So I have noticed that there are several stories about Harry going back in time to the founders but very few stories about the founders coming forward in time unless they are reincarnated into the modern characters. I got the idea for this story the other day and decided to give it a shot. I hope you enjoy.

Ladythik

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot.

Warning: Foul language and graphic situations not suitable for anyone under the age of sixteen. Story will be male/male slash and possible mpreg. Don't say I didn't warn you.

Chapter One

Godric sighed as he looked out over the school grounds. On the battlements just below him Thrill, his huge crimson dragon, rested out in the sun. He smiled fondly at Thrill, who had been with him since before he even met his two best human friends when he was sixteen. He had known his sister Rowena all his life so she didn't count. Her dragon, Morrigan, had bonded with her when she was thirteen and he had been only ten.

He was enjoying himself relaxing out in the fall evening air, just waiting for Ro' or Azar to come find him. Ro' had been taken by a vision earlier in the day and when she had come back to herself she had rushed away to Morrigan muttering about have to find a solution. He knew she would call for them when she was ready to share, his older sister had always come to them once she had things figured out in her own mind.

He smiled to himself as he looked down on the grounds and saw Helga riding Mahogany out of the orchard. She had gone into the fledgling forest to help the Centaurs with setting up their own gardens for their herbs and had been gone almost a fort night. With her dragon there it made it easy to burn away the area they needed for the garden. He chuckled when he thought of how only Helga could bond with a dragon as sweet as she was.

He turned and headed back into the castle, if he hurried he could make it to the entrance doors before she made her way to the castle. He hurried down the spiraled stairs of the tower to the battlements on the seventh floor waking Thrill as he passed. The dragon just flicked his massive tail at him in annoyance and laid back down to sleep. The castle felt his joy and mischief and he could feel her helping smooth his path.

When they had begun building the magnificent structure they had pushed their own magic into every stone they used. That along with numerous spells to have moving staircases and hidden doors had helped give the castle a small bit of sentience. He knew that as long as young wizards and witches came to the castle and fed her magic she would grow more and more aware. Azar thought she would be mostly alive within a hundred years if no one tried to prevent it.

He sent a wave of giddy magic at the castle as he slid down the banister of one of the staircases and ducked into a secret passageway that would let him out on the second floor. He had to dodge Rowena's daughter Helana, barely missing being seen by the eleven year old girl as he went. If she saw him she would go strait to her mother and rat him out. The child had no sense of humor and was constantly ratting him, 'Azar, Thrill and Warrior out when they were not acting with propriety. Warrior was Azar's dragon.

'Azar had threatened to hang her from the battlements the next time she snitched on them but Godric doubted it would stop her. He was pleased to see Azar already waiting on him as he finally made it to the ground floor. His best friend and blood brother was already stringing up a bucket full of something purple and slimy.

Even though they were both twenty four, they both still enjoyed pranks and jokes. Everyone always blamed it on him but in reality Salazar, better known as Azar, was the mastermind behind must of what they did, he was just sneaky enough not to get caught most of the time. He, Salazar, Rowena and Helga were all still young and even thought they were teachers of young and impressionable minds, they were also all warriors and parents and jokers.

Granted Azar's children had only been born out of a sense of duty for him to have an heir and they lived with their mother and her family, but still he was counted as a parent as he sent funds to care for them and gifts for yule and they days of birth. Too bad that the boys would likely be raised as bigots instead of how Azar wanted them raised. He knew that Azar had not ever wanted to wed and had only done so to sire an heir. His best friends darkest secret was that he held no attraction for the fairer sex at all. Azar's wife had left him when, after the birth of their second son, he just couldn't bring himself to bed the wench anymore. Granted with as much hate and vitriol as she spewed on a normal basis Godric wouldn't have been able to bring himself to bed her either.

He ignored his wondering for a few minutes to help Azar finish setting up the prank. This was truly brilliant. They knew Helga would check for spells and magical residue but she wouldn't think to check beyond that so a simple pail above the great doors and once she opened them the pail would fall. It was genius.

It didn't take long for Helga to arrive and they could feel the wash of her magic as she scanned, trying to figure out what they had done. She knew them well enough to know that they would have done something to welcome her back. After several scans they stood and watched gleefully, leaning on each other and snickering, as she opened the great doors and took a small step forward. She had just enough time to catch a glimpse of their mirthful faces before she was drenched in deep purple slime from one of Azar's ingredient cupboards.

Godric couldn't hold it in anymore and he fell to the floor in laughter at the shock on her face. Azar was barely standing, using the wall as support while he was having trouble breathing as he was laughing so hard. Helga just stood there in shock, glaring at them for this latest prank. Godric couldn't help but think that if he could keep things this happy for the rest of his life he would.

Late the next morning the three were sitting up on the battlements with the dragons waiting on Rowena. She had called for them after they had morning meal, saying that she had urgent news, so now here they sat, waiting. He hated waiting. Soon enough Rowena joined them out in the morning air and began setting up extensive wards. He watched in slight shock as the willowy raven haired witch worked as if possessed. He had no idea what had gotten into her, but for some reason his older sister was terrified.

He moved to her side and after Helga had taken her wand he led Ro' over to Morrigan, lowering her onto the dragons front leg to sit.

"Ro'" Helga questioned softly. She leaned weakly against Mahogany, knowing that what ever had upset her best friend this much couldn't be good.

Rowena looked at Morrigan imploringly before turning to them and speaking in Dragon tongue so that only the eight of them could understand. Dragon Tongue was something that only dragons and riders could understand. No amount of study could teach it to someone, like parseltongue it was something you had to be born with, but unlike the language of the snakes, it wasn't a family trait. No Dragon Tongue was only born to Riders, those rare few wizards who were destined to bond with a dragon.

Riders were so rare that there were only three or four born a millennium. That all four of them this millennium not only knew each other, but had been from the same area had shocked the older riders who had come to help them learn what they needed to know when they had each bonded with their dragons. They had been invited to join the other riders, all thirteen of them, in the dragon colony in Shangri La, but they had declined for the time being, deciding instead to build a school for other wizards and witches to learn together instead of only those of noble blood learning by being apprenticed.

After all, they would never age past twenty-five until their dragons died in several thousand years, so why not spend most of the next forever helping young minds and traveling the world together. They knew they could always go to the colony but they hadn't planned to for several hundred years. But listening to Rowena now as she told them her vision of the end of magic if they stayed their course, they all knew they would have to abandon their plans.

Ro' spoke of Azar's heir in the distant future, his, and indeed the general worlds, beliefs about their individual opinions on magic having been twisted and perverted to be something that was not true. The false heir from Azar's younger son would become great and terrible in his power until he attacked the heir of Godric, the first of the next generation of riders, and more importantly, Azar's mate.

She spoke of them leaving their home of Hogwarts, to hide away in the land of the immortals in Shangri La, necessary she said, so that the world could grow. His heir and Azar's mate would learn of his ability when he was fourteen and that summer, would meet and bond with his dragon, triggering the other riders and their dragons. Once the boy had bonded with his dragon they could announce the truth to the magical world, and help set it to rights. They would help Hadrian, the boy, and the other riders understand their destiny and train them for war.

"But why can't we just stay here at the school?" Azar questioned. He, more than anyone, saw the castle as home due to never having a good home before they banded together. He would certainly take this the hardest.

"Because then your mate will never be born, never face his destiny. I tried to see what would come of that it the outcome of us staying is so much worse than we could even imagine. If we stay people will come to us for all their problems, we will never find the peace we want for our school. No, it is best this way, this way our world will have a chance to grow. Granted they will also become ignorant and dependent, but that can be fixed once we come back out into the public world. Besides, not only your mate will be found by us leaving. Godric's mate will be with your mate, here at Hogwarts, but mine and Helga's mates are in Shangri La, they didn't come with Brandt and the others to train us, so we need to go to them." she finished sadly, looking out over the grounds of the castle that they all loved.

Salazar nodded sadly, leaning against Warrior who was sending his love and comfort out to them all, reminding them that they wouldn't be alone in this, their dragons would be with them. Godric took up a similar pose, climbing up to lounge Thrill's neck and hug the massive dragon as best he was able, which considering the fact that dragons were normally five times the height of a human man and larger than a muggle elephant, was not very easy.

They sat and planned for the rest of the day. Since they wouldn't age they knew it wouldn't matter when they departed but they knew thanks to Rowena's vision that Azar would go first. In ten years Azar would go to prepare their homes in the imortals land. Helga would follow in two years, once her youngest daughter was old enough to be wed. Rowena would go after Helena took her Daidum, which she was upset over but she had two so it wasn't to big of a deal, and Godric, would be the last to leave once he was certain the next headmaster understood his duties.

Ten years later Azar stood in the entrance hall, Warrior waiting for him out on the lawn as he said goodbye to his best human friends. He was jokingly angry with Godric for getting to stay at the school for so much longer than he was going to get to and stated that only the pure should be there. He meant the pure love he had for the school but others heard what they wanted in the words. That false anger, which the other three knew was a joke, was taken by some of the students as a huge fight. The true story was twisted, playing him as an outcast.

When Helga was saddened, missing her friend and withdrawing into herself in her hurt, others took it as trouble between the three friends left at the school. Once Helga's youngest daughter had wed her intended at the age of sixteen, Helga quietly packed and departed the school. Off to see Azar and to finally meet her intended mate.

Two years later, Helena, who Godric still couldn't stand, stole her mothers diadem and ran. Rowena sadly packed her belongings and left the school. Honestly, due to her own ignorant belief in her own superiority and her continued refusal to wed with his friend , Baron Marcus Sterling, she would never find happiness. Marcus loved the girl and would have gladly given her anything her selfish heart desired, but she was vain and wanted someone closer to her own age. Honestly Marcus was only thirty, just eleven years older than her own age of nineteen. She was considered an old maid.

Once they two of them had returned to the school as ghosts, he had found his replacement and quietly begun settling his affairs. He erased all mention in written lore about them being riders. He knew if it was known then they would be searched for. He let it be known to the sorting hat that they would return one day and he worked the necessary enchantments into the very wards so that they would reset once the founders returned home. Ro' had warned him of the curses and other wards that would be laid on the school, that would weaken the wards and eventually bring them down unless they had a reset that could be triggered by the Founders themselves.

He waited until the students were gone during the yule break and he finished his packing and with one last look at his home for the last twenty years and he walked out the doors to join his friends. Rumors would fly saying he had gone to battle or Salazar had come back for revenge. No one but the castle and the sorting hat knew the truth and they didn't tell anyone, knowing that their masters would return one day.

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