A Slytherin Mind

Disclaimer: I do not own this chapter either! This is the one and only chapter from kookookarli. The next's mine, though. It's a bit short, I admit. And from Harry's POV.

Sadly it seems to be that less and less first years were getting sorted into Slytherin, even with the population going up as it is. Slytherin house's reputation has officially been ruined; and all the blame lies at Dumbledore's feet. While I don't exactly approve of what Tom Riddle has become, I do know that it could have been prevented.

'Sal, you're reminiscing again, it doesn't really fit in with your whole teenager act'

Realizing that what he said was true, I quickly shook out of it and focused on the plate in front of me. I shortly nodded and nudged Hermione's arm, "Hey, we need to get re-sorted, Draco too, Opinions?"

"Well," she said, "That would make sense, but I don't believe that I would change houses. Also, why would Draco need to change, he belongs in Slytherin? Anyways, is it even possible for a re-sorting anymore? I read in 'Hogwarts: A History' that you need the Headmaster's, two head's of houses, or an original founder's permission. I highly doubt that the Headmaster or any of the Heads of Houses will agree to that, and since the founders are dead…"

"Miss. Granger, my dear girl, how much there still is for you to learn! You are not to be a Gryffindor much longer, you shall join and rule Slytherin with me; and have it rise up to the glory which it once held! Or, there is the miniscule possibility that you could be sorted into Ravenclaw, of course..."

Heads were nodding, and thoughts were turning. Harry Potter wasn't the most popular of characters in the Slytherin house, but time has been known to cause exceptions to every rule.

"And look around you girl! Hogwarts is changing!" It was, the halls were filled with more life than they have seen in hundreds of years. "And you are going to be part of this change; your name will be printed in the history books that treasure so much! All you have to do is look past the obvious, no, totally ignore it! I mean, Ric here has to be the least Slytherin of us all!"

'SALAZAR! What happened to your teenager act? I seem to remember you saying that you would be acting as a teenager as to seem approachable from all sides!'

'You seem to have put some thought into that statement'

'See'

I quickly shook my head and looked around only to see Godric with an extremely smug expression on his face. An expression that was, in my opinion, out of place. I smirked.

His eyes widened for a moment and he took the mature route by huffing and starting up a conversation with a very unresponsive Hermione. Of course Godric, being the child that he is waved his hand slowly in front of her face. Up and down, up and down. She blinked rapidly for a moment and said, "Harry? Wait, Draco, Malfoy? What exactly am I supposed to call you anymore? I am so confused! Harry! You're acting so strange, not yourself. What could have possibly happened this summer that lead to this change. I can understand change. But this, something's happened; something bigger than I am currently ready to take in."

I sent a worried look Godric's way and motioned to the students surrounding us. This was not a safe place to have this discussion. I turned towards Hermione so that I could face her fully. "Hermione, calm down, everything will be alright, what you need to understand is that you are right. Something big is happening. And as usual, I seem to be at the center about it. Except this time, we'll be in control. We're the ones bringing about the change, and you're going to help us, okay? All you need to do right now is relax."

She slowly nodded her head in understanding and said, "I think-I-okay, fine. After the feast is over we, the two of us-"

"The three of us 'Mione, it's a trio. It always has been, we're just switching out some of its members."

"Fine, the three of us, will find a nice place to make our own, relax and hopefully discuss what needs to be done. But first, can you pass me the chocolate cake?"

I couldn't help it, I laughed. Even though all my past experience with Rowena told me not to, women need chocolate in stressful situations. And a laugh is good every now and again. My laughs however, died out as soon as Hermione turned her glare of death onto me. While I do not particularly enjoy being on the receiving end of that glare, I still have the right to say that mine is better.

The rest of the feast passed without any excitement. Dumbledore gave his beginning of the year speech, introduced the new professors. Horace Slughorn had taken Snape's place as Hogwart's potions master, and Snape was teaching Defense. It seems that dreams do come true after all. And of course, at the end of it all, the school song was sung. I have always hated that song. The idea was completely Helga's; I was against it from the start. If ever asked, Godric will say the same though I know for a fact that he never once protested it.

And that leads us to where I am now. Sitting in Godric's old personal quarters with Godric and Hermione. She was bursting to the brim with her insatiable curiosity. I swear you could see her eyes light up more with every step we took as soon as we separated from the rest of the student body. I turned to Godric and motioned over our bodies. A little known fact about rebirth, well the rebirth of powerful wizarding souls, is that occasionally the appearance from the first life will carry on to the next. I saw him nod and I stood up from that chair that I was sitting in and went to stand in front of the mirror. In the reflection I could see both Hermione and Godric stand up and walk up behind me. I waved my hand over myself, starting at the top of my head and bending down so it was waved over my feet as well. I straightened out and closed my eyes. I could feel the magic running its course. When the tingling feeling disappeared and I heard a small gasp, I opened my eyes and took in my restored face and figure.

My hair had lengthened so that it reached a couple inches below my shoulders, perfectly framing my thin face. My slightly slanted emerald eyes were accentuated by my elegant eyebrow. My nose had grown ever so slightly so that it was straight and proportionate with the rest of my face. Put together with my high cheekbones and my full lips I had a slightly feminine look about me. I had grown several inches putting me at about the same height as Draco, my body had taken on lithe muscles with little to now body fat. My dark green and silver robes that I had transfigured from my Hogwarts uniform brought out the paleness of my skin and the brilliance of my eyes. Over all, I like to think that I make a very beautiful and masculine image.

Looking in the mirror and away from my own reflection I could see realization slowly coming into Hermione's eyes. I really wanted to say something, but what, I don't know. Perhaps I wanted to reassure her that I was still the same Harry underneath. But, there was nothing I could do as I watched her run away out of the quarters and towards the Gryffindor common room. When I went to put my hand on the door so that I could close it, I realized what had caused her to run. On my finger was the ring of the house of Slytherin.

A/N: Now, the matter is that although I have ideas for the story, I need ideas for things to write in between the important stuff. You can't just jump from them coming in to Hogwarts to Harry killing Voldemort. And so I beg you for ideas for this in-between-stuff. And did you like Salazar's POV? Do you prefer 1st person's POV or in 3rd person? And one last question: do you want Harry, Dray and Mione to be restorted?

Well, review and wait for the next part!