Chapter Three
Harry woke up his head feeling as though someone had just stuffed his head full of cotton wool. The last thing he remembered was Voldemort pointing his wand at him. Harry then noticed his present surroundings he was in a small grey cell with a small window and a door. Harry was sitting on the cold, stone floor. There was a very hard looking bed underneath the window. Harry stood up shakily and climbed on the bed, which creaked as he sat down, noticing that the window had bars covering it. From what Harry could see out of the window he had no idea of where he was. He got off the bed and walked over to the door, it was solid metal with a very small window at the top again covered with bars. He sat on the bed trying to work out what was going on. He was suddenly aware how cold the room was. He couldn't hear anything outside of this room. He searched his pockets for his wand, which had been in his pocket when he had been at Kings Cross. All Harry could find in his pockets was his prefect badge. Harry, feeling slightly more than just panicky, jumped about a foot in the air when he heard the lock on the door grind open.
"My master wishes to see you." Said a death eater, from behind his mask. The voice sounded very familiar, although Harry couldn't place it
"Stuff him, where the hell am I?" Harry shouted at the DeathEater.
"Temper, temper Mr Potter." Harry now knew who the DeathEater was he recognised the drawl of a voice. It was the father of his worst enemy at school, Lucius Malfoy. Harry had met Lucius Malfoy several times and knew he was a DeathEater; Malfoy grabbed Harry and dragged him on the long journey to the hall Harry remembered from before. His scar was started to hurt again, Harry bite his lip and turned round to face the wizard who had killed his parents.
"DeathEaters I wish to be alone with the boy." Said the cold, high-pitched voice the DeathEaters bowed at Lord Voldemort and exited the room. "Potter," spat Voldemort, "I suppose you wonder where I have taken you? You are in Hogwarts sister school."
"Hogwarts doesn't have a sister school, Hermione would have said so." Harry blurted out before he could stop himself.
"Boy, if you don't shut up I will kill you now with no explanation of where you are." Voldemort paused," Hogwarts does have a sister school and you are standing in it. We are in Ireland; Salazar Slytherin founded this school after he left Hogwarts. None of the other Hogwarts three knew where this place was until; well we will get there later won't we. Anyway Salazar Slytherin kept this school secret from them for one hundred years. Salazar accepted only the most dark of wizard children: him and his descendant taught and picked them personally. Then, no one knows whom but someone betrayed the school and Harold Gryffindor, Godrics son, came to this school and after a long battle this school was closed and left empty until now. All those in the school were killed, no one was ever told about the place. I was the first to set foot in this place for over nine hundred years." Voldemort finished his story. Harry stood there trying to take it in.
"So this was a school once." He said to himself looking around at the drab room comparing to Hogwarts which with the exception of the dungeons had at least a little colour.
"Now Potter, I have something very interesting to tell you. What do you know about your family history?" Harry looked at him strangely. "Well you don't know what I am about to tell you, No one does, Thirty five years ago I had an affair with woman who was engaged to a man already. This woman become pregnant and broke off the affair. She assumed when the boy was born that he was her husband's son seeing as he looked so much like him the same hair and everything. I looked so similar to her husband you see, one of the reasons she had the affair with me. The boy was actually mine, I did the appropriate spells you see, before she realised herself to be pregnant. I did try to see him, I told her he was mine but she didn't let me see my own son. I wanted to raise my own son, as the heir to Slytherin, not let her raise him like any other boy. But she wouldn't let me. The boy got into Gryffindor to my disgust. I saw him twice after wards, once was at his mothers funeral, I killed her, you see, revenge for not giving me my son. The second time was when I killed him too. Now, Harry haven't you guessed who my son is yet, or would you like me to tell you. Oh I'll tell you anyway I've always hated guessing games, James Potter is my son and therefore the heir to Slytherin. Which makes you not only the heir of Slytherin but my Grandson." Harry felt his stomach drop.
"Liar, I never saw you in the Mirror of Erised."
"Oh but you would have seen me in my old state when I was younger." Harry had gone if possible even paler, this seemed to amuse Voldemort. "See you do still have wizard family Harry and, more than that, Slytherin blood in you."
Suddenly the huge oak door was flung open and Harry out of the corner of his eye saw Sirius, Arabella Figg and Professor Dumbledore standing in the doorway. Harry turned round to face them; Arabella and Sirius ran towards Harry while Dumbledore walked slowly towards Voldemort. As Dumbledore walked towards him, Voldemort looked worried before shouting, "I'll get you Potter." and he apparated out of the building. That was when Harry collapsed. *** When Harry woke up he found he was in the Hospital Wing at Hogwarts. He had no recollection of getting there. He turned over on his side, to see Sirius who was in dog form sleeping on the mat next to Harry's bed. Harry lay on his back trying to remember what had happened that was when it all came rushing back to him, Voldemort, his Grandfather. Harry felt physically sick just thinking about it, there had to be a mistake. Then Harry thought about it slightly more, I'm a parselltongue, I opened the chamber of secrets, the realisation hit him: I was almost put in Slytherin, there was no mistake I am the heir of Slytherin. Sirius then awoke and turned back into human form breathing a sigh of relief when he saw Harry was awake.
"How are you then, you didn't half scare me when you collapsed I thought you had died" Sirius joked, looking very relieved. Harry forced himself to laugh.
"I'm fine." He heard himself say.
"Ron and Hermione found your wand, you dropped it, it's in your room with the rest of your stuff. They've been so worried about you."
"How long have I been gone then?" Harry asked, concerned.
"Well you had been missing about five days when we found you, you've been unconscious for about three days. Basically you've missed two Potion lessons!" Sirius answered him still looking worried, "Are you sure you're fine you look a bit pale."
"I'm fine stop worrying, you're making me worry!"
"Sorry," Sirius said, genuinely sorry.
Harry realised he was being a bit blunt with Sirius.
"Sorry,"
"What for?"
"Being horrible."
"You're not being horrible."
"Yes I am"
"No you're not"
"I am." Harry said firmly.
Sirius obviously sensing this argument was going nowhere said
"You're right you're being the most horrible, annoying, obnoxious boy I know. Better?"
"Yep."
Madame Pomfrey, then walked into the ward seeing Harry was awake she walked over him.
"Mr Black would you kindly shut up, this boy needs rest and he is unlikely to get with you around. Do something useful like telling Albus the boy's awake." Sirius scowled and stomped out the room muttering something among the lines of 'that interfering woman always poking her nose in'.
Madame Pomfrey gave Harry some potion, which Harry recognised to be a potion he had drunk last year when Cedric had died. It caused dreamless sleep so Harry drunk it in one gulp and instantly fell asleep again.
Harry woke up his head feeling as though someone had just stuffed his head full of cotton wool. The last thing he remembered was Voldemort pointing his wand at him. Harry then noticed his present surroundings he was in a small grey cell with a small window and a door. Harry was sitting on the cold, stone floor. There was a very hard looking bed underneath the window. Harry stood up shakily and climbed on the bed, which creaked as he sat down, noticing that the window had bars covering it. From what Harry could see out of the window he had no idea of where he was. He got off the bed and walked over to the door, it was solid metal with a very small window at the top again covered with bars. He sat on the bed trying to work out what was going on. He was suddenly aware how cold the room was. He couldn't hear anything outside of this room. He searched his pockets for his wand, which had been in his pocket when he had been at Kings Cross. All Harry could find in his pockets was his prefect badge. Harry, feeling slightly more than just panicky, jumped about a foot in the air when he heard the lock on the door grind open.
"My master wishes to see you." Said a death eater, from behind his mask. The voice sounded very familiar, although Harry couldn't place it
"Stuff him, where the hell am I?" Harry shouted at the DeathEater.
"Temper, temper Mr Potter." Harry now knew who the DeathEater was he recognised the drawl of a voice. It was the father of his worst enemy at school, Lucius Malfoy. Harry had met Lucius Malfoy several times and knew he was a DeathEater; Malfoy grabbed Harry and dragged him on the long journey to the hall Harry remembered from before. His scar was started to hurt again, Harry bite his lip and turned round to face the wizard who had killed his parents.
"DeathEaters I wish to be alone with the boy." Said the cold, high-pitched voice the DeathEaters bowed at Lord Voldemort and exited the room. "Potter," spat Voldemort, "I suppose you wonder where I have taken you? You are in Hogwarts sister school."
"Hogwarts doesn't have a sister school, Hermione would have said so." Harry blurted out before he could stop himself.
"Boy, if you don't shut up I will kill you now with no explanation of where you are." Voldemort paused," Hogwarts does have a sister school and you are standing in it. We are in Ireland; Salazar Slytherin founded this school after he left Hogwarts. None of the other Hogwarts three knew where this place was until; well we will get there later won't we. Anyway Salazar Slytherin kept this school secret from them for one hundred years. Salazar accepted only the most dark of wizard children: him and his descendant taught and picked them personally. Then, no one knows whom but someone betrayed the school and Harold Gryffindor, Godrics son, came to this school and after a long battle this school was closed and left empty until now. All those in the school were killed, no one was ever told about the place. I was the first to set foot in this place for over nine hundred years." Voldemort finished his story. Harry stood there trying to take it in.
"So this was a school once." He said to himself looking around at the drab room comparing to Hogwarts which with the exception of the dungeons had at least a little colour.
"Now Potter, I have something very interesting to tell you. What do you know about your family history?" Harry looked at him strangely. "Well you don't know what I am about to tell you, No one does, Thirty five years ago I had an affair with woman who was engaged to a man already. This woman become pregnant and broke off the affair. She assumed when the boy was born that he was her husband's son seeing as he looked so much like him the same hair and everything. I looked so similar to her husband you see, one of the reasons she had the affair with me. The boy was actually mine, I did the appropriate spells you see, before she realised herself to be pregnant. I did try to see him, I told her he was mine but she didn't let me see my own son. I wanted to raise my own son, as the heir to Slytherin, not let her raise him like any other boy. But she wouldn't let me. The boy got into Gryffindor to my disgust. I saw him twice after wards, once was at his mothers funeral, I killed her, you see, revenge for not giving me my son. The second time was when I killed him too. Now, Harry haven't you guessed who my son is yet, or would you like me to tell you. Oh I'll tell you anyway I've always hated guessing games, James Potter is my son and therefore the heir to Slytherin. Which makes you not only the heir of Slytherin but my Grandson." Harry felt his stomach drop.
"Liar, I never saw you in the Mirror of Erised."
"Oh but you would have seen me in my old state when I was younger." Harry had gone if possible even paler, this seemed to amuse Voldemort. "See you do still have wizard family Harry and, more than that, Slytherin blood in you."
Suddenly the huge oak door was flung open and Harry out of the corner of his eye saw Sirius, Arabella Figg and Professor Dumbledore standing in the doorway. Harry turned round to face them; Arabella and Sirius ran towards Harry while Dumbledore walked slowly towards Voldemort. As Dumbledore walked towards him, Voldemort looked worried before shouting, "I'll get you Potter." and he apparated out of the building. That was when Harry collapsed. *** When Harry woke up he found he was in the Hospital Wing at Hogwarts. He had no recollection of getting there. He turned over on his side, to see Sirius who was in dog form sleeping on the mat next to Harry's bed. Harry lay on his back trying to remember what had happened that was when it all came rushing back to him, Voldemort, his Grandfather. Harry felt physically sick just thinking about it, there had to be a mistake. Then Harry thought about it slightly more, I'm a parselltongue, I opened the chamber of secrets, the realisation hit him: I was almost put in Slytherin, there was no mistake I am the heir of Slytherin. Sirius then awoke and turned back into human form breathing a sigh of relief when he saw Harry was awake.
"How are you then, you didn't half scare me when you collapsed I thought you had died" Sirius joked, looking very relieved. Harry forced himself to laugh.
"I'm fine." He heard himself say.
"Ron and Hermione found your wand, you dropped it, it's in your room with the rest of your stuff. They've been so worried about you."
"How long have I been gone then?" Harry asked, concerned.
"Well you had been missing about five days when we found you, you've been unconscious for about three days. Basically you've missed two Potion lessons!" Sirius answered him still looking worried, "Are you sure you're fine you look a bit pale."
"I'm fine stop worrying, you're making me worry!"
"Sorry," Sirius said, genuinely sorry.
Harry realised he was being a bit blunt with Sirius.
"Sorry,"
"What for?"
"Being horrible."
"You're not being horrible."
"Yes I am"
"No you're not"
"I am." Harry said firmly.
Sirius obviously sensing this argument was going nowhere said
"You're right you're being the most horrible, annoying, obnoxious boy I know. Better?"
"Yep."
Madame Pomfrey, then walked into the ward seeing Harry was awake she walked over him.
"Mr Black would you kindly shut up, this boy needs rest and he is unlikely to get with you around. Do something useful like telling Albus the boy's awake." Sirius scowled and stomped out the room muttering something among the lines of 'that interfering woman always poking her nose in'.
Madame Pomfrey gave Harry some potion, which Harry recognised to be a potion he had drunk last year when Cedric had died. It caused dreamless sleep so Harry drunk it in one gulp and instantly fell asleep again.
