The problem of finding out the real Slytherin heir still remained a problem. With the real Founders deciding that it would be a test for the five to find it, Luna was out of the group over this discussion as she knew who the Slytherin heir was. The others tried to ask her but she said that the Founders had taken an oath from her and hence she'd not reveal the person unless they all find him.

Hermione had already started to work on in order to find the real Slytherin heir while Neville was still coping up with this newly revealed secret that he was a Founder's heir. The fact that Dumbledore wasn't as nice as the old man made himself appear also surprised Neville. This raised the question that whether or not Dumbledore was responsible for Neville's parents' current condition. He decided to ask his grandma about it, hiding the fact that he was Hufflepuff's heir. It had been decided by them five that others didn't need to know their secret now.

Ginny Weasely was one angry girl in Gryffindor at the moment. The reason was Harry. He was not paying any attention towards her. he couldn't understand why had she not talked to him that day on the school grounds when Harry was out on the grass with Hermione and Gohan. His mother was sending her letters after letters to try harder to seduce the boy but she could see no way. Plus Ron was screwing up his life since the day his 'friendship' with Harry had been over. Dumbledore had not paid attention towards her brother since then as he'd finally realised that Ron was up to no good. The boy only knew how to eat and feel jealous. She knew it would ultimately be upon her to get Harry in her clutches. She'll then get married to him and be known as Lady Potter. Maybe it was a good thing that Harry didn't know how rich he actually was. With him still being in the dark, she'll take away his wealth and then as planned, she'll leave him with a broken heart. Perhaps it was time that her mother was to send her avail of amortentia.

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With the Christmas holidays approaching fast as the snow started falling over the castle, the school decided to have a last Hogsmead weekend before the holidays. Students were excited. The seniors were planning their dates while many of the third and fourth years were making lists of stuff they'd need to buy as their stocks were running low.

With Neville deciding to stay back in the castle, planning to spend the day with Luna, Harry, Hermione and Gohan boarded the carriage for Hogsmead. The journey was quiet until they stepped ground in the small village. The crowd seemed energised as most of it were Hogwarts students, like always as the small village didn't have a population more than a few hundreds. Without an argument the three made their first stop to the bookstore as the group had two out of three major studying children. With Harry now improving greatly in his academics, he still wasn't as studious as Hermione or Gohan who both had confidently secured the first and second place in their year. Harry wasn't far behind as he was tossing between the fifth and sixth position. He was happy with that position as he had no intention of surpassing his friends in academics and he wanted to enjoy some of his free time. Maybe Quidditch practices were to be blamed for that. Still, he liked Quidditch and he wouldn't abandon the sport.

Two hours later the group of three were sitting inside three Broomsticks having a light lunch. The day was good until Hermione noticed something, an act which was noticed by Gohan.

"Hermione?" he asked, looking at her.

"It's nothing," she said.

Gohan knew she was lying but didn't force for it. He understood she didn't want to tell them now. He however looked towards the direction where Hermione was looking and saw a group of Slytherins with Malfoy included.

"Wondering who the Slytherin heir could be?" Harry asked, already knowing Hermione's intentions.

"Hoping it not to be Malfoy," she said.

"He isn't," Harry said. "From what we know and don't, I am sure Draco isn't Slytherin's heir.

"But look at his family-line," Hermione said. "Every Malfoy has been sorted in the house of Slytherin."

"So is Crabbes' and Goyles' and Parkinsons' and many others," Harry said.

"Maybe we should look for those who actually don't act like the rest of the Slytherin house students," Gohan said.

"What do you mean?" Harry asked.

"Well, as far as we know, Slytherin wasn't all about blood purity and arrogance," Gohan said. "Well, the latter might still be in him a little bit but he wasn't a pure blood fanatic."

"I've been thinking the same since some time," Hermione said.

"So look for some Slytherin who actually doesn't care much about blood purity?" Harry asked. "That doesn't appear a hard job."

"But do you see one?" Gohan asked. "I mean, even if that person isn't all that worried about blood and all, but living in the house of the snakes, amidst those who actually take blood statues a bit too seriously, you've got to blend in good enough to not be their target."

"He's right," Hermione said.

"So it's not as easy as we thought it would be," Harry said.

"Oh, it is easy," Gohan said with a smile.

"How?" Harry asked.

"We just have to look who's acting to try and blend in with them," Gohan said.

"You mean read their minds?" Hermione asked, surprised.

"No!" Gohan said. "We just need to observe them as closely as possible. Turns out, I am a good character reader so it'd be better if you guys leave this job to me."

"If you're sure you can do it then fine," Harry said.

"But the founders gave this job to you, Harry," Hermione said.

"We can talk to them through Luna," Gohan said. "Ask them if it's alright for me to do it. What's there in asking?"

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While Dean and Seamus were a far better company than Potter, Ron was hungry as the two wouldn't buy him stuff. He had just enough money to spare his lunch in the Three Broomsticks. He wanted the candies of Honeydukes and without Potter, it wasn't appearing to be a possibility. Dean and Seamus were bastards who wouldn't spare money for their friend. These lots weren't as rich as Potter but they could at least offer him one candy! So cheap of them!

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Standing at the entrance of the dark forest, Lucius, Goyle and a still weak but almost recovered Barty waited for the sun to set. It would all begin soon once they acquire their dark lord.

As the sun hit the horizon and began to go lower, the clouds over the forest began to get thick as well. The time was right and so the three along with the house elf on their tow, entered the forest. Barty rolled up his sleeve and pressed his wand on the dark mark, making the snake in it slither. The other two also felt it in their hands and were sure others would've got the message. They were also sure that their master had also known of their presence.

After hours of walk later and almost getting drenched in the heavy rain, the three reached the small cave Lucius was told about. Lighting their wands, they entered.

"My Lord?" Barty muttered. "My Lord, where are you?"

No answer came so Barty didn't said another word but then they heard a snake's crawling on the stony floor of the wet cave. In the scary silence, they could easily hear the creature's hiss and from experience Lucius knew it was a large snake, large as in as large as a python. Taking the lead like all times, Lucius started walking with a faster pace, the other three following him close.

What they saw was horrifying in its own way. On a stony throne say a small, boney figure that appeared to be melting away with time as its skin was slimy and shiny. The figure was drinking from a small vial Lucius knew was snake poison. And seeing the large snake, Malfoy knew who the poison bearer was. It was those red eyes that Lucius recognised.

"My Lord!"

"Lucius, you came," came a hissing voice from the small figure. "Appears as if not all of them betrayed me."

"I can never betray you, My Lord," Lucius said, kneeling on the cold floor. Barty junior and Goyle following him. the elf covered and whimpered in fear recognising who this figure was.

"Oh, you did betray me, Lucius," Voldemort said. "But unlike others, it wasn't that big a betrayal. At least you came when I called for you. I see two others. Where are the rest?"

"Some of your most loyal ones are in Azkaban, My Lord," Lucius said. "Others, I have no idea. I tried reaching to them but they wouldn't allow me to." A little lie was not a bad thing especially when Lucius wanted to be Voldemort's closest companion, just like Bella used to be in the last war.

"You couldn't get them out?" Voldemort asked.

"Forgive me, My Lord," Lucius said; bowing lower, his head was inches above the cold floor. "I tried my best but could not succeed completely."

"Well you tried," Voldemort said. "And being a generous man I wouldn't kill you for that."

"Thank you, My Lord," Lucius said.

"But then you failed, too," Voldemort said. "You were late in finding me, Lucius. You never tried hard enough to free my most loyal ones out of Azkaban. Also, you failed to gather those who are still free. I will punish you as it has now become necessary. You are too valuable for me to kill you, Lucius but for your failures, you will be punished."

"My Lord?" Lucius whimpered. He could not even see how fast the snake bit him. he only realised this when he felt excruciating pain all over his body.

"A very special friend of mine, you see," Voldemort said. "Nagini is the one who looked after me after you all abandoned your master. Worry not, Lucius. Her poison won't kill you. Like I said, you are too important for me to lose."

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Dumbledore didn't know what to do. His plans with Harry were looking bleak. The boy had taken control of his life and now he knew Harry had lost faith in him. It was so not right. Black was still missing and according to his Order, none of them had seen him. That was another problem. With Black still out there, Dumbledore knew his legal guardianship over the boy was in a vulnerable state as being Chief Warlock; he could nullify Harry's emancipation. That would raise some doubts against him but then it will die eventually. None in magical Britain was as smart or wise as him. The minister was always looking towards powerful people for advices and Dumbledore was his chief advisor. But then if Black was out there and if he could succeed in finding out a way to prove his innocence then Dumbledore was sure his guardianship over Harry would be lost and as his senses were already warning him that there was a possibility of Sirius doubting his leadership, Dumbledore couldn't let Harry in Sirius' guardianship.

It was all thanks to that Weasely boy. He knew he was being too trusty towards Arthur's youngest son even though that boy was too dumb to be even admitted. If not for his plans, Ron could never have been invited inside Hogwarts. That boy was as weak as a squib and only mere luck had made him a magical. Had he been born a minute late Ron was then sure to be a squib. That boy had failed him greatly and now Dumbledore could only rely on Ginny and Molly for his plans for Harry. He knew that if motivated Molly was a force to be reckoned with. Just like she'd got her clutches over Arthur, Dumbledore was sure Ginny was her mother's daughter. The holidays were here and he could only hope Molly would stand upon his trust.

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The express stopped at platform 9¾ and the students started to flood out of it. Gohan, Hermione, Harry, Neville and Luna boarded off the train. Gohan had told Neville and Luna about his half saiyan heritage and Neville was shocked to no end until Gohan showed him an energy ball he'd created using his ki.

"So you really have thought through with this?" Hermione asked.

"I have," Harry said. "I sent Dobby last night with the message. I am going to spend the holidays in my ancestral home with Sirius."

"Do you know how to get there?" Neville asked.

"Ragnok sent me the portkey a week ago," Harry said. "Would that be okay if I invite you guys on Christmas Eve?"

Everyone agreed as they all departed their ways. Harry portkeyed to his home while Gohan teleported. Others went with their parents and grandma. Neville's grandma was rather not surprised seeing her grandson a bit more confidant. He had wrote back home how he was improving greatly in Harry and his friends' company. She was happy for him.

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The school was empty of the students save for a few fifth and seventh years who had stayed back to prepare for their OWLs and NEWTs. Undisturbed inside his office, Dumbledore locked his office door, ordering the gargoyle to not let anyone pass until he was informed, not even a house elf. Giving out a sigh, he sat on his chair and took out an ancient, worn out coin. He shivered for a moment, knowing the consequences of what he was about to do. He hated it but he could see the future without his plans and wishes. He needed them all under his control. He needed power from them. He needed to continue being their leader and for all these, for the betterment of the magical world, Dumbledore knew it was important for him to call for help. Taking a deep breath he rolled the coin three times in his hand and tapped his wand on it. He then took out a knife, made a small cut in his left thumb and had a drop of blood fall on the coin. The cut healed itself automatically as soon as Dumbledore's blood made contact with the coin. The coin then started to glow brightly, almost lighting up the entirety of his office in a bright flash. Fawkes screeched loudly. The mighty creature's voice expressed fear and worry. Dumbledore looked at his bonded, giving a faint smile to Fawkes.

"I am sorry, Fawkes," he said. "I have no other way." And then he looked at the glowing coin which was red hot and had started to smoke up Dumbledore's unbreakable-charmed desk. The old man stood up, his eyes wet and wide with fear and respect. "With the cost of my soul, my anchor, and my life, I hereby declare to be in your need. Rise Thawrk and help your servant who seeks your help for his world."

Dumbledore closed his eyes as a tear drop fell from them. Opening, there were no eyes but blackness before his eyes appeared back. The coin had stopped glowing and now rested on the burnt desk like nothing had happened to it. Dumbledore turned towards the perch where his bonded Fawkes lay dead. The immortal creature had died, its soul being exposed to the filth of this entity. The might creature knew the moment it saw its master say those words.

The soul of Hogwarts shivered when it felt the presence of the signature its soul knew was very ancient and powerful and dark. What had Dumbledore done in his desperation over a meek dream! Her heirs weren't ready. Her guardian didn't exist at the moment. She was weak and this presence had made her feel a lot weaker. She didn't know if she could resist this anymore. With Fawkes gone, there was no one to preserve her powers and magic to repel the negativity or at least keep it at bay. She knew even the Founders were worried. Why wouldn't they be? They were the only ones who know what had happened. It would only be better to trade this with Voldemort. That fool old bastard had done an unforgivable act whose consequences would be experienced by everyone – the magical and the mundane. Hogwarts knew her Founders needed to send Luna the message to let Harry know who the Slytherin heir was so that unless her guardian arrives, they could stall the threat. Something needed to be done or else no one was to survive this. Hogwarts knew Voldemort was out there and that this new threat would attract his attention. And knowing Tom for seven years, Hogwarts knew how he'd be attracted towards it like a moth is attracted towards light. Voldemort only needed to get the wind of what this threat could do.

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A/N: I created this new character that will come in the later parts. Though I haven't planned it yet, the story won't be stretched up until Harry and group's seventh years. It can/ cannot happen.

I'm Open for ideas...

Thanks for reading...

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