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Chapter 5: The Dream
When Harry woke up, he was surrounded in darkness. He also noticed that he wasn't tired. He was feeling a great towards him also.
`Great, I'm probably dreaming,' Harry thought.
After this thought, a great wind came up. It was whipping his hair and clothes around. It also brought with it, green wisps. The wisps were a dark forest green that gave Harry a feeling of malice directed towards him. The wisp was getting thicker and started to form a column.
All of a sudden the wind stopped, and the column of green wisp formed into an old man around 6'5". He had dark forest green eyes like the wisp earlier that seemed to be boring into Harry's own. He had a tan on his face, which probably came from having Spanish ancestry. He had a flowing beard like Dumbledore's and also had a long, white beard. He wore robes the color of his eyes that had silver trim. He carried a staff that was probably seven feet in length. The staff appeared to have a bunch of little snakes coiled around the length, and at the end, had a cobra head on it.
Harry's scrutinizing of the man ended, when the man spoke to him. Even though the man appeared to be old, his voice sounded young, and carried a fire in it, like he was mad at the world.
"So, this is the one that defeated my heir at only one year old. Impressive, I daresay, but yet my heir has risen again hasn't he?" he asked this question with a malicious gleam in his eye.
"Who are you?" Harry asked, even though he knew exactly who it was.
"Well, at least we know your not Ravenclaw's heir, you sure don't have any brains." The man replied with a sarcastic sneer, "I am Salazar Slytherin."
"I thought so, what do you want?" Harry asked.
"I want nothing from you. I just merely wanted to see why my heir was fussing so much over one, scrawny little boy, who seems to have no extraordinary magical talent. You might as well be a mud blood."
"Well, you've seen me, and for all I care, you can leave and wait for your heir," here, Harry gave a sneer, "because I'll be sending him to you soon"
"You are definitely Gryffindor's heir, all that bravery, and not one brain cell in your head." Slytherin replied in an accent laced with Spanish, and begging to lean more towards a hiss.
"Have you ever wondered why my heir wanted to kill you and your father in the first place?" he asked abruptly.
Harry, surprised, responded "yes," before he could stop himself.
"Well, it's because you have important blood that flows through your veins. You even have mine." He said this with a snarl. "Though not purposely, he gave you enough of our genes through that little scar there to be able to make you my heir when he dies, unless he has a child.
"You also have Gryffindor and Hufflepuff blood running through your veins. Poor Hufflepuff, back in my time, they were a very worthy house and adversary, now they are nothing but a bunch of mudbloods and her heir is a pathetic excuse for a wizard." His voice rose as his speech went on.
"You also have two extraordinarily powerful human beings' blood through your veins. Did you know you and your father weren't Potters? Well all the Potters weren't really Potters were they?" he asked, getting amused at Harry's furious and curious face. "Your last name is really Pendragon. As in Arthur Pendragon's heir. An extremely powerful muggle, which if he would have been a wizard, would have been more powerful than Hogwarts himself. Speaking of which, you are his heir too." He gave an evil chuckle as the information processed in Harry's mind which showed, as his face began to drain of color.
"I think you have had enough information now and I don't think you need the reason why my heir killed your father, and, at this moment, is trying to devise a plan to kill you. See you on the other side of life, Mr. Pendragon" with that, Salazar Sytherin burst into the wisp again, and Harry felt himself falling forward into consciousness.
(AN: I know the animagus explanations were supposed to be the next ch., but I didn't feel like writing a lot right now. An other ch later today or tomorrow, depends on which story I want to update. Sorry. More explanations when he meets Dumbledore later on about Harry's ancestry. He will not turn into a god or anything because of his bloodlines I can tell you right now. Read my bio if you want to know why. Thanks for the reviews, I guess I'm doing' pretty good since no one has said anything bad about it, knock on wood. FF isn't being real nice to me and I have to put each chappie up, and then take it down about ten times before it loads right. Peace.)
Chapter 5: The Dream
When Harry woke up, he was surrounded in darkness. He also noticed that he wasn't tired. He was feeling a great towards him also.
`Great, I'm probably dreaming,' Harry thought.
After this thought, a great wind came up. It was whipping his hair and clothes around. It also brought with it, green wisps. The wisps were a dark forest green that gave Harry a feeling of malice directed towards him. The wisp was getting thicker and started to form a column.
All of a sudden the wind stopped, and the column of green wisp formed into an old man around 6'5". He had dark forest green eyes like the wisp earlier that seemed to be boring into Harry's own. He had a tan on his face, which probably came from having Spanish ancestry. He had a flowing beard like Dumbledore's and also had a long, white beard. He wore robes the color of his eyes that had silver trim. He carried a staff that was probably seven feet in length. The staff appeared to have a bunch of little snakes coiled around the length, and at the end, had a cobra head on it.
Harry's scrutinizing of the man ended, when the man spoke to him. Even though the man appeared to be old, his voice sounded young, and carried a fire in it, like he was mad at the world.
"So, this is the one that defeated my heir at only one year old. Impressive, I daresay, but yet my heir has risen again hasn't he?" he asked this question with a malicious gleam in his eye.
"Who are you?" Harry asked, even though he knew exactly who it was.
"Well, at least we know your not Ravenclaw's heir, you sure don't have any brains." The man replied with a sarcastic sneer, "I am Salazar Slytherin."
"I thought so, what do you want?" Harry asked.
"I want nothing from you. I just merely wanted to see why my heir was fussing so much over one, scrawny little boy, who seems to have no extraordinary magical talent. You might as well be a mud blood."
"Well, you've seen me, and for all I care, you can leave and wait for your heir," here, Harry gave a sneer, "because I'll be sending him to you soon"
"You are definitely Gryffindor's heir, all that bravery, and not one brain cell in your head." Slytherin replied in an accent laced with Spanish, and begging to lean more towards a hiss.
"Have you ever wondered why my heir wanted to kill you and your father in the first place?" he asked abruptly.
Harry, surprised, responded "yes," before he could stop himself.
"Well, it's because you have important blood that flows through your veins. You even have mine." He said this with a snarl. "Though not purposely, he gave you enough of our genes through that little scar there to be able to make you my heir when he dies, unless he has a child.
"You also have Gryffindor and Hufflepuff blood running through your veins. Poor Hufflepuff, back in my time, they were a very worthy house and adversary, now they are nothing but a bunch of mudbloods and her heir is a pathetic excuse for a wizard." His voice rose as his speech went on.
"You also have two extraordinarily powerful human beings' blood through your veins. Did you know you and your father weren't Potters? Well all the Potters weren't really Potters were they?" he asked, getting amused at Harry's furious and curious face. "Your last name is really Pendragon. As in Arthur Pendragon's heir. An extremely powerful muggle, which if he would have been a wizard, would have been more powerful than Hogwarts himself. Speaking of which, you are his heir too." He gave an evil chuckle as the information processed in Harry's mind which showed, as his face began to drain of color.
"I think you have had enough information now and I don't think you need the reason why my heir killed your father, and, at this moment, is trying to devise a plan to kill you. See you on the other side of life, Mr. Pendragon" with that, Salazar Sytherin burst into the wisp again, and Harry felt himself falling forward into consciousness.
(AN: I know the animagus explanations were supposed to be the next ch., but I didn't feel like writing a lot right now. An other ch later today or tomorrow, depends on which story I want to update. Sorry. More explanations when he meets Dumbledore later on about Harry's ancestry. He will not turn into a god or anything because of his bloodlines I can tell you right now. Read my bio if you want to know why. Thanks for the reviews, I guess I'm doing' pretty good since no one has said anything bad about it, knock on wood. FF isn't being real nice to me and I have to put each chappie up, and then take it down about ten times before it loads right. Peace.)