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§§§- MEAN PARSELTONGUE.

"Well damn," the young boy murmured, shaking his head. "Dumbledore managed to be right about something."

Nicolas snorted slightly and Harry grinned.

Hermione wasn't so level headed. "Th-that was V-v-v-voldemort?"

"Yes. And he was absolutely as ugly as a wart on a hag's nose," Harry answered, nose wrinkled.

And then the Grangers were converging on their only daughter, patting her down and asking if she was okay. Hermione was swept into a tight family hug as her parents tried to ensure that she was well. Especially after seeing her go flying across the room after being held hostage.

Nicolas was brushing aside Harry's now messy hair, in order to see his throat, making sure that he wasn't injured. The older wizard ran his wand over the boy's neck and muttered something, before Harry noticed a cool feeling covering where Quirrell had choked him.

"There will be no marking left behind, all is well."

Harry grinned and thanked the man. It was nice to have someone to care about his health. He was still getting used to it.

The guards finally got their wits together and approached them, asking a million question a minute.

Nicolas raised his hand and asked for silence. "It would be prudent for you to alert the Head of the British Department of Magical Law Enforcement. This is not something that can just be ignored. Make sure they bring a Penseive and inform them that both Nicolas Flamel and Harry Potter were attacked in Gringotts by a currently foreign entity."

The two wizards fell over each other as they hurriedly left and Harry turned to the man and said, "You lied partially."

"I twisted some facts together to make it appear more urgent. We both are well known political figures after all and our names rising from this fiasco would ensure faster assistance."

Very Slytherin of him, Harry was impressed.

Madam Bones appeared not five minutes later, five Aurors trailing behind her. She looked about the room with a stern countenance and her sharp eyes landed on Harry and Nicolas. Harry found himself wondering how Hufflepuff ever survived with her in that house. She was sort of terrifying.

"Mr. Potter, Monsieur Flamel, I was given a very choppy version of the events that transpired here, would you be willing to provide a statement as well as your memories of the event? This will of course be a requirement for all who witnessed this anomaly," she said while looking down at the remains of Quirrell which were still smoking a bit.

The wizards nodded and began their take of the events. They gave their memories when asked and watched as the Aurors went around the room, repeating the process over a dozen times. Hermione's parents were a little confused over some things, but their memories of the incident were finally extracted and Madam Bones nodded her thanks.

Hermione was finally able to get her money in exchange for the pure gold and the Grangers thanked Harry for helping their daughter.

"She's my friend and I know how much Hermione likes to study. She'd be able to pay for Hogwarts and get all the books she desires with it."

The young witch flushed, knowing that he was telling the truth.

Once the Aurors departed to go further investigate the Voldemort matter, Nicolas turned to Harry and offered to continue writing him whenever the boy wanted. Harry agreed and waved when the man used a portkey right outside the main doors of Gringotts, in order to return home. Apparently, not many people could Apparate internationally.

Hermione was positively bouncing with excitement. "You get to write one of the most brilliant wizards of all time! Imagine if he began tutoring you!" she said excitedly. "The knowledge he must possess!"

"Well, not anyone can make a Philosopher's Stone," Harry conceded with a nod. "Nicolas is a Level 10 Master Alchemist, so it would make sense that he knows a lot. Besides, he's really old."

Hi Harry,

My Gran wasn't too happy about what happened during the year at school. She dragged me on over to the Weasley's House and made me explain everything that Ron had been doing over the year. The twins stood up for me instantly and admitted to pranking their little brother in return for how rude he was.

Arthur and Molly Weasley weren't happy and he was punished and is now currently in debt to House Longbottom. Gran plans to keep things hostile until the right moment.

Gran then took me to Diagon Alley and I finally got a good wand! It's Unicorn hair, Cherry wood, and thirteen inches long. Ollivander said that it was to signify loss of my innocence and a rebirth into my being a greater wizard. He said that I showed incredible growth this past year in order to acquire a wand such as that.

I think he was right. I don't feel as skittish as I used to. I think it's because of you and Hermione. You both were really nice to me and helped me out a lot. You proved not to be like what people always say that Slytherins are like. I felt brave enough to talk to my Gran about my childhood. I remembered what you and Hermione, Hannah, and Susan told me and I think she was really shocked.

I even got an apology! I was so happy, Harry!

Gran said that you and Hermione are welcome to the Longbottom Estate any time you wish. I've never had friends before, so it's a really big deal for me!

Hope your summer started off well.

Bye!

Dear Harry,

Thanks to your generosity, I was able to buy every school book we'd need all through seventh year! I then purchased several other books that were related. Finally, I got some extras for personal study. I'm ever so excited!

I already paid ahead of time for my Hogwarts tuition and I have so much left over! It'll be nice to get my own home after school. And I'll be going into my marriage with money of my own! I have a new vault and everything!

This past year had been wonderful and I'm looking forward to next year and the years to come.

I read about Patroni in one of my new books and I really can't wait to learn such advanced magic! I wonder what my Patronus will be shaped like? And will it have the same shape as my Animagus form?

I've become interested in Runes. Did you know that there are over one thousand applications for Runes? I plan to study it more in depth during the summer. I also plan to take the Ancient Runes course for an elective when third year rolls around.

I hope your summer is fun! Since your godfather and you seem to get along well, everything should be going along just fine!

Hoping to hear from you soon,

Hermione.

Sirius Black walked into the Leaky Cauldron, looking much better than the last time Harry had seen him. He was no longer gaunt and pale and he put on some noticeable weight, which was a good thing. He was all well trimmed and looking as a 'proper pureblood' should.

Harry was sitting with Loki wrapped around his neck, watching as his godfather looked around the room for him. When stormy grey eyes latched onto him, they sparkled with excitement.

Harry was then swept into a hug and spun around a few times. "Pup!"

Loki hissed a slew of very inappropriate words as the world turned. Harry suppressed a giggle.

"Are you ready, Pup?"

The young Slytherin nodded.

Sirius led him out behind the Leaky Cauldron and explained that he would Side-Along Apparate Harry to their destination. The twisting, pulling sensation on his navel was enough to make Harry nauseated. When they landed, he fought hard to prevent himself from spewing him breakfast on Sirius. Loki was in no better condition.

"You alright there, Pup?"

"I'll feel better eventually."

Sirius took on a very serious expression then. "I forewarn you now, this is the Black Family Ancestral Home. I am Secret Keeper and I refuse to allow its location to reach Dumbledore. He has made a lot of mistake and I will not have him trying to control me."

Harry nodded, understanding the need for privacy. Seriously, the old man didn't seem to understand the meaning of the word.

"Also, there is a House Elf. You've read about them, correct? Good. Anyway, his name is Kreacher and he has been thoroughly bred in the ways of House Black. He does not approve of anyone who isn't pureblooded and blood traitors are the bane of his existence. He will follow yours and my orders, as I am Lord and you are Heir, but he will not do so courteously. He'll comply with your wishes and then mumble derogatory terms about under his breath. I will not lie, I really hate him. Unfortunately, we need a House Elf to help fix the house, otherwise it will take us ages to fix it up ourselves.

On another note, there are wards that prevent the Ministry from tracking magic being done within the premises. Even without the Fidelius Charm in place, they wouldn't be able to locate the magic or the user."

Harry and Loki shared a look. That was a mighty useful piece of information.

"Another warning, my mother had a portrait of herself made up and permanently placed on the wall. She is loud and annoying and screeches for hours on end about blood traitors befouling her house and such. Try to ignore her."

Sirius led him from a small enclosed park, and into a muggle neighborhood. The townhouses all looked the same, with high bricked walls and little steps in front of the doors.

Sirius stood in the center of the street and stared at a wall for like a minute, before Harry realized what was going on. The building was literally splitting apart. There were numbers. Eleven and thirteen, but no number twelve. And yet when the building stopped stretching, number twelve appeared between them.

Sirius turned to Harry and said, "The entrance to the Black Ancestral Home is located at 12 Grimmauld Place, Islington England."

Before Harry's eyes, a silver knocker appeared on the door. No doorknob though.

Sirius grabbed the knocker and rapped once on the door.

"Password?" came a very whispery tone.

"I solemnly swear that I am up to no good."

The sound of clicking filled the space, before the dark door swung open to reveal a lit corridor, with walls covered from ceiling to floor in portraits. The portraits watching them closely as they entered the building. The door shut behind them and when Harry turned around, he couldn't find it. It was gone.

When he turned to face Sirius, he saw the older man holding a finger to his lips. The universal call for silence. He nodded, though he didn't understand.

They walked down the corridor slowly and nearly ran into a House Elf, who immediately greeted Sirius as 'blood traitor master'.

The drapery on the wall beside Harry's head, parted and poor Harry and Loki were subjected to Walburga Black's strident voice in crystal clear surround sound.

Everything was a bit of a blur as Harry tried to pick himself up off the ground. Loki was hissing in one ear, Walburga Black was yelling and Sirius was very close to matching her decibel.

Harry stood back, unsure of what he should do. Intervene, let it be, or just watch?

Loki made a choice for him.

§Silencio!§

Both Sirius and Walburga froze and turned to Harry in confusion. The pre-teen sighed inwardly, knowing that he'd have to play along.

"Honestly, first year Gryffindors are more mature than you both."

Walburga gasped in horror while Loki snickered in his ear. Sirius simply looked put out. "I was a Gryffindor!"

"And times change. Gryffindors are rather annoying these days."

Loki nodded, §Exactly. Now you finally see what I was getting at.§

§No, you were just being spiteful over a simple house rivalry. I gained this opinion on my own, thank you very much,§ Harry told the serpent quickly.

Walburga, Sirius's mother's portrait, gaped at him. Probably because of the Parseltongue.

Tom was sitting on Harry's bed, staring at the diadem. Beside it was the Gaunt Ring.

"I was going to use the Founders' items, so this leaves the locket of Slytherin and the cup of Hufflepuff. The sword of Gryffindor would never become a Horcrux due to Goblin magic."

"And me," Harry added. He was sitting across the Slytherin Heir.

Tom looked up, forest green eyes locking with Avada orbs. "Yes."

"Harry! Dinner!"

Both looked to the door and Tom was shrinking, returning to his snake form as Sirius' clomping feet sounded, coming up the steps.

Harry had the diadem under his pillow and after a split second, slipped the Gaunt Ring onto his left index finger. He was shocked when the small piece of metal shrank to fit his finger better.

Sirius burst through the door then, grinning widely. "Come! I went out and bought muggle takeaway."

"Does that mean that magicals have takeaway as well?" Harry asked as he stood from his bed.

"Yeah. I never really liked their poncey dishes though."

The boy flicked his long hair over his shoulder and lifted Loki to his neck, allowing the shrunken serpent to wrap around him. He then followed his godfather down to the kitchen.

After a full meal of food Harry had never had before, Indian cuisine, he thanked Sirius for the food and left to return to his room.

Before he could make it to the staircase, Walburga's drapes parted ways, leaving Harry within view of the woman within the portrait.

"Boy, your name?"

She wasn't yelling. Not… yelling. Miraculous.

"Hadrian Jameson Evans Potter. Slytherin. Going into my second year."

She stared at him long and hard. "Call the Elf."

He frowned but did so, "Kreacher."

"Nasty, halfblood master calls Kreacher?" said Elf asked as he popped into existence right beside Harry.

Harry gestured to Walburga, who straightened herself up and squared her shoulders. "Kreacher, give him the locket."

The Elf gasped, eyes going incredibly wide, before nodding and popping away. He returned a few seconds later, holding out a piece of fancy, golden jewelry to Harry.

"Since you are a Parselmouth, perhaps you shall be able to dispose of the Dark Lord's locket," the woman sniffed, looking positively arrogant.

Loki rose up from his neck and a long hiss sounded from him. §Slytherin's Locket. Horcrux!§

Harry took the object that they had been talking about not even an hour previous and couldn't help but gape in awe. How convenient. He looked up to Walburga and nodded. "I had already been made aware of his Horcruxes and have already stared the hunt for them."

Tweaking the truth wouldn't hurt anyone. Not in the least. She believed him anyway and nodded to him. "Close the curtain, Kreacher."

Back in his own room, Harry was barely able to place the new Horcrux on his pillow before Loki uncoiled from his neck and transformed as he fell to the bed. Tom landed on the mattress and he was looking at Harry is obvious delight.

The boy wasn't prepared to be swept up into strong arms, nor was he ready to be twirled.

§The hunt has just become easier!§ Tom hissed happily.

§Could you put me down now?§ Harry asked, getting dizzy.

Tom set his down gently and plucked the locket out of Harry's hand and fished the diadem out from under the pillow. §All we need is the diary and the cup!§

Harry just shook his head and moved over to his stuffed bookcase to choose something to study. Runes or…

§Hadrian, it is time you learned to take advantage of your looks.§

The boy froze.

What?

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If you are going to complain about something, make sure you get your facts correct. The Chamber of Secrets was opened in 1942, exactly 50 years before it was opened again in 1992. Tom's b-day is 31st of December, 1926. He was practically born in the new year. He only recently turned 16 when he opened the chamber and made his first 2 horcruxes. Get your info correct before you try to correct me.

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