AN: Here is my first attempt at a Harry Potter Fanfic. Enjoy.
Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore Strode down the halls of the Ministry of Magic. His purpose was clear. To make sure that the person who betrayed Lily and James Potter rotted in Azkaban for eternity. Sirius Black had convinced the world that he had renounced his families ties to the darkness, and deceived even Dumbledore into believing that he was best friends with James Potter. Yet as soon as Voldemort had called, Sirius had shown his true colors and betrayed his friends. Now it was his job to make sure that Harry stayed safe and was placed in a loving and caring home. The Farther away from the magical world, and from Sirius Black, the better the home would be, at least in his mind.
Sirius Black sat in his cell in Azkaban, watching the Dementors as they floated past. The wonderful thing about being an Animagus was that the Dementors fed off of Human emotions, and didn't bother with the dog in the cell, nor did the lack of a person bother the spectral beings. So he sat in his cell, and he waited for the day when he would finally get revenge on the traitors who locked him away in this cell. But first, he needed to get out, and find Harry Potter. There was so many things they needed to discuss. As soon as Dumbledore realized what had happened, he would surely get Sirius out of jail, and start the search for the true traitor to the Potters. He glanced over at his cousin Bellatrix, grimacing as she screamed profanities against the ministry and against Harry Potter.
Lucius Malfoy was extremely nervous as he stood inside courtroom 10 of the ministry of magic. He was about to go on trial for crimes against the Wizarding World as a Death Eater in service of Lord Voldemort. Of course, he had bribed the right people and faked enough tests to know that he should be cleared of all charges. This included casting an Imperious curse on himself so that it showed up on the diagnostic performed when he collapsed. If Fudge came through for him, he would be home in time for dinner. If not, He would be staying in a cell for a very long time. Either way, Lucius knew he had some difficult decisions ahead. Was his master really all-powerful, if an infant could defeated him. Should he declare his support of the boy, even if his master might return? Lucius was pondering these answers all through his trial. And once he was cleared, he went home, and, without a word to anyone, went into his personal study and pulled out all of the books on the Malfoy family tree. After double checking everything, Lucius Malfoy, head of house Malfoy, one of the most powerful Wizarding families in Great Britain, collapsed into his chair. What he had just discovered was going to rock the Wizarding world for years to come.
Roxanne Greengrass anxiously waited for her husband to return from Godric's Hollow. He was one of the Aurors dispatched there when reports of the attack on the Potter residence began circling. While Daphne was asleep, Roxanne began to pace, hoping her friends were alright. She stopped, then started to move with a purpose. "Ditty, Filly." The two house elves apparated in, answering their mistresses call. "Go and prepare the guest bedroom, and add crib to the room. We may have guests within the hour." The two elves bowed their heads, and with a snap, vanished from the room to do her bidding. Roxanne returned to the floo room and stared at the flames, waiting and praying her friends were okay.
After several hours, the fire burned green and Cyrus Greengrass stepped through. Roxanne jumped to her feet and rushed to her husband. The look of despair on his face told her everything. "The Potters are dead. James and Lily both." Roxanne covered her mouth with her hand and backed away, not believing her ears. After a minute, she had calmed herself to ask the one important question. "What about Harry?" Cyrus heard the shock and grief in her voice. He looked at her with a sad grin on his face. "He survived." He said with conviction. "Hagrid currently has him staying with Remus, and his fate is to be determined tomorrow at a hearing. We, along with the Malfoys and Dumbledore are to make a case over who should get the boy. Dumbledore believes that he should go to his relatives. Muggles, who have no love for magic. The Malfoys have a claim by relation, but we have claim through the will. Minerva McGonagall also has a claim, but she may not due to her teaching at Hogwarts. The meeting is at 3 tomorrow afternoon in courtroom 10." Roxanne shook her head. "Malfoy can not get him, otherwise, who knows what may happen to him."
The Dursley's prided themselves on being perfectly normal individuals. With a perfectly normal house, and a perfect child. Yet for some reason, a group of people who were not perfectly normal were standing outside of their house. Well, not standing outside of their house exactly, more like across the street. They weren't talking, or moving much, but they were wearing the most hideous black robes, and a weird silver mask. Petunia Dursley, self-proclaimed best interior decorator, stared out of the front room window, watching the strange people. "Vernon, they still haven't moved. What should we do?" Vernon Dursley, a very large man standing at 5'9 and almost 15 stones, was not a muscular man at all, but a very round one. His favorite workout was shifting on the couch to find a more comfortable spot. He stood from his breakfast, about to reassure his wife that nothing was the matter, when he saw the group outside of his house. He turned to his wife, and with more then a little fear in his voice said "Darling, call the police." She turned to do just that, when one of the men stepped forward, and pointed a stick at the house. True terror gripped Vernon, as the man shouted "Confringo Maxima" The last thing Vernon Dursley experienced was a flash of light, and a rolling thunder.
AN: Hope you enjoyed the first chapter of the Slytherin Heir. As always, I ask you please leave a review, even if it is a negative one. I will not be pissed, and will not take it personally, except to improve my writing. Hope you loved it.