EDIT: Okay, so my information was partially wrong. England was still ruled by Anglo-Saxons in the setting of this fic (978 A. D.), so I changed the part with the ruins of an Anglo-Saxon fortress to an old Roman fortress from before the Romans were driven out.

Thanks to Droaerion for the correct.

BTW, I welcome corrections. If you still see a screw-up somewhere, feel free to point it out. I appreciate bluntness when it comes to those things too.

Beginning A/N: Same warnings apply, as well as disclaimers and that stuff. Just a note, the pairing is SalazarHarry. But I can't write physical romance well (Harry might not even get his life back anyway; it's being debated), so this story will focus on their relationship with their personalities and interactions.

Thanks to all who reviews and left a thought about my fic. I appreciate the imput.

Chapter 3: The New School

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The silence resounding in the room was enough to make Harry wish that someone would say something. But not enough for him to break the silence.

"Oh, you poor dear…"

Harry spun around to face Monica, having forgotten she was still there. "Ah! Oh…you surprised me, Monnie."

"Oh I'm sorry, Harry. But that story of your was so sad…I can hardly believe you're still sane after all of that."

Slowly, Harry nodded. "I can't believe it either."

There was silence. No one knew what to say.

"So…." Harry began, but didn't continue.

Gyrffindor immediately grinned and continued for him. "So let's get out of this dusty old room! Besides, we need to discuss the sell."

"Wait," Harry said. "I still have some questions that need to be answered. First, why aren't any of you using wands?"

"Wands?" Ravenclaw questioned.

"Yes, wands. To concentrate your magic and cast spells. All of you have used your hands to cast spells."

"Well, yes, of course we use our hands. Only witches and wizards who are only beginning to use their magic need wands to control their magic. Everyone abandons such things after they finish their education though," Ravenclaw stated.

Harry frowned and glanced at Monica. "Then why...?"

Monica answered, "I didn't think you were from the future, Harry. I just thought maybe you were a young wizard, still reliant on your wand. You do look young."

"Ah," Harry said. An entire population of wizards able to cast wandless magic, and it was expected of them! Are they stronger then the wizards from my time? Harry thought with mild panic. With powerful magic and rituals, some wizards could harm him, even if he was spirit. This is not good...

Flicking his wrist experimentally, Harry conjured a fountain in the middle of the room. The other four jumped back out of surprised, and Slytherin scowled at Harry, who smiled innocently. "Just checking..." He was pleased to see Slytherin's scowl deepen, and he hummed cheerfully.

"What's the current state of the wizarding world?" Harry ask suddenly. If he recalled some of the things Hermione told him, the founders had partly made Hogwarts to be a haven for wizards and witches who needed to escape muggle witch burnings. Or was it later in history...?

Slytherin cleared his throat. "Ever since Eadweard II took the throne-"

"Who?"

Slytherin blinked. Ravenclaw laughed and said, "Of course he wouldn't know. " The humor vanished from her face. "Eadweard II succeeded his father, Edgar of England after he died. He's a good king, but far to religious for his own good, as well as ours. The muggles are currently in war, so most magical communities are careful to hide themselves from curious eyes. Muggle born wizards aren't trained at all. They either get caught using magic and killed, or they hide it their entire lives." (1)

Harry nodded. "I see."

"Now..." Harry began slowly. "What's going to happen?"

Gryffindor, Slytherin, and Ravenclaw hesitated, but Hufflepuff spoke up immediately. "You'll stay with us, of course." With her eyes shining with pure honesty, Hufflepuff continued, "We can't let you go into this world all alone, especially after you've been so frank about your past."

The other three acquiesced, and the six of them, including Monica, left the room.

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"Well?" Salazar asked when Harry was talking to Helga as they walked out of the old castle. Seaxulf had not been pleased they weren't going to buy the castle but wished them well in any case. Helga had immediately started informing him of wizarding life in Britain. Harry seemed to be genuinely listening to what she was saying and added explanations of his time's inventions. Helga was discussing whether or not wands would help wizards or hinder them. With the right spell, Helga had sent Monica back to the mansion.

"I like him." Godric said simply. He added no further explanation to his opinion, but Salazar was not surprised. Godric was emotional by nature, and followed his gut more than his head.

"He's…odd." Rowena finally said. "But it's understandable considering all he's been through." Silence fell over them like a blanket until Rowena strode forward to listen to Harry describe how a toilet worked.

"Should they be discussing such a topic?" Godric asked idly as Harry gleefully told the two woman what a toilet was for, despite the slight reddening of their cheeks.

"They could always walk away."

"What do you think of him?" Godric asked Salazar.

"Which part?"

"His story."

"...it's plausible."

"He seems like a good person."

"Seems like. We don't know if he is. He could be some ordinary ghost for all we know."

"No," Godric mused, "we do know he's not an ordinary ghost. He looks a lot like you, although that could be a coincidence. It probably is. It's the way he carries himself though. It reminds me of you." Before Salazar could absorb what was said and comment, Godric continued. "And the spells and potions he talked about, especially that Polyjuice one- if he told us how to brew it, it would at least prove he's not ordinary. And that sorting hat would be a very good idea for our school."

"True," Salazar agreed, "and his story was very well thought out. It would have been difficult to make up so many details." But he was too forthcoming with his story, he thought, my heir should be more intelligent then to reveal his life story to strangers.

"How am I going to get to the Hufflepuff Manor?" Godric and Salazar jumped, startled by Harry's presence next to them. In the daylight, Harry was barely visible, but he kept talking. "I don't think ghosts can Apparate, and even if I can, I don't know where the Manor is."

"Will you try, though? It would be interesting to see how a spirit's powers differ from a ghost's." Rowena stated.

Harry narrowed his eyes in concentration, and with a soft, 'sh' noise, he disappeared. Helga stared at the area he'd been in confusion. "Did he Disapparate?"

"That I did, milady."

Helga shrieked, and a smiling Harry floated slightly off the ground behind her. "Sorry about that, but I couldn't resist. So, where is Hufflepuff Manor anyway?"

The next few months passed by slowly for Harry.

After Harry suggested the idea that the four should build their own castle to fortify its defenses and put a part of themselves in their school, the question as to where they should construct the castle was brought up. Harry was asked, but remained silent where Hogwarts had been built with the statement, "I didn't help you in my time, so you shouldn't need too much help in this time". Helga wanted the castle to be in a large area. Godric (the founders had insisted to be called by their first names) wanted the area to near a forest filled with a lot of magical creatures so they can educate their students on magical beasts. Rowena agreed with Godric but she also wanted the library to be large so each student can get whatever information they wish for.

Salazar wanted the castle to be close to an all magical community. The other three agreed.

After a few weeks, the founders decide to locate the castle by a lake, a little ways away from a quaint little town called Hogsmeade. There were actually the remains of an old, Roman fortress in that area, but it was unused and just wasted space. The Romans had occupied it for a short amount of time before abandoning England to be ruled under the heathen Anglo-Saxons. The four founders were all wealthy enough to contribute to buying the land there; Harry was horrible at finances, so he just nodded when Helga tried to explain to him all the details.

And then the actual construction started.

First, the founders need raw materials. They took apart the remains of the ruins, and used them for starting off. The other stones were given to Helga by her family, who wanted to help her in any way they could. Salazar contracted wizard laborers and brought in house elves to work with their magic (Harry could hear Hermione's rant about it in his head). Rowena was in charge of managing the finances and Godric set out to publicize their school and to find possible teachers and students, as well as research techniques for teaching. Harry was set with the task of commanding laborers to do different work and simply watch over them.

Prior to the final contracts, Harry had been asked by Salazar to train the laborers. Harry was obviously surprised, and even more so when Salazar explained that instead of gold, the laborers were getting training as payment for their work.

As a result, Harry spent most of his time with Salazar, who became his companion for most days, as well as his partner in magical training. They'd argue about magical techniques in the future and compare them to the present, or banter back and forth. Harry's relationship with the other founders were going quite well too. Helga was one of the nicest people Harry had met, and they developed a peaceful, and casual friendship. One day Harry surprised himself by discussing cooking with Helga, and was even more shocked when Helga gave him some recipes to try (he was still trying to figure out how to cook as a spirit).

Rowena was usually working with the paperwork but loved to talk to Harry about future research and philosophies. She explained to him why some wizards traits were a little odd in comparison to muggles, such as Godric's golden eyes. Apparently the magic within a person can alter the appearance of a wizard unconsciously, and when that happens, the trait is continued down the bloodline. Everyone in the Gryffindor had golden eyes. Godric was gone for most of the construction, so he didn't see much of him.

After three years, the castle was finally finished.

"Doesn't it feel great to have accomplished such a difficult task?" Godric asked, smiling gleefully as he saw Hogwarts in all of its glory.

Salazar snorted inelegantly. "What are you talking about Gryffindor? You were off on the road while we were constructing this."

"But," Godric added, "I am the one who found us students and teachers. You can't have a good school without students, teachers, and contacts!"

This time Salazar ignored him. Rowena asked, "Contacts?"

"Of course!" Godric exclaimed. "Our school is going to be the first, true school for magical children. We will need advertising."

Salazar stared at Godric in mute horror. "You...spoke with the prestigious magical families?"

"No, actually." Godric smiled. "Those weren't the contacts I had in mind. I contacted the wizards who protect magical beasts and several magical creatures like centaurs." At everyone's blank expression, he elaborated. "Ah, you don't understand? There is a limited amount any good wizard or witch can do. I thought, that if we made deals with magical creatures, we could have their aid if we're ever under attack."

"How'd it go?" Harry asked, floating in a relaxed sitting position.

"Great! I didn't finalize anything because we're all in this together, but they were really interested! We can meet with them again whenever it is convenient.

"And," Godric continued dramatically, "I've been thinking."

"Surprising."

"Be quiet, Salazar."

Helga, who had just walked over during Godric's enthused conversation, interrupted. "What were you thinking about Godric?"

Godric beamed at Helga, and said, "I thought about what Harry said about the sorting hat and different houses. I think I've found a way to do that.

"See," he began, pulling his hat from his head, a black cap which hardly resembled the Sorting Hat. "It won't be that hard. If we use an animation charm and we add a voice to the hat, we'd be able to get the hat to sort!" With a flourish of his hand, and with some murmured words, Godric produced a beam of lavender light shot out to the hat.

And the hat exploded into bright yellow flames.

Godric coughed, the the blue smoke filling his lungs. Helga and Rowena used their magic to blow the smoke away from Godric, and Salazar put out the fire ball that used to be a hat. Harry watched on in amusement.

"Alright," Godric wheezed once he had recovered from shock. "That didn't work. But what went wrong?" He yanked out a manuscript from the folds of his robes, and frowned at the script. "Hmm...maybe if I..." Godric walked off, muttering to himself.

"Godric, stop!" Rowena screeched, making Godric halt in his tracks. "What was that?!"

"Er...just a little spell I came up with. It was supposed to be an animation charm but it just created a yellow flame."

"Created a yellow flame?" Salazar wondered aloud, "I didn't see the flames coming from his hand. I only saw the hat explode."

Godric nodded. "Perhaps I made a miscalculation and created an exploding hex instead. I'll review my notes tonight."

Rowena gritted her teeth. "You...oh, you and your experiments! You're going to kill yourself with them one day!"

"Don't say something like that!" Helga hissed. "It might actually happen."

"That's just a superstition," Rowena stated tartly. "And nonetheless, there's a chance of it happening anyway. Godric is always performing these experiments and he never once stop to take precautions. It could very well get out of hand and kill him!"

Helga made to chase after Rowena as the woman stalked off, but Salazar stopped her with a hand on her shoulder. "No, it's best to just let her calm down on her own. Come. We need to set up the classrooms and inform our possible students and professors Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry is going to begin this year."

Helga fidgeted, but nodded. "Are we really going to be calling our school that?"

"Hogwarts?"

"Yes, that. It is such a... revolting name." She sent Harry an apologetic look, but he shrugged it off.

"I didn't name the castle that. You guys did in another time line. I don't care what you call it." Hogwarts was a name of familiarity with both bad and good memories. Harry could only imagine what his presence and influence was doing to the future; does he exist? Does any of his ancestors exist? Does Voldemort? How many people have Harry wiped from existence with his actions? How many people exist because he has interfered? What will he do to affect the future even more?

"In that case," Godric's enthused words drowned out Harry's thoughts, "we should name it something with more class! Something that just screams, 'This is the best magical school in the world!' Something we can proudly declare to be the founders of when we send the enrollment letters! Something like-"

"Godric," Salazar cut him off, his chilly voice contrasting greatly with Godric enthused monologue. "Stop acting like a fool. It's not like this castle is a sentient being."

Godric stared in disbelief at Salazar. "But we created it! It's like our baby, Salazar!"

Salazar opened his mouth for a sharp retort, but shut it when he heard Harry and Helga break out in chuckles. Shaking his head, he walked off in the direction of the castle. There is no hope for these people, he thought as he heard Godric joining the two in their laughter.

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1) This information is correct. My source for English history is wikipedia (which I know isn't always correct, but if you see something wrong, feel free to point it out). Just search for Edgar of England and you'll find information on them.

Ending A/N: Please tell me what you liked and if there are any improvements I can make to the audience, POV, voice, character (what the character does and why they do it), or plot (although I'm still getting to that) but to make it clear, the first plot will be introduced next chapter. The pace will pick up, I just have to set everything up as well as make sure there's visible differences in modern English life and old English life because there is!

I doubt there'll be more than fifteen total chapters for this fic about this length if anyone is curious.

Feel free to point out any error or mistake with grammar or spelling. I love critiques. They make me a better writer and that makes this story better for the readers.

Any suggestions for Hogwarts new name, should I make up one or should I just leave it as is?