Harry Potter, The True Heir of Slytherin
A/N:
Here's the next chapter.
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See chapter #1.
Chapter #2: Caught with your pants down
"H-h-harry?" Questioned Hermione, her eyes widening at the sight of him.
"Indeed ms. Granger." Said Harry, in a very good imitation of their Headmaster, his emerald green eyes twinkling.
"But but but, you, I-i-I, how? Must-inform-Dumbled, no! Must, break, spells, can't, spy, must, tell, Harry," Hermione eventually fainted, the shock of seeing her friend too much for the magics controlling her. Harry gently picked her up and put her on the bed in the master bedroom, he conjured up a chair with a casual wave of his hand and sat down to wait. While he waited for his second ever friend to wake, he contemplated the current situation. Dumbledore had manipulated him from year dot, his friends, or at least, some of them, were not so, due once again, to Dumbledore's influence. Others, barely knew him, so it wasn't all that farfetched to say that Dumbledore had manipulated all his friends, whether they be willing participants, or not. This, lead him to wonder about the Elder Weezleys, he wondered if they were being genuine, or was that also influenced by the Headmaster's plots and plans? He could ponder these thoughts later, because Hermione was just starting to wake up.
"Whazat?" She asked groggily, her eyes not yet open, and her mind not yet focused.
"Hermione, wake up." Harry commanded gently.
"G'way, m seepin. Nah wanna gedup." Came back the mumbled reply.
Harry just chuckled and with another wave of his hand, caused a small jet of water to spray Hermione's face, bringing her round instantly. She suddenly remembered everything, and started to cry.
"Hermione, ssh I figured it out. I know all about how you've been manipulated." Harry soothed.
"But but but, I-I-I-I-I, I betrayed y-y-you." She sobbed. Harry drew her into a hug, and rubbed circles on her back while muttering nonsense to calm her down. After a while, her tears subsided and he brought up the issue of why she was so forcefully brought to his home.
After a few hours of explanations, questions and answers, Harry brought up the real reason for Hermione's unsanctioned visit.
"Hermione, in order for me to see you no longer controlled by our, 'ilustrious', Headmaster, I must turn you. Do you understand what that would mean?"
"I think I do. You're a vampire aren't you?" She asked.
"I am of the lamia, yes. I am head of clan Slytherin. Hermione, I was turned by Slytherin himself!" Harry exclaimed.
"Turned by, but, that would mean," Hermione started babbling excitedly. She knew very well what this meant. It meant, her friend Harry Potter was head of House Slytherin, and that Salazar Slytherin had turned him.
"Do you think I could meet lord Slytherin Harry?" Hermione asked nervously.
"Slytherin sacrificed himself. He gave me the last drop of blood he had, so that I might live and carry on his work, that of reuniting the magical world, and to preserve ancient magics and traditions. Hermione was gobsmacked. She hadn't realized that she would be turned by Slytherin's true heir. After some more discussion, a round of questions from Harry, all of them consisting of 'are you sure?' or a variant at the least, they settled down to perform the turning, Hermione in Harry's lap.
Several hours later, Hermione regained conciousness for the second time. She sat up and looked around, not remembering where she was at first. As she looked into a pair of startlingly green eyes, it all came rushing back. The hurt, the betrayal, the letter, the, oh god! The letter!
"Harry? Did Hedwig intercept my letter to ron?" Hermione asked tentatively, not sure she wanted to know the answer.
"Yes she did. And at first, I was angry. Very angry that you could do such a thing." Hermione went to interrupt, but Harry held up a hand.
"I know already. I found out not long after my turning I could not only sense and see magic, I could smell potions and instantly know what they were. It's how I found out what Dunbledore had done to you." Harry explained.
"I am sorry you know, I should have fought harder but, I could see no wrong in Dumbledore." Hermione said sadly.
"Makes two of us, sis, my only hope is that he can be redeemed. If not, we'll have to do some pretty nasty stuff. I don't mean murder or anything like that, it's more like the manipulated will manipulate the manipulator." Harry went on to explain that Slytherin had transferred all his knowledge to Harry and that after a day or so, Harry would be able, even to outmanipulate the Headmaster. Hermione still could not believe it. Harry had turned her, this fact kept turning over in her head, she was still pondering what this would truly mean, when there was a loud 'crack!' and the person they least wanted to find out was standing in front of them.
"Well, well, well. It would appear, Potter, you've managed to do something right. I would have been here to witness this joyus moment however, as you're well aware, I had to play spy for that infernal headmaster. Oh, and you've taken a chilled already? My, my; but how we do work fast." It was the potion's master in all his sneering glory.
"ah. Severus, as I am now head of clan Slytherin, would it not be more prudent to use an honorific to suit my status?" Harry said with a dangerous smirk playing about his face.
"Indeed, scire. My appologies." Snape said looking contrite.
"And you can get up off the floor too. It doesn't suit you. And I ain't going to stand for any kneeling bunk. You wanna talk to me you look me in the eye is that understood councillor Snape?" Harry's eyes flash with green fire, and the magic was felt all around the room.
"Yes scire. It shall be as you command. Now, how are you going to explain to Dumbledore about yours and ms. Granger's current status?" Harry pondered this for a moment, as well as Snape's sudden subservience, when an idea came to him.
"Well now. What's wrong with being direct? God knows the old fool could do with a little shock, after all, there's nothing he can do to 'Lord Slytherin ' now is there?" Harry's smirk turned predatory.
"If I didn't know better, I'd say you were turned by Slytherin himself." Snape remarked drily.
"The rest of the clan didn't inform you? I was in fact turned by Slytherin himself. He unfortunately gave everything he had turning me or I'd have liked to get to know him myself." Snape looked gobsmacked, Slytherin had given himself up for Po, no, Harry? He pondered this for a moment then it hit him like a ton of bricks.
"The prophecy. Jesus Christ. I should have known. Damned old fool went and told you the fucken prophecy." Snape cursed and swore for a minute in several languages.
"Oh, that's just the start of it." Harry drawled, sounding not unlike their current guest.
"He waited until just that moment after I'd been possessed by Riddle to portkey me back to Hogwarts, and lay the prophecy on me. Right after Sirius died and all."
"What did you do about it?" Snape asked, curiosity shining in his eyes.
"I trashed his fucken office of course." Harry chuckled.
"About time too. Old fool's been begging for it. Now, as much as I'd like to sit here and discuss with you the current climate, I must get back to the order meeting. I have to be seen to be Dumbledore's puppet. I only came here because Appointed Overseer Seth told me I had to pay respects to my new clan leader." Snape said with a smirk. Harry now knew the reason for Snape's subservience and gestured to the potions master that he could leave. Before he left however, Snape asked for any letters, Harry just shook his head and informed him that Hedwig would be along in around five minutes with a howler of sorts. Snape just chuckled darkly and dissapperated, leaving the two to write out their howler.
In the Headmaster's office, the entire order had gathered for their daily meeting. Snape, had just melted out of the shadows, but was not drawing any attention from any of the office's occupants, save one phoenix.
"You've seen Lord Slytherin Potions master?" The phoenix asked in Snape's mind.
"Indeed I have. He is not what I expected." Snape answered back in kind.
"Why do you think Severus, the hat nearly sorted him into Slytherin?" Fawkes asked.
"What? He, it, I, ohoh! Talk about cunning to the last." Snape's smirk was a full blown smile, but nobody saw it save the phoenix.
"indeed. Although the young lord at the time based his decision on young mr. Malfoy."
"Ah. Draco. An ignorant whelp if ever I saw one." Snape chuckled.
"Now, give over you infernal bird, the old fart's calling the meeting to order. Peh; as if there was any order among this bunch of nitwits, fools, bullshit artists and wankers." Snape thought. Unbeknown to Snape, there was a pair of minds that overheard the discussion between man and avian. The elder Weezly's chuckled to themselves, wondering when Dumbledore would be found out for the conniving, meddlesome, manipulative fool that he was, and wondering how their seventh son, Harry was doing right now, when the Headmaster, cleared his throat.
"If I could have your attention please? I must first ask anyone if there are any new problems that have arisen, due to our current nemesis's return?" After receiving a resounding 'no' from the rest of the members, Dumbledore then turned his attentions to the true nature of the meeting.
"My friends, it would appear that mr. Potter has vanished. This is perplexing however, as none of his alarms have gone off, and none of the tracking charms I placed on him have gone off either. I fear that Harry may be in grave danger, or possibly worse. It is imparitive we find him and bring him back to Hogwarts for his own safety."
"But Albus, could he not stay at the Burrow?" Molly Weezly asked.
"I suppose he could, at that. Molly you and Arthur go now, see that the Burrow is secure, and that your children know Harry is coming. There's also the matter of the disappearance of ms. Granger as well. I'd like," Dumbledore was cut off as a beautiful song filled the air. It was of course phoenix song, but this song was not familiar to Dumbledore. There was a birst of flame and a snowey white phoenix hovered over the Headmaster's desk. She dropped a letter and joined Fawkes on his perch.
Everyone in the room paled at the site of the letter, for they all knew that red letter only too well, having been on the receiving end of at least one. Before anyone could stop it, the letter burst open and a voice magically magnified a hundered fold, rang out.
"Albus Dumbledore!
It is with great joy that I bring you this news!
I; Hermione Jane Granger Potter Black Slytherin, have been cleared of your spells and potions! With thanks to the new Lord Slytherin, I now see just what it is you have done to me! I no longer consider you as my primary authority figure! That honor I now bestow upon my blood brother, Harry James Potter Black Slytherin! Head of clan Slytherin! This note is to inform you that we are still within the bounds of your oh so heavily warded Number four Privet drive! Although there are no wards to speak of! They have been totally and utterly shattered!
Thank you for your time!
Hermione Jane Granger Potter Black Slytherin
Blood Sister to the Head of clan Slytherin!"
All the blood drained from Dumbledore's face, his weapon, his tool, his insurance policy had started to think for itself, and worse yet, that blasted meddling old fart Salazar Slytherin had turned the potter boy. And if that howler was to be believed, Potter had turned Granger, no, Dumbledore was furious! This just simply would not do. Imagine it, the saviour of the wizarding world, a vampire! Of all things! Dumbledore could not have that. He immediately started making plans to have them both destroyed, and the Longbottom boy was to be trained to take up the mantel of 'The-Boy-Who-Lived'. Dumbledore did not realize he was broadcasting his thoughts, for if he had, he would have realized that many people and animals and at least one hat, had started to plot and plan against him. They would not see their saviour destroyed because of the prejudices of an old man. An old man who was past his prime.
"It would appear potions master, my chick has his work cut out for him." Hedwig's motherly voice sounded in Snape's head.
"Indeed, my lady." Snape said.
"Molly, Arthur, your son and daughter need you. I will bring you to them." Hedwig sent to the two elder Weezlys. The three grabbed Hedwig's tail and in another burst of flame, found themselves standing in front of the house where the children in question were just now finishing up a game of exploding snap.
"Harry dear, Hermione love, are you both ready to come to the Burrow?" Mrs. Weezly called. Both Teens called back.
"Coming! Mum!" This brought a tear to Molly Weezly's eye, and as soon as Harry had stepped out the front door, trunk in tow, he found himself in the arms of the woman he privately called 'mother'. After a somewhat teary reunion, even though it was only a couple of weeks for all of them, everyone once again grabbed a tail feather and in a burst of flame, found themselves in front of the place Harry truly called home.
A/N:
Thought I'd end it there, ain't too happy with the way this chapter went in many respects however, for the most part, it went in the direction I wanted.
Snape: He's a vampire of course, part of the Slytherin clan and answerable to Harry. Do you think He'd really bite the hand that feeds him? Unless of course it's within his best interests to do so but, as you'll see in later chapters, it is strongly advised against.
Blaze will make an appearance soon, don't fret, and the elder Weezlys? Harry needs parental guidance, I don't care what anyone says, he needs his mother anf father and if he can find that with the Weezlys, then, good luck to him I say.
Ron and Ginny Next chapter. Don't worry, I can't really see Ginny being the back stabbing manipulative type either. Missguided perhaps.
Anyways, as always, please r&r
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