A/N : I've messed with timeline in this story. Occlumency lessons started in 4th year and pensieve incident too. Sirius is a free man thanks to our OC.

English is not my native language so forgive my mistakes and please point them out in reviews.

UPDATE: I've corrected some grammar mistakes and made the story more readable. ^^

On with the story...

HP and The Heirs of Founders

Chapter 1

Another year at Hogwarts

Harry is sitting surrounded by his friends, The welcome feast for fifth year is going on, but he is just physically there, his mind is reeling the events of third task of last year's Triwizard tournament. He is still having nightmares of Cedric dying, Voldemort's return, and not to forget his connection with him.

He often wakes up screaming and damp in sweat. Uncle Vernon weren't exactly kind about it. Whenever he woke up screaming and if Dursleys' sleep was disturbed, He will thrash Harry in the middle of night which surely left bruises and a bloody broken nose. Next day his chores will be increased.

After the dementors attack, he was rescued by Order of the Phoenix, about which he knew nothing, it's headquarter was -12, Grimmauld Place. which was Sirus', his GODFATHER's house and he didn't know a thing about that either.

He has forgiven his friends a long time ago for keeping this information from him, because he knew the reason to do it was his connection with Voldemort and his failure in learning Occlumency, which was taught by none other than The bat of dungeon, greasy git Snape who stopped teaching him, because Harry invaded Snape's privacy by looking into pensieve of his memories. Harry was sorry about that and apologized to snape many times, but he ignored him and came back as bastard again. Not to mention what he saw in memories, it turned out that his father wasn't as good person as he had heard before.

He glanced at Head Table at Snape and glared at him he had kept him in detention on last day of school.

*Flashback*

In another detention in which he was cleaning the classroom ( He was not allowed in Potion Master's office after the penseive incident) he saw a photograph in ingredients cupboard. He looked at it, there were three person in it, two girls and one boy. Boy was tall pale skinned black hairs which came to his shoulders, he has seen him in the memories, it was undoubtedly Severus Snape himself and both girls were holding his arms to keep him from running.

'hmm.. not a photo fan than..' Harry thought. Before he could look at the girls a voice came from behind him.

"And just what do you think you are doing, Potter?"

He jumped and turned to look at Snape who was standing crossing his arms over his chest. Before he could take a second look at picture Snape snatched it from his hands. All he saw was Snape and brown hairs, blue eyes of one of the girls, when it was snatched.

"It was in the Cupboard, Sir. I didn't take it on purpose of invading your privacy."

"Well because you are great att respecting other's privacy, aren't you?"

"I already apologized for that Sir, I didn't mean to-" He was cut off by Snape. "Stop with babbling Potter. You will be serving detention with Mr. Filch on the last day of school."

"But-"

"Get. Out" Snape snapped.

Harry glared at him and left the classroom.

*Flashback Ended*

Snape was talking to Flitwick in low voice. Harry looked at other teachers Dumbledore was looking at students his face was calm but his blue eyes were missing the usual twinkle.

Then he saw Professor McGonagall at right side of her was a new teacher, she had pale skin, brown hairs with bangs and blue eyes. The moment she felt eyes on her, she looked at Harry. He could see no emotion on her face after meeting his eyes she lift her gaze from him and stared at her plate. After the dessert disappeared from tables, Dumbledore stood up to give the welcoming speech. Hall fell silent effectively.

"Welcome to another year at Hogwarts." He said with cheerfulness which he himself didn't feel. "The Forbidden Forest like its name is forbidden and you will find the list of the banned items outside our caretaker Mr. Filch's office. Now, welcome our new 'Defence Against the Dark Arts' faculty Professor Alexendra" few gasps were heard in the hall which converted into polite claps when Professor raised from her seat and gave a small smile and nod. All the professors were smiling besides Snape 'Naturally' Harry thought. Then headmaster asked the prefects to lead the first years into the dormitories. Hermione and Ron did that as they were selected as prefects this year.

Harry started to make his way to the tower and he managed to have a fight with Seamus on his way.

'Of course they wouldn't believe that Voldemort is back, they are the people who listen to Ministry and read Daily Prophet' Harry's train of thought was stopped by Hermione who was asking something.

"Sorry, I didn't hear you. I was... thinking something." He said.

Hermione frowned.

"Yeah mate, we heard about Seamus... don't pay attention to them bloody morons they are" Ron said. Hermione elbowed him

"Language Ronald!"

That's when Harry noticed that they were blocking the entrance to the common room. They shifted to armchairs near the fireplace.

"You were saying something?" He asked Hermione changing the subject.

"Oh yes, Harry you don't know the new professor?" she asked looking surprised.

"Um... no?"

"Honestly Harry, She was the one who helped with Sirius's Trial! It's her One of the seven most superior wizards and witches !" Hermione answered without stopping to breathe.

"You mean the International Controllers of Witchcraft and Wizardry?" Harry asked. His best friends nodded affirmatively.

"But they said she's their old friend!"

"Yes isn't it amazing?" Ron said amused.

"Yeah, maybe" Harry said absentmindedly. "We just have to see how much can she teach."

"You are right Harry" Hermione said.

They took off to their dormitories after that. Ron and Harry went straight to bed.

Harry laid thinking 'I will try and thank Alexendra for help at Sirius's trial. Without her help, he wouldn't have been free.. And would have continued to rot at Azkaban or Grimmauld Place.'

Thinking that he fell into a restless sleep.