not understand a single word we will say..."

"Fine!" Draco said with a huff, hating that fact that he had to rely on Harry Potter for help in understanding civil conversation.

Harry just grinned in triumph before lifting his wand to Draco's chest and whispering, "lingua redo."

"Ok, I don't feel any different," Draco said as he patted himself down, making sure he still had all his able body parts, "what was that spell anyway?"

"Hermione found it in some old text book in the library," Harry explained as he put his wand back inside his robe, "she thought it would be useful. The spell makes you able to speak and hear any language in the world translate to English, and although you speak English, the hearer hears it in his or hers native tongue."

"And why did she think this would be useful?" Draco asked with a raised eyebrow.

"If you listened, I said every language in the world," Harry said with a roll of his eyes, "that means it includes, werewolvish, mermish, giant, everything."

"Oh…" Draco said lamely, understanding the usefulness of the spell.

"I can understand the stupid one now," the stranger said to Harry with a grin who returned it only happily when Draco began to stutter indignantly.

"I'm not stupid!" Draco said outraged, as the stranger and Harry exchanged a pointed glance before they started to laugh.

"Shut up Potter," Draco mumbled when Harry continued to laugh at his expense, "anyway, what did he say was the date?"

"I said it was a Wednesday of October and the year was 989," the stranger said, unaware that his words were being translated into plain English.

"Finally I can understand that stupid gibberish coming from his mouth," Draco said to himself under his breath.

"So," the man asked them with a friendly smile on his lips, "what are your names?"

"I'm Draco, Draco Malfoy," Draco said, recovering from his previous embarrassment, and sticking out his hand which the man promptly shook.

"Good strong name," the man replied as he shook Draco's hand, "Draco, dragon."

Draco only smiled in reply. He really did love his name.

"And I'm Harry Potter," Harry said with a warm smile, which the man returned before replying.

"Strange name you have there, quiet an uncommon name."

"And if I may be so rude, but who are you?" Draco asked the stranger, who they had just introduced themselves to.

"Oh, how rude of me," the man said as he took of his hat and took a small bow, "Salazar Slytherin at your service."

"Wha-what?" Draco said with an undignified stutter, "aren't you Godric Gryffindor?"

"Oh no, far from it," the man now known as Salazar said with a warm smile, "we consider ourselves brothers in all but blood, but our physical appearances are very different."

"But what about the sword that you have?" Harry questioned, "I mean isn't that Godric Gryffindor's sword?"

"Why yes it is," Salazar said with a smile as he fingered the hilt of the blade, "we exchanged blades after our first battle together, due to neither beating the other and we thought, why not exchange blades in a show that we are each others equal in strength."

"Oh…" was all Harry could say in response to the explanation, "and the hat? I have heard that Godric Gryffindor wears a hat just like that."

"Yes, we have the same hat," Salazar said as he touched the brim, "when we were traveling we stopped into a town and had them made for us."

"Oh, that's…nice…I guess," Harry said awkwardly, as silence enveloped the three men.

"But you're supposed to be cold and evil!" Draco yelled out suddenly as Salazar looked hurt at the comment.

"I'm not cold," Salazar said with a small pout, making Draco shiver in disgust, "nor am I evil."

"But you're Salazar Slytherin!" Draco yelled as he pointed at the said man, "your house is known for being evil! Not warm hearted and kind and never, ever, under any circumstances does a Slytherin…god forbid…pout."

"Draco!" Harry said as he pulled the taller blonde boy back as he saw the pained look on Salazar's face who immediately began to sulk.

"What Potter, let me go so I can kick that imposter in the butt," Draco whispered angrily as Harry continued to hold his arm.

"Look Draco, he doesn't know we come from the future," Harry said calmly as he tightened his grip on the other man's arm, "nor can he know…we could alter time, and for all we know, this could be the real Salazar Slytherin. I mean historians could have got it wrong."

"So Potter?" Draco spat, "do you really think I care?"

"You should Malfoy, or we could never get back to our own time," Harry said, narrowing his eyes and glaring at the blonde aristocrat he was holding back.

That made Draco calm down instantly, "fine, I'll see if this is the real Salazar Slytherin…if not I will defiantly kick him in the balls."

"Well, if this is what Salazar Slytherin is really like, I can't wait to see what the historians got wrong about the other three founders…" Harry whispered before he let go of Draco's arm, seeing as he wasn't about to lunge at the blonde founder anymore.

"So Salazar," Harry said with a smile, making the man's pout disappear in an instant, "I am terribly sorry for my friend's behavior. He knows someone by the name of Slytherin from where we come from and it seems he had mistaken him for you."

"Not to worry," Salazar said with a huge grin, "the name is quite common in these parts. Mother did say that our family expanded over a vast area of land."

"Thank you for forgiving my friend's rudeness," Harry said with a sweet smile, "so what brings you here to these parts?"

"My friend, Godric and two lovely ladies by the names of Rowena Ravenclaw and Helga Hufflepuff have decided to make a school for magical children, which I can see you are," Salazar said, referring to seeing Harry perform magic on Draco, who didn't freak out in the slightest…well at little bit anyway.

"Yes, both Potter and I are wizards," Draco said as he glanced at his companion from the future, "although we were…home schooled…"

"Oh, your parents are magical as well?" Salazar said as he clapped his hands excitedly, "Oh, our parents must meet and chat some time."

"That might be hard…" Harry said with a sad smile, "my parents were killed a long time ago…I've been living with this one," Harry said with a jerk of his head towards Draco, "here for a long time."

"You poor thing!" Salazar said as he embraced Harry in a tight hug, making the smaller man struggle for breath.

"Um, Salazar, can't, breathe," Harry said in between sharp intakes of breath, not realizing that he had switched to parseltongue to save his breath. Salazar let go of him and held him out at arms length.

"I like you Harry Potter, you speak well," Salazar replied in parseltongue as well, as he searched Harry's face with his hazel eyes as he switched back to English, "I have decided. You are going to come and stay with us, of course Draco can come too."

"Uh, ok?" Harry said as he turned to look at Draco who was seething.

Wonder what's wrong with him? Harry wondered to himself.

Salazar let go of his hold on him and turned on his heel before skipping back down the slope in the direction he had come.

"Come my little ones!" Salazar yelled out with a smile as he continued to skip down the hill.

"What's wrong Malfoy?" Harry asked the blonde man, seeing him glare at the back of the man skipping away.

"You spoke parseltongue you idiot," Draco replied, "and he replied in parseltongue as well, meaning he really is Salazar Slytherin."

"Oh, it's not that bad," Harry said as he began to follow the man down the hill, "just because Salazar Slytherin turned out to be a bunny cuddling, warm hearted man doesn't mean the world is going to end."

"Yes it does!" Draco exclaimed as he followed Harry down to the bottom of the hill, "for us Slytherin's it does! Imagine if word got out that Salazar Slytherin could rival Helga Hufflepuff in sappiness, god, we'd die of shame!"

"Malfoy, I would like to point out that we are stuck in the late 9th century, or have you forgotten that?" Harry said sarcastically.

"That doesn't matter at all!" Draco retorted. Harry just snorted and continued down the hill, ignoring the muttering Draco was saying under his breath.

"Come on, you shall meet the others!" Salazar said as he bounded towards the lake, and skipping down the water line, beckoning the other men to follow.

"Let's go meet the others shall we?" Harry asked Draco who only nodded in response, not looking forward to the meeting.

"I wonder what the other founders will be like…?" Draco asked Harry quietly, "I mean, if this is the real Salazar Slytherin, I shudder to think what Helga Hufflepuff is like…"

"Only one way to find out," Harry said as he strode after Salazar quickly, Draco soon following in his footsteps.

So second chapter...everyone please review! They are really appreciated!

Next chapter won't be for a few days because I'm chock-a-block full of plans for the next few days, but I will try to upload soon!