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Why Salazar Left	By : Eskimita Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Salazar Views: 25174 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 14
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“On three, right?” said Harry. “One- two- three-“*

He and Cedric both reached for the cup, Harry touching it a fraction of a second early. Before he could tell Cedric to grab on, he felt a tugging on his abdomen and everything went black.

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“Oh for Myrrdin’s* sake, Godric, pick the child up and carry him into the castle.”

“Excuse me, Rowena, for being cautious. It isn’t a normal event for a strange child to appear in our Creaothceann* field. And what on earth is he wearing?”

Harry groaned, alerting the strangers to the fact that he was no longer unconscious. Immediately, he felt the brush of softened wool as a woman helped him sit up. He opened his eyes, taking in the dark eyed woman who was looking at him with concern.

“Wh-where am I?”

The woman gasped and dropped his head, looking to red haired wizard standing above them.

“Go get Salazar, Godric. And hurry! It appears he will be the only one capable of speaking to this child.”

Godric, Harry observed, had gone white with shock, but when the woman called his attention to her, he quickly nodded and ran off. Harry followed him with his eyes, his breath catching as he looked upon the visage of Hogwarts. What had happened?

Rowena helped him sit up again, her hand grazing the side of his face.

“You poor child. You must be hopelessly confused. I wish I could understand you. I’m Rowena Ravenclaw and you have somehow managed to find yourself at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Well, it will be a school, once we finish building it. Right now, its little more than the home of myself and my three best friends.”

Harry gaped at her. Had she really just said that she was Rowena Ravenclaw? That would mean that he had somehow traveled to the time of the founders. He shook his head. He’d never heard of a portkey or a timeturner taking a person back to another century before. This made no sense to him. Before he could think on it much further, Godric and another person who must be Salazar Slytherin returned, their robes whirling furiously around them.

“Salazar, talk to him. When he spoke to us he was using your snake language, so you must be able to communicate with him.”

Salazar, a man with a striking resemblance to a Muggle film character Harry had once seen, knelt on the grass and looked into Harry’s eyes.

“Who are you, Speaker?”

“Harry Potter, sir. I fear something has happened. I’m not supposed to be in this time.”

“Not in this time? What do you mean by that, boy?”

“Sir, I’m a student at Hogwarts, but my time is several centuries in the future. I was in a tournament. But when I touched the trophy, it felt like a portkey and I found myself here.”

“What sort of tournament?”

Harry couldn’t remember if the Triwizard Tournament had already been established during the time of the founders so he decided it would probably be safer if he didn’t mention anything of it. Muggle movies were always going on about how one stupid decision while in a different time could change history, after all. He’d gleaned that much from listening through his cupboard as Dudley watched them.

“I cannot say, sir. I do not wish to alter time. And if I tell you, it may influence time.”

Salazar nodded, standing up and brushing off his robes with disdain.

“The child is from the future. I am not sure how, but we will figure it out and return him to his own time. However, he refuses to tell us anything about the future, as he is afraid of the risk of altering events. I would suggest you place him in rooms near my quarters, as he cannot speak to anyone else. Now, if you will excuse me, I have a potion to finish.”

Harry shivered as he heard Salazar speak English for the first time. The man had the faintest traces of an accent that he was pretty sure originated in Spain*. It sounded Spanish, at least. Whatever it was, the accent danced across his body and settled like a fire in his stomach. He shook off the feeling and looked to the other two founders who were still with him.

Godric looked down at him for a minute before spurring himself into action, bending and gathering him from the ground.

“Come, Rowena, he’ll freeze out here in the Scottish air if we don’t get him in some decent clothing soon. And you know what Helga says when we neglect our guests, even if they are most unexpected.”

They left the field, headed for the imposing front doors of the castle. When they entered, Harry couldn’t believe his eyes. The Hogwarts in this time was practically empty. The only pictures hanging on the walls were of inconsequential events, not of important figures. And there were no ghosts. Rationally, Harry knew that it was this way because most of those figures and people had yet to do anything historic, or to die, but to him it seemed as though he was in a completely different castle than the one he had left that morning.

Godric carried him down to the dungeons, stopping in front of a painting of a wooded scene with a small snake sunbathing on a rock.

“You will have to speak to the snake since Salazar has decided that his potions are more important than a strange guest and I have no access to dungeon rooms.”

Harry nodded and leaned forward in Godric’s arms.

“Hello, may we have access to these rooms?”

“Another speaker? Oh how I do enjoy having someone to converse with. Of course, Little Speaker. But first you must pick a password.”

Harry bit his lip and tried to think of an appropriate password. Finally, he smiled and looked at the snake again.

“My password will be Crookshanks.”

The snake made a movement that looked like a nod and the painting opened, revealing a room done in forest colors. Harry immediately fell in love.

Godric carried Harry to the settee in the middle of the room, carefully placing him on it and covering him with a conjured blanket.

“We will return once Salazar has finished his potion so that he can look over you to discern if you have any injuries. Now, I would suggest that you rest because once Helga discovers that we have a guest, she won’t leave you alone unless she absolutely must. Good day.”

Godric nodded his head to Harry in semblance of a bow and took Rowena’s arm, leading her out of the room. Harry found himself alone and allowed his eyes to drift shut. His last thought before he slept was to wonder how on earth he was going to return to his own time.

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Red sparks shot up from the maze for a third time and Cedric Diggory was forced out. The minute he could see the Ministry officials and Dumbledore, he fell to his knees sobbing.

“Harry is gone! The Cup was a portkey! He grabbed it and disappeared!”

Before anyone could respond, Fawkes appeared in a cloud of flames and cooed to the Headmaster. Dumbledore shook his head and faced the crowd of students and audience members.

“I fear that our Mr. Potter will not return. Perhaps it will be best to remember him as the brave young Gryffindor he was and accept that he is most likely dead. There will be a ceremony in his memory in the Great Hall tomorrow.”

The Headmaster led the way into the castle, the twinkle in his eye slowly turning to a flame of anger. The boy had gone and ruined his plans. This would not end well. Especially not for Harry Potter.

*Direct quote from Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire pg. 635. (US hardback edition)

*Myrrdin is the Welsh name for Merlin and therefore is probably more historically accurate.

*According to the Harry Potter wikia, Creaothceann was a broom-based game in Scotland that preceded Quidditch by at least 50 years. The first mention of Quidditch was found in the mid 1000’s, but as my story is based in the earlier years of that century, it does not yet exist.

*Salazar’s name is based on a Portuguese fascist ruler so I am taking the liberty of assuming his family did not come from England although according to the Harry Potter wikia, he lived in a fen in Eastern England. For this story, we will assume that fen is in Norfolk.
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