Synopsis: After the death of his parents, Harry is adopted by the immortal Founders of Hogwarts. With their guidance and training, his Hogwarts years go through a terrifying makeover.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor the original plot of this story. I have adopted this from my good friend, demisexualdemigod, as she is currently unable to continue it.

Warnings: Slash in later chapters, violence.

Chapter One: Adoption

"Just who does he think he is?" Salazar raged. "Using my old pseudonym! My old gang! My old ideals!"

The Founders were watching one Tom Riddle Jr attack the house of the Potters. They were in their palace above the skies, dubbed the Celestial Castle, their immortality ensured by the ancient magic of the island the castle sat on. Through the Lake of Lands, they could watch the major events in the present day world play out.

"He is your heir." Rowena reminded the original Slytherin calmly.

"Well... I... I disown his halfblood behind! You hear me, I disown him!" The indignant Pureblood shrieked.

Godric, Rowena, and Helga rolled their eyes at their Slytherin counterpart in exasperation.

"He has no style! No flare! No good looks!" Salazar continued.

"I'd say he's doing well for an amateur," Helga said.

"He is not an amateur!" Salazar snarled.

"Isn't he? Remember, you fell for the 'Old Friend' gamble." Godric sniggered, poking his arm. "First trick in the book!"

"The book wasn't even written back then!" He yelled.

They all laughed and turned back to the lake. Salazar pouted but watched in silence.

Voldemort was in Harry Potter's room now. He cast his spell, cackling with glee. His face morphed into an expression of horror as the spell hit the child, who began crying, then bounced back to hit him.

Godric growled in annoyance. "How dare he harm our heir. How dare he?" He whispered, looking down at the unconscious Lily Potter. The supposed muggleborn was born from two squibs - Godric and Rowena's heirs.

"And my son." Helga sighed sadly, watching James Potter lie with blood trickling from his head, also unconscious. He also had Slytherin blood in him, from Mrs Potter (née Black).

Thanks to a little magic from the founders, the two had survived their ordeal. But with how the roof was blown off and how his magical core was depleted, Harry, it seemed, would not.

"We can't just leave him there, then." Salazar interrupted the sad three. "We are all his ancestors, we ought to go help him."

"That's kidnapping, though!" Godric stressed.

"Abducting, my old friend. We would need to demand a ransom for it to be kidnapping. James and Lily will not be parents fit for him. They will send him to the Dursleys on Dumblebore's orders." Salazar sneered.

They all frowned.

Rowena sighed. "He's right. The child will not learn enough to defeat his enemy properly. Dumbledore will keep him in the dark." She said sagely.

"See! We can not allow him to be taught by that puritanical old coot! He needs us!" Salazar said.

"He is such a sweet child..." Helga said rather agreeably.

"We only take him if we can train him to be a strong man!" Godric said, to the agreement of the girls.

"With enough intelligence to outsmart others." Rowena nodded.

"And the kindness and loyalty necessary to become a strong leader," Helga added.

"But the cunning to still remain a leader," Salazar smirked. "It seems we have a deal." He said with a sly grin.

Helga sighed. "I shall go collect him. I will frighten him the least." She said, glaring at her companions. "Prepare a room for him, please."

With a nod to her companions, Helga whistled to call her familiar. The black unicorn bowed to his mistress, who mounted the stallion silently.

Helga rode down to the mortal world atop her stallion, past the unconscious elder Potters, and to little Harry's room. She stared down at the crying baby for a moment, then scooped him into her arms, rocking him soothingly.

"Somne, veni; tibi Luciolus blanditur ocellis:
somne, veni, venias, blandule somne, veni.
Luciolus tibi dulce canit, somne, optime somne:
somne, veni, venias, blandule somne, veni.
Luciolus vocat in thalamos te, blandule somne,
somnule dulcicule, blandule somnicule,
Ad cunas te Luciolus vocat: huc, age, somne,
somne, veni ad cunas, somne, age, somne, veni.
Accubitum te Luciolus vocat, eia age, somne,
eia age, somne, veni, noctis amice, veni.
Luciolus te ad pulvinum vocat, instat ocellis:
somne, veni, venias, eia age, somne, veni.
Luciolus te in complexum vocat, innuit ipse,
innuit: en venias, en modo, somne veni.
Venisti, bone somne, boni pater alme soporis,
qui curas hominum corporaque aegra levas."

She sang the Latin lullaby softly, smiling as the child fell asleep in her arms, cuddled up to her.

She mounted her familiar once more, riding up to the Celestial Castle upon him, letting the rhythmic bounce of his canter rock the babe for her.

Godric frowned at the child in the bassinet. He still wasn't sure if they had done the same thing. This was abduction! He was the Leader of the Light! He was not supposed to abduct people, especially not infants.

He sighed as the child woke, giggling up at him.

"I am Godric Gryffindor." Godric proclaimed rather stupidly, unsure how to speak to the infant.

"Gork!" Harry grinned. "Gork!"

Godric couldn't help but chuckle, lifting him up. Harry beamed at him happily.

"Godric." He corrected the boy.

"Gork!" The boy repeated, laughing.

Godric smiled down at him. Harry grinned back, making up Godric's mind then. Yes, they had made the right decision