Hey guys! I knew it took too long but hey! It's longer than the last chapter Thanks for all the reviews, favourites and follows. I appreciate them all!

Ok. Now let's get down to business.

Some reviewers asked me about Tom Riddle and Voldemort. Let's put it like this:

Tom Riddle wanted to become a famous politician and/or a DADA teacher but he also wanted to be immortal so he made the diary horcrux to assure his immortality. Grindewald was defeated by Dumbledore in 1945 but was not imprisoned, a few years later he found Riddle's horcrux. He made a dark ritual and gave that horcrux a body. Voldemort is the diary horcrux but with a body.

Riddle and Voldemort went into separate ways, the first became a very important figure and politician in the pureblood society and the DADA Professor of Hogwarts; the second became the right hand and second commander of Grindewald. Voldemort betrayed Grindewald a few years before killing the Potters and became the next Dark Lord. Riddle always knew Voldemort was his horcrux but did nothing to stop him or help him, he remained neutral the whole war. When Voldemort was defeated by Lily, he was left bodiless like in canon but did not return to the diary thanks to his ability to possess small animals and snakes.

As it's known horcruxes (or at least living horcruxes) share a mind connection with the main soul. Riddle is blocking his connection with Lily, but sometimes emotions are shared and body contact makes the connection stronger.

Disclaimer: Harry Potter is and will never be mine.

11/09/2013: This chapter was beta'ed by my awesome beta Paige!


Tom Marvolo Riddle, better known as Lord Slytherin in the Wizarding Word and as Professor Riddle in Hogwarts, found himself asking why the fuck he agreed to do this. How did he, one of the most powerful and famous persons in the world, ended up in this situation?

He, Lord of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Slytherin and the best DADA Professor Hogwarts will ever get.

He, who hated muggles and made a great effort to tolerate them, found himself sitting next to an eleven year old girl in a muggle cinema, watching a muggle film, in a room full of bloody muggles, all while eating muggle candies and soda.

Preposterous.

Yet, he had agreed to do it. Willingly. How could an eleven year old girl be so manipulative? Two hours of nagging and a few times making eye contact with those big green puppy eyes of her and he had said something he was sure he would regret. 'Shut up! Yes, I'll take wherever you want but please, shut up!' Well, Riddle was regretting it now. He had never imagined the brat would ask him to go to a muggle cinema!

"Is it over, yet?" he asked boringly for the third time since the movie started.

"Hushhh!" Lily hushed him, her eyes locked with fierce passion and concentration to the main character "Oh, god! Tom, he's going to die!" she grabbed his arm and squeezed "He can't die!" she whispered with such an angst-y voice that Tom would have rolled his eyes…if he had any less class, of course.

"I have eyes, you insufferable brat!" he retorted with a sharp whisper, shaking his arm free from the girl's grip "His death was imminent since the last bullet crossed his femoral artery,"

"Hushhh!" she hushed him for a second time, not even looking at him. That's it. He was never stepping into a muggle cinema again.

Tom glared at the girl for a few seconds before returning his attention to the movie with resignation. Well, at least it was a war movie with blood, death and pain. In the end, as expected, the main character died and the battle kept going until the enemy's headquarters exploded, signalizing the end of the movie. Boring.

They waited until all the muggles were gone before exiting themselves. Lily's hand holding Tom's tightly.

"Well, did you like it?" she asked with a grin "It was amazing! And come on, you can't deny the special effects were good."

"They were acceptable," he conceded "but the movie showed no plot and was unrealistic. Also, the characters were pathetic and had no sense of self-preservation."

Lily rolled her eyes and shook her head in resignation. It was Tom after all.

"Can we go to Diagon Alley now?" she asked and made her best puppy eyes. His eyes locked with hers for a few seconds. Those big green eyes; "Please?"

Tom looked away and sighed. That bloody brat


"Mnmm, I want pumpkin cupcake and choco-mint….No, no! I choose white chocolate and…ehh-"

"Lily…"he said warningly, the wizard behind the cash machine was waiting to take their orders and she was taking much longer than necessary.

"Come on, Tom!" she exclaimed in exasperation "It's hard! Look at all those flavours!"

Lily kept choosing flavours but then she changed them right away. Tom felt his patience falling apart with every second "Choose" he commanded with his cold, imperative 'teacher' voice "Now."

His tone made Lily shiver and she ended up choosing choco-nilla explosion and caramelstuck while Tom asked for just one ball of dark chocolate -ironic, huh?

They had just received their orders, when a little girl ran past them with another little one following. The last girl tripped on her own little legs and fell into Lily. The ice cream Lily's right hand was holding, flew and fell on Tom's robes.

"Sorry" the kid shyly apologised before running away with her friend.

Lily stared wide eyed at Tom. She didn't know whether she wanted to scream or laugh. God, he was angry. Beyond angry. She could practically fell the anger irradiating from him in short sharp waves. Lily looked up at Tom, who was glaring the big ice-cream spot on his clothes, trying to control his temper.

"Tom?" she cautiously called him.

No answer. Usually it would take much longer to make him this angry but between the earlier nagging, the muggle cinema and her little ice cream debate, it was quite understandable. She could be quite annoying if she wanted to, a learnt Black trait of course.

Acting quickly, Lily did the only thing she could think of, she passed her index finger where Tom's robe was covered with ice cream and took it to her mouth."Mmmm….Choco-nilla"

This seemed to bring Tom back to the reality. He glared at her and with a flick of his wand the ice-cream was gone. He walked out of the store, a prominent frown on his face. The black haired girl sighed and followed him, a small smile on her lips.

Three long hours later they were still in Diagon Ally.

"This is so unfair," Lily exclaimed for the third time in the last two minutes. She was getting on Tom's nerves, again "Why do I have to carry the bags? Most of them are your stuff anyways."

Riddle sighed. People were staring at them, he couldn't really blame them. The mighty Slytherin heir shopping with The-Girl-Who-Lived, it was quite a sight. Besides there were at least ten bags floating behind the rare pair.

"It's hard and I'm tired" she kept whining.

"You have to practice," he explained what it seemed for the one hundredth time. He had taught her to use her core magic, also known as wandless magic, it took them time but she managed to do it and was quite good at it, "even more now that you have a wand. I did not waste my precious time to teach you for only Merlin knows how many years for you to forget everything and make yourself dependent on a wand."

Core magic, or wandless magic, was still considered an almost impossible form of magic. People thought only the most powerful wizards could use this kind of magic but that was not true. Anyone could learn it if taught at a young age -when the magic was unstable and at its purest form- otherwise it was much harder. Riddle himself had learned to use it when he was at the orphanage and then, he had taught Lily when the first spurts of accidental magic began to show. It took them time, years –taking in consideration that Tom was only available during the summer holidays- and full days of practice but they made it.

"I'm still tired," she rolled her eyes. Lily lowered the bags until they were almost touching the floor. With a wave of her hand, the bags landed with a soft 'Thud' "Can we go home now?"

"I won't be coming with you," he said, taking something out of his tunic. "I have to return to Hogwarts" he gave Lily a galleon and tapped it with his wand "This will take you to the manor where Black will be waiting for you in the hall. Do not forget the rules we set for Hogwarts,"

"No wandless magic, no Parseltongue, no pranks and no getting into trouble," she recited and nodded. "I got this."

"You forgot calling me Professor Riddle, and Morgana help me if I hear you calling me Tom at Hogwarts," he locked his eyes with hers to let her know that he was talking seriously. Suddenly the golden galleon began to vibrate and was encased in a turquoise light, "I'll see you after the Sorting Ceremony."

She smiled at him "Bye, Professor Riddle" she said cheekily before disappearing from sight.

Tom watched the spot Lily had disappeared with a frown for a few seconds and let out a discrete sigh. Fuck. That was girl was going to be the death of him. He spun on the spot and disappeared, only to reappear on his office an instant later. Since he was Lord Slytherin, the Hogwarts wards let him apparate inside of Hogwarts.

Riddle sat on his big leather chair while a glass full of expensive scotch levitated towards him. Tomorrow was the Sorting Ceremony and Potter would start her studies at Hogwarts. He groaned. Classes, paperwork, dumb students and now he also had to hide his connection with Potter from Dumbledore. Indeed, it was going to be very difficult.

Black was oblivious as a troll and the girl believed everything he said, but Dumbledore was a bloody genius -not as great as he was, mind you, but smart enough to suspect what was going on. He would have to permanently raise his mental shields to their maximum level.

"Massster" he heard Nagini hissing as she climbed up his chair and positioned herself around his shoulders "Is the hatchling coming tomorrow? I misss her"

"Yesss, my dear" Riddle answered. Fuck everything. Now one will ever find out she was his horcrux or his name was not Tom Marvolo Slytherin or Riddle, whatever "Ssshe will come. Merlin help us, ssshe will come"


Severus Snape sat in his spot at the High Table. He watched carefully as the first years students entered the Great Hall.

He recognized his godson's blond hair. Draco was talking with the sons of the imbecile pair –Crabbe and Goyle- who seemed just as dumb as their fathers. Snape recognized a red hair and some freckles; another Weasley? Great. The freckled boy was talking with a black haired girl.

Snape froze in his seat.

Those impossible green eyes; those eyes could only belong to one person… so she was Lily's daughter. He felt his heart breaking with the sight. Same heart shaped face, same eyes (but hidden behind a hideous pair of glasses), same button nose…for fuck's sake! She even had her freckles! The girl was almost a perfect copy of Lily Evans; except for her more aristocratic features and black curly hair that made it clear she was Lily Potter.

The Sorting Ceremony had already begun. McGonagall started calling the children in alphabetical order. The kids sat on a stool and waited until the Sorting Hat decided which house to put them in. Snape applauded politely to all the children, making a special effort for the ones sorted in his house.

Snape found himself lost in his thoughts, only returning to himself when it was Draco's turn. He was sorted in Slytherin, as expected. Draco sat in the Slytherin table and searched his eyes; he gave a nod of approval to his godson -who smiled in return- before returning his attention to the students. He couldn't take those green eyes out of his mind. They already haunted him in his sleep, now they would haunt him awake too.

It was her turn to be sorted.

Snape had promised Dumbledore to protect her with his life but what if she resulted to be a bully like Potter? Surely she was as arrogant and stupid as her father. She had been raised by Black after all. She'll become one of the popular Gryffindor girls and the whole school will be following her like little lambs. Yes, he could picture that. All the teachers would love her and she would get away with whatever she did, just like her father...

"SLYTHERIN!" the hat shouted to the Great Hall

What.

There were a few seconds of utter silence, then the murmurs spread like wild fire through the Great Hall.

That was impossible. It had to be a mistake. Lily Potter, the beloved and worshiped Girl-Who-Lived, was a snake? A Potter in Slytherin? Was this some sort of prank? Severus almost expected the hat to start laughing and to resort her in Gryffindor but it didn't happen.

Snape turned to watch his colleague's faces. Most of them looked shocked, some looked disappointed, and they had expected her to be a Gryffindor like her parents, to be the Light icon in the lightest house. There was only one smiling face. It was not a big smile, just a small –almost non noticeable- curvature of his lips but that coming from Lord Slytherin said a lot.

Terrific! Potter's spawn was in his house and she had Lord bloody Slytherin on her side.

Dumbledore was the first one to recover from the unexpected –and unwanted- surprise and started clapping, followed soon by the rest of the teachers and the Slytherin table. Potter smiled and went to sit at the Slytherin table.

He couldn't wait for the first year's potion class. He couldn't wait to show the world that Lily Potter was nothing more than an arrogant and spoiled child.


Draco Malfoy clapped with a polite -yet true- smile at Lily, they were family after all. She always visited his manor with Lord Black or vice versa, and they would spend all their time together playing Quidditch, planning pranks or just enjoying each other's presence.

The Malfoy heir slid a little to the left. Lily, as expected, sat next to him and sighed, leaning her head on her cousin's shoulders. She could feel everyone's eyes staring at her, just like the first time Sirius and she had gone to Diagon Alley. Lily had been shocked when the hat put her in Slytherin, but she was kind of expecting it.

"Hmm," he had said in her ear "Difficult, Very difficult; Plenty of courage, I see. Not a bad mind either. There's talent, my goodness, yes - and a nice thirst to prove yourself, now that's interesting... So where shall I put you?"

"Gryffindor"

"Not Slytherin, eh?" said the Sorting Hat "Are you sure? You could be great, you know, it's all here in your head, and Slytherin will help you on the way to greatness, no doubt about that"

Lily thought for a few moments "I have nothing against Slytherin but Gryffi-"

"Then it's decided!" the Hat interrupted her, not letting her to finish her sentence "You better be… SLYTHERIN!"

What part of 'Gryffindor' he didn't get? She wanted to be a Gryffindor, like Sirius, like her parents, but no. At least she had Pansy, Theo and Draco, who was practically the sibling she never had. She had met with the other boys and girls a few times during the ball season and was in good terms with them, but she didn't actually know them and some were kind of creepy.

Besides, Tom was a Slytherin. He was Lord Slytherin so it couldn't be so bad, right?

"Fancy meeting you here, Potter." Draco joked, trying to reduce the almost tangible tension in the air "I thought you wanted to be a silly Gryffindork?"

"Oh! Shut up, Draco!" she snapped at him in a jokingly manner, a sly smile on her face.

She ignored her cousin, who made a pain filled expression and grabbed his heart, in favour to greeting her classmates. Then, the first year Slytherins silently waited for the Sorting Ceremony to end, clapping politely when someone was sorted into their house. The last kid sorted was Blaise Zabini, who joined them at the Slytherin table. Professor Dumbledore gave his welcome speech and the dinner began; a great variety of dishes appeared in front of them. Mashed potatoes, salad, white rice, Spaghetti with meatballs, roasted turkey, chicken wings, juicy beef, and kidney pie. Oh, the kidney pie, it was the most delicious kidney pie Lily had ever tasted after Kreacher's.

The Slytherin first years began to talk about their summer, describing the places they had travelled, the people they had met and the things they had bought. Every few minutes Lily glanced at the Gryffindor's table, Sirius would be so disappointed. Oh, well!

Soon enough everyone finished eating and the Welcome Feast was dismissed.

"Fist years come with me" a low voice said. She recognised the prefect as Marcus Flint. He was in his fifth year and was the captain for the Quidditch team. His mother had been bragging about this for weeks during the balls. They followed their prefect through a few halls until they reached a shortcut that ended at the beginning of the dungeons. He talked about the dungeons and their history "Here begins the difficult part. It's easy to get lost and-"

"Mr. Flint!" Professor Riddle's voice called the prefect. The whole group stopped and turned their heads at said professor.

"Yes, Professor Riddle?" Flint asked firmly.

"I'll take Ms. Potter for a moment" he answered. Flint opened his mouth to protest when Riddle interrupted him "Afterwards I'll guide her to the common room myself"

The young prefect nodded "With your permission" he turned around and started walking again. The other first years were staring in awe at Professor Riddle or Lord Slytherin as most of them heard their parents call him "Do keep up!"

The younger students followed Flint's order and kept walking, getting each time deeper and deeper into the dungeons. Lily watched her classmates disappear as they turned to the right on the next corridor. She finally looked at Tom, who was staring at her with a triumphant expression. God, she hated that cocky smile and smug expression, his whole body saying 'I told you so'.

"Merlin, I hate you!" she snapped at him, his smile not flattering in the slightest "At least don't look so happy about it!"

"I don't know what you are talking about," he paused, his mocking smile getting even wider "…Lady Slytherin" he whispered close to her ear.

Lily opened and closed her mouth a few times, as if she wanted to say something but couldn't. Indeed, she was the Slytherin's heir as Tom was the actual Lord of the house.

After Voldemort's fall, many wizards and witches with no heirs left their fortune and/or properties to Lily as she was the Girl-Who-Lived. Stupid thing, she thought. Because of this, Sirius made her take a blood test at Gringotts the day she turned eleven. That day they discovered she was filthy rich (even without the Black's fortune), owned several properties around the world and had nine seats in the Wizengamot.

Lily already knew she was the Lady of the Potter house and the heir of the Black house, but other names like 'Perevell' were a surprise. Despite this, everything else was completely ignored after the name 'Slytherin' appeared. The test paper said she was the 'heir by magic' of the Slytherin house and nobody -not even the goblins- actually knew what that meant. After this discovery Tom made her officially his heir, with all the legal paperwork and stuff.

Since that day he called her 'Lady Slytherin' every time they were alone and it was really annoying.

"You promised you would never call me like that again!" she crossed her arms and frowned.

"I lied" he stated with a smile before turning around and walking away "Follow me" Tom instructed and she followed.

They crossed the dungeons, returning to the first level of the castle and climbing up some stairs through a secret passage. She had thought Tom's office was in the dungeons as it was Slytherin territory and he was Lord Slytherin, but she was wrong. His office was actually in a tower, facing the Quidditch pitch and the Forbidden Forest. After climbing what it seemed like thousands of stairs they reached Tom's office.

"Open" Tom hissed to his ancestor portrait. Salazar Slytherin looked at the eleven year old girl standing next to his heir.

"Morgana, is she Lily Potter?" the portrait asked with surprise. He smiled at the girl "You have grown a lot, my girl"

"Thank you…ehh, Mr. Slytherin" she made a small curtsy, he was the great Salazar Slytherin after all.

"You could learn sssome manners from her, Tom" he scolded his heir, who was glaring at his ancestor. Tom muttered something under his breath. Slytherin ignored him and returned his attention to the girl "Call me Sssalazar, my heir"

Lily stood speechless and looked at Tom, his eyes were wide "How-?"

"I was there the first time you ssspoke the language of ssserpentsss, Lily Potter. I had my sssuspicions and now they are confirmed" he answered

"Fuck" Tom muttered under his breath. Now he was doomed. If Dumbledore happened to find out about Lily's lineage he would request to see the official blood test paper from Gringotts. That paper said 'Slytherin: Heir by magic'. By magic. That meant the soul connection they had through the horcrux. Thank Merlin the goblins were ignorant of that fact and did not give a proper explanation, but he was sure Dumbledore would find out the truth.

"From your faces I can deduce you don't want anyone to know." the great wizard continued "Do not worry, my children," Tom glared at his ancestor, he was certainly not a child "only a few wizardsss are magic ssensitive and even lesss can feel their family magical sssignature"

"Thank God." Lily said, letting out a sigh of relief. She was about to ask Mr. Slytherin something else about magical signatures but Tom interrupted her.

"As much as I like talking with you, Salazar," he started "we are currently short of time. Open"

Salazar Slytherin's face showed his annoyance as he opened the door of the office. 'Such manners' he muttered to himself before closing the door behind his heirs.

From the outside Tom's office looked small but when she stepped inside the room, it was wide and fancy, like her stepfather's study. At the bottom of the room was a majestic African Blackwood desk and a black leather chair, which looked much more like a couch. Closer to the door was a small set of also leather couches and a few wood chairs along with a small rectangular tea table in the centre, they were all placed next to an elegant-looking fireplace. Attached to the walls were a few shelves carrying books, small vials and even some photographs, but mostly books, a lot of books. On the wall behind his desk was a long and high window, showing a very nice panoramic view of the Quidditch field and the Forbidden Forest; the window was surrounded by all the titles and certificates Tom had obtained, which were a lot.

Stepping further into the room Lily spotted a familiar snake lying on the closest couch to the fireplace.

"Nagini!" Lily exclaimed and ran to meet her favourite snake in the world. Tom always brought her with him during the summer and they have grown quite fond of each other. She threw her arms around the snake and rubbed her face against her scales. Nagini let out some hisses that could be considered as a laugh and enrolled herself around the girl.

"Hello, hatchling" Nagini said as she rested he head on Lily's shoulder "How was your sssorting?"

"I'm in Ssslytherin" she answered with a sigh. Nagini licked her face with her soft and ticklish tongue in a comforting manner "It's not sso bad though…I'll sssurvive" she added dramatically.

"You are such a whiny little brat" Tom said returning from only-Merlin-knows-where with a package on his hands. He threw it at Lily "Here, open it"

"Is it poisonous?" she asked mockingly while she ripped the paper off. It was a wand holster made of black dragon scales "Wow! Thanks, Tom!"

"Professor Riddle." he corrected "It is enchanted so your wand will never fall. The dragon scales are almost impossible to damage. You only have to apply a little magic on the holster and your wand will side into your hand" Tom sat next to her and grabbed her right arm, rolling her black cloak up. He took the wand holster from Lily's hands and attached it to her forearm. It fitted perfectly. "Always. I repeat. Always have it with you. Sleep with it, shower with it, and eat with it. Did I make myself clear?"

"Yes, mother" she rolled her eyes and smiled at his annoyed frown as she put her wand inside her new wand holster "Do you realise I don't even know how to use a wand?"

"Don't play innocent with me, girl. I know that godfather of yours taught you some tricks" Lily's grin got wider, Sirius had made sure she knew some useful pranking and self-defence spells before arriving Hogwarts "The rest you'll learn soon enough" Tom answered with his know-it-all tone. He casted a tempus and stood up "Come on, I'll take you back to the common room. It's already past your curfew"

Lily said goodbye to Nagini and to the Slytherin portrait from the door. They walked back to the dungeons in a comfortable silence and in no time they arrived to the entrance of the common room. It was a plain grey brick wall, almost unnoticeable to the people that didn't knew the way.

Tom was about to say the password when Lily hugged him. He stiffened -not being used to the contact- but started to relax, giving in to the calming sensation flowing through their touch.

"Enough, you little bugger" Tom said and pushed her gently away, he awkwardly patted her head once. He said the password 'pure-blood' and a door appeared and opened revealing the interior of the Slytherin common room.

"Thank you, Professor Riddle" she said with a smile and walked in.

"You are welcome, and Ms. Potter," he answered and smiled in a way that would make fifth year piss his pants "welcome to Slytherin."