[a/n-2]Where I've done Harry dying, I don't usually cover longer term consequences precisely because it's about Harry doing different, but there've been a few. The Harry Asimov trilogy of #10 #12 & #25. There's also SoHDD#16 & DoHDD#16 which have the twist also mentioned in another review::Leaving the details out in case some wish to go back. The reason they're so far apart is a much later review of pt1. SoHDD#46 did one for my version of Lone Traveler. I'm not at all opposed to sequelizing, I just tend to go off onto other things. So point one out and I'll bend a braincell to it.

[a/n-1]Related, do I obsess on giving Harry misery?

[a/n0]Funny thing about the 'backyard' I do that automatically, just like 'setup': That's what I learned. The autocorrect did 'back yard'. From what I looked up they're interchangeable but 'back yard' is becoming obsolete. For the eventual war, there was a mixed result. The Light lost its figurehead in Harry, but the Dark did lose some big guns.

[a/n]This one is so perfectly timed for both prior notes:Slytherin66's review of #67 about Harry discussing the subject with Sal of ptong trick. And, yeah, this kind of bruises my self-imposed spacing of LT stories [see #48] Greetings and Salutations to Dunuelos

[a/n1]Adult content here.

At least R, maybe NC17.

Feel free to skip if you don't approve.

Sexual content just below

We don't card, but support the honour system

Last chance

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[a/n2]Couldn't find a Scottish translator but Google had Gaelic, which I used for the introductory moments.

Harry Does Different CDLXXXVIIIa

Lone Traveler XV: Benefits of Parseltongue II

There was a lovely loch in Scotland. Until very recently nothing much had gone on there. Now, a couple miles from a large construction site there was the beginnings of a town. It had grown up around the need of workers for someplace to live. In barely a year, all the extras followed. As a magical place, the witnesses seeing a man appear with a flash of light gave it no thought.

"Nothing familiar, but somehow I should know this." The arrival muttered in thought as he looked around. He saw a few buildings and that it was about midday. He approached one of the onlookers with a polite expression and said "Hello, sir. Sorry about the unannounced pop there. Might be off course, can you tell me where I am?"

The man was youngish though he wore an eyepatch. He gave the stranger an odd expression and replied "Tá brón orm nach dtuigeann mé thú." [I'm sorry I don't understand you]

"Sorry what?"

The citizen quiered "Nach labhraíonn tú Albainis?" [Do you not speak Scottish]

"Well, language barrier. This is a new problem." The visitor contemplated, then with some accompanying gestures to help understanding …hopefully… asked "Is there someone around that speaks other languages?"

The man grasped the point, eventually, and nodded "B'fhéidir go mbeadh duine d'úinéirí na scoile in ann cabhrú leat. tá ceann sa bhaile i gcónaí. B'fhéidir an chearnóg. Lean i mo dhiaidh." [One of the school owners might be able to help. There is always one in town. Perhaps the square. Follow me.]

"Lead the way." The visitor understood the intent and agreed. Soon enough they encountered a voluptuous, quite young, woman who just radiated power. He half-bowed and quietly said "Hello."

The man said "Mo Lady Hufflepuff, an strainséir apparated taobh amuigh de mo siopa lumber. Ní féidir leis labhairt ar bhealach ar bith a thuigim" ]My Lady Hufflepuff, this stranger apparated outside my lumber shop. He cannot speak in any way I understand."

[I shall not detain you further, Bolduc. Thank you for your courtesy.] "Ní choinneoidh mé a thuilleadh thú, a Bolduc. Go raibh maith agat as do chúirtéis." She replied with a regal nod and a wave of dismissal. Then, drawing her wand slowly, to the stranger "Ansin, ag tarraingt a wand go mall, leis an strainséir tá mé seal a ligfidh dúinn a thuiscint a chéile. Ná bíodh eagla ort le do thoil. Linguam ververto." [I have a spell which will allow us to understand one another. Please do not be alarmed.]

"Did I understand you to be Helga Hufflepuff?" asked the visitor as soon as they confirmed the spell's effectiveness. This was a first, and the reason for lack of comprehension was obvious.

She blinked, surprised "I beg your pardon? You are who?"

"My apologies, perhaps word of your works has spread further than you know." That gave him a moment to think. He could give his true name with nil risk "I am Harry the Potter. I suppose I could claim I was aiming for Stirling, but that's not quite accurate."

The quite young founder smiled coyly "You seem a capable wizard, by the sense I get. Might you consider signing on?"

"Lady, I regret teaching is not something I spend time enough in one place to do. My apologies." He replied, somewhat taken aback being come onto by a revered Founder.

The woman's face changed to one of vast suspicion "Precisely how do you know that? Especially when you did not even speak my language until five minutes ago?"

"Ahh well" Harry stammered for a bit, he must have arrived abit sooner than he thought. Ultimately he changed tactics, remembering a certain skill with females "Not important. But clearly any project you are involved in must be grand. I hope it not presumptuous of me to remark also, you are a most handsome woman. I might offer other services besides?"

Helga blushed quite vividly. Desperate to cover her embarrassment, said coolly "The young visitor seems awfully full of himself."

"It might sound arrogant were it untrue." Despite the natural awe of a founder, Harry had to smirk at her "My lady can be assured of my …ahh… talents being more than equal to any man."

Helga was doing a poor job of hiding her desire, simultaneously popping the button that allowed her breasts to bounce out of the dress, while flicking the latch of one of the few complete rooms of a half-built barracks-like structure. "Now we see if you live up to your brava, Sirra Potter."

"I shall not disappoint, Helga. I assume we may be familiar?" Harry ambled into her personal space with assured cockiness, hiding a reaction to very perky breasts "Perhaps a kiss to start?"

The Co-Headmistress-to-be likewise played it cool "I am no innocent, Harry. I'll not be that easily impressed." The kiss did not even begin chaste and she was the aggressor, pushing her tongue through the man's lips. Her initial reaction was to think 'Low A maybe high P in the grading Row created'

"About now you're thinking me as nothing special." Said Harry as he broke the kiss, then only lightly brushing a breast dropped into Parseltongue ~~This, I think, you will find meets your expectations. And then some.~~

The witch was shocked on hearing what only came from her fellow Co-Headmaster-to-be, or on a nature exploration. Hissing. Though it was being used in a totally alien manner. Now the tongue in her mouth tickled in impossible ways. Over teeth and gums, flicking inside her cheeks or the completely impossible wrapping around her tonsils. Helga broke the kiss giggling breathlessly "I know no other parselmouth than Sal. Wonder if that's one of his talents."

"In truth, where I came from" he responded dourly "the talent is looked down on, because of its use by dark wizards. I showed its benefits to …ahh… some of my lady friends, hoping to show it really is a gift."

Nibbling at the wizard's neck Helga sighed happily "Well I highly approve. We shall see, perhaps, if upon his return the resident snake can perform similarly."

"You are under the impression that is the extent of my talent Mistress Hufflepuff." Harry ran his lips across hers, then trailed down the formidable frame. As she began squirming under him he smirked, still flicking his tongue "Here comes part two dear."

Whether Helga personally, or the era generally, what happened to her next was a new experience. She felt trepidation as her undergarments were pushed down. That quickly became shock when the so talented tongue that worked her mouth licked between her legs. She panted "Great …scott, sir… Potter! Whatever are you doing? Oh my! My! MY!"

~~A,B,C,D,E,F,G,H…~~ Harry licked very vigorously using the pattern he also hissed to. He had come to very much enjoy the twisting of female hips between his gripping hands ~~Oh Miss Hufflepuff I have done this to MANY of your House …M,N,O,P…~~

The witch bucked and writhed as she never had, soon orgasming in a gush of pleasure "I have NEVER felt anything like that! Its own kind of magic. *siiiiiiiiigh* A part of me wishes you could stay permanently. Would you possibly be willing to share this joy among those village women both single and willing? *aaaaahhhh*"

"Your generosity shall grow to legendary status m'Lady." Harry eased up next to her and smirked "I shall make the sacrifice you request of me."

She returned sardonically "Imagine that. And what was it you were saying in parseltongue that worked so well upon me?"

"Nothing all that complicated. Someone once suggested, as he put it. Lick the alphabet. Perhaps your friend could tell you parseltongue only has 19 letters. Not many make it to ten. I congratulate you, Helga, you didn't …ahh… burst… until 12." Harry actually did not mind, in the slightest. No straight wizard would. Plus, having met one Founder, natural curiosity had him hoping to meet the rest. With the outright blessing of one of the leaders of the rapidly growing school, Harry's popularity spread rapidly. But about a week later, he was flashed off to a new timezone.

Abcij

Over a hundred hops through time later, the Lone Traveler was sitting in a pub. Not yet motivated to determine his 'job' here, the time-bouncer had just wasted a few days. He didn't yet even know WHEN he was. Then someone entered that probably answered both. Grizzled, rather unkempt, but undoubtedly one "Salazar Slytherin."

"Who'er kno'd me?" he was a bit drunk.

Well at least now he knew why people gave his manner of dress a look. Regardless, quite curious, the Lone Traveler stood and offered invitingly "Please, sir Slytherin, join me as my guest?"

"Long time since s'mone called me that." It was now obvious he was drunk, as he staggered over. The man fell into a chair and slurred "Who're u ta kno'mi?"

Recognizing that he was aged, Harry felt safe responded "Just a traveler. And as I understand it you had something to do with a magical school. Forgive that the name escapes me."

"Hogwarts!" it was bitterly spat "That is what all my friends called it. Dirty rat traitors!"

This was a staggering revelation and not at all in line with that lecture from Professor McGonagall during Second Year. He spoke cautiously "I am a traveling bard, sir. With all the fascination for a good tale that implies. Not that I was seeking you, that said, there are rumors about."

"I can imagine well'nuf." Slytherin was still drunk, but his head was clearing with remarkable speed "Sommat like I hate nomag kids."

After a moment to clear up the remark, Harry answered "In extreme versions, you want to murder all non-purebloods."

"Not a one of us meets the most dogmatic definition of the term." Came gruff retort "All capable to learn magic MUST! My concern is for those new to magic being burned at the stake."

Interest piqued he showed surprise "Truthfully, if I may say, what I've heard is you would rid …Hogwarts you said? …of anyone not of the correct heritage. Nor was it mentioned you had a worry as to method."

"Target an innocent? Child?! The very notion insults my honor Sir Bard!" quite suddenly any hint of intoxication vanished. Even the pub patrons who knew the man as a mere drunkard looked scared, particularly as magic flared.

Holding up a hand in apology, Harry spoke placatingly "My remark was not meant as an accusation, Professor, just as an accurate report of what has been spoken. As a bard, I would equally offer your part as what you have said. Regardless, even, of my own opinion."

"Professor. Not an appellation directed toward me in many years." Said Slytherin, offence was replaced with misery "Thank you, Sir Bard. And I may as well. No doubt some ignoble end will soon befall me. Godric Gryffindor; once my brother in all but blood, betrayed me in every way. In business, as a colleague, as a man! Decades past and yet still yesterday. Three of us left kindly Helga in charge of the construction on various missions. Money was needed, as were students, and the support of the public for the project."

The Lone Traveler suppressed a reaction. It couldn't be! No! "I suppose you all benefited from being able to share tasks." Was the neutral observation.

"I was the last of the three travelers to return." Slytherin ignored the remark "I was met with bitter contempt. Barely a word spoken outside of school issues. And these! My friends! WEEKS that lousy Gryffindor had to poison the minds, not just of Helga and Rowena. Oh no! Word had, unfortunately, spread among the villagers and construction workers."

He had to hear it "Again, Professor, I will relay your words honestly."

"I've nothing left." The older man spoke as one even older than he looked "Finally after months of this proper behavior of my friends, the full story came out. Dear Godric had a concubine from among the villagers. Though my lifelong friend had not been there, like myself, for months; the wench died in an accident. And it was discovered was with child. The babe survived just long enough to show a remarkable …and very rare… talent. That of parseltongue."

Harry opted not to mention his own gift "That is rare. I assume they accused you?"

"SO months after I return" the aged weariness vanished "Those friends of mine having kept the death of my assumed child to themselves! I am then accused of having carried on an affair with my brother's woman! More, my word was rejected. All on the odd coincidence!"

Suppressing emotion, Harry probed "I only ask as a neutral bard in this. You never returned to Hogwarts? In all those months? You could not possibly - -"

"I did not. Can I prove it? No." again, the exile was old and depressed "I do not expect to prove it to your satisfaction. I should NOT have to those who knew me. All I was able to learn was a parselmouth spent some weeks at the site. This man calling himself Harry Potter, never once claimed to be me. And yet - -"

Repressing a great burst of emotion, Harry was relieved he'd never spoken his true name "I follow your story to its conclusion, Professor. I cannot say if anyone I repeat it to accepts. But on the grave of Gabrielle of Greece. I will relate what you said exactly as you said it."

"Even after I proved …none of them bothered with a heritage spell… that another villager was the father!" this again evoked rage "Gryffindor accused me of fraud! And how dare I disturb his beloved's grave?! Now parseltongue is evil, and I am its chief high priest."

After the ups and downs, deep beneath his Lone Traveler persona Harry felt great relief. His earlier visit to this period was certainly a part of the rift between the Founders. Though there was no way to know if this was the original historical cause. But it was the notion that, possibly, he'd had a child that was lost to time that was most disturbing. A thing he would be more wary of in future. And, regardless of the truth, it couldn't help affect his perceptions of all the Founders.

"My epitaph I suppose" Slytherin spat bitterly "Even those seeming interested disregard me. Better forgotten than despised."

The Lone Traveler flinched "Forgive me, Professor. I might suggest, you could find some peace elsewhere. Parseltongue is at least accepted in India. I don't know what passage might cost, but I can spare you perhaps a dozen gold pieces. Consider it a thank you for a bard's tale." He fiddled around in his pocket and offered a mix of coins. He did not bother counting. And, knowing any hint of pity would be poorly received, merely tipped the wizard hat he just donned and left.