Alright, friends. After much pondering, I've decided his placement. Maybe later I'll do an alternate to see how he would've done in Gryffindor. Here you go:

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"SLYTHERIN!" the hat announced.

The Great Hall froze. The famous Harry Potter, enemy of Voldemort, a Slytherin? Surely there is some mistake? Roars slid through the hall, and as the noise level rose, the teachers became frustrated.

Harry went and sat down next to Vanella, earning a glare from one Draco Malfoy. Vanella smiled at him, clearly surprised that he was placed in Slytherin, but not disappointed, he was pleased to note. "Surprise," he whispered.

"Quiet!" shouted Dumbledore, who, after speaking with Harry, was not as surprised about his Slytherin placement. "The hat does not make mistakes! Cheer and move on. Harry Potter is a Slytherin!"

The Hall cheered politely before going back to frantic whispering. The Professors finished the procession over the noise, and at the end, Dumbledore stood to speak. He looked positively thrilled to have all of his students back with him. "Welcome!" he said. "Welcome to a new year at Hogwarts! Before we begin our banquet, I would like to say a few words. And here they are: Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak! Thank you!"

The aged Professor sat back down. Everyone in the Hall clapped and laughed. Vanella leaned to ask him, "Has he gone mad?"

Harry shrugged. "It's entirely possible." He looked down at the table and was pleased to see all of the serving dishes full of food.

Vanella stared at the table in shock. "It was clear a minute ago!"

Harry, piling potatoes on his plate, told her, "It's sent through from the kitchens, underneath. It says so in 'Hogwarts, A History.' The House- Elves make it, then send it up when the time is right."

She gaped at him. "You read that book?"

"That and quite a few others." At her disbelieving stare, he continued, "I had a lot of time on my hands."

She nodded silently and went to her eating. After a bite of meat she turned to him, "In the Common Room we need to finish our conversation."

Harry nodded, knowing that this was too public a place for the conversation that needed having. Harry noted that the goons that had laughed at Draco Malfoy's earlier comment were also in Slytherin. They were on both sides of him, he being seated across the table from Harry.

Harry and Draco introduced themselves to the other and got to talking.  He's not so bad for having a Death Eater family,  Harry pondered.  Unless he's leading me on, which is entirely possible.

They finished their meals listening to the constant chatter of the new Hogwarts students and with their own private conversation regarding different topics. They meaning Harry, Vanella, and Draco.

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After the dinner, they were led the familiar-to Harry-way to the dungeons, where, apparently, the Slytherin Common Room was located. The prefects told them the password was 'sanguis,' the Latin word for 'blood,' and all they had to do was tell it to the stone statue of the wise wizard to be granted entrance.

Entering the room, Harry noticed it resembled Severus's quite a bit. The color scheme was the same, and many pieces of the furniture were similar. There was an adjoining room full of books, surprisingly, being the Slytherin Private Library.

They were pointed to the separate girl and boy first-year dorms, where all their things had already been moved. Harry's, however, wasn't, so he charmed, using a spell from one of the various books he had read, Vitesse into his invisibility cloak and sent her slithering off to Severus's chambers with a letter from Harry.

After choosing a bed in the first-year boys' dorm, across from Malfoy's, he moved back into the common room to speak with Vanella Grace Incendie.

She waited for him in the corner, a small little table with two plushy chairs located near the entrance to the private library.

"So," she said, "you're a Parseltongue, too?"

He nodded, taking a seat next to her.

"Can I talk to her? Vitesse?"

"In a few minutes. At the moment she's... she's running an errand for me."

Vanella's jaw dropped. "You're making her do errands?"

"A short one. I needed her to bring a letter to Professor Snape."

"The one in Diagon Alley?"

"Yes."

"Why were you with one of the Professors during the summer, if I'm allowed to know?"

Harry hesitated. "He is a friend of my family's, and I needed someone to take me to Diagon Alley, so he did."

"Snape is no friend of your family's; I'm not stupid enough to believe that. I know your story, Harry Potter. Just because I do not whisper around and stare at your scar does not mean I do not know things. I am no fool."

He nodded. "I was with him for reasons that I may tell you some other time. Not now, though. We just met, and I am entitled to at least that secret."

"And I respect that. I have a secret of my own."

Their eyes met, and he clutched his scar. "Ah!" He winced and leaned over, but as quick as it came, the pain was gone. Almost exactly at the moment his Emerald eyes shifted from her Sapphire ones.

She glanced at him worriedly. If his scar hurt every time he met her eyes he was bound to suspect something.

He sat back up.

"Something wrong?" Vanella asked.

"No, no, I'm fine," Harry said.

She shrugged. "If you say so. Back to business; you are a Parseltongue."

He nodded.

"But Parseltongue is hereditary, Harry. How did you...?"

It was Harry's turn to shrug. "I don't know."

She leaned back. How did this happen? Harry Potter was not only a Slytherin, but a Parseltongue. Her world had officially flipped. Suddenly Harry felt a slithering up his leg. "Oh! Vitesse is back."

He charmed the invisibility cloak off of her and took the note that had been attached to it.

~Harry-

I will bring your things upstairs when I welcome the new Slytherins in about a half-hour. Sorry it wasn't brought up already. By the way, nice charm on the cloak, and use of Vitesse for inner-house messages.

--Professor Snape~

Harry smiled.

Vitesse and Vanella were deep in conversation when he looked up.

"Who's that from?" Vanella questioned, after finishing her conversation.

"Nobody," Harry responded, hoping Vitesse wouldn't tell her.

She didn't, which was good for him. "First nobody I've seen with the ability to write with a quill."

"A friend."

"Anyone I know?"

"Maybe."

"I'll find out eventually."

"But not now."

The girl shrugged and returned to her conversation with the Cobra, making sure to hide her from the rest of the Common Room.

Harry took out a book as soon as their conversation drifted into "Girl Talk." He read about hexes and defense magic while the two females talked about Draco Malfoy, a very vast subject, apparently.

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Author's Note: It's a short chapter, I know. I wanted to get through the whole "into the common room" jig, so I could move on to bigger things. And I figured you deserved to know his house, after I ever-so-evilly left you off in the last chapter. Again, I will probably do an alternate to see what would have happened had he been a Gryffindor. But not today. Well, sorry about the cliffy, people, but I had to do it at some point in time.... Anyway, there are a lot of reviews to answer, and a particularly long (about a page typed on Word) answer to a nice flame at the end...

Reviews! Lot's of them today...

BlackSparrow: sorry about that!

Kayla Summers: I know, I know. It was evil.

Lady Lightning: I bet...

leggylover03: I know. It'll never happen again, I can almost promise...

shirriez: Yep. A cliffy. Now you know. No, I haven't written out the whole story, I write as I go along; I'm kind of a fast typer. He did, but in the alternate he will be a Gryffindor.

starangel2106: I didn't update again that night, I went to bed early because of the late nights the time before, and because like an idiot I slept in that morning (oops). Awesome, I'm up to 50 pts! (Is that good?) Anyway, no it's not prewritten; like I said, I'm kind of a fast typer.

Molly Morrison: Thanks. I know now what a Mary Sue is, although I stand behind the fact that Vanella is not one. She is not an image of me, though I took her name as my own when I created my FanFiction account. And she may have special powers that should only belong to the main character, but I think in the end, it will all turn out for the better... (I have big plans for her!).

Anora: She may, but I assure you she is not.

Oh, this should be fun, very long, but fun all the same (somewhat rude, also, ah well):

Saturnine the Possesive: Well, gee, thank you for correcting my slip of the fingers, I mean, nobody else has ever made a typing error before, why should I? (I had meant to say 'deft' but I made a little slipup. Sorry about it, but honestly! A mistake is all!) And yes, daft means exactly what I know it does, for your information. Next, for Mary Sues, Vanella is not. She is not like me, and never will be. My name has no relation to hers, whatsoever; mine is Samantha (Adams) Maxwell. The only reason my pen name is WhiteVanillaFlames is because I named it after her. I had the name Vanella Grace Incendie long before I had an account on FanFiction.Net Not to mention, I wouldn't even * think * of putting myself in the Harry Potter books. I wouldn't fit; I'm too much of myself to be a Harry Potter character: they are incredibly different than me. As for her having spectacular talents, like Parseltongue; she is Voldemort's daughter, and has a right to his abilities and power. Harry cannot be the only powerful figure in the story; the world does not revolve around him. This is my original piece, therefore I am not doing the same thing that J. K. R. did with her piece. All I am using are her characters and her places, but the ideas are mine. Well, one of my pet peeves is when people pass judgement or make assumptions: As for Vanella falling in love with another character? HA! Yea, right. You cannot read my mind, and you cannot know what I plan on doing. These characters are eleven.  When was the last time you saw an eleven-year-old head-over-heels in love with someone? If you know, tell me of one, because I don't. I'm fourteen, and I'm not even in like with someone. There is an interesting factor that Vanella will be faced with, and falling in love with one of the characters is not it. It's funny, actually, you thinking you know these things before I even do. I have a very vague sketch of this story in my head, so I find it rather fascinating that you think you know the story already, before I even filled in the details. And no, you are not right. Maybe if you paid more attention, you would notice that I used but two words of French, both of which the definition for was given later. And I'm sure you are not insulting the readers by saying they are too stupid to notice the word "Incendie" means "fire"??? They are similar, even though they are two different languages!!! Not to mention the fact that, had I used English, what word would I have used for a French last name? Honestly! How hard is it to translate "incendie"?? And I am just so hurt you think my writings are daydreams! I find it interesting, sure, that one who has also written stories would dare criticize the work and effort another writer put in. And, for you calling me an idiot? You do not know me, and have no right at all to pass judgement. And I think it is probably a good thing if you stopped reading my story, because you can shove your keyboard up your ass before I care about your apparent opinions of my writing, if I have any outlook from your review of how blind you are. Maybe you should think about other possibilities before bringing up such pointless views as to say that Vanella will fall in love, or that I put myself in this chapter. Forgive me if that's what you thought, because I suppose it's possible that Vanella would appear as a Mary Sue, but it isn't true, and you could have said something about it without going on about foundationless assumptions. But, thanks for taking the time to review, because I got quite a few laughs at bits and pieces of it.

End of Reviews.

I'm going to apologize now for anyone who was insulted by this review response, but it did make me angry. I will, once again, assure you that Vanella Grace Incendie is not a Mary Sue, then I will bite my tongue and get over it whenever someone claims she is.