Title – The Founders Return
Author – Artemis Potter-Snape
Disclaimer – Not mine, never will be.
Summary – Voldemort up to his usual tricks, this time trying to bring Slytherin's soul out of the Afterlife, but things are not what they seem, are they ever?
Warnings – Slash, Death of a character, sacrificing of virgins (big grin).
AN – Forgive me in advance for the death of a character. I know that this kind of story has been done before, it wasn't finished and left me unsatisfied enough to want to do my own version, so if some of the aspects the same then I am sorry, I don't mean to copy some aspects, but after so many fanfics it cannot always be helped. If anyone knows if this is finished somewhere other than let me know the story was by Lady Phoenix Slytherin.
This fic has taken a while for me, RL has been a major factor in my writing life so updates are going to be little and often I think.
I beg forgiveness, I'm using a female Blaise, I know I know it's really a he, in my defence I needed a female Slytherin, Pansy urgh really…coughslutcough.
This prologue is the lead up to what Voldemort has planned so there will be several weeks shoved into it. Following chapters should be less rushed. Time period is the last day of school third week of June to second week of July.
Snape will be totally ooc, reasoning is that he is playing a part, acting to keep people away from him and for him to keep away from others, now that he doesn't need to act he is going to look and act different.
Flashbacks
'thought'
"speech"
/vision\
Prologue – The Start Of Summer
Sitting on a train heading from the North of England were three young adults, these were no ordinary young adults, they were two wizards and one witch, in the magical sense of the word, not the way we normal 'muggles', 'non-magic' folk use it. The names of these three individuals are Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley and Harry Potter, the first two are 17 years old and Harry is 16. Unfortunately for Harry they were on their way home from their boarding school called Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry, this was the end of their sixth year, nothing untoward had happened this year which worried most of the witches and wizards involved in the war, none more so than Harry Potter who was unfortunately connected to the Dark Lord by the name of Lord Voldemort or previously known as Tom Marvolo Riddle, a Half blood wizard who sought to eradicate the wizarding world of people such as himself, some say that it is because of his hatred of his muggle father who denied him when he found out that Tom's mother was a witch, his mother died and left him in an orphanage where he was systematically abused by the carers and other older children. Some say that his hatred comes from the way he was treated at school, which was not much better than at the orphanage, the professors were better but the other students were uncaring and cruel because he lived in an orphanage, had hand-me-down robes and no money.
Harry Potter knew all too well what was going through the Dark Lord's head he hated muggles because they took care of their own and abused wizarding kind, oh he knew that many muggles did abuse each other but he had never seen it so did not fully believe it. The reason he killed wizarding kind, purebloods as well as half and muggleborns and tortured them was because none of them had helped him when he needed it. All his fear, his hatred grew so that now he was no longer a human, he was a monster bent on revenge for all the wrongs done to him. Finding out that he was a Slytherin by blood lead him further down into the pits of hell, wanting to pass on and continue the supposed legacy of his ancestor Salazar Slytherin.
Because Harry had lived with the threat of Voldemort and visions since the end of fourth year he understood how Voldemort had come to be the way he was, if it hadn't been for Ron and Hermione being there to ground him he didn't know where he would be today, would he have turned into another Dark Lord? There were many similarities between them after all.
It wasn't just the thought of Voldemort and what he may have planned that was keeping Harry in his thoughts today though, it was also the visions. After starting Occulmency again at the beginning of his sixth year he had managed to block the nastiest visions, but could now manage to invade other peoples sleeping dreams and catch visions when they are harmful to themselves or others, he knew it was a gift of some kind, he hated that it made him even more special than he already was though. Another thought in his head though was what he knew the Dursleys had planned for him.
"Harry?"
"Hm?"
"You ok mate?"
"Hm" he answered not really listening to his best friend.
"Harry will you be ok at your guardians house?"
"Sure, I can always write if I need you."
At the beginning of second year they had decided that the Dursleys would either be called guardians or animals, depending on the topic of conversation, Harry had only ever told both of his friends the bear minimum of the way he was treated to prevent them from worrying too much, he had told them that he only trusted them and one other, which was not Dumbledore, no Dumbledore had lost Harry's friendship and trust back at the end of fourth year when Cedric was murdered by one of Voldemorts worms, the trio's way of calling the Deatheaters was more tolerable to them than using the word 'Deatheater' which was what Voldemort called them.
Harry went back to looking out the window and drowning in his thoughts.
'I can't tell them, but if I don't I may not be back in September, what should I do? If I tell them they will tell Mrs Weasley and she will tell Dumbledore, he won't move me because I will be safer at the Dursleys, if I don't I will die before the end of August alone locked in the cupboard or the bedroom, why doesn't that one stay the same? Bugger it all to hell, I'll wait for as long as I can' he turned to face his friends.
"Oh come on, you know they can't keep the window locked, wandless magic is not traceable by the Ministry, we saw to that before we trained in the most basic spells."
"We know Harry, the window isn't our concern, it is the way you have been acting, do you know something we don't?"
"No Mione, I'm just thinking that next year will be our last, two more train rides and that's it, no more Hogwarts, no snarky potions professor, no meddling Headmaster, no ghosts or Peeves. It's been our home." He lied fluently.
"We'll always be friends Harry, I made these." Hermione said as she took out some friendship bands, "I charmed them yesterday, they can tell you how your friends are, it's a bit like a psychic link, we will know who it is and what is the problem with what emotion." She handed Harry a green coloured band and Ron a blue and, hers was a lilac colour, they placed them on their wrists, "specialis omnis infinitas" the bands glowed a bright white before she continued speaking, "it basically means special friends all eternity, if you need help badly we will know and come for you, there is also a tracking charm that only we can follow. And they won't ever fall off and no one can take them off either." She grabbed Harry tightly to her, her other best friend Ron joined in for a few minutes.
"Herm, you're a genius, I love you guys" Harry whispered into their hair.
"Right I'm off to see Dray." Ron sighed in a helpless lovesick fool kind of way.
"Mm, I'm off to see Blaise, will you be alright?" Hermione whispered to Harry
"Sure, I'll sit here and fantasise."
"We'll be back in plenty of time before we reach the platform."
Harry locked the door and sat thinking long and hard, Ron and Draco were a surprise, Harry had caught them snogging in the quidditch locker rooms, apparently it was the first time and they were smitten with each other, that was four months ago and Ron still blushed when it was mentioned. Hermione was caught in a more compromising position, she had half her clothes off and her partner had half of her clothes off too in the Room of Requirement. Apparently they had been sneaking together for several months, she had been to afraid to admit that she was in love with a Slytherin, and a girl at that, for a smart witch she was stupid when it came to the fact that Homosexuality wasn't frowned upon like in the muggle world where she was taught it was wrong. Harry had after that sat Hermione and Ron down, now confidant enough to admit that he too was Gay and in love with a Slytherin, they took it well, Ron was in hysterics for hours afterwards at the ironical situation of all three being Gay and in love with Slytherin's, they were highly sympathetic about who it was though and understood why he hadn't told them before.
Four hours later and Harry knew that he was right, Dumbledore had said that his summer would have never been better, all Harry thought about that was 'Yeah right, meddling old git'. It had started as soon as they had left the train station. Dudley sat in the back with Harry and had deemed it necessary to bring his penknife with him, he was jabbing Harry with it the whole way to Privet Drive.
"Well boy get in that cupboard."
"Yes Uncle Vernon."
Harry knew that this was going to be bad, he knew that he had to survive somehow, things weren't hopeful at the moment, but he did know that after this holiday he would never have to return again, if he made it through summer. He knew that he would spend a week in here before they would move him, weak from lack of food to the spare bedroom, the play room where he would be locked until someone came for him, he died, escaped or was taken to the train station.
A few more hours later and he knew that his estimation on events was wrong; he had a vision, a real nasty one that left him shaking. Voldemort had gathered his Deatheaters to raid two muggle houses, three muggleborns houses, two half-bloods houses and one pureblood house, the last one Harry knew all to well
/Vision\\
"Kill the parents but bring me the children alive and unharmed." Voldemort ordered.
"Yes Master" came the reply from about a hundred Deatheaters.
"You may do what you wish to the parents and guardians"
The Deatheaters replied again before bowing and leaving to the addresses that they were given, leaving Voldemort with eight Deatheaters to go to the purebloods house.
"Ah young Mr Longbottom, how nice to see you." Voldemort hissed
Neville was standing erect and still, not backing down an inch, "Do your worst Voldemort, at least I am a real pureblood and will die as such, and you are nothing but a wannabe, you half-blood rubbish."
"Ah Mr Potter has rubbed off on you, as you young ones say." Voldemort turned to four of the eight with him, "Search the house"
"Stupefy" Neville got out, unfortunately he missed.
A Deatheater standing beside Voldemort sent "Stupefy" back and hit its target.
Ten minutes later the four Deatheaters returned with an older woman.
"Mrs Longbottom I presume? Take the boy." He looked at Mrs Longbottom shook his head as if killing her would hurt him and called out "Crucio"
Ten minutes of the Cruciatus curse later and she was dead with Voldemort standing over her laughing his evil laugh.
/End vision\\
Harry woke up screaming with a towering Vernon over him, 'oh no this was not good, not good at all'.
Vernon dragged Harry upstairs by his hair and slammed him onto the desk,
"Wanted me to started early did you boy, get on your knees."
Harry refused and was backhanded and manhandled over the desk on his stomach, his muscles refusing to cooperate because of the Cruciatus he had felt. His trousers and boxers were yanked down forcefully; tears came to his eyes, as he knew what was coming next.
His uncle entered him totally unprepared and thrust hard and fast for what seemed like an eternity before emptying his seed into Harry and leaving the room, Harry barely heard the door shut and locked before blacking out.
After he managed to drag himself out of the blackness he pulled up his trousers and crawled to the hidden compartment in his floor that Mr Weasley had made for him two years ago when he came to take Harry to the burrow, in the compartment was a quill that never ran out, a roll of endless parchment and a silent owl whistle tuned for Hedwig, there was also salve for his torn anus and a healing potion left over from the last summer, he knew he needed some more soon but got to work writing his letters using their secret code.
Herm,
Voldemort has Neville and some other children, I think that he has something big planned, I'll write when I have more info. If the band flared then I am sorry to have worried you, it was a vision, if it happens again at night around this time ignore it please, just visions, use it as a mantra so you don't worry.
Love Harry.
Ron,
Voldemort has Neville, I wrote to Herm and let her know, I will give her more information when I get it. If the band flares up around this time of night again ignore it, it was only the vision, I have a potion left, don't worry. Give my love to your mum.
Love Harry.
A week later Harry had another vision of Voldemort, this time without any pain, so he assumed it was one from his 'gift'.
/vision\\
"We seem to be getting all the children Wormtail, I would have thought that bumbling old fool would be trying to stop me."
"Y…yes…M…ma…master"
Harry looked around the vision world and saw a book and approached it, he knew that no one could see him so he looked over the title and author names carefully so as to not forget them to pass on to Hermione when he next wrote to her.
"The Sasuzas will be next, the pure-blooded traitors, they will be punished and their daughter, bring her to me, I need some venting, she will do lovely, kill her husband and bring her safe, I want to cut out that baby alive after I have had my way with her."
"Ye…yes…my…l…lord" Wormtail stuttered once more.
Harry had seen and heard enough, he forced himself back to his body which was being fucked one end and beaten the other, while trying to pretend he was still unconscious he planned the letters that he would write once they had gone, so it was a surprise that when he opened his window, as soon as it went quiet outside his room, an owl flew in with a letter which meant that there was another letter to write, he read that one first.
Mr Potter,
This pains me to say…but…thank you for saving my life and I am sorry for the treatment I have given you over the past six years. After the events over the Easter holiday I no longer have to pretend to be someone I am not. I do believe that you will be surprised, do not alert anyone else to this, I wish it to be a surprise when I march into the hall at the welcoming feast.
Severus Snape.
Professor Snape,
I'm glad that you are finally healed and that you will be back in September. In all honesty school just was not the same, I missed your guidance, I missed you sir. I will not even tell Hermione and Ron about your letter, you have given me your trust and you in turn are the only 'adult' that I trust which is why I am telling you this now.
Voldemort is planning something, he has this book, it's called 'Soul Calling and Capture Rites' written by Lienan DeCarivit. I get the gist of it; I want to know your opinion. I will write Dumbledore soon, don't tell him any of this, and please Professor.
Yours sincerely…Harry Potter.
Herm,
I know he has something big planned, he has sent out more Deatheaters on raids to Muggles, muggleborns, half-bloods houses and another Pureblood house. I'm sending the names that I know to Dumbledore now. He has this book on Soul callings, who could he be calling Herm…I'm really worried about this. I had another vision, let Ron know.
Love Harry.
Professor Dumbledore,
Sasuzas – purebloods, Neville's and Johnson's Half-bloods, Smiths and Malloy's muggleborns and another family of Smiths and Jonas muggles, I don't know locations that was all I heard.
Harry Potter.
He tied the letters to the owl, gave it directions and passed into the blackness that had been threatening him once more.
The following two weeks were much of the same, whippings, slashings with sharp objects, rapes, starvation and verbal taunts of how dirty and useless he was, only good for fucking his pretty ass. He continued getting visions and passing on names, but without locations it was quite useless, he was even beginning to believe what the Dursleys were saying. He had finished the healing potion and salve the end of the week before and was now getting desperate for some help, but kept putting Hermione and Ron off by saying it was visions so that they didn't worry, he knew that he has to say something to them about it sooner or later, but he preferred for it to be later.
AN – Yes another one – I should get my new laptop tomorrow, and with a data transfer should have chapters and notes from my other stories, fingers crossed.
As for the bit about Hermione, Ron and Harry having a code, it is so that if anyone were to read the letter then no one would understand, Hermione cast a charm on each of them so that when they went to write a letter to each other they would automatically write in that code and read the code as normal words, so something like dgef would be love, got it? Get it? Good.