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Pairing: HP/OC also HP/DM later

Summary: HP/OC, HP/DM The shock of a sudden change in appearance tears a hole in the fabric of time, sending Harry back to 998 A.D. Upon discovering only 3 of the 4 Founders, Harry accidentally takes on the role of the 4th Founder.

Warning: Creature Harry, Time travel, eventual Slash and Mpreg,

Note: Dual-author fic.

The Founder

Prologue

By gemroses

Hogwarts had an air of undisturbed calm about itself on this early-Spring evening. The faint rustle of the trees from the Forbidden Forest could be heard if one listened for it closely enough. High up on the seventh floor, in one of the castle's many towers, the Gryffindor common room appeared to be deserted. The only noise there that was to be heard was that of the large open fireplace, dimmed now to embers, gently warming the room around the ancient arch of stone, black with the charcoal of tens of years of fires.

On closer inspection, the room was not as empty as it would have first appeared. One lone figure sat in the comfortable leather armchair nearest to the hearth. His messy head of hair, blacker even than the charred stones that warmed him, was rested lightly against the side of the chair, his eyes remained closed even as the parchment he had been holding slid from his grasp and onto the floor. The parchment, both wrapped in scrolls and opened, had become strewn across the floor, presumably having also slipped from the boy's grasp. They appeared to have several versions of an essay titled "Why I Will Not Mix Bat Wings with Dragon Blood" and a brightly coloured revision timetable with different handwriting to that of the essays.

Harry Potter slept softly in the Gryffindor common room. Ron and Hermione, as well as the other occupants of the same House, and many of the other students at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, had returned home for the Easter holiday. The small boy of 15 would be alone for the next two weeks, not that he minded, of course. Ron and Hermione were indeed his friends, but sometimes their constant presence could become a little overwhelming for the boy who, for the best part of 11 years, had been ignored. A two week break would be somewhat relished.

The peace in the common room was broken as Harry awoke with a start and fell from the chair, onto his knees. A sharp pain shot through his head. So deep, in fact, that it seemed to pierce the very core of his mind. Gritting his teeth, he remained as still as he was able, in an attempt to ride out the waves of pain and nausea that was brought with them. Finally his torment subsided, and he gathered up his scattered mess of parchment, intent on returning to his dorm where he could, with any luck, continue to sleep peacefully as he had been. A quickly cast Tempus charm informed his that it was 7 minutes past midnight and, without further pause, he trudged his way up the staircase and collapsed on to his bed and into a dreamless, restful sleep.

The next morning found Harry entangled in his red and gold sheets. After a few long minutes of struggling, he broke free with a triumphant cry. He sat up and rubbed his eyes clear of sleep before rising from the bed and making his way to the bathroom. Harry strolled into the other room at a regal pace. Hurrying seemed beyond him, and there was no need to rush anywhere, as there was no outstanding homework and no lessons. Stripping out of his pyjamas, he stepped into the shower and turned it on. The water was a perfect temperature before it even hit his skin, and Harry relished the fact that he was a part of this magical world.

After his shower, Harry returned to the dorm rooms and pulled on some faded blue jeans and a deep green t-shirt before re-shrinking his trunk and pocketing it. This had become a habit of his - to keep all of his belongings on him - since Lord Voldemort's first attack against him. Just as he was preparing to leave for the common room, Harry remembered that he had yet to brush his teeth, and so returned to the bathroom once more. He mechanically applied the toothpaste and looked up to face his reflection in the mirror only to drop both toothbrush and toothpaste, for what he saw in his reflection was not the face that had been familiar to him for the past 15 years. What he saw was a foreign face. A face with high cheek bones, pointed ears and... were they FANGS?! Another change that he failed to notice until shortly after this new appearance, was that his glasses still lay on the shelf in front of him, yet he could still see. Harry took one last look at his reflection before darkness seeped into his vision and, a few seconds later, he was falling.

Harry didn't notice the cracks of raw, untamed magic that snapped around him. He didn't see the tear that appeared in the floor behind him. All he could do was feel his body fall through darkness inside darkness.

End Note: Chapter 1 will hopefully be ready by Sunday 15th April, so look forward to it!