Disclaimer: This is a story where Harry Potter is NOT the good guy. This is from a Slytherin Point Of View and Harry will not win at the end. Flamers go ahead and yell, but this is my story, and if you don't like, then don't read.

Disclaimer 2- I changed the timeline to have Tom Riddle and Lucius Malfoy and James Potter going to school at the same time.

Disclaimer 3- I do not own anything in the Harry Potter universe. Only Tania and her family are my creations.

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Four Slytherin figures made their way silently down to the Entrance Hall and out into the courtyard. They didn't say a word as they filed past their fellow students on the way to Hogsmeade. None were needed. They all knew what they were going to do. It was a strange looking little group, three sixth year guys and a third year girl. The third year was leading the group, and the only strange thing about her was a silver witch's lock that she had dyed streaks of Slytherin green. The green almost matched her eyes.

But no one paid much attention to the little group, which was exactly the way she wanted it. If asked later, none of the students would have been able to state that she and her House-mates had even been there. A simple enough spell, but requiring a lot of energy since it had to affect 2/3 of the student population, not to mention anyone that was around once they made it to Hogsmeade. But she had prepared for this and had given each of her sixth years a small vial containing a potion to reenergize their strength if needed.

The trip to Hogsmeade was uneventful. Once the swarm of students started breaking off into different buildings, the drain become easier. They turned down an almost deserted side alley and continued to the end. She raised a hand to halt them a few feet from a certain door. She faced her group, pulling her wand out of a pocket. They copied her motion.

"Ready?" she asked, quietly. They nodded. She placed her wand into the center of the group and the others put theirs on top of hers.

"Absolute Power." they whispered and broke up. Two returned to the mouth of the alley, one stayed with her. He stationed himself across from the door that was their goal. She gave her group one last look before pushing the door open and entering the darkness beyond.

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Tania Dethart paused at the bottom of the stairs that led to Common Room and surveyed the area. Three sixth years had come in behind her and were wearily collapsing into over-stuffed armchairs by the fire. She smiled. They had preformed better than she had expected.

At their customary table, in the center of Common Room, sat her long time and closest friend, Draco Malfoy. He was copying something from a old, worn book onto a roll of parchment. She strode over and sat down in her seat at the table. He looked up from his book as she did and grinned.

"Well?" he asked, setting down his quill. "How was your trip?" She didn't answer instead called over Draco's shoulder to a second year coming off the stairs from the girls dorms.

"Bethany, be a darling and bring a glass me of that pumpkin juice." Bethany looked over at her and nodded. In a few seconds, Tania was sipping cold pumpkin juice and Draco was mock glaring at her for making him wait. She laughed and set down her juice. She reached inside her robes and pulled out two black books with silver binding. Draco's eyes lit up at the sight and he grinned in anticipation.

"The potion worked perfectly and the spell was flawless. Our sixth years preformed better than expected. No one noticed we were there and the potion made the bookshop owner pliable enough to get the books. No one will ever be able to point this at us." She sighed in contentment Yet another of her plans and potions had worked exactly the way she had intended.

"Of course it worked. You're a genius in Potions. Oh, that reminds me. The Fifth years want to pull something on Hufflepuff tomorrow before the End of Year Feast. I gave them permission. Here's their plan, if you'd like to look it over. It's not brilliant, but not shoddy either." Draco handed her a scroll. She studied it for a few moments, then nodded.

"It's decent. I would have given them my permission, too. I can't believe that it's end of the year already. There is so much we have to get done. If only I had finished the potion earlier, we wouldn't have had to wait until the last Hogsmeade trip to get the books and could have studied them together. Now, I'll have to take them home for the summer. I don't even know if I'll be able to see you this summer."

Draco placed a hand on her arm. "Come on, we talked about this. There was no way to finish the potion earlier and at least we have the books now. We'll send letters each day and spend the summer in our Fathers' libraries. They have books that even the school doesn't. We'll meet in Diagon Alley before beginning of next term and sneak to Knockturn Alley. The summer will pass before you know it and I'm sure my Father will host those summer balls of his and I'll make sure that when he invites your family that he makes a special note for you. That way your Father will have to bring you with or insult my Father. And we have Floo powder to send in the fire."

She nodded. "You're right. I just hate going home." A thread of fear, that she would never show anyone, but Draco, flickered in her eyes for a second.

He squeezed her arm in sympathy. "It will be over before you know it." he repeated.

"Of course. Now, let's look at these as much as possible before we have to leave for the summer." The two of them bent over the table and no one dared to disturb them.

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The train ride back to the London was uneventful. She, Draco, Crabbe, and Goyle had shared a compartment and she and Draco had talked freely. Not only were Crabbe and Goyle loyal to Draco and her, but they were really too stupid to understand what they were talking about.

Too soon the train pulled into the station, and they began to disembark, now dressed in their 'normal' clothes. For her and Draco, they weren't that much different than their school robes. Only the Muggle students and some half-bloods looked different. The only thing that was obviously not a school uniform was their blazers.

They were green and silver, with a coiled serpent on the back. The Slytherin crest was embroidered on the left breast with the word "Slytherin" underneath. Below that was their names. Draco had one more word under his name, "Seeker" since that was his position on the Quidditch team. They stepped off the train and into the crowd of students and parents. She bumped into Draco as he stopped suddenly in front of her.

"What's the matter?" she touched his shoulder and felt tension.

"My parents are here." he said, quietly. Tania looked around and saw two people that had to be Draco's parents. The man had the same white-blond hair, and the woman next to him had Draco's eyes. They wore the arrogant expression that her family did. The one she and Draco wore outside Common Room. She and Draco walked over.

"Draco." his mother said, hugging him.

"Hello, Mother." he said, enduring the hug for a few moments, before pulling back. He nodded to his Father.

"Hello, Father." Lucius Malfoy nodded to his son. He looked over at her and frowned for a moment, then looked at Draco.

"And who is your friend, Draco?" he asked, a subtle reproach in his voice that Draco had forgotten to introduce her already. Draco turned to her.

"Tania this is my Mother Narcissa Black Malfoy and my father Lucius Malfoy. Mother, Father, may I present Tania Dethart." Tania nodded to them.

"I am honored to meet you both." she said, politely. Mrs. Malfoy smiled and nodded back. Draco's Father raised an eyebrow.

"Dethart? Your Father is Kent Dethart, correct?" she nodded. "The Detharts and the Malfoys have always been allies. It is good to see that continue. Come Draco. Good day, Ms Dethart." Lucius swept off.

"Good Day, Mr. Malfoy." she said and looked at Draco. He pulled her into a hug.

"It's only three months," he whispered. "Send me an owl when you get home." She nodded and stepped back. She watched as Draco and his mother stepped through the barrier to take them back to the Muggle World. She turned and saw a servant had already collected her things. Her brothers, Hunter and Falon, were already waiting. She joined them.

"Let's get going." she said, resigned. They stepped through the barrier. Something was spinning and she fell into darkness.

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The darkness grew lighter and she was aware that she had a body and it was lying down.

"She's waking up." a voice said. There were footsteps and another voice.

"You sent for me, Headmaster?"

The first voice spoke again. "Yes, Tom. I believe you will be needed for this. Tell me, there is an extra bed in the girls dorm correct?" She opened her eyes a crack, fighting not to cry out as the light poured in. She could make out two figures. One was an old man, with grey hair and beard. The other was a younger guy. He was wearing black robes with green and silver around the neck and on a crest on the left breast of his robe. He frowned.

"Yes, Headmaster, there is an empty bed in the girls dorm. May I ask why you wish to know?" This was the second voice she had heard. The old man pointed to her.

"Who she is and where she comes from, I do not know, but she wears Slytherin colors on her jacket." That was the first voice. "You may open your eyes fully, child. You are safe here." He spoke kindly. She opened her eyes and blinked against the light. She sat up and her hair fell into her face. She absently flicked it back over her ear.

"Who are you? Where am I?" she asked. The old man answered.

"I am Headmaster Dippet of Hogwarts School. This is Tom Riddle, a Prefect of Slytherin. You are in the Hospital Wing of Hogwarts. We found you collapsed outside in the courtyard. Who are you child? I know you are not a Slytherin, yet you wear their colors. How did you come to be at Hogwarts?"

She opened her mouth to speak a scathing retort, but her mind was blank. She frowned, trying to remember...something...anything. Potions...potion lists and ingredients came back to her. Facts about the Dark Arts and spells for Charms filled her mind.

"I...I don't know. I don't remember. I know potions and charms, but I don't remember how I got here. Wait! I, um, my name, is T.." she thought hard, it was right there. Her head started throbbing. "Tania. My name is Tania." she said, closing her eyes against the pain.

She felt a hand on her shoulder and looked up into the Prefect's face. Tom, right? He smiled gently and she felt a little batter. He held out a goblet.

"Here, this will help with the pain, Tania." he said. She liked the way he said her name. She downed the liquid and the pain started to recede. She smiled at him.

"Thank you, Tom." she replied. She looked at the Headmaster. "What's going to happen to me?" she asked.

He smiled. "Until we figure out who you are or your memories return, the only thing we know is that you have ties to Slytherin. For now, you may stay with that House and go to classes with your year. Your pocket had the results from a third year final, so I will have you study with the Fourth Years. Tom will make sure you are alright. I will leave you in his capable hands. If you need assistance, do not hesitate to ask." The Headmaster left.

She looked at Tom. "I'm sorry you got stuck with me."

He smiled. "Don't worry, I don't mind. Can you stand?" She shrugged and swung her legs over the side of the bed. She slowly put her weight on her feet and stood. She grinned at Tom, then swayed and reached out for the bed.

Strong arms caught her and pulled her back to standing. She looked up and saw Tom. He laughed softly.

"Perhaps you'd better let me help you." he said. She blushed and nodded. He slid an arm around her waist and led her out of the Hospital Wing and toward the Slytherin Common Room.