Harry Potter and

the Queen of Slytherin

*Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this story, with the exception of Mortifera. This story takes place in Harry's 6th year at Hogwarts. This is not just a story about Harry Potter. The story revolves around Harry Potter and my OC, Mortifera.

Chapter one: The Burrows

Sirius stood in front of Harry clear as day. Harry reached out to touch his Godfather but he was no longer there. "Sirius," Harry's voice asked as he looked around. He was now surrounded by Death Eaters. Hermione, Neville, Ron, Ginny and Luna in the hands of Voldemort's loyal army. Harry looked down at his hands expecting the scene from year's end. There was no orb in his hand though. "Run Harry," Ginny's voice echoed through the scene. "No," he replied. "I won't leave you."

"You must run Harry," Ginny said with pleading eyes. Harry looked beyond Ginny. Approaching them was Voldemort. Harry took off in a sprint. He ran until he reached a door. He flung the door opened and stepped through. There he saw something he hadn't been expecting. Sirius stood in front of him arms out reached towards him. Harry ran into his arms. As Sirius's arms closed around him, Harry looked up to see no longer Sirius, but his father. "Dad," Harry asked. "Yes, my son," James said. "What are you doing here? Where are we?"

Harry looked around. It was Diagon Alley but it was dark and deserted. "Where is everyone?"

"Gone," James answered.

"Gone where?"

"I do not know son," James said ruffling his hair. He knew it was a dream but he wanted it to last forever. He felt the dream slipping away from him though. "I must go now, Harry," James said. Harry spun around to get a glimpse of his father, but instead, Sirius stood there. This was not the happy Sirius that Harry had hoped for but the Sirius that he saw on his death. "Harry," Sirius's voice was raspy. "Take warning, Harry. The Queen of Slytherin will return. Protect the innocents from them!"

"What do you mean," Harry asked but Sirius was fading. Harry knew that it was only minutes before he would wake. The sunlight broke through the windows of the Burrows. Harry could hear footsteps approaching. "Should we wake him," he knew Ron's voice as soon as the first words left his mouth. "I don't know," Hermione replied. "Your mum said he got in late last night. Perhaps we should let him sleep."

"If he sleeps much longer, Fred and George will have eaten his breakfast!"

Suddenly there was a loud pop which caused Harry to sit upright in the bed. "Did we hear our names," the twins said in unison. "Good morning, Harry," they said before disapperating. "Morning, Harry," Hermione said with a smile. "Good morning, Hermione," he said as he looked around the room. "What are you looking for, mate," Ron asked with a puzzled look. "Nothing. It's nothing. I heard you mention, breakfast," Harry asked. "Yeah, you best hurry or they'll be nothing left."

"You two head on down. I'll be there in a minute," Harry said. Ron and Hermione looked at each other then headed downstairs towards the kitchen. Harry got out of the bed and started out the door. There he ran straight into Ginny. "Sorry, Ginny," Harry began. "Didn't see you there."

"It's my fault really. I overslept and I was rushing," she stopped and looked into his green eyes. A moment passed, though to them it seemed like forever when the silence was broken by Mrs. Weasley downstairs. "Ginny! Harry! You best hurry if you want a spot of breakfast!"

Harry smiled and stepped out of the way to allow Ginny to go first. Harry followed her down the stairs smiling as he entered the kitchen. "What's up with you," Ron asked. "Nothing," Harry replied. "Harry, since tomorrow is your birthday, how would you like a big birthday dinner! You only turn 16 once you know," Mrs. Weasley said with a smile. "You don't have to do that. I don't want to be a bother!"

"Nonsense," she said with a smile. "Come, Harry sit down next to Ginny and enjoy your breakfast."

The kitchen was busy with the Weasley family rushing around him. It was a nice feeling. Here he was surrounded by family and people who loved him. The past few months had been hard on him. His head kept rushing back to the night at the Ministry. "Bye, Harry," the twins said bringing his attention back to the kitchen before apperating into thin air. Mr. Weasley was leaving as well. "Harry," Mr. Weasley began. "Can I have a word with you really quick?"

Harry nodded and got up. He walked outside with Mr. Weasley. "Dumbledore sent an owl last night. He will be stopping by today to speak with you. He'll be here in an hour. Just wanted to let you know. I've been so busy I had almost forgot," he said before patting him on the shoulder and appearating like the twins. Harry walked back into the house. Ron and Hermione were arguing as usual over something stupid he supposed. The only one who had known he had even left was Ginny who was staring up at him. He sat back next to her. "Is everything alright," she asked looking into his green eyes. "Yeah," he began. "I suppose. Dumbledore's coming here to speak with me."
"Dumbledore? Here," Ron asked.

"That's what your dad said."

"When," Hermione asked.

"One hour," he replied. He stared at his plate. Ginny placed her hand on his knee as if to offer him some comfort. Mrs. Weasley entered the kitchen to see them still sitting there. "Ginny, you and Hermione help me get the kitchen cleaned up. Ronald, go and straighten up the living room. Harry, why don't you go upstairs and get dressed," she said as she quickly started to clean the dishes from the table with her wand. Hermione smiled and quickly jumped to helping her. "Mum," Ginny began. "Is it alright if I get dressed too?"

Mrs. Weasley looked a Ginny not noticing that Ginny, like Harry, was still in her pajamas. "Yes, dear. Just hurry please," Mrs. Weasley said. Ginny followed Harry up the steps. She stopped him in front of Ron's room. "Harry," she began taking his hand in hers yet again. "I know that you've had a horrible past couple of months. I just wanted to tell you," she paused. He looked into her eyes once more. "If you need me."

"Thank you, Ginny. I appreciate it," he said. He hated to be reminded that Sirius was gone, but he didn't mind that Ginny was the one to remind him. She leaned in towards him and kissed him gently on the lips. "I best go," she said with a smile. Harry's head rushed around him. He dressed then headed back downstairs about 30 minutes later. Ron and Ginny were outside. Hermione sat on the couch reading the Daily Prophet. Harry looked around to see Mrs. Weasley in the kitchen fixing tarts for Dumbledore's visit. Harry sat next to Hermione. "Hermione," he began but stopped. "What is it Harry?"

"What do you think of Ginny?"

"She's my best mate, like you and Ron."

"Yes, but, oh nevermind," he said looking away. "What exactly are you asking me, Harry?"

"What do you think of me and Ginny?"

"Like a couple," she said a little louder then he'd hoped. He shushed her and nodded. "She's your best friend's little sister. But aside from that, I think you two are perfect for each other. That is if you can get Ronald to go for it."

Harry smiled. The hour had passed and Dumbledore had arrived at the house. Mrs. Weasley led him into the living room and Harry soon followed. "Hello, Harry," Dumbledore said his demeanor extremely giddy. "Hello Professor," Harry said politely. "I assume you would like to know why I have come," Dumbledore said in a soft compassionate voice.

Harry nodded. Dumbledore reached into his robe and pulled out a piece of parchment and handed it to Harry. Harry slowly opened it and read it to himself.

The Last Will and Testiment of Sirius Black III.

I, Sirius Black III, leave everything to my god son, Harry James Potter.

"Sir," Harry began looking at Dumbledore. "Sirius, he left me everything."

"Yes Harry. Sirius has left you everything he owned. You now possess 12 Grimmauld Place, Kreacher, and a substantial amount of gold which has been added to your vault at Gringotts."

"What about the Order," Harry asked.

"We have moved out for the moment seeing as it was Sirius who allowed us 12 Grimmauld Place as headquarters."

"Professor, you are welcome to it as long as you need it," Harry said.

"That is most gracious of you Harry. Thank you. I best be going now, start of term is just around the corner and there are preparations that need to be headed before we meet again, Harry. Thank you for your hospitality, Molly, and the tea. It was quite refreshing," Dumbledore said as he stood up to leave. "Tell Arthur that I will owl him later in reference to the other business."

Harry smiled as he watched Dumbledore leave. He had wanted to much to discuss his dream. The Queen of Slytherin, he pondered to himself. Surely if there was anything written about her, Hermione would know. It's settled then, he seemed to command himself. I'll ask Hermione.