September 1st, Headmaster's Office, Hogwarts
Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts, Supreme Mugwump of the ICW, Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot and Defeater of Grindelwald paced in his office trying to figure out just when his plans had gone wrong. He supposed it would have to be that fated month 4 years ago when he had arrived back from an ICW conference to find his office a mess, with all his trinkets used to check the wards at 4 Privet Drive destroyed. Frightened, Dumbledore immediately apparated over to his spy, er… trusted informant, that was stationed at 12 Privet Drive, who just reassured Dumbledore that Harry was there, leading Dumbledore to assume Harry had just renounced the house as his home and had headed back to Hogwarts. So just how, was Harry a Slytherin?! He was not the weak, humble and easy manipulative little boy he should be, no instead he was strong confident, easy going and had an incredibly strong will.
As Dumbledore continued his silent rant, Snape burst into his office, this time ranting out loud. "That little brat knows, he knows! I demand you expel him at once!" The greasy git snarled. Dumbledore quickly schooled an expression of utter calmness onto his face as he took a seat at his desk.
"Severus, my boy, I'm afraid you have me at a disadvantage would you mind elaborating?"
"Potter's spawn quoted the prophecy to me, word for word, WORD FOR BLOODY WORD! He then went on to threaten me with a blood feud, A BLOOD FEUD, of all things! I demand you expel him at once!"
"I'll see what I can do Severus, would you mind telling Mr. Potter to see me in my office tomorrow morning during breakfast?"
Snape was seething but managed to grunt out a yes before turning on his heel and storming out of the office. Meanwhile, Dumbledore sucked on a lemon drop wondering just how things could have gone so terribly wrong. During all of this, a portrait snickered.
September 2nd, Breakfast, Great Hall
Harry was eating breakfast with Daphne, Blaise and Tracey and pointedly ignoring Malfoy's stares when the topic of home came up.
"So Harry," Tracey asked, "where exactly have you been these past 10 years?"
"Away, doing this and that, learning about… can I help you professor?" Harry answered, looking up as he saw Professor Snape approaching the group.
Snape sneered, "Arrogant, just like your father, Potter. The headmaster wishes to see you regarding your behavior last night."
"I see, well normally I'd ask my head of house to accompany me but seeing as how much distaste you have for me, I'll have to ask my other head, excuse me professor. "
Snape grabbed Harry roughly on his upper arm, "The headmaster wishes to see you now, you intolerable brat, and you will listen! "
"You will wait for me, or you shall be banished from this school!" Harry declared, his magic swirling around him.
"Despite what you might like to believe Potter, you don't own this school, now come along." The potions master barked.
"Oh, Snape, you just made your worst mistake. I, Harry James Potter, call forth all debts owed to the houses of Potter, Peverell, Black, Gryffindor, Slytherin and Gaunt." Harry chuckled darkly.
Snape paled before dropping to the ground unconscious. "What happened?!" Madam Pomfrey, the school mediwitch, asked as she rushed forward.
Harry's brows furrowed in confusion, before recognition spakred in his eyes. "I just remembered. He owed my father a life debt, if I had to guess I'd say that his magic is draining out of his body and into mine, making him a squib." People that had been watching the spectacle gasped in horror. Having your magic bound or drained was considered one of the worst punishments there was, second only to the Veil and the Dementors Kiss.
"I do believe we should go to the Headmaster to sort things out." Professor McGonagall intervened. Harry nodded in agreement.
"Oh and Professor?" Harry called as he started to head out of the great hall with McGonagall right behind him, "I'd watch my actions if I were you, even if as a squib you can brew potion I can still replace you if you aren't up to standards and I hear that Mr. Slughorn is more than adequate." With that parting comment he made his way out of the great hall.
Right Outside of the Headmaster's Office, Hogwarts
"Professor McGonagall?" Harry asked as he waited outside of the gargoyle leading to the headmaster's office.
"Ice Mice, yes Mr. Potter?" Professor McGonagall replied as the gargoyle jumped out of the way revealing a set of stairs.
"I just wanted to let you know a couple things, first off yes all those titles are mine but I wanted to reassure you that I will not be using them against you as I and my parents find you to be a more than worthy person to hold your titles. However I do request that you stay in the room and just observe, it may explain a lot to you."
McGonagall didn't say anything but instead just gave a firm headnod. Harry waited outside the doorway refusing to knock, after about half a minute a voice called out "You may come in Mr. Potter."
Harry entered the trinket filled room, behind a large desk, sitting on a large golden chair, throne more like, Harry thought to himself for the second time in less than 24 hours, was a man with a long greyish white beard, half moon spectacles and dressed in the most obnoxious robes Harry had ever seen, purple with gold stars that twinkled nearly as much as his eyes. "Ah Harry my boy, how good to see you, thank you for escorting him Minerva you may go now." Dumbledore greeted.
"I do not recall giving you permission to treat me with such familiarity, and Professor McGonagall is here at my request as I am allowed."
"Ah you see my boy, I am your magical guardian, surely that gives me permission to use such a level of familiarity?"
"Ah, so it is you I have to thank for 7 years of abuse, I am only lucky that Tippy was able to rescue me from that damned place. Nonetheless, may I please see your papers proving your guardianship over me? I have been told that they update magically so it should tell me exactly who my guardian is."
Dumbledore looked shocked at the news but still brought out some papers from his desk and handed them to Harry. "I'm terribly sorry to hear that, could you please explain to me who this Tippy person is so that I may thank them?" Dumbledore asked deceivingly. Merlin, this man wears his heart on his sleeve, he could never be a Slytherin, Harry thought to himself as he read the papers. "Harry James Potter is under magical guardianship of Harry James Potter of the Most Ancient and Noble House of Potter." He read out loud, trying to withhold a smug smirk, having decided not to mention the other houses he was a lord of.
Dumbledore and McGonagall gasped in shock, "That is impossible! You have to be above the age of 15 to claim lordship." McGonagall exclaimed.
"Ah, but you see Professor, there is a ritual called The Last Son's Rite, where if someone is the last of a bloodline, then on their 11th birthday they can claim lordship and headship of his house. I must be going now, I do believe I have herbology first, oh and one more thing. Hogwarts! Only help the headmaster when it pertains to the safety of the students, anything else goes through me, if there are any dangers you are to tell me." With that parting statement Harry spun on his heel and walked out of the room confidently, leaving the Headmaster and his deputy in shock as they felt the wards leave them and apparently transfer onto the 11 year old boy who had just single handedly destroyed all plans that they may have created.
Harry left the Headmaster's office with a triumphant smirk on his face while mentally going through all the things the wards were telling him, Cerberus in the 3rd floor, well that explains a painful death, Some 5th year Slytherins decided to have fun with some girls, hmm I'll have to do something about that, Snape has the dark mark, and Quirrell is possessed by Voldy… wait WHAT? Ok I need to oust Quirrell ASAP, maybe I can use the cerberus? Harry made his way down to herbology, the castle seemingly helping him get to class on time, with staircases leading in right directions and portraits pointing him where to go. As Harry arrived at Herbology he noted that Susan and Hannah were already paired up, as were Blaise and Tracey, so Harry made his way over to Daphne who was currently waiting at a workstation. "Hello Miss Greengrass."
The blond haired girl turned, momentarily losing her icy glare as she greeted back, "Mr. Potter, please call me Daphne, after all it seems we will be stuck with each other for 7 years."
"In that case I insist you call me Harry."
Daphne simply nodded, as she turned to face the head of Hufflepuff, a plump woman with flyaway gray hair who was currently lecturing about the importance of wearing gloves.
The rest of the day went smoothly all things considered, DADA was a joke with Quirrell's stutter although Harry had to resist murdering him there on the spot. The last class for the 1st year snakes was charms, where Harry got bored quickly and started levitating things across the room, much to Professor Flitwick's amusement and delight, earning Slytherin House 20 points for, "going above and beyond."
After dinner Harry made his way to the Slytherin common room where he found three sixth and seventh years talking amongst themselves. One was Gemma Farley, a seventh year prefect who was studying under Professor Flitwick to gain a charms mastery, her family was both pure blooded and wealthy but prided themselves on earning their positions, not buying them. Another was Alistair Moore, Gemma's boyfriend and a seventh year, he was the spokesperson of the group and the best dueler in Slytherin house despite the fact that he kept away from the darker curses that many in his house were so fond of using. The final person was Alex Sykes, a 6th year prefect who was especially adept at potions but was also the person that kept the younger Slytherins safe from any Gryffindors that tried to overstep their boundaries. He was also their main contact to people outside of Hogwarts.
Together, they formed the Slytherin Triumvirate, a group that had switched from year to year and ruled Slytherin, it was this group that Harry made his way over to. "Can we help you?" Gemma asked, more than a little bite to her tone as she looked over Harry with a judging eye. Refusing to back down Harry just replied while flashing his house rings, "Call a house meeting," Gemma, understanding the threat simply nodded and replied, "It will be at 9pm tonight in the common room."
Gemma cast a quick spell which produced a loud clap sound trying to get the attention of the people still talking. Her chocolate brown hair was pulled back in a ponytail while her icy blue eyes glared at the whole of Slytherin house. "You're here for a house meeting, called by Lord Slytherin himself, so you will all stay quiet and listen. The floor is yours milord."
"Thank you Miss Farley." Harry acknowledged as he stepped forth. "It has recently come to my notice that some of you, have decided to take part in… extracurricular activities before bed without other people's permission, that ends now. If you refuse to do so I will personally banish you from this house and send you to Gryffindor. Does anyone wish to question my judgement?" There was a lot of muttering as most people just stayed back, but one person who was incredibly ugly stepped forth. "Just why should we listen to you Potter? You're nothing but a half blood who should be kissing our feet."
"Flint, right? Marcus Flint? Seeing as how you are actually brave enough to step forth maybe you do belong in Gryffindor, nonetheless I'll give you a chance, Alistair please set up a duelling arena." Flint had a triumphant smirk on his face, confident that he, a fifth year could easily beat the puny little first year.
Soon enough a dueling platform had been erected and the proper shields were in place to prevent stray spellfire. Alastor was refereeing, "The rules are as follows, no lethal spells, no unforgivables and no banned curses. Begin on three, One… Two… Three!"
Flint had fired a red expelliarmus at two, which Harry easily deflected with a shield spell before he started dodging various spells that Flint was firing at him, some borderline dark. "What's wrong Potter? Scared? Come on fight back!" Flint taunted.
Harry simply smirked before casting a bone breaking curse at Flint's wand arm, followed by a expelliarmus and then an incarcerous, leaving Flint incapacitated. "Now then, someone might want to heal Flint, or not, and does anyone else wish to question these rules? No? Good." With that parting comment Harry made his way to bed, leaving a shocked common room behind and one Marcus Flint groaning in pain.