(Harry's pov)

I have been wandering the empty dungeons for nearly a half hour when I noticed a section of wall I had never noticed before.

It was mostly blank, like the rest of the hall, but it had a carving of a snake on it.

/Who dares awaken my slumber?/ The snake asked as it began to move.

*I apologize, I was just going on a walk.* I replied to the Snake who faced me suddenly, a surprised (if a snake carving could even look surprised) look.

/A speaker! You must be the rightful heir of the noble Lord Slytherin!*

*Yes*

/I have waited many centuries for the rightful heir. The door can only be seen by the rightful heir, unless the heir wishes to reveal the door to another/

*Door?*

/Yes, the door that leads to the his personal rooms. Please, enter./

I nodded to the Snake and entered the door that appeared after the Snake finished speaking.

The room I had entered looked like a smaller version of the common room there was a fireplace a meter from the door I had just come through. A portrait of a man that must have been Salazar Slytherin stood above it. In front of the fireplace there was a coffee table, a couch and an armchair, all black leather with silver strips of metal going down the arm rests.

There were 2 doors along the right wall, a door to my left, and a door across from me. I looked in the door to my left first. It turned out to be a small kitchenette, complete with cupboards filled with a few plates, bowls and a few glasses, a fridge, sink, a couple of counters and a small stove. Big enough to make some tea or a small snack, considering that the meals were always in the Great Hall. But it worked for studying or small group gatherings.

The door across from the door with the snake was a bedroom, done a neutral color theme, with cream colored walls and carpet. There was a dark brown, nearly black writing desk and bed. The bed had comfortable looking ivory bed sheets. Across from the bed was a large walk in closet.

I left the bedroom to check the other 2 doors, which led to a library/study, and a private potions lab, much like the one I have in the Potter trunk.

/And who might you be boy?/ I heard as I returned to the main room. I looked up at the portrait.

*I am Harry Potter, Lord Slytherin.* I replied to the portrait who laughed.

/There is no need to call me Lord Slytherin, my true heir./

*How did you know that I am the true heir?*

/Only my true heir could see the door/

*How am I the true heir? What about Voldemort, people seem to think that he is your true heir.*

/Voldemort was born from my youngest son, and while he is a descendant of mine, he is not my true heir. You however, as the last living descendant of my eldest son and heir, you are the true heir. You were also the true heir to my true love, Rowena./

It was fascinating to talk to the founder of my house and my one of my direct ancestors. I sat in the room talking to him for a few minutes before leaving, wanting to get back to the common room before curfew.

(Dumbledore's pov)

I sat in my office, thinking about everything that was supposed to be happening this year.

I am well aware that the old diary that had belonged to Tom Riddle was back in the school. Miss Ginny Weasley should soon be opening the chamber, and begin purging the school of those unworthy of their magic.

Maybe it will make Harry take action. If the school is in danger of being closed down, the boy would do anything to make it stay open.

Perhaps we should go after someone close to him, force him into the chamber. There he would slay the beast and save the day like a good little pawn.

Ginny will be in there, naturally, as well as the chosen target. If the target dies, Harry would be forced to focus on saving the redhead, thus forging the friendship that will be the child back under my control.

The only question is, who should be the target?