The first five chapters are from sexyslytheringoddess012. I do not own Harry Potter or any characters.
Chapter Two: You Transported Me Where To Fight What?
"Who the hell is Harry Potter? I have never heard of you!" Godric grumbled as he glared at the boy who could be his younger brother.
"I'm not answering any questions until you tell me who you are and where I...is this the Hogwarts library?" Harry asked suddenly as he looked around.
"You go here?" Rowena asked, narrowing her eyes on the boy. "I do not remember seeing you in any classes."
"And I don't remember you teaching any classes." Harry retorted with a shrug. Ge walked forward and held out a hand to her. "Harry Potter, and you are?" Rowena grasp his hand.
"Rowena Ravenclaw." She said. Harry paled and looked around at the other three adults.
"Oh, Merlin! This can't be happening! Why does all the freaky shit have to happen to me?" Harry moaned as he began to pace agitatedly, reaching up to tug at his shoulder length hair. "Fuck! Voldemort is dead and I still can't catch a break!"
"What are you whining about? Who is Voldemort? And you should be honored to be in our presence!" Salazar said, eyeing Harry suspiciously.
"Let me guess, you're Salazar Slytherin?" Harry pointed to the older male. Salazar's eyes widened in surprise and Harry chuckled. "Which would make you Godric Gryffindor and you Helga Hufflepuff." He said, turning to the other two Founders. "Can you please tell me how I got here?" Harry begged, looking at Helga.
"We are about to face a great evil, one we cannot hope to defeat on our own. We require a hero and used a variation of a summoning spell to find one that could help us and we got you." Helga explained. Harry chuckled humorlessly.
"You need me to fight your evil thing? You transported me back in time to fight an evil wizard?" Harry trailed off as he grumbled to himself.
"He is just a kid Rowena. He cannot help us. The spell did not work." Godric said, ignoring Harry when he glared at the kid comment.
"Yes it did. We told the spell what we wanted and it gave us our hero. He is the only one who can help us." Rowena said, turning to Godric.
"How can he help us? He looks like a fifth year!" Salazar hissed in irritation.
"I am sure with a little training he will be able to fight the demon." Helga said.
"We do not have the time to train him! There is too much that he would have to know!" Godric countered.
"I would really appreciate if you didn't talk about me like I'm not standing right in front of you!" Harry snapped, folding his arms across his chest, glaring.
"I would appreciate if you would go back to where you came from and not waste our time." Salazar responded coolly. Harry stared at him in shock before glaring fiercely.
"Fine! It's not like I wanted to bloody be here in the first place!" Harry snapped as he stalked out of the library, slamming the doors behind him. His eyes were seen tearing as he stomped out.
"Salazar! What have you done?" Rowena shouted, rounding on the Slytherin.
"We do not need him. What can a youngling offer us in our attempts to defeat the Tumma Sumu?" He hissed back at her.
"You are a fool Salazar. We will all the assistance we can get and you are destroying our only hope of protecting our home." Godric shook his head in disgust. "I will see if I can find the boy and try to calm him, maybe explain more fully why he is here." Godric said before leaving to search for their hero.
"You had better hope he can clam the young one and get him to agree to help us or so help me Merlin I will feed you to the Tumma Sumu first!" Rowena snapped before turning to clear the table of her day's work of research.
Harry stormed out of the library, anger and hurt pounding in his vein. He looked around at the strange yet familiar surroundings and sighed. He wiped his eyes.
"I defeated one Dark Lord only to be yanked back in time to fight another. Aren't I just the luckiest wizard alive?" Harry snorted sarcastically. He stuck his hands in his pockets and felt his wand, sighing in relief when he realized it had traveled with him. Harry paused and checked his robe's pockets too, beaming when he felt the silkiness of his invisibility cloak and the rough parchment of the Marauder's Map. He carried them with him at all times in case he need them for an emergency.
Harry was contemplating going to the Astronomy Tower when he heard a shout from behind him.
"Kid! Kid, stop for a minute!" Harry turned to see Godric running towards him. He sighed and turned to face the Founder fully.
"What? Have you come to tell me how utterly useless my presence is too?" Harry snarled defensively. Godric held his hands up in surrender and smirked slightly.
"Not at all. I think Sal got his point across just fine. I am here to apologize for his horrid behavior and explain why you were summoned." Godric said as they resumed walking again.
"I don't want to hear it. According to him, I'm obviously not good enough so you should just find yourself another hero." Harry grumbled. Godric sighed and looked at him contemplatively.
"Did his words bother you thank much? Would it help if I told you he does not really mean it? We are all very tense and the more tense he is, the more spiteful he gets." Godric said softly. Harry shrugged without looking at the Founder.
"It didn't bother me. I'm used to people telling me things like that, especially from my relatives." Harry confided. "It's just...people are always judging me without getting to know me, you know? One second I'm their Savior, the next I'm a Dark Lord in training, and then a lying, psychotic, attention-seeking screw-up. No one cares to ask me about anything or try to learn the real facts and not the gossip." Harry shrugged again. "It just gets hard after awhile." They walked in silence for a few minutes as Godric thought about what he was just told.
"If you would like to tell me about your life in your time I will gladly listen. If it will make you feel better." Godric offered. Harry snorted and shook his head.
"Thanks, but no thanks. Just tell me why you summoned me." Harry said and listened as Godric told him about Rowena's vision and what it meant for them and how he, Harry, was the only one who could help them defeat the demon. By the time Godric had told him everything Harry had erased all emotions from his face, not wanting to show the older wizard what he was feeling.
"And you can't get anyone else to help you? It has to be me?" Harry asked numbly. Godric nodded and Harry sighed heavily. "Yeah, alright. Guess I'm helping you." Harry said squaring his shoulders and looking into eyes that shone with gratitude.
"Just like that? Are you not worried about the danger?" Godric asked, surprised by the response.
"Of course I am! How could I not be? But I can't just leave knowing I would be dooming pretty much everybody." Harry said. "Stupid, sodding hero-complex." He mumbled under his breath. Godric looked at him in amusement and chuckled.
"You are in my house! You have to be!" Godric said, still laughing.
"Yeah, I am. The Sorting Hat wanted to put me in Slytherin though." Harry said, smiling slightly. Godric abruptly stopped laughing.
"You are a Slytherin in Gryffindor colors? We must tell Salazar! This will irritate him greatly!" Godric grabbed Harry's arm and dragged him to the Founders' chambers.
"Salazar! Salazar, where are you?" Godric shouted.
"There is no need to shout Godric!" Salazar snapped as he stepped out of his room. "What are you so excited about anyways?"
"The boy-" Harry cut Godric off with a growl.
"I have a name!" He snapped. "It's Harry. You might wanna try using it sometime." Godric just laughed.
"Harry is in Gryffindor!" Godric exclaimed excitedly.
"And why would I possibly care about that?" Slytherin sighed.
"You should care because the Sorting Hat wanted to put him in Slytherin!" Godric said smugly. Salazar whipped his head up to stare at Harry.
"You were meant for my house? Then how can you possibly be a lion?" Salazar asked.
"What do you care?" Harry snapped, before turning to Godric. "Since I'm going to be here for an indefinite amount of time, I'm going to need a room." Harry said.
"That is true. Hmm...where can we put you?" Godric tapped his chin as he thought before grinning wickedly at Salazar. "Sal here has a spare room connected to his main chambers. You can stay there until we find somewhere more suitable." He snickered at Salazar's expression.
"No! Absolutely not, Godric!" Salazar hissed.
"Yeah, I'd rather sleep out here. Just give me a blanket and a few pillows. I can sleep on the floor near the fireplace. At least it's not a cupboard." Harry murmured.
"What, are my rooms not good enough for you?" Salazar snapped.
"I'm sure they're fantastic." Harry replied sarcastically. "But I'm not going to sleep in them."
"Yes, you are! I will not have you offending me in such a manner. You will sleep in the guest room and I better not hear any complaints about how you do not like them!" Salazar shouted before retreating into his room, slamming the door behind him. Harry smirked triumphantly and turned to Godric.
"That didn't take much, eh?" Harry grinned impishly. Godric let out a booming laugh and draped an arm around Harry's shoulder.
"I cannot believe you just manipulated him into giving you his guest room. Brilliant! Absolutely brilliant. I can tell that you and I are going to get along just fine, young one." Godric chuckled.
"I don't doubt it." Harry laughed as well as Godric led him to the common room where the other two Founders were relaxing. "So, what do I call you guys?" Harry asked, sitting on the couch between Rowena and Helga.
"You may call me by my given name or my last name, if you prefer that." Rowena offered kindly.
"I have gotten into the habit of called her 'Ro'." Godric said. "I rather like it."
"You may call me Helga, dear." Helga said politely, patting Harry's hand gently. She smiled warmly at him and he felt some of his apprehension drain away. He leaned against her slightly and Helga giggled as she wrapped an arm around his shoulder, pulling him closer. "You must be tired. It is not everyday that you are pulled back in time, correct? Let us get you ready for bed and we can talk more in the morning."
"I'm not sure he wants me in there right now. He seems to hate me." Harry sighed as they all looked at the dark green door that led to Salazar's room.
"Do not worry about him, young one. We will talk to him about his deplorable behavior." Rowena said. Harry nodded and stood, heading towards the door. He paused for a second and then turned to hug Helga.
"Thank you for trying to comfort me." He whispered before running into the room. Helga watched him go, beaming happily and Godric stared after him sadly. Based off what he had been told by Harry he could deduce that his childhood had not been the best and he was determined to help the young Gryffindor as best as he could.
Harry raced into the room he would be sharing with Salazar after hugging the maternal witch, his face red with embarrassment.
"What do you want?" Salazar hissed from where he sat at a desk in the corner.
"Helga thought it would be best for me to get some sleep." Harry said softly. He hesitated before taking a few steps closer to the irate wizard. "Why do you hate me? We just met and I don't think I did anything to offend you, so why do you hate me so much already?" Salazar stared at him silently for a few minutes before turning his back on Harry. He sighed and made his way towards the guest room, closing the door softly. He looked around and had to admit that the room was very nice. Harry transfigured his clothes into pajamas and then crawled into bed, falling asleep immediately.
The nest morning Harry woke up greatly disoriented. It took him a few minutes to remember everything that had happened yesterday and when he did, he groaned, pressing his face into his hands.
"Great, just how I always wanted to spend my summers, being pulled back in time to fight a demon." Harry sighed as he got up and looked around his room. "I don't have any clothes he moaned in realization. He thought about swiping some of Salazar's clothes but he decided he didn't feel like getting hexed this early in the day and transfigured his pajamas into a pair of form fitting back pants and a dark green t-shirt that showed off his muscles. He transfigured two pillows into green sneakers, put them on, and walked into the common room.
Harry surveyed the area and came to the conclusion that everyone was either sleeping or eating in the Great Hall. He left the common room and head towards the library.
"Better start looking up any information on this demon that I can find." Harry sighed as he pushed open the heavy doors. He pulled out his wand as he walked toward a table set in a corner near a window and accio'd all the books that had information about demons and how to get rid of them. No less than twenty books came flying towards him and settled on the table. Harry groaned loudly. These books were huge! There was no way he could read them all in time to come up with a way to defeat the demon.
"I'm so doomed! Why couldn't they have summoned Hermione instead of me? She would definitely know what to do." Harry grumbled as he settled in and got started on his research. Three hours later, the library doors opened and the Founders walked in.
"I told you he would be here!" Rowena said triumphantly.
"Well, how were we to know he would immediately start researching?" Godric grumbled as he walked up to Harry and peeked at all the books he had stacked in front of him.
"I told you, that is how you supposed to know." Rowena said with a shrug.
"Here you go, dear. I noticed you did not come down for breakfast so I brought you a sandwich. You need to eat, you are far too skinny." Helga said as she placed a plate in front of Harry and took his book out of his hands.
"I need that!" Harry shouted, reaching for the book. "Helga, I have to read these if you want me to defeat the demon!"
"You are just as obsessed as Rowena. Eat first and then you can have your book back." Helga said firmly. Harry sighed and picked up the sandwich.
"So have you made any progress?" Godric asked, taking a seat beside Harry.
"Of course not. There is no way a child could find something that we have not." Salazar snorted. Harry glared at him.
"Look, I get it. You don't want me here and you don't want my help. So you can read through all these books and you can fight this demon. I'll just worry about getting back home." Harry turned to the other Founders.
I'm sorry, I can't help you." Harry said, pushing away from the table and storming out of library, fighting the strange urge to cry. He rushed down the hallways wondering why Salazar affected him so much. Why did his heart beat faster whenever he walked into a room? Why did each degrading word tear Harry's heart to shreds? Why did Harry want to prove that he was worthy? Harry ran until he reached the doors leading out of the castle. He made his way to the Quidditch pitch and sat on the grass.
"It doesn't make sense. I should wanna punch the arrogant prat in the face, not snog him senseless! This is ridiculous, I've barely known him for twenty-four hours! He shouldn't affect me so strongly." Harry muttered. He had come to terms that he was gay at the end of fifth year when he decided he didn't like kissing Cho and that he would rather check out a boy's arse than flirt with Padma Patil.
"Harry?" A soft voice called. Harry sighed and turned to see Helga behind him.
"I don't want to talk about it." He mumbled as she sat down beside him.
"Do not listen to anything Salazar says. I am not sure why is behaving so hatefully towards you but it is unacceptable." Helga said with a frown.
"No, it's fine. It's not the first time I've been told I was unwanted." Harry said with a shrug. Helga opened her mouth to speak but Harry turned to her with a hesitant expression. "Can I tell you something?" It's about S...Salazar and I don't really know what happening, but..." Harry trailed off unsurely.
"Of course, Harry. You can always come to me about something." Helga said, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder.
"Okay, well it's really weird. I've never felt like this before so I don't know if it's normal or not, but...Every time he walks into the room, I'm jumpy. Like, I'm hyper-aware of everything he's doing and I get really nervous and my heart beats faster. And when he says something mean or insulting, it makes me wanna just curl up and cry and I feel I'm not good enough for him. I just want to prove that I'm worthy of his attention and I want to make him happy so I tried to get started on the research and then he went and said I was practically useless and I don't know why it hurts so much, but it does! And I just...I can't..." Harry rambled, before taking a shaky breath. "Why is this happening to me?" Harry whispered. He looked up at Helga through his fringe, eyes gleaming with unshed tears. Helga could only stare at him in shock.
"I have an idea but I want to discuss it with Rowena just to be sure. Is that alright?" Helga asked as she wrapped her arms around Harry in a hug, trying to comfort the confused teen.
"Yeah, I just wanna know why he's affecting me so much. It hurts si much and I've only been for a day." Harry mumbled as he leaned into Helga.
"Come on. You need a nap; it's been a tiring morning." Helga said as she led Harry back to the castle. "I will talk to Rowena while you sleep and tell you what I think when you wake." She said once they in the common room.
"Thanks you." Harry said before retreating to his room and falling asleep.
Helga found Rowena, Salazar, and Godric still in the library. She hurried to the dark haired witch and leaned close.
"Rowena, I need to talk you about Harry. It is important." She whispered quietly. Unfortunately, Salazar had excellent hearing and turned his head sharply.
"What about the boy? Is he ill? Did he injure himself somehow? Did you even find him?" Salazar couldn't explain the sudden panic that consumed him.
"It is none of your concern, Salazar!" Helga snapped, glaring at him. "You just leave Harry alone." Helga tugged on Rowena's arm but Salazar blocked their path.
"Just tell me what is wrong with-" Salazar stopped talking when he found himself on the end of Helga's wand.
"He is in his room sobbing his eyes out. His whole life, he had people, his family, tell him that he was useless and that no one would ever love him, that everyone would be better off if he were dead. You brought back all those feelings and he is depressed. He will not even open his door to talk to me. So if you will excuse us, Rowena and I will attempt to fix the mess you created with your insensitive words! And you better not even think of talking to him for the next few days, Salazar, or I will hex you! Helga hissed, devoid of any guilt from making up a false explanation. Salazar deserved to feel bad for hurting Harry. "Come Rowena, we have a lot to discuss."
The two witches walked quickly out of the library, leaving a shocked Salazar and a glaring Godric.
"You are a monumental arse, Salazar Slytherin!" Godric snarled as he stood and stomped out of the library. Salazar only stared blankly, a hand over his heart.
"Why does it hurt to know that I made him cry? I should not care. Salazar Slytherin is a cold, unfeeling bastard, I am not supposed to eel bad about hurting people." Salazar muttered, confusion evident in his voice. Then why does it hurt so much?
"What is it Helga?" Rowena asked worriedly, as they sat in chairs in her room. "Is he still crying? How do we help him?"
"Calm yourself Rowena. Harry is not crying, half of what I told Salazar is not true. I just wanted him to feel awful." Helga confessed. Rowena looked at her in surprise. Helga did not usually cause unnecessary panic or pain.
"Then what do you need to converse with me about?" Rowena asked.
"I have reason to believe that Harry has a creature inheritance he will be coming into soon and I believe that he will be the submissive." Helga informed.
"Helga, where are you going with this? Why do we need to talk about his inheritance?" Rowena asked curiously.
"I think that his dominant mate is Salazar." Helga said. Rowena stared at her before bursting into laughter.
"Oh! Oh, Merlin! Helga you cannot possibly believe that! Salazar? Salazar Slytherin, the mate to anyone?" Rowena chuckled and dried her tears. "It is not possible. It is my firm belief that he will be alone forever. He is far too inconsiderate and closed off to have anyone close to him."
"Rowena, you did not hear what Harry told me! I am certain that Salazar is his mate." Helga insisted.
"Fine, tell me what he told you." Rowena said.
"He told me that whenever Salazar walks into a room his heart beats faster and he is hyper-aware of everything he does. He said that he feels the need to prove that he is worthy of Salazar's time and attention and that his heart breaks with every degrading word he hears. Rowena, he said that he just want to make Salazar happy." Helga repeated. Rowena silently processed the information.
"Helga, you may be right. Merlin, I never thought the day would come when I would be happy to be wrong." Rowena breathed excitedly. "Helga, this is wonderful! Oh, Salazar is going to be so happy with a mate!" Rowena gushed happily before gasping and staring at Helga with worried eyes. "Helga! He was so rude to Harry! What if Harry doesn't want him anymore? What if he decides to go back home? It would not be that hard to find a spell that could send him back. We have to fix this!" Rowena shouted, jumping from her seat. Helga watched in silent amusement and placed a hand on her shoulder.
"We will, Rowena." Helga agreed and pushed the overexcited witch back into her chair. "We just have to get Harry to stay here first. The demon is our first priority and we should research that first."
"Yes, you are right. We should get his books from the library. I would rather work in the common room." Rowena took a deep breath, before standing. Helga nodded and walked out, arm in arm.
Harry was reading over the large tomes with Godric when Salazar walked into the common room, closing his bedroom door softly. Godric and Harry looked up and Harry immediately stood up.
"I'm going to get a snack. Do you want anything Godric?" Harry asked as he made his way toward the door. Godric shook his head and snorted in amusement as Harry hastily escaped to the kitchen. Salazar sighed and moved to the couch.
"He has been doing this for a week now!" Salazar complained. Every time he walked into a room where Harry was, the teen will stumble to leave and it was irritating Salazar. "Why does he keep running away from me?"
"Perhaps he does not wish to be insulted daily?" Godric suggested, aware of Salazar's obvious discomfort.
"Helga said that I should apologize, but he always flees..." Salazar grumbled as he pulled a book toward him and began to read.
"Did it ever occur to you, Salazar, that you have gone too far? Did you ever think that maybe being an arse was not the best way to endear the one person who can help us?" Godric asked seriously, looking Salazar in the eye.
"I did not think it would make him cry!" Salazar defended.
"That is your problem." Godric said as he closed his book and stood. "You do not think before you speak." Godric said before he strolled out, hands in his pockets as he hummed, leaving Salazar to contemplate his words.
Two more weeks passed and there was still no progress with Harry. He wouldn't run out of the room now, but he wouldn't speak or look at Salazar unless absolutely necessary. Salazar became more snappish and Harry would rarely talk to anyone.
They had made progress on the demon and were going over all their information.
"So the demon is called Tumma Sumu, or Dark Fog." Rowena wrote.
"What exactly does it do?" Harry asked. "I never found information on that."
"They suck out your life essence." Helga said, shuddering slightly.
"You mean, like your soul?" Harry asked.
"No, they literally suck all the life out of you." Salazar said.
"So they're a more horrifying version of Dementors." Harry mumbled to himself as he nodded in understanding.
"What are Dementors?" Godric asked.
"They're really dark creatures that guard the wizard prison Azkaban. They make you relive all your worst nightmares and they have this procedure called 'The Dementor's Kiss'. The Kiss is when they suck out your soul, leaving you as a shell, still alive but unresponsive." Harry shuddered as he remembered how they affected him. "It's supposed to be worse than death." The Founders looked at him in varying degrees of horror; Helga looked like she was going to be sick.
"That sounds horrible." Helga whispered into tense silence.
"They are." Harry said with a grimace.
"You speak like you have experience with these monsters." Salazar said. Harry stared contemplatively before nodding slowly.
"I do. I've had to fight them off on more than one occasion. They almost killed me in my third year, but me and Hermione went back in time a few hours to save my godfather from The Kiss and I fought off a hundred of them." Harry explained.
"You almost died?" Salazar choked out. He tried to reign in his panic.
"You fought a hundred of them? At once?" Godric beamed with pride.
"You poor dear!" Helga exclaimed.
"What spell did you use?" Rowena asked sharply.
"Yes, I almost died. It was a hundred more or less, it's okay Helga, I'm still alive, the Patronus charm." Harry answered at once.
"I have never heard of that spell." Rowena said.
"I don't think it's been invented yet." Harry shrugged.
Rowena growled in frustration. "We need to learn the spell because it could help, but we cannot change the future..."
"What if I teach it to you and you keep it a secret?" Harry suggested.
"And if we cast it on the demon?" Salazar asked.
"Just obliviate them." Harry shrugged again.
"We cannot just take their memories!" Helga protested.
"I agree with Harry." Salazar said. Harry looked up in shock, his heart fluttering quickly.
"You do?" He asked softly, as if afraid it was a trick.
"Yes, if we want to defeat the demon and not change the future, it will have to be done." Salazar said firmly, glancing at Harry.
"How about we take some time to think about it. We will decide in four days." Godric proposed. They all agreed and made their way to the Great Hall for lunch. Salazar reached out a hand to take Harry's.
"Can I talk to you?" Salazar murmured quietly. Harry looked up and sighed.
"I don't want to hear your new insult, Salazar." Harry said tiredly.
"No, it is not that. I wish to apologize. Hogwarts is my first true home, and the others, my true family. I was frustrated and took it out on you. You did not deserve my wrath." Salazar said, locking his eyes with emerald ones.
"I...thanks. For apologizing. And I, erm...I accept. You know, your apology. I...yeah." Harry stammered as a blush stained his cheeks. Salazar couldn't help but think that Harry looked too adorable.
"Thank you for accepting." Salazar said, smiling slightly. Harry beamed happily and made they resumed their way to the Great Hall. Harry thought about how happy he had been. They had a plan now; he would teach the Founders the Patronus charm and they would teach him advanced battle spells and curse. Hopefully it would be enough to save them all. And the best part was, his birthday was only two days away.