Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters in it. I am merely borrowing J.K Rowling's brilliant characters and backdrop.
Godric gave his best friend a hard shove. "You prat," the red haired teen laughed.
"I'm not a prat," denied his dark haired comrade promptly shoving Godric back.
"Are you boys behaving?" Helga called from where she and Rowena were lounging on the grass sipping their apple cider.
"Of course we are. When have you known us not to?" Salazar teased his emerald eyes sparkling mirthfully.
"Come on let's swim, Sal."
"It's October, Godric. I'm not going swimming," Salazar drawled exasperatedly.
"Please, Sal," Godric begged.
Before Salazar had a chance to reply a patronus came bounding up to them.
"Witch burning in the center of London. Come quick," the voice of one of their informants resounded through the patronus.
"Can you boys handle it?" Rowena asked.
"Course, we'll be back in a jiffy," Godric promised.
The two boys disappeared with a quiet pop leaving the girls to anxiously await their return.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione along with the rest of the Wesley clan and Sirius had spent the morning cleaning Number 12 Grimmauld Place. The entire house was coated with grim and dust, built up over a decade and a half of vacancy. Harry, Ron, and a reluctant Hermione were now exploring the ancient house.
"I wonder what's in there," Ron remarked curiously approaching a closed door.
"It's locked," Harry announced after trying the handle.
"Then we should probably leave it alone," Hermione interjected, but her curiosity was piqued as well.
Harry uttered the incantation, "Alohomora," and the door creaked open.
The three Gryffindors crept across the room peering around as they went.
"Look it's a time turner," Hermione cried pointing at a desk in the back corner of the room.
Harry led the way over to the time turner and thoughtlessly picked it up.
There was a loud whirring sound and a blinding white light erupted from the object encompassing the three teens. There was a jerk on Harry's naval as he was wrenched off his feet and flung forward. It felt rather like being transported by a portkey.
The golden trio were slammed roughly to the ground.
"Witches!" Harry heard someone scream before he could even gather his bearings.
They were standing on a cobble street, Romanesque style town houses surrounding them. The men were dressed in cotton trousers and button up shirts and the women cotton dresses.
The man who had yelled witches was still pointing an accusatory figure at Harry and his friends. The other muggles too were beginning to eye them suspiciously.
"They appeared out a thin air, I tell ya," the man growled.
To Harry's horror the others began to nod and advance on the three of them clutching knifes and pitchforks.
"This is bad," Ron muttered.
"You think, Ronald?" Hermione snapped sarcastically, drawing her wand.
Harry and Ron mimicked her drawing their own wands.
"On three," Harry said, "One, two, three."
"Stupefy," the three cried in unison a stream of red light erupting from each of their wands.
This action, though, only seemed to infuriate the growing crowd who now began to chant, "Burn, burn, let the filthy witches burn?"
They managed to hold out all of three minutes against the vicious massive mob of muggles. First, Hermione was knocked out by a large rock chucked at her by one of the muggles. Soon after both Harry and Ron had their wands wrenched out of their hands leaving them near helpless. Before the three children, who had faced one of the most powerful wizards of all time and survived, knew it they were being tied to a post inside a stone circle by muggles.
Harry watched in horror as the muggles gathered sticks and began to arrange them around him, Ron and Hermione. They were going to burn them alive Harry realized. He had survived the Dursley's, a mountain troll, a dragon, a basilisk, and Voldemort numerous times among other things only to die in some backwards place at the hands of extremist muggles.
"Harry?" Ron whimpered next to him and Harry found that he was glad that Hermione was unconscious for this.
"Now you witches are gonna burn just like you oughta," growled the leader approaching the pile of sticks clutching a piece of flint, some tinder, and piece of steel. The man sharply struck the steel against the flint and within seconds had a flame. He tossed it into the pile of sticks and they caught fire.
Harry could feel the heat of the flames on his legs and could smell the smoke billowing up around them.
"Burn, burn, burn, burn." Their chants echoed in Harry's ears.
Just as Harry was surrendering himself to his fate the ring leader fell to his knees choking on blood. Harry watched in awe as the muggles began to fall and others ran away screaming seemingly out of nowhere as Harry could see no people doing the deeds.
The ropes binding Harry's wrists were cut and he felt a hand, a hand that he could not see, curl around his arm.
"Get my friends first," Harry ordered looking in the general vicinity he thought their invisible savior was. Harry got no response. The next thing he knew, everything went black; he was being pressed very hard from all directions; he could not breathe, there were iron bands tightening around his chest; his eyeballs were being forced back into his head; his eardrums were being pushed deeper into his skull and then it all stopped. Harry was back on his feet and beside him was a raven haired teen who oddly looked very much like Harry did. He had the same dark hair, emerald eyes and slim build. The other boy, however, was slightly taller than Harry and did not wear glasses. The other teen apparently hadn't only side-along-aparated Harry, but Hermione and Ron as well. Ron stood staring dazedly around them, ashen faced, and Hermione was still unconscious.
"I'm going to go back and help Godric," the teen said and it took Harry a moment to realize that he was talking to two teenage girls who were rushing up to them.
"No need," a cheery voice called from behind them.
Harry and Ron whirled around to see a red haired blue eyed boy approaching them.
"I got your wands," he grinned waving Harry and his friends' wands around.
"Th-thanks," Harry stammered still in shock.
"Harry?" Ron whispered tugging on Harry's sleeve.
"What?"
"Look where we are."
Harry, having been too distracted by the four teens that had saved their lives, hadn't yet taken a look around, but now that he did he found he recognized the lack, grassy field, and forest that surrounded them. Slowly Harry turned his head knowing that he would see Hogwart's castle there, yet still surprised when it was.
A moaning sound grabbed Harry's attention and he immediately fell to his knees beside Hermione who was beginning to wake.
'I know you're worried about your friend, but please let me see to her," the blonde girl requested gently and Harry nodded taking a step back dragging Ron with him.
"Helga's a brilliant healer," the brunet girl informed them reassuringly.
"Your hurt Sal," Harry heard the red haired boy saying to the dark haired one.
"It's just a scratch Ricky," the other boy replied waving off the other's concern.
If by scratch you meant a six inch long knife wound that was bleeding profusely then it was a scratch Harry thought as he glimpsed the other raven haired boy's wound.
"You know better Sal," the blonde lectured glancing up from her work, "Let Ricky take a look at it and if need be I'll look at it after I finish with her."
Harry watched in mild amusement as the red haired boy grinned triumphantly at his disgruntled comrade.
"So Sally, you going to unbutton your shirt or am I going to have to?"
The smaller boy huffed and began to unbutton his shirt.
"What's going on?" Hermione whimpered tearing Harry's attention away from the two boys.
"Mione," Harry and Ron cried in relief.
"What happened?" Hermione asked blinking confusedly.
"I'm not really sure, but I think we were about to be burned at the stake when those two," Harry began nodding the two teens who had saved them, "saved us and she" he nodded at the blonde girl, 'healed you."
"Where are we?"
"Take a look around," Harry chuckled dryly.
Hermione's eyes widened as she too realized where they were.
"This is impossible, how…"
"The time turner," Harry said suddenly.
"You can only go back twenty four hours with a time turner besides we didn't turn it," Hermione countered.
"The Blacks are a pretty powerful wizarding family and insane. Maybe one of them messed with," Ron suggested.
"A time turner?" interrupted the brunet curiously.
"Err, yes," Harry confirmed.
"So you're from the future," exclaimed the red haired teen excitedly.
"Perhaps, but how do we know they are telling the truth?" drawled the boy they called Sal.
"Always the doubter, eh, Sal?"
"Well someone has to if the rest of you are going to foolishly believe everything that comes out of strangers mouths," Sal sneered condescendingly.
"And how would you suggest we prove that we are telling the truth?" Harry demanded.
The boy smirked and drew his wand.
"No," the brunet exclaimed.
"Come on Row, it's the simplest way," Sal sighed exasperatedly.
"It's impolite, undignified, and an invasion of privacy."
As the brunet lectured the boy who wanted to do something to Harry and his friends with his wand, the red head laughed.
Once the girl finished her tirade the boy who was still laughing spoke up. "We all know how deeply you disapprove of legilimency Row, but Sal is right it is the easiest way."
They then turned to their fourth.
"I agree as long they have no opposition."
"What are you doing to do to us?" Harry demanded.
"It won't hurt," Sal reassured them.
"Legilimens," he cried and Harry felt a small tingle and then memories were rushing by so fast he only caught glimpses of their content. Then it was over.
"They are telling the truth."
"Excellent, how about we make some formal introductions and then discuss this time travel business?" the blue eyed boy proposed.
"Harry Potter," Harry introduced, "and these are my friends Ron Wesley and Hermione Granger."
"Godric Gryffindor," beamed the red haired boy extending a hand.
"Salazar Slytherin."
"But we call him Sally," interjected Godric grinning evilly.
"No, we don't," Sal protested.
"Helga Hufflepuff," the blonde girl said smiling at them.
"And I'm Rowena Ravenclaw," finished the brunet.
The golden trio gawked at the founders or currently they were more likely the future founders of Hogwarts. There was a part of Harry that had already known who the four were – the location and the nicknames, but he hadn't quite allowed himself to believe it until now.