Heirs of Slytherin
So, I don't own Harry Potter...Damn.
Summary: What if the Steward lineage had continued? What if there were more Slytherin heirs in America? What if they came to England after learning about their distant cousins return?
July, 1995
Jim Steward isn't shocked to learn that his distant cousin, Tom Riddle or as he prefers to be called, Lord Voldemort, had returned to the land of the living. Nor is he shocked to find Albus Dumbledore, a man whom he had known for years, as had his father and grandfather, in his private office inside his home.
"Albus," Jim says as he acknowledged the man in front of him. Dumbledore gave the heir of Slytherin a polite nod as he looked at the photos Jim had nailed to his wall. It featured photos of Jim's wife and kids, as well as his brothers and sister.
"How's Diana?" Dumbledore asks, talking about Jim's wife of many years. He was looking at a photo of her, her black hair and brown eyes were in contrast to Jim's dark blond hair and blue eyes.
"She's good," Jim said, looking at the photo. He found himself then looking at the photo of his three kids, sons Peter, Rory, and daughter Riley. Peter was 15 and Riley and Rory 11. Peter had brown hair and eyes, while Rory had brown hair and blue eyes and Riley had blonde hair and blue eyes.
"So the rumors are true," Jim said as he tore his eyes away from the picture of his children.
Dumbledore sighed. "Unfortunately. I'm surprised that you believe it."
"It's too insane to believe that it's not," Jim says as he looks at an older photo. It's of him and his siblings from 16 years ago. His brothers Matt, Dean and Peter were there, as was his sister Joy. Matt had been his twin, not identical but fraternal. Both Matt and Peter were dead though, murdered not long after that photo had been taken. Dean and Joy were alive though, they both had families of their own. "Is there anything you need from me?"
Dumbledore frowned. "If it's not too much to ask, James."
"Ask away."
"It involves leaving the country for a few months. Would Diana be upset by the idea of her children not attending Ilvermorny?"
Jim frowned. "If anything, that question should be directed towards not only my wife but myself as well. There's never been a Steward who hasn't attended Ilvermorny." He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "Tradition can be damned for a couple of months though."
Harry was seen inside Grimmauld Place. He was angered over the fact that he had been kept in the dark about the Order of the Phoenix.
He was entering the kitchen for breakfast when he heard the Order arguing amongst themselves over something. Ron and Hermione were close behind him, arguing about the house-elf that lived here.
"Dumbledore should of at least warned us about the Americans," Mrs. Weasley said as she moved around the kitchen, setting everything up for dinner.
"You mean Slytherins?" Sirius said with a scoff. That made Harry stop in his tracks. Slytherins? "They may not have the Slytherin name, but that doesn't change the fact that they're carrying his blood."
Harry looked back at his friends, who had also heard the discussion between the Order members.
"How are we going to tell Harry?" Tonks asked. "He has a right to know after all. Especially since some of them are coming to Hogwarts this year."
A look of anger crossed Harry's face as he entered. "Considering I just heard everything, you don't have to tell me anything. Nothing new there."
"Harry, we only found last night," Lupin said, sighing.
"When are they coming?"
"As far as we know, in a few hours."
"Bloody Hell," Ron said as he shook his head in disgust. "Are they really Slytherins?"
Lupin nodded with a scowl on his face. "Slytherin had a descendant who made her way to America back when the country was still apart of England. According to Dumbledore, he's known at least five different generations of them. He says we can trust them, so that has to mean something."
Harry was skeptical about this. Trusting a bunch of Slytherins descendants? That was like having complete trust in Voldemort, Merlin, it was probably the same thing.
"How did he meet them?" Hermione questioned. "The Slytherins?"
"Steward actually, their surname is Steward," Lupin said, frowning. "And from what Dumbledore told us, he met the Stewards during the 1920's."
"Five generations?" Hermione asked. "How could he have known them since the 1920's then?"
"I'm not sure, to be honest, but then again the oldest Steward could have been quite old when he met them."
Dumbledore had dropped the Stewards off by the time dinner was finished, only the Order wasn't aware of that.
Jim, his wife, and their children were inside 12 Grimmauld Place. They were led into the drawing room, where a large tapestry of the Black family tree laid on the walls. It didn't take long for Jim to find his great-great-grandfather, M. P. Black. To Jim's surprise, the man hadn't been blasted off of the family tree, as other members had been. M. P. Black, after all, had married a woman who was notorious for her family's history of marrying no-majes.
"Honestly, they're probably a bunch of dark wizards," Jim heard off in this distance. He scowled, knowing that they were talking about his family. "I trust Dumbledore, but that doesn't mean I'm going to trust the Slytherins."
"Steward," someone had corrected.
"I bet they're with You-Know-Who," another voice said, sounding disgusted. "We can't trust any of them. They're Slytherins. Take a look at the ones who are in his house, for Merlin's sake! These ones are bound to be even eviler than the ones at Hogwarts."
Jim scowled at this. He looked down at his youngest son, Rory, who happened to be his youngest child. "Rors." The boy looked up at his father, his blue eyes wide. "You and Riley go and meet our lovely hosts. Show them what an evil Slytherin looks like, yeah?"
Jim's two youngest children only look at each other before looking at their father and abruptly ran out of the room.
Diana, Jim's wife, glared at her husband. "You really are a damn Slytherin, James Steward."
Jim shrugged, a manipulative but charming smirk crossing his face. "They want to know what a Slytherin's like. What better way than to show them two?"
As Ron continued on with ranting, the door swung opened, revealing two kids who couldn't have been over 11-years-old. One was a boy with brown hair and blue eyes, which were hidden by horned rimmed glasses. The other child was a girl with blonde hair and blue eyes. Judging by the fact that they looked like they both were about to start crying, they clearly had heard most, if not all of Ron's harsh words. It made them look younger than what they possibly were.
A majority of the Order, as well as Harry and Hermione, could see the two kids and everyone instantly paled.
"Ronald," Mrs. Weasley said as she stared down at the two children in shock.
"Seriously though, I bet they all can talk to bloody snakes!" Ron continued on, ignoring his mother. "I bet they've already-
"Ronald Bilius Weasley!"
Scowling at his mother, Ron saw that she, nor anyone else was actually looking at him, but behind. Turning around, he saw the two children and his face instantly turned red.
His mouth wide opened, it looked as though Ron was about to start speaking, but a man with dark blond hair and blue eyes beat him to it as he entered the kitchen.
"If that's the best you've got, kid, please continue," the man drawled out as he leaned against the doorway.
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