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A/N- Wow! More than 100 reviews! I have to express my shock and happiness. Before anything else, A BIG HEARTY THANKS TO EVERYONE OF MY REVIEWERS. You made my day, and I also appreciated your input and suggestions.
Speaking of which, certain votes are still open. There is still the chance to influence my decision 'winks'.
Regarding Light or Dark Harry, I have to say that, till now, almost everyone either wanted a Dark Harry that continued under Voldemort, or a Dark One, but who doesn't follow the Dark Lord. I will try to make a compromise. Rest assured, Harry will still stay darker than a Black Hole unless there are a lot of votes against it. (For now which there practically aren't any) We will take things as it goes.
As for Animagus, I perfectly understand why some of you guys don't want Harry to have one. I agree too. It sure is overused. So, unless I manage to find how to weave a plot into it, Harry probably won't have an Animagus form. For now.
Same goes to romance. Seems like quite a lot are against it. So we will keep it in the 'No Romance' state for now.
One thing that amazed me was that how some people seem to hate Keith. I can say I'm not planning to make him into some stuck-up, arrogant git or a useless wimp.
Next, House sorting. Right now, I must admit that I'm leaning towards a Ravenclaw!Harry to throw suspicion off him. But I will probably decide by the next chapter, when Harry goes to Hogwarts.
However, I have come to a decision on Keith. He will be a Hufflepuff. But no way will he be useless or powerless. He is there because of his loyalty. And as seen from the previous chapter, he is friends with Gryffindor Ronald Weasley and a Ravenclaw (Yes, I'm not kidding) Hermione Granger (who is best friends with a senior Cho Chang).
Lastly, Harry will be going to Hogwarts for his sixth year. He, of course, will be going under a different identity, though he does not need to cover up his appearance. Some of you seem under the impression that Keith and Co. has seen Harry's face, which isn't true. Harry was wearing his usual outfit, including the shrouding hood.
I also admit I made a mistake. The Firestorm Curse mentioned in the previous chapter is actually the Storms of Hell curse that was used by Voldemort in Chapter 2.
Okay, enough with this long author's note. Without further ado, lets get on with the story.
Chapter 5: The Heritage
The following morning's copies of the Daily Prophet had just been sent out to all its subscribers. In the headline news was the following article.
Death-Eaters attack the Quidditch World Cup; Thousands killed
The atmosphere during the Quidditch World Cup yesterday experienced a vast change. From an electrifying and thrilling atmosphere, to one of terror and death; for yesterday, in the fields of Aylesbury where the Finals of the Quidditch World Cup between Ireland and Bulgaria were held, approximately 500 Death-Eaters had Port-Keyed to the scene and began killing Aurors and civilians indiscriminately.
According to Albus Dumbledore, Supreme Mugwump of the International Confederation of Wizards and Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot, nearly 600 Aurors and Hit Wizards had been killed, in addition to about a staggering 48000 spectator deaths.
The Daily Prophet has also just received news that the Minister for Magic, Cornelius Fudge, along with high-ranking Ministry officials such as Amelia Bones, Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, Bartemious Crouch, Head of the Department of International Magical Co-operation, and Loretta D'Micheals, Head of the Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes had all perished yesterday at the event.
It has been confirmed that they had all died under the hand of the Dark Heir, who along with He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named himself, were present during the battle.
The Quidditch World Cup Finals were given the green light by the Ministry to continue despite the threat of You-Know-Who and his followers. The Ministry had supposedly raised impenetrable wards and extreme security measures so that "Dark Wizards have no chance in disrupting the event", according to a Ministry spokesman 2 days before the World Cup.
We also report with regret that at the same time yesterday, the Death-Eaters carried out major attacks on our neighboring countries. Casualties till now is still unknown. The city of Translyvania has also openly pledged its allegiance and full support to You-Know-Who.
The Ministry were reportedly proud of the security, but look what had happened? The question now is, can we really trust our government in ensuring our safety? Or is it just a defunct organization that do not seem to take You-Know-Who's threat seriously?
This reporter is of the opinion that the Ministry has proved, time and again, unable to defend the people. Officials had always dismissed the threat as one that will be solved in due time. When is this time going to come? Is it possible to still have faith in a government that has continually let its people down, or will we be doomed to the darkness?
Rita Skeeter
Daily Prophet Correspondent.
In the Hall of Eternity, location classified
The Hall of Eternity was now the standard meeting place for the Order of the Phoenix. Ever since Godric's Hollow had been destroyed more than a decade ago, Dumbledore had always been on the search for a new Headquarters. It was perhaps his good luck that, 8 years ago, he managed to find a small chamber built by Rowena Ravenclaw and Helga Hufflepuff themselves, just before their deaths.
It was really no surprise. He would usually find new rooms and chambers every now and then, a testament to the size of Hogwarts. He had to compete though, with caretaker Argus Filch and the Weasley twins Gred and Forge. In the room he found a set of manuscripts, one of which had talked about a smaller castle, one that was safely hidden, that belonged to the 2 lady founders, lying deep in the Scottish moors.
After some searching, the Order had located the castle (with a lot of help from the directions in the manuscript). It was fairly large. But what shocked them was its beauty. It was built so luxuriously that it would put every single one of the Malfoy properties to shame.
The Hall of Eternity, a large hall built almost completely of glass and crystal, gave one a sense of peace and made one feel as though time had stopped (thus its name) was immediately chosen as the main meeting place for the Order.
Currently though, a somber mood had overtaken the massive Hall, where an Order Meeting is about to take place. Hush whispers and conversations were flying all around, no doubt about the massive assault that had taken place the previous day.
To most, it opened a whole new meaning to the word: Terror. It is something only death and destruction of this great scale can evoke. To the older wizards though, it heightened fear to the point they had only felt more than 50 years ago, when the whole world, both Magical and Muggle alike was in war caused by antagonists Adolf Hitler and the Dark Lord Adlar Grindelwald.
Saint Mungo's was nearly overflooded by the amount of wounded. Some even had to be Port-Keyed to magical hospitals in neighboring countries, not that they weren't filled too.
Four teenagers were allowed to sit in the conference, due to the fact that they had managed to see the Dark Heir in action, and come out relatively unscathed, save for Ronald Weasley, who still felt the occasional spasms, aftermath of the Cruciatus Curse.
All conversations though, came to a halt with the arrival of one Albus Dumbledore. The old coot had just recuperated from his wounds, caused when he was impaled by no less than 6 long electrified steel spikes.
"There is nothing I can say that will alleviate the shock and hopelessness that is present in everyone. But I will say this- We must not lose hope. The Light will always triumph over the Dark. If we lose hope, then we would have completely lost our battle with the Dark. We still have a chance at winning. Voldemort (everyone flinched) will be defeated.
As he said that, Dumbledore turned to look at Keith, who squirmed under his gaze.
Speaking of which, Keith Potter now wondered for the umpteenth time, how is it ever possible for him to be the Prophecy child. Ever since he was 10 and his father had explained the contents of the prophecy to him, he had always wondered how on earth was he to defeat Voldemort.
His two years in Hogwarts was interesting, to say the least. He had first had to get over the shock and ridicule (from the Slytherins) for being placed in Hufflepuff. Most, including Dumbledore had expected Keith Potter, the World's Savior, to be a brave, noble Gryffindor.
'World's Savior…?'
There was a disgusted expression on Keith's face as he thought about this. Ever since an unknown Order member (who still had not owned up) had let slip to the Ministry, the contents of the Prophecy, they had made him out to be some sort of an eventual defeater of Voldemort and a savior to the wizarding world. Hell, he was hounded by reporters everytime he went out with his parents. That is why it is not surprising that Keith hated his fame with a passion.
While Keith may not admit it, he was no ordinary wizard. His magical ability was slightly higher than those his age. Keith also seemed to have an affinity with Charms and Defense against the Dark Arts. (He was already done with the 4th year Charms and DADA texts).
But yesterday… Yesterday Keith had been shown what true power is. He had felt the amount of pure, unadulterated power emanating from the heir of Voldemort. It shocked him no end. From what Keith had heard, You-Know-Who's heir was supposedly very young, probably a teenager too. If this is the amount of power the Dark Heir possessed, then he need not think about Voldemort.
'Don't talk about Voldemort. Hell, his heir could probably kick my ass even if there is a hundred of me'.
He had been so engrossed in his thoughts that he had not even noticed the Meeting had already started.
"Albus, the Wizarding World is in chaos. It is obvious that an attack of this sheer scale, coupled with the loss of key Ministry officials have caused the people to lost faith in the government. Some wizards are even calling for martial law, or for the Ministry to be totally disbanded", said Hestia Jones, who worked in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement
Dumbledore gave a sigh and replied, "We must try to regain the people's confidence. Rebuilding the Ministry is crucial. I must admit that without the aid of the Ministry, we have very little hope in countering Tom's forces."
There was significantly more discussion on this topic before Dumbledore turned to the four students and asked, "How did you four meet with Tom's heir?", with a questioning voice.
"We were looking for our tents when we met up with Cho. We ran into some Death-Eaters. (Here her voice started to waver) They attacked us. Cho and I were nearly raped. You-Know-Who's heir then apparated onto the scene.
He asked the Death-Eaters to stop and killed one who disobeyed. The Dark Heir seemed to summon two Death-Eaters next, and simply let us off", answered Hermione Granger.
"The Dark Heir just let you off?", growled out Moody with incredulity in his voice, staring at Hermione.
"She's right. He just told us to leave if we wanted to survive", a fifth year Cho Chang backed up the brown haired beauty.
Not that Cho was any less pretty though.
"That mercy certainly did not extend to the Ministry officials", Arthur Weasley pointed out. He still felt shudders whenever he thought of the confrontation.
"Professor Dumbledore, how is it possible for a supposedly young person to possess so much power?", Hermione asked Albus.
"I really do not know. Severus here is simply unable to extract more information regarding Tom's heir", Dumbledore replied.
"Professor, I have another question…"
At this, Ron and Keith rolled their eyes. Only Hermione would be bursting with questions after she barely survived a rape.
When they heard her question though, all 3 teenagers started to listen with curiosity.
"We saw the Dark Heir transfigure his wand into a sword blazing with flames, and later a whip completely made of fire into an electrified metallic one. I thought Transfiguration does not extend to including the elements?"
This time around, it was Professor McGonagall who answered.
"That is a highly obscure branch of magic known as Dark Transfiguration. It comprises the transfiguration of the elements, or objects made of the elements. Only successful Transfiguration Masters such as the Headmaster and myself are able to master the art. It really surprises me that the young Heir of You-Know-Who was able to pull it off.
There was a sudden interruption as the doors of the Hall burst open. Nearly everyone had their wands raised and a spell ready to release.
They only calmed down upon realizing that it was a distraught Lily Potter.
"Albus! Albus! How is James? Where is he?", she cried out, face streaked with tears.
"Lily my dear, James is out of the danger zone. He is currently in the Hogwarts Hospital Wing. Luckily, none of the metal slices had hit any vital organs or blood vessels. You need not worry much.
Poppy has already administered Blood-Replenishing Potions to him, brewed by Severus here (Snape's face was one of extreme unreluctance). We expect him to regain consciousness in a few days time.
You really should have a good rest before that, your health is important too, Lily", informed Dumbledore.
The meeting then continued throughout the day, ending only in the evening before dinner.
(Okay so I know the Order meeting scene is probably long and a little boring. But it was necessary. So put up with it please.)
Slytherin's Lair
The same day, Voldemort and the Death-Eaters celebrated (If they even know how to celebrate) their first real and biggest success over the Light.
It really comforted Harry Potter to know that nearly 600 Aurors had been killed. He had gotten a slight chiding from Tom for leaping rashly into battle with Dumbledore, a person whom the Dark Lord himself found hard to eradicate.
The situation now was looking up for them. As Harry and Voldemort had expected, the Wizarding World is starting to lose faith in their government. Harry had to admit, the Daily Prophet article by Rita Skeeter certainly made things better for the Dark.
Was Harry then satisfied?
Certainly not.
'I would probably be appeased only after I piss on my parents graves, for starters', Harry thought maliciously to himself. Yes. Peeing on his parents graves sure as hell had appeal. Too bad it had to remain a fantasy for now.
To Harry, revenge is a dish best served with a large dose of syrup and chocolate.
But it does not matter. There are more important things than revenge. Like cleansing the world, one that was so full of corruption and prejudice.
One and a Half Years Later
The Dark Lord was currently seated in his ornate obsidian throne. There was only one subject in his mind… Harry Potter.
To say that Tom was pleased with how Harry had turned out would be an understatement. Harry had totally exceeded his expectations. He was now a cold-blooded heartless killer bent on revenge against the Light and his parents. Riddle knew that in future, he could depend on Harry to continue his legacy.
Still, one thing that confused the Dark Lord was Harry's power. He understood that Harry, as the Prophecy child would definitely become a great wizard one day. But that was something Harry already was. There must be another reason for his protégé's immense power and potential.
Then, his mind flashed back to the time 9 years ago when Harry had first shown his Parselmouth abilities. Voldemort still never could understand why Harry was able to speak Parseltongue. It was an ability only descendents of Slytherin were born with.
'Unless…but it was impossible…no way would James Potter be related to the great Salazar Slytherin…could it be…it might certainly explain Harry's magical abilities, including Parseltongue'
He turned to his snake, which was slithering along the floor.
"(Nagini… Get Harry here), he hissed to the snake.
Five minutes later, an annoyed looking Harry trudged in, with Nagini slithering along his side, making excited and endearing hisses to the young man.
Ahh. That was another thing Tom could not figure out. Why did Nagini seem to like Harry so much?
"What's with you Tom? Waking me up so bloody early in the morning", he said while rubbing the sleep out of his emerald eyes.
The Dark Lord's eyes narrowed. "Crucio"
There was no way Harry could avoid the curse at this close a range, and he fell down, shaking and convulsing, as though his bones and organs, along with every inch of his body was being fried. He managed though, to keep in his screams, nearly biting off his tongue.
"How many times must I teach you Harry, that no one questions Lord Voldemort?"
"Now, I am going to perform quite a complex spell on you. One that will shed light on your heritage."
Seeing Harry's disgusted expression, he added, "I do not mean your parentage, you foolish boy. I meant information on your ancestors."
"Isn't the heritage of the Potters pretty well-known? That the first Potter was a second brother in-law to Helga Hufflepuff's sister Leila? Everyone knows that", Harry replied curiously.
"Your mother's side. Now be quiet and stay still", the Dark Lord commanded in a voice that left no room for discussions.
Voldemort then raised his wand and twirled it in Harry's direction. All this while muttering a series of incantations that Harry could not pick up.
Golden sparks of light started to flash around Harry, getting more and more numerous while Tom chanted.
The flashes of light then pooled in front of him, at about head level.
After some time, words started to form on the 'shell' of light.
Lilian Susan Evans
Robert William Evans & Esther Mafalda Anders
Orion Andrew Evans & Rosanna Smith Layanna
The list continued to grow. Harry's eyes grew wide when he saw a familiar name appear, a long way down the list.
Emil Zenovieve Janowski & Marie Jennifer Riddle
'What the hell! I'm related to Tom?'
The biggest shock though, came when the growing list of names finally came to an end.
Salazar Dominus Slytherin & Genevieve Lilith Flanders
For a while, Harry could not do anything but stare at the list. 'I-I thought Lily Potter was a muggleborn?'
"Turns out that your mother is not really a Mudblood after all."
"W-what, h-how is this possible. How can I be a descendent of Slytherin?"
"It would seem that the Evans lineage were not muggles, but probably Squibs, while some of your older ancestors from the Rubeuskis and Riddles onwards, were either Squibs too, or fully magical."
Voldemort than gave a wave of his wand, dispelling the 'list'. In its place was now a sprawling, semitransparent image of the Slytherin family tree.
"I have not checked this for nearly 20 years. I had thought I was the last descendent."
Voldemort then pointed his name, which was just about directly bottom of the tree.
Thomas Marvolo Riddle- Heir
Harry however, was staring at another name. One that was at the bottommost of the image.
His name. Harry James Potter. Above which was Lilian Susan Evans.
The rest of the bottommost names all had Deceased besides them. That can only mean Tom, Lily and himself were the last direct true descendents of the great founder Salazar Slytherin.
'There must be a mistake or something. I do not believe it', harry thought to himself.
The Dark Lord was silent for a while, apparently contemplating something.
"I assume you have seen the Slytherin family crest", Tom finally spoke up, after vanishing the tree.
"What I want you to do now is to picture it as vividly, as detailed as you possibly could, in your mind. Then tell me what you see."
Harry knew what its purpose was. His face was then scrunched up in concentration for nearly ten minutes.
"An emerald green eyed, black-and-silver scaled Moribundum Boomslang coiled around a slender longsword that is glowing blue. On its sides are blindingly bright bolts of a sort of black colored lightning."
Truth to be told, Harry did not know how or why he described the family crest this way. He also have no idea what a Moribundum Boomslang is. Its hard to explain, but he just seems to know.
"The can be no more doubt of your heritage. You are definitely a true descendent of Slytherin. As only true Slytherins would describe the family crest the way you just did. I too described it the same way when I first discovered about my heritage as Heir to Slytherin.
A Moribundum Boomslang is one the rarest snakes in existence. It is almost extinct, with only a few left in the woods around the Lair. No wizard, except a Parselmouth, can tame or domesticate it without being poisoned and killed in 2 days.
The sword you described was the exact sword that Salazar used in his fight against the fool Godric Gryffindor before he left Hogwarts.
So I once again repeat, you are a direct descendent of Salazar Slytherin."
"If I am a descendent of Slytherin, wouldn't my brother be one too?"
"No. Ever since the tenth generation of Slytherin descendents- The Romulinati, only the first born of each generation inherits the Slytherin traits, and is classed as a true descendent.
"Your brother therefore is not one, as he only inherits the bloodline, but not the power and traits."
"The natural power that all true Slytherins are born with also seems to be quite inconsistent in female descendents, which is why your mother, while a powerful and intelligent witch on her own, cannot match up to us, even in her wildest dreams.
This also explain why there are a lot less Slytherin descendents who became Dark Ladies against the number who became Dark Lords.
Deep inside his mind, Voldemort was undeniably satisfied at the outcome.
'It is really destiny at work, for the last Slytherins to continue our great ancestor's legacy to rid the world of all Mudbloods and to become rulers.'
Tom then dismissed his young heir, whose face was now one of semi-confusion and scrunched in thought.
If Harry could hear the Dark Lord's thoughts, he would have corrected him with what was truly Slytherin's greatest aims.
Flashback
It had been a few months after the attack on the Quidditch World Cup. Harry as usual, went about his routine of summoning books using the Retriever for further reading. However, this time he accidentally made a mistake, and summoned a whole lot of books not relating to the topic of his choice.
Harry was about to send them back when one of the books caught his eyes. It was a brown leather bound book. Its age was apparent. Dust had been collected on the thick tome, and the leather was starting to peel off. It seems that even Tom had not read this book.
The words, or rather curls and patterns, seem to be one of an unknown language at first sight. On closer inspection, Harry found out that he was able to understand it.
The title read "Per Aspera Ad Astra", bottom of it was the words "Salazar Slytherin"
Our dear Harry, being the inquisitive guy that he is, could not help but flip open the tome and begin to read.
Harry eventually decided that it was sort of a journal belonging to Slytherin, seeing how it was written in Parseltongue, as strange as it seems.
It turns out that Salazar Slytherin used to live a hard and treacherous life as a child. Most people do not know that the Slytherin family, before the era of Salazar, were not influential or commanded much respect. Their standings were much like the Weasleys, perhaps much lower.
Harry only had to read a few pages before he was completely hooked onto it, unable to put the journal down.
The final chapter was undoubtedly the most interesting and gripping. It also defused a long-standing rumor that Slytherin left Hogwarts because of the Muggleborn-students issue.
-Excerpt from Chapter XIIII of Per Aspera Ad Astra-
It is simply impossible for me to remain here at Hogwarts any longer. Decades of hardwork and undiluted effort all gone to waste. But it must be done. My fellow founders are unable to see the light of their ways. They want to limit the magic practiced and taught. Godric insisted that only so-called Light magic should be practiced. We came to a confrontation yesterday over this matter.
Rowena and Helga both refused to back me up. They too agreed that the Dark Arts that I created and other branches of Magic should be made forbidden. All in all, they wanted boundaries placed on the magic to be taught to future generations.
Nobody but my wife agrees with my thinking. The theory we noble Slytherins believe in is simple. There is no Light or Dark magic. Magic is completely and totally neutral, which we bend, manipulate and weave in spells to suit our needs.
Sixth Month of the Twelve- 3 Years Elapsed
It has been three years since Genevieve and I left Hogwarts. It will forever remain a part of my life. We now settle in a castle similar to Hogwarts, but nestled in a beautiful place. I call it Slytherin's Lair out of lack for a better name.
Till now, I still remember to exact aims of our ancestors. We Slytherins will always strive to build a world without prejudices or discriminations, where everyone is equal and undivided. There will be no Light or Dark Creature. No Light or Dark Wizard. Most importantly, magic will not be limited. It will remain free as it should be, since the start of mankind.
People do not understand that what keeps the world spinning is balance. Balance is needed in everything. Even nature. There cannot be Light without Dark. All aspects of the world is held in equilibrium by this balance.
I fear that the people will soon be divided. The supporters of the Light against the followers of the Dark. Wars will ensue. If that happens, there will be no hope for peaceful co-existence throughout the future generations. The Light can never totally win against the Dark and vice-versa. One so-called Dark Wizard will always spring up after the previous. Same goes for the Light. This is balance in action.
I hereby made it known, all descendents of the noble line of Slytherin will continue to attempt to fulfil the noble aims of the Slytherin. Forced, if required, will be utilized. We will conquer all who opposes us.
Ninth Month of the Twelve- Seven Years Elapsed
It is true after all. My father told me on his death-bed that the very first Slytherins had been brutally murdered for expressing their ideas openly. All 6 of them, leaving behind only a young descendent to continue the lineage. The 6 of them did not find peace in death, and swore to remain on the face of Earth, appearing when a descendent who continues the legacy is in need and aiding him.
I was attacked along the way to a nearby town. A large group of bandits ambushed me. I simply stood no chance. Then they appeared. They were wraiths, all 6 of them, in cloaks and hoods and not seeming to possess any solid form. The wraiths did not even have a face.
It was truly a massacre. They had annihilated every single one of the bandits using a form of magic so obscure I truly doubt exists on the mortal world. I also noted that they wield a strange weapon. Some sort of sword that seems to be made of darkness and shadows. As soon as the threat was gone, they simply vanished into thin air, giving no signs of their earlier appearance.
Twelfth Month of the Twelve- 9 Years Elapsed
I am unable to carry out my goals. Slytherin goals. This I deeply regret. I can only hope the future generation will be able to carry it out. I will not leave them without help. Deep in Hogwarts is a chamber that can be opened by an heir. He will be equipped to make sweeping changes to the world. After all, we Slytherins are always meant to do great things.
-Magic knows no boundaries apart from those we believe in…(1)
-End Excerpt-
The tome, especially its last statement made a large impact on Harry. A world without the prejudices and discriminations… Is it even possible? Needless to say, Slytherin's aims coincided with Harry's personal beliefs.
End Flashback
Tom certainly did not understand his ancestor. Slytherin wanted a world where without limitations and prejudices. Voldemort wanted to eradicate all muggles and muggleborns, and let Darkness take over.
Harry sighed. He hereby promised on the name of Slytherin that he will help carry out his ancestors wishes in future. And he definitely would not hesitate to use force.
People like the Ministry and Dumbledore would undoubtedly disagree with the theory. They are mere stumbling blocks that had to be gotten rid off. By force.
Force would be needed to make the necessary changes to the rotten state of the world.
For now though, he would assist Tom. He owed him that, at the very least. Voldemort would hopefully see where he went wrong, his mistakes in beliefs.
Once that happens, both of them would work together. The Dark Lord and the Dark Heir would then conquer all in their way, creating a new world Order, one that promises freedom and equality.
As for the Light? If they agreed with his views, good for them. If not (as most likely, judging from the state of the Wizarding World now), Harry would bath in their blood.
No mercy will be given to opponents. And he would enjoy getting rid of them. Killing two birds with one stone- Accomplishing the aims for all that his ancestors had stood for, and getting his revenge.
The Slytherins would one day rise to power again, Harry would make sure of it.
Half a Year Later
Harry sighed as he strode down the dark catacomb-like archways that snaked its way throughout the Lair, into the Meeting Hall, unsure of what Tom had wanted to see him for.
'I guess its some mission or other stuff again', he thought pensively to himself.
'One thing I never could understand, can't Tom choose a better time than morning. Why are meetings always held in the mornings?'
"Crucio"
Remembering the experience more than half a year ago, Harry rolled to his left, effectively erasing the last traces of his sleepiness.
"Next time when lord Voldemort summons you, you better get here fast"
"So what's up, Tom?", Harry asked, feeling his growing anticipation.
"I have a gift for you."
Harry's eyeballs nearly pooped out of his sockets. Voldemort had never given him a gift before. Seriously, you just cannot put the words "gift" and "Voldemort" in the same sentence.
'What's he playing at…'
The Dark Lord then flicked his wand, causing a teak box to appear in his hands. He then threw the box towards Harry.
Dark Lord Jr. caught it, and opened the lid, revealing a startling beautiful wand, of an even deeper shade of midnight black than his current one. The wand also had pulses of odd black light pulsing through it every now and then.
"I specially had this wand crafted for you. Every true descendent of Slytherin have been using a similar wand since the time of Salazar. Yes, even I have one, if that is what you are thinking. That's why you must have one too.
This wand is 13-inches, made from the wood of a Black Yew, which is only found on a certain hill in the middle of the forests surrounding the Lair. Its core is 3 drops of venom, and a heart of a Moribundum Boomslang, in addition to a grounded shard from the remains of Slytherin's sword. The wand after being crafted, is then left on the hill, to be struck by bolts of lightning.
The combination of wood and core enables to wand to absorb the charge, which is the pulses of light that you see flowing through it.
"The components of the wand seem to coincide with the Slytherin family crest, doesn't it"
"Indeed. That is why all Slytherins, regardless of power, will connect best with this type of wand. Only this wand will enable you to performs spells and other magical arts to the very fullest of your potential. Pick it up and have a feel of it"
Harry did as was told. He was expecting some sort of huge rush of energy or something.
What he felt though, was totally unexpected. There was only a slight jolt of energy. However, Harry seemed not to have felt the wand anymore, as though it has become a part of him. The wand also gave him a calm and relaxed feeling. Tom was right- this wand is definitely suited for him.
"Wow", that was all Harry could say.
"I would strongly advise against openly using it. For now anyway.
Heir or not, I will personally skin you alive should anything happen to that wand. You must always make sure this Slytherin wand is kept secure."
"You do not have to tell me that. Also, I don't suppose you called me here just to give me this wand, am I right?"
"True. I have a mission for you…
Okay don't flame me for ending off here. You guys probably already have an idea of what the 'mission' will be.
(1) This quote is NOT MINE. It belongs to Narcissa1, from the story "Back to the future".All credit goes to her. I just merely borrowed it
You guys wanted a Dark!Harry. I have to give him another reason to follow the Dark. That's what this chapter is for. I truly doubt that mere revenge could be a strong enough reason. Besides, Salazar Slytherin (to me anyway) is the greatest of the Hogwarts Four. I do not really like Godric Gryffindor, or care much about Helga or Rowena.
If each descendent uses the same kind of wand, how is it that there are enough 'grounded shards' from Slytherin's sword to craft all of the wands?
Slytherin descendents would pass their wand down to the next generation. Very rarely is a wand like this crafted. For Harry, it is an exception.
The 6 wraiths would also add some mystery… Hope you guys liked the chapter and the way I done it.
REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! I want REVIEWS!
LT2000: That idea (boiling and cannibalizing) does sound very tempting, but its not really possible. Don't worry, I have plans for the future XD
I must once again thank all my reviewers :)
Votes currently still opened:
Should there be romance? (No slash or H/G)
Should Harry have an Animagus form?
What house should Harry be in (Ravenclaw or Slytherin- Don't base your votes just directly because of this chapter)
I also need your opinion on some other things. I quite liked the idea of a Nundu, as some described it (I must admit…virulent breath…takes hundreds to subdue it…BADASS!). What would you think if I let Harry find a little pet Nundu? Or is it a bad idea?
Next, should the DA exist, with Keith as leader?I think that it might make for some interesting altercations. What do you guys think?
Lastly, Draco Malfoy. I'm seriously in a dilemma. I do not know whether I should portray him as a 1) poncy arrogant bastard (a la canon) or as a 2) still-arrogant-and-retaining-his-pureblood-values but more or less a nicer guy and a friend to the trio. (4 friends from 4 different houses lol).
So this I'll totally put it up for vote. I will go with the majority. Its up to you.
