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.
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.
AN - Someone commented about rapes being around a lot, I agree there are a lot of stories where Harry is abused, i want to just say why it appears in a lot of my stories. Many of the abuse stories end with Harry shying away from touch, I was abused and went the other way, I showed my abuser that he couldn't break me, and I slept with any bloke that I could for two years, that is my aim in my rape stories.

Letters
Flashbacks
'thought'
"speech"
visions/
x-x-change of time/scene-x-x

Chapter 1 – Voldemorts Plans

x-x-13th July-x-x

After a week of no healing potion or salves Harry got desperate and did the only thing he could think of, he wrote to Professor Snape, the bane of his existence, just like he was the bane of the Professors, but he was the only one that may help him.

Professor Snape,

I need your help, I'm sorry for sounding demanding but I ran out of healing potions and salves and I am worried about what Voldemort is going to do, if he kills all those children that he has taken then I am going to need a lot of potions and salves to be able to get through the day. All I ask is that you send me enough potion ingredients for strong healing potions, dreamless sleep(for emergencies only) and ingredients and instructions for your post-cruciatus potion I will pay you back at the beginning of the school year. Oh and can you send me a copy of all the school rules I want to check on something please.

Yours sincerely, Harry Potter.

Two days later Harry was hovering between consciousness and the darkness of unconsciousness when there was a tap on the window. He lifted his hand and cast a wandless Alohamora at the window and let the owl in. Attached to the strange owls leg was a package, one that he assumed was the ingredients that he asked for. Harry struggled to take the package and took the letter first while the owl flew to sit on top of the wardrobe.

Mr Potter,

Please find enclosed the complete school rules and Ministerial rules concerning the school. Also as much as your potions skills have improved over the past year I would be very much more comfortable if you used potions that I made myself. There are twenty doses of post-cruciatus, one dose for each application of the curse no more than three at one time. Twenty-five doses of dreamless sleep, please remember that it can be very addictive, take it at most every second or third night, preferable longer intervals. Lastly there is a jar of ointment for cuts, a jar for bruises, ten doses of skele-gro, a nutritive potion and enough healing potion for a month.
Tell me Harry are they still hurting you after the warning I sent them? I will come and remove you if they are, no matter what Headmaster Dumbledore says.

Yours, Professor Snape.

Harry read the bottom of the letter and sighed, he really did wish that he was his, he had known that he fancied Severus Snape since the winter of his fourth year, he had known he was gay for a year longer. Ever since he had seen Snape in trousers, (they weren't normal trousers either) bent over picking up a piece of parchment had Harry fantasised about what he would like to do to that tightly muscled arse of his professors, he grew aroused just thinking about holding hands and cuddling up to the man, he was a hopeless cause, 'maybe I could flirt with the man, it wouldn't hurt, but I only know that Draco says he is gay, what if Snape isn't really, what if Draco was winding me up? I suppose I won't know if I don't try, now to write that letter.' Harry opened up the package and swallowed a dose of healing potion, skele-gro for his ribs and nutritive potion. After a couple of minutes he sat up enough to be able to write a letter to Snape, thanking every deity that the Dursleys were all asleep.

Professor Snape,

May I call you Severus or even Sev? You did call me Harry. Anyway the potions…I don't really know what to say…thank you, it really means a lot to me that you care.
Can you come for me on my birthday on the 31st…I would really like to see you come for me on that day, it would be a highly enjoyable sight.
Can you come about noon I need to be here in the morning to collect the things from my friends.
Yours gratefully, Harry.

PS. Wear those muggle trousers that you wore at Yule, they suited you.

Harry read through the letter before deciding that he should explain something…he didn't want to…but Vernon would not open the door to anyone looking for Harry unless it was a 'customer' and he doubted Severus would use magic in such an open place. With that decided he added on to the note.

Professor Snape, one last thing I should tell you…oh Merlin…don't get angry and don't use your magic when you get here, the neighbours like to spend their time out the front of their houses in this hot weather…when…when you arrive ask for me and say exactly these following words… 'I heard from Ryan Lipshank that you have something worth paying for, may I come in and see if I agree and strike up a deal', if you say those words you will be let in and brought to my room, he will have a gun, no magic remember at first…he will want to watch you inspect me then he will leave and then we can discuss how I can leave without them seeing. I will explain about the no magic when you get here.

Yours Harry Potter.

He re-read what he had just written with shame evident on his face…this was the one thing in the world that he didn't want Severus to know about, he didn't want the older man to be disgusted with him. Resigned to the fate that this letter brought he tied it to the owl. After letting the owl back out of the window Harry hoped to Merlin that Snape didn't kill him over that note or kill anyone else, but at the same time he hoped that he understood the hidden innuendos and what Harry meant in the note at the bottom.

Early hours of the morning he had another vision, one that scared the shit out of him, he struggled up to write and send three notes after taking the necessary potions and using the salves to take off some of the pain.

Herm, Voldemort is after the Weasleys and your family next grab your school stuff and whatever else, you have a couple of hours till night time, use the portkey that Sirius made and get to Headquarters, take your parents.
Love Harry.

Harry thanked Merlin that Sirius, before he was killed, made portkeys for the three of them that would take them directly to number 12 Grimmauld Place, the address of Headquarters.

Ron, Get out, go to headquarters as soon as you can, he will be attacking your home sometime after dark tonight. Get all yours and Ginny's school stuff and whatever else you can manage and use the floo or Sirius's portkey and get to Headquarters as soon as possible. He is going after Hermione and her family too, I have sent her a note to warn her she should meet you at Headquarters, if she doesn't let me know.
Love Harry.

Headmaster, Voldemort killed Mrs Longbottom and taken Neville, I know Hermione has already told you but I just want to make one thing totally clear, I don't trust or like you anymore, the reason I am writing this much detail is because you may provide port keys to families that may be targets. Muggles you cannot protect, but muggleborns, half-bloods and pure-bloods openly against Voldemort are his enemy and he will go after them. He is planning on going after the Grangers and Weasleys sometime tonight after dark, I have informed them and they will arrive at Headquarters before dark, if anyone is missing I ask that you go look for them, I will not lose any of my family again.

Harry Potter.

Four hours later he got a reply from the headmaster confirming that the entire families of his semi-adopted brother and sister had arrived at Headquarters safe and sound, Harry let out a sigh of relief and fell into the darkness of sleep.

x-x-x-30th July-x-x-x

Harry had had visions nearly every day since he had had the first one at the beginning of the summer holiday, the potions and salves that Professor Snape had sent had helped him to heal from the curses that he felt and at the same time to heal from the endless beatings and rapes that he was subjected to by his so called family and their 'friends'.

At midnight he would turn 17, no longer a minor in the wizarding world, but not yet allowed to use magic outside of school, this was the major downside of being a wizard, by Wizarding laws he had to stay with the Dursleys as he was not fully trained unless he was taken to school by a member of staff, he knew that Dumbledore would not allow that to happen. But even though Harry knew that in twenty-four hours he would be picked up by Severus it couldn't come soon enough, at least the visions of him dying had gone. But just thinking about Severus made him feel weak at the knees and highly aroused, this was making him dread Severus coming to fetch him, he wasn't ready for Severus to know how exactly he felt for him.

Midnight was also the time that Voldemort had planned for whatever summoning that he had planned. Over the past month Harry had kept careful notes of his visions and sent Hermione parts of what he knew so that they could figure it all out. Harry was weary of letting Dumbledore in on what was happening for many reasons. He did however inform Dumbledore of any plans for kidnapping children and any other raids that Voldemort had planned. None of the families were saved though because even though Harry had written the names and blood status's down he never had locations, for some reason Voldemort only gave them the locations written down separately on the night before the raids. Voldemort had given credit to Bellatrix LeStrange and her husband for locating and providing the names and locations of each victim. No matter what the Ministry, Professor Dumbledore or Members of the Order of the Phoenix tried no one could find the children before or after they were taken. it was assumed that there were strong wards where they were being kept thus they were assumed casualties of war, they did however know that it wasn't Riddle Manor in Little Hangleton as it had been searched numerous times.

Harry remembered the notes he sent Hermione and the ones that she sent in reply trying to think if he had missed something,

Harry, How many children, number could be important I think, do you know or think they could be virgins, and what ages are they? That could be important too. What about the place? Does it have windows, if so what can you see?

He had replied that there were about thirty or so children from tiny babies up to Neville's age that had been taken so far, but he didn't know for sure how many. He couldn't even give a description of where they met, there were no windows, it just looked like a cellar. Hermione had sent one back with her suspicions a day later.

Harry, I think that it could be a blood summoning, generally from what I have read a blood summoning uses the blood of virgins as payment for a gift, or the return of a soul into our plane of existence. I'm not sure on the significance of ages and the amount of virgins, I will keep looking but this is Dark Magic Harry, I don't know if I will find anything. Write Headmaster Dumbledore and tell him what you need to. As for place, that we may never know, many older buildings all over the Country have cellars so it could be anywhere, don't blame yourself, we will defeat him.

He never listened, Hermione knew that he wouldn't and assumed that she would send Dumbledore the bare minimum. That was what they had planned at the end of school when it came to his visions, he would send her information and she would pass on the relevant information so that Harry had little contact with the Headmaster. As for blaming himself, he did that every time someone was killed by that Madman and his 'worms', rationally he knew that it wasn't his fault…but he couldn't help it, it was just his nature.

The plan that Harry had put together from his visions was that there would be protective circles around two central points, one for Voldemort and one for the summoned soul of Salazar Slytherin, yes he had gathered that much, but didn't know exactly why Voldemort wanted the Soul of Slytherin. A crevice in the floor would act as a flow for the blood from the forty children, the blood would flow from each child and meet to flow to the centre of the large outer circle next to where the two smaller circles inside were. According to the book that Voldemort had read the keeper of souls needed the souls and blood of a virgin for every twenty-five years that the spirit had been from, which was about a thousand years, no matter the age of the child being sacrificed. He also knew that Voldemort would have to chant to call the Soul while adding his own blood to the pool next to him. Freak out by what he was going to see he stood and pack all his belongings from under the floorboard that he wished to take tomorrow at noon into a backpack that he had hidden in the piles of old toys. Once packed he cast a wandless invisible charm on it and stood to pace to work his stiff and sore muscles, ready for his escape.

At the ten minutes to the midnight mark Harry settled down into a meditative trance where he placed himself into a deep relax, waiting for the vision to start. A few minutes later he felt a pull and the vision swallowed him.

vision/

"My faithful servants" Voldemort rasped out spreading his arms wide to encompass the whole assembly, "When the ritual ends I will control the Soul of my most powerful ancestor Salazar Slytherin. We Will Be Victorious." Loud applause sounded from all the gathered Deatheaters, so Voldemort continued, "You all know what I expect of you, you all know what and when to do your jobs…if anyone should fail me you will die a slow painful death." He nodded to himself as he looked at all his servants who were murmuring 'yes, my lords' and looking at the floor, which Harry found highly amusing.

It appeared to Harry as he walked and looked all around the room that the children had been stupefied, laid and tied, for why Harry didn't know, to slabs of granite, black granite which was fitting seeing as the ritual was very Dark Magic. The granite slabs were situated in a circle with barely enough room at the heads for someone to be able to move into the circle they made, because the ritual called for blood the head end of the slabs were cut for the head to lean back to expose the necks for easy access and blood letting, the crevice was just below where the head was, ready to catch any and all blood that flowed that night.

He walked over to where the Deatheaters were and stalked around some of the Deatheaters trying to notice who was there, none had their masks on so it was easier to recognise them. After a moment he had spotted Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle seniors, both of the LeStranges, Nott and Avery and what surprised him the most Fudge and Percy Weasley, he would have to let Dumbledore know about Fudge, they had had their suspicions but never knew for sure, as for Percy all he could do was to let Ron know and discuss a plan of action with him.

At the first stroke of midnight the chanting began, Voldemort had the book of calling by Lienan DeCarivit on a stand next to him while the Deatheaters chanted words in Latin that Harry couldn't hear or understand properly.

"All that is Dark I invoke thee,

By all that is Death I call thee,

The Guardian of Souls I call to thee…"

As one forty Deatheaters stepped forward and slit the throats of the forty bound children as Voldemort continued chanting along with the other Deatheaters.

"I offer these virgins to appease thee,

Bring the Soul of the one I seek,

The Soul of an ancestor past,

Salazar Slytherin"

He took the knife from the stand next to the book and sliced his arms allowing his blood to fall into the pool beside him as he said Salazar Slytherin. As soon as the different bloods mixed and the last syllable said there was a very bright light that pulsed with the power from the mingled bloods. Voldemort and the Deatheaters turned away so they didn't get blinded, but Harry with his foolish bravery stood his ground. In his visions he knew that he could not be hurt, but the light still blinded him temporarily, he also felt worried about what would appear. As the light faded and Harry could see more, he could see standing in the direct centre of the previously empty circle was…

AN- I've got a yahoo groupI set up just for searches, but i'm now going to put NC17 rated stories there, so just go and post, address is in my bio.

Love ya Artemis Potter-Snape