hey eveyone how it going? i know stupid question but what else can I ask is this crazy time... either way enjoy this new chapter

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Sirius Black had never been more confused in his life. While the dementors had scattered his brain and he often thought he was someplace else, when in fact he never even left Azkaban, and here he was actually out of Azkaban. He was sure of it this time, when he often thought he was someplace else he was still always ice cold. Now, while he wasn't exactly warm, he was in a warm dry place, something his cell had never been in the whole twelve years he was in it. If that wasn't enough to convince him he wasn't in Azkaban, the person who brought him to the house was, he never forgot how Lord Voldemort looked.

He hadn't seen anyone since he came to, wherever he was. He'd seen a few people when he arrived, but he was too scared and confused to talk to them or make any sense of what was happening around him. From then on he was put in a locked room, and a house elf delivered all his meals, and potions, which at first he refused to take any of them. After a brief, but informative visit from Tom Riddle, he obeyed any orders that were given to him.

Tom, when he visited Sirius, had explained the events of the past ten years to the disenchanted man, and the reasons that had led Lily, James, and even his Mate Remus to join him, and the things that had happened leading up to Lily and James's deaths. How they had discovered Dumbledore's disgusting actions, Tom's love for them, and how he had taken Harry away, and was now keeping him safe, happy, and truly loved. With the promise that as soon as he was deemed healthy and recovered from his over decade long stay in Azkaban, he would be able to meet the new Harry, if Harry wanted to meet him that is.

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Nathair had to stay away from the safe house to allow the new, mostly deranged from their stay near Dementors, inhabitants to get better. But now most of them, with the help of the healers, potions, and spells, were sane again, or as sane as they were before they were sent to Azkaban. For Bellatrix Lestrange that wasn't all that sane, she had been very unstable before her incarceration. All the previous generations of Blacks and their inbreeding hadn't helped and even at a young age she showed the beginnings of insanity, but at that point the mental breaks were few and far between. When she was her normal self she was a wonderful person to be around, if a little blood thirsty, but her husband loved that about her, and wanted to be with her despite her questionable sanity.

Now after having received the most help from the healers, and the support of her, also healed husband, who was healed before her so that he would be able to help with her recovery. She was allowed to go out and about around the house and the grounds, her husband accompanying her, except when her sister Narcissa visited and told her about everything that had happened. Though at Tom's request she left Nathair out of her stories, as until Tom was ready, Nathair was to remain a secret. Soon Tom planned on having a full meeting with all of his followers, those that had, and hadn't gone to prison. He wanted to introduce his son, his heir, to them.

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"Welcome my faithful followers, it has been a long time since we have all been together. Though the time that has been wasted, hasn't been in vain. The fact that the world is now unprepared for our return, I have gained the best thing in my life because of it. Allow me to introduce you to my heir, my son, Nathair Calder Slytherin."

As Tom finished saying his name Nathair appeared from where he had been hiding in the shadows behind his father's throne. Most of the followers, excluding the ones that had known about him, gasped in shock. As far as any of them knew Tom had never shown any interest in anybody, man or woman.

"My lord, are you sure he is your son?" Asked one very brave or very stupid death eater.

"He is, I am sure of it. If anyone even thinks about harming him, or using him to gain favor with me, I can tell you now your efforts will be in vain, and will not be tolerated. While we didn't use much force in the last war, except when the situation demanded it, that will not be changing now, but we will be taking more action. I want Dumbledore and all who follow him and his ideals to be destroyed. The light will pay for all the misdeeds they have done. We will win this time, I refuse to rest until Dumbledore is gone."

Bellatrix was the first to get to talk to Tom after the meeting, she had so many questions, and like her fellow death eaters, they focused on their new prince.

"How is it that you have a son, Tom? From how old he looks, he would have been born before your defeat, why are we only hearing about him now?" Asked Bellatrix, her wild and curly hair flying around her face.

"You're right he was born before I was defeated, and you have met him before. In fact you and his parents were so much more than friends you were named his Godmother."

"Harry?... What? I thought... When did you... How..."

"Dumbledore got to him first, he even went so far as to place him with his muggle relatives, Lily's horrible sister, and her husband-"

"How dare he! I'll kill him, nobody will be able to stop me. I'll kill him," screeched Bellatrix as she pulled out her new wand and stormed all the way to the door. She got the door opened before her sister and brother in law grabbed her arms pulling her, kicking and screeching, back into the room.

Like everyone else who had been imprisoned, her original wand had been snapped, but thankfully in the wizarding world it was a tradition to keep deceased family members' wands and over the years most families had amassed quite a large collection. When Tom had set up the safe house he had gathered all the wands he could in hopes that some of them would be compatible with his old and new followers. Once they were deemed well enough they were taken to the room full of wands and were able to find a new wand to weald.

"He will be taken care of in due course, but we are in no position to make such a huge move at the present time, if we did we would doubt be hunted down and we would never be able to recover. At least not in our lifetimes. We need to destroy him first, we must try and take over whenever and wherever possible, I want to crush them from the inside out."

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"Are you sure I should go father?" Asked Nathair as he tucked a strand of his shoulder length hair behind his ear and away from his face as he finished packing his trunk.

"I had always thought of sending you back, I might not have wanted to, but it is necessary. I need you there. With the plans to bring down Dumbledore coming to a boil, I need you there to spy on him. Besides, with all that you have learned these past three years, you will out match all of the other students, and will be able to defend yourself."

"Alright father. At least I no longer look anything like Harry Potter." The three years he had spent away from the light, along with the adoption potion, and improved health, brought on by nutrient potions, and actually being able to eat for once, Nathair now looked nothing like his former self. His eyes only had the slightest green tint with a shade that was like a deep forest, and his hair which hadn't been very dark was now such deep shade black it had a blue sheen to it. It had grown out into thick slightly wavy locks that barely grazed his shoulders, and pale skin that glowed. All in all he looked, and acted nothing like Harry Potter. And best of all he wasn't as weak as he had been the first time he went to Hogwarts, his father was right. With all the years of training he was at the learning equivalent of a seventh year, maybe further with Bella's unusual help. Even if she wasn't completely mad, she was blood thirsty, and enjoyed causing pain, but unlike some people she did have some control and didn't hurt people at random. It was something that she made sure to teach Nathair and while he wasn't as crazy as Bella he did take to it rather well and knew how to use it to his advantage as did the other dark wizards and witches who knew that to get what you want you have to get your hands dirty.

"And at least I'll have Draco this time around. The first time, I knew no one, and nothing about this world. Now you have made me better, stronger than I used to be, I want to make you proud that you made me your son."

"You have. You have exceeded my wildest dreams, my child. Which is why I am sure you will be safe once you return to the castle. And don't forget to visit Tanis for me, she has been all alone in the chamber for over fifty years, even since I left school."

"I won't forget father," said Nathair as he placed his things into his new trunk. "I can't wait to meet her, she sounds so amazing, and she's lived all these years. She must know so much, I hope we packed enough giant rats for her. Thank goodness you shrunk them and spelled them to be weightless, there's almost seven hundred pounds of them you got for her. Nagini was very jealous when she saw them. Hopefully you can get some for her and that will calm her down for now."

"Yes, well Nagini is a very jealous snake. Tanis liked the last ones I got for her and being as large as she is they do fill her stomach better than regular rats, and I know how much she hates not getting much fresh food. Now do you have your sweater? Do you have your extra wand hidden? What about the five emergency portkeys I made for you?"

"Yes dad I have everything I need. I have the one around my neck, the invisible ring, the extra two in my trunk, and the belt."

Tom was worrying over Nathair like he would never see him again even though he was just going to Hogwarts, at his own wishes mind you. Because even though it was his idea it didn't stop him from worrying.

"I'm allowed to worry about you, I haven't had you further away from me than a short walk or a floo, in over three years, and even then you were with people I trusted not like now when you are heading right to Dumbledore. That all by itself can make me worried. With the Triwizard Tournament coming up, things will be hectic."

"I understand father, but you're the one who wants me to go, needs me to go, the one who's given me years of lessons and training. Besides, I know you will be watching after me, I know you too well for you not to."

Tom didn't dare to take Nathair to the train station himself, he had taken Nathair over to Malfoy manor beforehand, to allow Lucius and Narcissa to take him with them when they took Draco for the new school year.

As the four of them stepped onto the platform Nathair gazed around taking in the sight he hadn't seen for almost three years. As he looked around at the crowded station he looked for familiar faces, of both friends and foes. The tattle tale red hair was a giveaway to who was both friend and foe. The Weasley's were as loud and rambunctious as ever. Taking up a large amount of space and were oblivious to the dark glares they were getting from parents and children alike. It seemed that they were disturbing not only Nathair with their very presence, but also the surrounding families that were saying goodbye to their children.

Hermione was there with them being as rude as the rest of the group, except for two identical red heads that were standing as far away as possible from the rest of their family. They were giving the screeching group heated looks as they whispered quietly to each other.

Looks like they haven't changed, thought Nathair as he looked at the two. Watching them as they snuck away onto the train, away from their loving family. Nathair knew he would want to talk to them. Before he left Nathair knew that they didn't really get along with their family, except for Charlie, they were a little too dark grey for their light family. Not that they were smart enough to realize that their loving brothers and sons weren't light like them.

Nathair, besides his father's plans, had a few of his own, one's that his father knew all about and approved of. While he was returning Nathair wanted to talk to old friends and hopefully be friends with them again.

Turning towards the distinguished blond couple he saw as family Nathair said goodbye, and took off with Draco towards the train to get their own compartment. Once in their own compartment they sat down and waited for the rest of their friends to find them and ride with them to Hogwarts.

As Pansy and Draco talked, while Blaise and Theo played chess, and Nathair stared out the window at the passing by countryside, not that he paid attention to it. His mind was distracted. The past few weeks Nathair had had his mind on a specific person. The person was weighing heavily on his mind. Though he didn't let anyone know about it. He was worried about what would happen if anyone knew that he liked him, there were so many factors that came into play. For all his intelligence none of it helped him in this situation.

Out of the corner of his eye Draco looked over at Nathair in concern. He could see that his friend was worried about something, and he didn't think it had anything to do with where they were headed. In fact Nathair seemed to be in a rush to get to Hogwarts, and it wasn't because he was in a hurry to be near Dumbledore again. It was like he wanted to escape, but from what Draco had no idea. Nathair was happy with his newlife away from the lying, stealing, murderous, light side. He loved his family, he even got along with Bellatrix, who was the definition of crazy, but seemed to love Nathair with every being of her crazy self.

Draco had an idea about who Nathair had been thinking so much about, but if he was wrong he didn't want to embarrass himself or Nathair by bringing it up. Draco decided to wait and watch his friend and learn more before trying to talk to him.

As they neared Hogwarts Pansy left to change in the bathroom around the corner, while the four boys changed in the compartment. When the train pulled into Hogsmeade station Nathair went with the fourth year Slytherin's instead of with the first years on their boat ride to the castle.