OKay I skipped a few years so it's roughly 1942 and Minerva is sixteen in her fifth year. It's between March and June.
Chapter 54: The Heir of Slytherin
"Hey Min are you the Heir of Slytherin?" Rolanda asked as she, Minerva, Poppy, and Pamona were in the library studying.
Several attacks of petrifaction had occurred during the year and all attacks had been on muggleborns. The girls had taken to escorting Poppy everywhere she went.
Here lately there was rumor of the school being closed and Albus was refusing to speak to his star pupil about it; especially when the message found on the wall above the latest victim had spoken of the Heir of Slytherin being the cause of it all.
"Why would you ask that she's a Gryffindor," Pamona stated.
"Because the Harris family is the last known family that are direct descendant of the wizard. It's your grandfather's side," Rolanda explained.
"Ro once again you are proving you father's limited knowledge of wizard ancestry," Minerva sighed pouring over her potions essay.
"Then enlighten us oh great Minerva," Rolanda mocked.
"My Grandfather was the great-great-great-great-great-great grandson of Salazar Slytherin. My Grandmother was the great-great-great-great Granddaughter of Merlin. By all accounts we have all the powers of good and evil. Now by mother was a Slytherin the same as all of her brothers and sisters. My father was a Ravenclaw the same as all his brothers and sister. I and all of my brothers and sister are Gryffindors and when Ares comes he will be one as well. My father is the great-great-great-great-great-great grandson of Rowena Ravenclaw and Godric Gryffindor. Knowing my lineage as far back now do you honestly think that the bad out weighs the good?" Minerva explained.
"No."
"Don't think so."
"Merlin! Minerva how can you remember that much I can barely remember my potions let alone my family tree!" Rolanda blinked.
"Well there you go then," Minerva smirked, "I'm not the heir of Slytherin."
Albus,
I know for a fact that the Heir is not Minerva and nor is it Cygnus Black or any of my brothers' children. I know this because the monster in the Chamber is a Basilisk. Don't tell Minerva this because it will only frighten her more than her letters say but…the Chamber's Monster is a Basilisk.
I know this because my father has oodles of journals from before Salazar left the school. He spoke of his pet often in the journals; he was a parsaltongue you know. You find the child that speaks snake and you find your Heir. It's not a very common gift you know. Two people in the world apart from Salazar are known to speak the language and both have been out of school for several years now.
Those two were my father and me. Shocker yes considering I never go anywhere near snakes but that's why. I hope this helps.
Love,
Katherine
Albus set the letter down and sighed as he stared at his office door. Katherine had indeed helped him at least be on the look out for the right child but unfortunately it was too late. The young Hagrid boy had already been expelled for the deed though in Albus' opinion it was clear the boy was too simple to attack students.
He'd convinced Dippit let him keep the boy as the groundskeeper assistant but that was the extant of it. The boy that had started everything was free and had even been given an award. Tom Marvolo Riddle was deeply troubling and Albus knew he needed to figure out why quick.
"Poor Hagrid…at least Dumbledore helped him stay at the school," Pamona sighed as she and her three friends sat around a large tree close to the lake.
It was warm day and they were taking advantage of it.
"Yes poor Hagrid…I don't think it was by chance Tom discovered him," Minerva said chewing on a sugar quill.
"What makes you say that? You know Min you are the only one in our year that doesn't find him attractive and witty," Poppy stated.
"That's because she's in love with Dumbledore," Rolanda smirked.
"Shut up Ro," Minerva snapped.
"I don't see what you like about the Professor he's so old and….well weird," Pamona said shaking her head.
"That's what she likes about him Mona. She adores his quirks just like her mother does. You know Ms. Katherine told me Min put that twinkle in his eyes," Rolanda smirked.
"I said shut up Ro!" Minerva snapped as she pounced on her friend and the two girls went rolling. They were stopped by a solid object in swirling purple robes and bright auburn hair with a brilliant twinkle in his blue eyes.
"Girls anything wrong?" Dumbledore's voice asked kindly.
"No professor," the two chorused and scrambled off of each other.
"Very well then. Minerva your mother is on floo call in my office. She wishes to speak with you about the family trip this summer. Personally I am most looking forward to Jamaica," Albus smiled.
"Yes sir," Minerva nodded giving a small smile as she ran off.
Poppy and her friends giggled as they gave each other significant looks. Albus eyed them before setting off toward the green houses.
