Summery: What if Harry WAS a Slytherin what if his parents where alive, and if Harry was made Voldemort's heir, well in this story you'll find out how Harry struggles, succeeds, and is sometimes hurt as Slytherin's heir.

An: Hello again Lilly-Nix here with chapter three, I love the reviews I have been getting, it makes me want to write more and more. So keep them coming! Sorry this took me so long to get up, I went to visit a friend I haven't seen in a while and lost track of time.

Chapter 3 Parents and Potions

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Harry kept his eyes shut thinking that his perfect day must have been a dream, he was still at home, in a minute his mother would be up to tell him breakfast was ready, he opened his eyes expecting to see his room, but instead he saw a wall of green.

He blinked a few times before he realized it wasn't a wall he was looking at, but curtains surrounding the bed.

He was at Hogwarts, his perfect day wasn't a dream. He smiled to himself again before pushing back the curtain, and looking around, everyone else was still asleep. He must have woken up extremely early again.

Harry sat up and grabbed his wand from under his pillow, were he had decided to keep it, and muttered "Tempus."

Green lights flashed in front of him-- 5:00 am. Harry sighed he always got up at 4:30 to 5:00, he didn't know why, it just happened, and usually he would go back asleep after realizing what time it was.

That was usually why his mother had to wake him most days, after going back to sleep he had a tendency to sleep in. But he was too awake to go back to sleep now.

He got dressed quietly and left the room, might as well explore the dungeons while he was awake, he went out into the common room, a few of the older students where there already.

He recognized the Prefect from last night sitting on a couch by the fire reading, but he was the only one he recognized, the Prefect gave him a small nod when he saw him then returned to his book. The other students didn't even glance at him as he left the common room.

The dungeons where dark, very few torches were lit, and the torches that were lit were too dim to be of any use.

It was very quiet too except for the occasional dripping noise or the sound of claws on the stone.

It was getting darker so Harry reached out and touched a wall but imminently pulled it back, it was slimy and damp, 'We must be under the lake,' he thought as he wiped his hand off on his pants, 'It wouldn't be so moist if it wasn't, and it explains all those dripping noises.' He thought as he went on.

Harry liked the dungeons overall, there was something new at every turn, and every step seemed like a solved mystery.

There were secret passages everywhere, most only lead to dead ends, but he found a few interesting rooms mostly done up in green and silver with paintings of serpents on the walls that would give him interested looks when he looked in. He made a mental note of each room he found, they would be good places to relax if he needed it.

Harry was about to try to find the common room again when he heard voices.

"…Is to be treated with respect." the person had a very smooth voice, that would normally be very pleasant to listen to, but the tone he used made Harry nervous. It sounded menacing.

"Won't that make people suspicious?" another person asked, his voice was just as smooth but it had less power to it.

He heard the first speaker laugh, "He's a Slytherin isn't he? I know how you favor them so," there was a quiet mumble from the other voice, "Very well, if you feel that will be for the best, but don't forget Severus, that in the end he is my Heir and deserves proper respect." Silence "…Very well my lord, it shall be done." There was a swish of a cloak and then nothing except the dripping noises.

Harry turned and walked back the way he came, not wanting to be caught by either one of the speakers, a million questions running through his head.

Why did the second man call the first lord? And who was that person with the menacing voice, the so called lord? He heard footsteps behind him, he tensed slightly and tried to walk as calmly as he could, he listened as they got closer and closer.

He put a hand in his pocket to hold on to his wand, even though he knew he was probably no match for whoever it was, but the pulsing power of the wand calmed him.

"You boy!" Harry froze and turned, a man was walking toward him menacingly, it was one of the teachers. He recognized him from the welcoming feast, he didn't actually know who he was just that he was a teacher, a greasy, hooked nose, evil looking teacher.

"Yes, sir?" he asked with as much politeness as he could, putting on his most innocent expression.

"What are you doing walking around the dungeons this early in the morning?" Harry avoided looking into the mans narrowed, coal black eyes when he answered.

" I always get up early so I thought I could look around before breakfast."

"And what is your name?"

"Harry Potter, sir."

The man walked closer and looked at him with an odd expression for a second before going back to a scowl.

"I doubt any of the other students will tell you so I will, you are not allowed out of the common room until 7:00 am."

"Sorry, I didn't know," he muttered, "I guess I'll get back to my common room… I'm sorry sir, but who are you?"

"I am Professor Snape, your head of house and potions professor."

"Thank you for the information Professor, may I go now?" Snape nodded. Harry turned and realized he didn't know how to get back to the common room, he turned back to Snape.

"Yes Mr. Potter?"

"I don't know how to get back to the common room sir," Harry said sheepishly, he really should have tried to keep track of where he was going.

"Take three lefts and a right and you will be at the entrance to the common room," Harry was about to leave when Snape spoke again, "And Mr Potter don't let me catch you out of your common room again."

Harry nodded, "Thanks again professor." he turned and walked away as fast as he could, blessing his luck, Snape hadn't even suspected him of listening on his conversation… Or did he? Was he letting him off? He shook his head, no, he didn't know. He couldn't know.

Harry kept his hand around his wand until he got back to his common room.

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Harry quickly found the common room and went in. There were a lot more people around now, a few were watching him closely but Harry ignored them and went down to the boys dorm hallway. Once he was sure he was alone he pulled out his wand and re-cast his Tempus spell, it was now 7:00, almost time for breakfast.

That started at 7:30, he should go see if Draco and Blaise were up yet. He walked into his room and the first thing he saw was the Malfoy heir snoring away drooling. Harry gave an evil smile and hit Draco with his pillow.

"Wha?" Draco sat up dazed and looked around, his eyes fell on Harry.

"Harry? Why did you hit me with a pillow?"

"Its almost time for breakfast and you look a little thin," he said with mock concern, "I thought with all your money your parents could feed you…"

Draco scowled and threw his pillow at the laughing Harry. Draco missed, "Nice throw Draco!"

So Draco grabbed another pillow and chased him around trying to hit him, " Stop running and fight me like a man Potter!" Harry grabbed yet another pillow and the two boys started a massive pillow fight.

"Will you two stop acting like children and let me sleep?" Blaise growled, Throwing back his curtains. Both Pillow fighters threw their pillows at Blaise, who quickly dodged.

"Really mature guys," he growled, dusting himself off, he went to his trunk and pulled out a few of his robes and walked over to the bathroom, "Now, I am going to go get dressed, and when I come out I expect you two to be back to normal and ready for breakfast."

He went into the bathroom and slammed the door. Harry turned to Draco, "Is he always like that?" Draco nodded.

"He's been like that for as long as I can remember, I've stopped trying to understand why," Draco went over to his own trunk, "I really should be getting ready though, its time for breakfast."

"Fine, I'll meet you at the Great Hall." Harry left the room and went into the common room, all eyes on him now.

"Did you get detention for wandering the halls this morning?" Harry turned, a boy that looked as if he had some troll blood in him asked.

"No, luckily Professor Snape found me and told me the rules before I got into any trouble, he just let me go with a warning." the boy looked surprised then gave a satisfied smirk.

"Well if Snape is ok with you then I guess that you really belong here, even if you are a Potter," he extended his hand toward Harry, "Marcus Flint, 6th year and Quidditch captain, let me be the first to welcome you to Slytherin,"

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After he got Flint talking with him the other, older Slytherin's started to introduce themselves, apparently he was the first Potter in Slytherin house in over 500 years, and was an oddity for breaking the tradition of going into a House rivaling his families, he was a wild card they wanted to keep in their sights.

They didn't say that of course, but that was what Harry picked up from most of the conversation.

He was just telling them about that annoying bushy haired girl on the train, ("Did she really cry!") when Draco came up with Blaise.

"Hey Harry, I thought you went down to breakfast?" Harry nodded, "I was but I started talking to Flint, I lost track of time, we can go now if you want," they nodded and all three boys left the room.

"Were are Crabbe and Goyle?" Harry asked after a minute of silence.

"They're getting up now, I mentioned that they would miss breakfast if they didn't hurry so that got them going." Harry looked over at Draco.

"But breakfast doesn't stop for another hour."

"I know, I just thought it was funny to see them scramble around like that." Blaise rolled his eyes.

"You shouldn't do that to them Draco, they may turn on you one day." it was Draco's turn to roll his eyes.

"They wouldn't even get the idea for turning against me, they're too stupid." Blaise still gave him a look that said he didn't approve but didn't say anything.

They continued talking quietly when Harry ran into someone, "Sorr… Oh its just you," it was the bushy haired girl again, she looked furious.

"You could be a little more polite!" she snarled.

He looked at her robes, there was the Gryffindor crest, "So you got into Gryffindor, figures its perfect place for your type."

The girl glared at him "It's a whole lot better than Slytherin, you no good slimy.." Harry glared and pulled out his wand,

"I'm warning you, say one more thing and…"

She had an evil smirk, "Stupid, annoying, pureblood, pig!" This girl must have been very brave or very stupid, 'It's most likely a combination of the two.' Harry thought as he, Draco, and Blaise, all pulled out their wands. 'She was out numbered and still went for an insult'

The girl looked panicked and fumbled to pull out her own wand, Harry quickly used a tickling charm. The girl collapsed with laughter the other boys looked at Harry with confusion.

"Harry I thought you were going to hex her?" Harry smirked.

"Just watch," The girls face was turning red, and then purple, there were tears rolling down her face, and she was obviously desperate for air.

Harry took it off her, the girl was gasping for breath, when she looked better he crouched down in front if her.

"Next time it will be much worse than a tickling charm." he said and walked off.

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After that little episode, Harry finally made it to breakfast, he looked around for a seat most of them were taken but he managed to find a spot by the teachers table for him, Draco and Blaise. Harry finally sat down he took a minute to look at the wide assortment of food.

Finally food that didn't need a potion to improve the taste, he went right for the raspberry pancakes, his favorite, and poured a healthy amount of syrup over them. His stomach gave a hungry rumble at the look of the food and just as he was just about to start eating the morning post came.

He instantly spotted Hedwig, flying toward him with a large scarlet envelope.

'Howler!'

He thought and in a panic and grabbed the envelope and held in shut with one hand, even though it started to burn when he didn't let it open. He ran out of the Hall as fast as he could and went into the nearest empty classroom he could find.

When he was sure no one was around to hear him, he let the smoking letter go, it opened and…

HARRY JAMES POTTER!

HOW IN THE NAME OF MERLIN DID YOU GET SORTED INTO SYTHERIN!

The angry voice of his father echoed in his ears,

HOW WILL WE EVER BE ABLE TO FACE ANYONE WITH THIS DISGRACE IN OUR LINE! YOUR MOTHER AND I WILL BE THERE LATER TO GET YOU RE-SORTED. The letter tore up.

Harry shook his head, it was short and cruel, but even James had to know that once sorted it was impossible to be re-sorted. He sighed, this was a real dampener on his day, he started back to the Great Hall.

When he entered there were a few people looking at him oddly. But he just glared at them and went back to his spot next to Draco.

"What was that about?" Draco asked.

Before he could answer another owl flew down in front of him, it was a small barn owl with a letter clamped tightly in its beak. From what he could see of the handwriting he could tell it was from his mother.

He took the letter and the owl flew off. He opened it and started to read.

Dear Harry,

I hope this letter gets to you before your fathers does and if it didn't I'm sorry. James had no right to say things like that to you, you are not a disgrace, or anything of the sort, you just don't belong in Gryffindor like he and I did.

I had a very good friend in Slytherin when I was your age, and he wasn't evil or bad at all, just promise to keep everything we taught you to heart and don't forget that I will always accept you no matter what happens.

Slytherin or Gryffindor, you will always be my son.

With love, Mum

Ps. I will try to keep James from coming to Hogwarts but expect us anyway.

Harry suddenly felt a surge of love for his mother, she was on his side, and she didn't mind he was in Slytherin, in fact she had had a friend in his house at his age. He smiled and put his note in a pocket.

"Are you going to tell us what's going on or will we have to guess?" Blaise asked nibbling on a piece of bacon.

Harry rolled his eyes "The first letter was my father telling me I was a disgrace and that he was coming to get me re-sorted," Draco snorted and muttered something about stupid Gryffindors, "The next, was from my mother saying my father was wrong and approved of my sorting, and to expect her later."

"So your parents are coming then?" Draco asked finishing off another sausage, Harry nodded and turned back to his own food, "I don't envy you mate, best of luck." Blaise's comment went ignored as Harry started to eat his now cold pancakes, even cold they were good, he ate them quickly and was serving himself seconds when someone loomed over him.

He looked up, it was Professor Snape.

"Your schedules Mr Potter, Mr Malfoy, Mr Zabini," as soon as each boy had a timetable in hand he went off to the other students. Harry scanned, the list and gave a small smile at his first class double potions, now he could be taught by a real master of the art. But then he saw that it was with the Gryffindors, he looked at their table with disgust.

The were so loud you could hear separate conversations easily, the only quiet ones were a tall red headed boy reading quietly, and a girl at the end of the table by herself watching her breakfast intently.

He looked further down the table and saw that bushy haired girl eating with a few other girls, she was talking loudly like all the others and making rude gestures toward the Slytherin table. In his direction.

There was a small cry of furry from another red headed boy who looked very shabby in his hand-me-down robes. Red hair, old robes… Weasley. He ignored the cold looks from the boy and started down to the dungeons. Draco and Blaise walked next to him while the muscle heads (Who had shown up in time to eat what everyone else didn't) walked behind them.

They were almost in the dungeons before, "Oi! Snakes!" Harry turned and looked for the person who yelled. It was the Weasley, and a few other boys, "Who do you think you are, picking on Hermonie like that!"

Harry looked at him in confusion, "Who?" the boys face turned red.

"You know who I'm talking about!" Harry shook his head "Sorry- I don't. Draco do you know who this Hermonie is?" Harry figured out it must be that girl, Draco must have come to the same conclusion and started to play along.

"Can't say that I have. Hey Blaise you know any Hermonie?" Blaise shook his head.

The boy's ears turned red, and the other boys were looking angry.

"You do anything to another Gryffindor and we will make sure you will regret it!" the other boys nodded.

They turned and stormed off, "Well that was eventful, I guess the little Gryffindor has a big mouth, I don't think she has learned her lesson yet," he said with a smirk. "We should do something about it soon." Draco chuckled and nodded while Blaise just sighed and shook his head.

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Potions was very eventful, it was clear that Snape favored the Slytherin's, but it wasn't the best part, it best part was when he made life difficult for the Gryffindors.

"Now can anyone tell me the difference between monkshood and wolfs-bane?" Harry watched in amusement as the girl now dubbed Hermonie raised her hand and waved it around wildly, only to be ignored.

"Anyone?" Harry raised his hand, "Yes, Mr. Potter." Hermonie gave him an evil sneer.

"They are the same plant sir also called Aconite."

Snape nodded "Correct 20 points to Slytherin," there were angry growls from the Gryffindors, "Silence! 15 points from Gryffindor!"

There was more angry yells, "I SAID SILENCE! 30 MORE POINTS FROM GRIFFINDOR!" they went quiet but scowled angrily at Snape. The Slytherin's where chuckling.

After another few minutes of Q and A class went on as normal, they were making a potion that cured boils, and the Slytherin's were constantly praised no mater how bad their potions were. This is where Harry didn't approve of favoritism, how could anyone improve without criticism?

Harry seemed to be the only one able to brew it properly in Slytherin, besides Blaise but Harry didn't know if it was because the boy was good or if it was because he was his partner.

Hermonie and Weasley's pair was the only other one to be able to get it right, (More Hermonie's work than Weasley's he noticed) they both had perfect potions. The deep red color was almost perfect, Snape just passed Hermonie's potion without a second glance, but he stopped at Harry and Blaise's table, he looked at their potion.

"Excellent, 20 points to Slytherin."

They were just about to start the next half of class when a boy ran in, he was wearing Hufflepuff robes.

"What!" Snape snapped.

The boy jumped "Pr.. pr.. Professor Dumbledore wants Harry Potter in his office."

Snape nodded, "Very well, Potter go, Mr Zabini will start the next potion without you." Harry nodded and left, he followed the boy to a large gargoyle statue, "Ice Mice!" he squeaked out and the statue jumped away revealing the entrance. As soon as it opened the boy ran off muttering something about being late.

Harry shrugged and ran up the stairs until he was in a large room. The first thing he noticed were portraits that lined the walls of disgruntled looking wizards all looking at a desk. He looked over at the desk and there was the headmaster, Lily, his father and a red and gold phoenix who gave a gentle trill when it saw him.

"Ah Harry, we have been waiting for you, please sit," Harry went toward the seat closest to the phoenix, to his surprise the bird seemed to move away from him. Keeping its intelligent black eyes on him.

"I'm sorry Headmaster but can we make this quick, I had to leave in the middle of potions class and I want to make a good impression on my head of house," that made his father furious.

"I don't see why you would bother, you are being re-sorted now." he growled. Lily sighed and rubbed her temples. Shaking her head.

"I'm sorry but I like my house, I won't leave my friends."

"Friends! YOU CALL THOSE JUNIOR DEATHEATER'S FRIENDS!" Harry gave a firm nod.

"Yes, I do," his father looked furious, and was about to say something when Lily put a hand on his shoulder.

"James, leave Harry alone, he's happy were he is, and its impossible to re-sort, you know that." James shook his head.

"You aren't like them," he mumbled, "You don't belong there."

"You may not like it dad, but I do, and nothing you say will change my mind." He looked at each person in the room in the eye, including the silent Headmaster who held an annoying twinkle in his light blue eyes.

"If that is all I have to get back to class, I will send you a letter later mother," Harry said curtly and left the room.

When the door shut behind him he heard his father start to shout again, and his mother desperately trying to sooth him and the tired voice of the Headmaster attempting to calm them both.

He shook his head again and started off to the dungeons, moving as fast as he could without drawing attention to himself. He didn't want his father to come after him and start preaching about how he was pure Gryffindor. He entered the class and quickly took his seat next to Blaise.

"How did the meeting go?" Harry shrugged in reply and looked over Blaise's notes, they were very well written, and easy to read. He checked the potion and saw they were on the sixth step.

He carefully took a large jar on the table and measured out 40 ounces of dragon blood…

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