Hogwarts, Estd. 920 AD

There are several warnings I must impart to you. First off, if you want historical accuracy, I can recommend several very interesting research articles on the Internet. The aim of this piece of fanfic is to have fun and satisfy the muses that dance through my brain. And despite the fact that it is a impossible for someone from the future to understand speech in the 10th Century AD, he will.

This story will contain a lot of innuendo, and at the least, implied slash. Nothing explicit, but if this isnt your cup of tea... This story will also have relatively short chapters, compared with most of the other writers out there. It will have a bit of everything, there will be serious bits, but there will be humour as well. Its an experiment.

And, in the grand tradition of fanfiction authors everywhere and everywhen, I crave feedback. Appease me. Now.

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Hogwarts, Estd. 920 AD

Prologue

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This is a story about love.

No, not the mushy, pink-hearts, will-you-be-my-valentine kind. More like the jealousy-inducing, gut-wrenching, turmoil filled love that changes civilisations. After going through one such experience, most people generally agree that eating an extremely large lunch and going on the rollercoaster ride to hell can achieve most of the same effects. Except, of course, for the sex. Which is why people continue to go through the 99.9% of shit.

That, and nothing else, is the basic reason for most great events in history. Sex. Until everyone in the room understands this particular Fact Of Life, this story will make absolutely no sense.

But this isn't a story about sex. [Well, not completely, anyway]

It's more like a story of what happens when love meets lust in the middle of a Historic Event and they decide they like each other's company; and a git from the future manages to royally screw up the timeline.

But of course, that doesn't include the more interesting bits...such as what exactly is it that Salazar does in his Chamber of Secrets? And is Gryffindor's sword really as long as it's rumoured to be? And is Helga a natural redhead? Well, maybe not the latter. Everyone knows that the only way you can have hair that particular shade of red is through liberal application of 'Fiery Hair in Five Easy Incantations!' or, in more extreme cases, by being a Weasley, which Helga is most decidedly not.

There is also pain.

Fire breathing, scintillating, devouring pain that walks hand in hand with love. The kind of pain that you don't want to escape because the brief periods between the hurt are like finding that last piece of chocolate between the empty wrappers. The pain comes from the darkness that lies behind the comedy, behind the flesh and bone to the souls forged in fire and blood. This is the pain that God felt when man turned against him, this is the pain that he cursed on man ever since that time, this is a pain that has a life of it's own and uses hearts merely as tools. This is betrayal and longing and fear and love and frustration and pride and hope and hatred mixed into an indescribable poison....

So all in all, this is a story about life...and the temporal plumbing system.

Funnily enough, the two get intertwined a lot more often than a person would think.