Title - The Founders Return
Author - Artemis Potter-Snape
Disclaimer - Nope not mine, never will be.
Summary - Voldemort is up to his old tricks again, he tries to summon the soul of Slytherin, but it doesn't go to plan.
Warnings - Slash (duh), sacrificing of virgins (muhaha), character death, mention of rape, some swear words (god I feel like I was talking to one of my kids then).
AN – Forgive me for the character death; it isn't a main character though. This fic has taken a while for me to sort out, 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 said 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.

Anything I deem unsuitable for rating will go to my LJ, just click on homepage to get there, at least until I manage to find another site that I like to put over 18 stuff on. I have a yahoo group address in bio for NC17 and searches.

Letters
Flashbacks
'thought'
"speech"
visions/
x-x-change of time/scene-x-x
(thoughts while reading a letter)

Chapter 3 - What Happened?

After the light had faded Harry noticed that he was somehow still in the vision. Before he had his bearings back he had assumed that he had left the vision because he couldn't hear any noise and was feeling grateful at the assumption that he was out of it. But now he had his bearings he was now grateful that he was still there, he needed and wanted to find out what was happening so that he could understand and work it out.

As he looked towards the centre of the circle once more he noticed that there was a person…well being standing in it looking like he was ready to speak to the rooms occupants a few more minutes of silence passed before he began.

"Tom Marvolo Riddle…your spell will not work this day." the stranger had spoken in a soft yet power filled voice.

"Show me respect worm, I demanded the Soul of Salazar Slytherin, not a pathetic worm. Get down on your knees and worship your Master like a good worm." Voldemort sneered to the being.

Harry shook his head in amusement, when on Earth would Mouldy Tom learn not to antagonise people that are as powerful as this man…urm…being seemed to be.

"Ah a ah." the man said as he shook his index finger at Voldemort as if he was a wayward child, "You should show respect to me not the other way round, I was after all called by the spell. Slytherin is currently unavailable to you…" the being glanced in the direction of Harry, who stared back in surprise before nodding which caused the being to continue what he was saying. "Salazar is no longer with me I'm afraid…he passed on out of you're reach. Next time that you use this spell I. WILL. KILL. YOU. I did not have room for these children; you are fortunate that there were new babies awaiting Souls. But heed my warning, you will pay for this, but not at my hand, you will pay by the hand of one you have slighted."

After another glance towards Harry and a slight incline of his head he disappeared in another flash of pure light, leaving a large group of very scared Deatheaters and a very pissed off Voldemort who promptly started to 'Crucio' his the group of Deatheaters.

Knowing that he would feel all of those curses he carried himself back to his body to deal with the pain and treat himself before it got too bad. Once back in his body he thanked certain Deities that the Potions Professor was no longer a nasty bastard.

After dosing himself to the limits he settled down to finish reading the school rules, knowing that in a few hours he would be getting out of this hell hole, one way or another.

x-x-x- At Hogwarts a few minutes after Voldemorts visitor left -x-x-x

At Hogwarts the light dimmed after nearly half an hour of pulsing and blindingly. As with Voldemort there in the circle next to Albus Dumbledore stood a man of the non-human variety. Dumbledore tilted his head slightly in way of greeting and tried to think of what could have gone wrong with the ritual, and to think where Slytherin could be.

"Hello Headmaster"

"Good evening sir. May I ask who you are?" Dumbledore asked cordially.

"Yes of course, you know you are much better to talk to than that Tom Riddle. Much less demanding and so much more polite."

"Ah you know Tom? May I ask if you would be so kind as to answer my question of who you are? So that I know to whom I am addressing."

"I know Tom as he has managed to evade my capture for many years, which has greatly annoyed me… and as I can not interfere until he is actual a loose Soul it is up to the one called Harry Potter to kill him. As for my name you are not entitled to it. Now do you agree that we should get down to the business of why I am here?"
Dumbledore nodded his head slightly in agreement even though he was greatly annoyed that the being never gave him his name. the stance of the man-being took a dramatic change, his pointed ears grew higher and more pointed from their near normal appearance and his face looked more menacing as he started to speak again.

"Albus Dumbledore you used a light spell for nefarious reasons, you tried to summon and trap one of my Souls. Salazar Slytherin is not the man he was thought to be. Try this again and I will make you suffer, the Guardian of Souls does not suffer fools lightly. I told Voldemort the same thing, take this as your first and only warning."

After finishing his speech and before Dumbledore could comment, he vanished in a flash of pure white light leaving the hall empty of everything, marks included, besides the old Headmaster who abruptly turned on his heel and left, fuming that he had not gotten what he wanted.

x-x-x-Privet Drive-x-x-x

It was about two o'clock in the morning when Harry got his visitor, it was the same being that was in his vision, he decided not to pretend not to know that he had seen the strange and mysterious being before. He silently appraised the man-being before speaking. The man-being had a fine covering of golden hair all over his exposed body, which was the majority of it. His head hair was different it was a deep blood red colour, he had the body of a human, but he was about a foot taller than normal humans. His ears were both tall and long with points at each end with piercings going all the way up them. His eyes were captivating, drawing him into their depths, they were a light violet colour that complimented his head and body hair colours, he had fangs too which made Harry shiver slightly, the cause Harry wasn't sure if it was desire or fear, he was swaying more to the desire as the man-being was absolutely gorgeous, but did not hold a candle to the man he was secretly in love with. The being wore nothing but a very short loin cloth that left little to the imagination.

The man-being stood and watched as Harry appraised his body, he held himself in a gentle stance so that Harry didn't feel threatened. He obviously managed to pull it off as he could hear the thought, 'what was there to fear?' he watched as Harry relaxed enough and was preparing himself to ask questions.

"Who…are you?" Harry finally asked the man-being.

"I'm Animus Curator the Soul Guardian, you may call me Cal. I am here to explain why the spell you saw Voldemort used failed and also to tell you that Albus Dumbledore tried and failed to do a summoning too." He waited for a heartbeat before asking Harry the important question, "Are you prepared to listen to everything I have to tell you no matter how insane it sounds?"

Harry appeared to think about it, even though as soon as the man-being turned up he knew that he would listen to anything he said so after a minute he nodded his agreement, he watched Cal carefully in case he was not who he claimed to be.

Cal sat down on the floor and began his speech, "I as my name suggests am the Guardian of Souls, I look after and protect loose Souls from people like Voldemort, unfortunately I am not always successful, and there is only myself and thousands of Souls. My sister is called the Animus Libero we call her Libby, she is the Soul Rebirther or rather translated into English the Soul Liberator, what she does is to match Souls with unborn babies while the mother is in final stages of birthing, in the event of Souls being linked by destiny she places them into the same birth year or as near to it as possible…"Harry gave him a look which stopped the narrative for a moment. "No…as far as we can work out you and Tom were bound to destiny after his Soul was born which means that it is not an eternity thing unlike most bindings such as a sniper and a politician, they have been known by many names such as Jesus and Judas though that was not their first lives, I believe they are due for rebirth sometime in the next few years, they tend to pop up about ten years or so after they died, but I digress. If the bond is there before birth then it is an eternity occurrence, if it happens after one or more of the Souls is born then it is a one time occurrence such as Tom and yourself. Do you understand?"

"I think so…so if I get rid of him this lifetime then I don't have to deal with him ever again, that's great."

"It is, shall we continue?" It wasn't a question, it was more of a demand so Harry nodded his head slightly and Cal continued, "Now, our brother is the Keeper, he watches over Souls deemed unworthy of Rebirth such as Voldemort the next time he dies we will capture him and he will not get away again, that I can promise."

"This is interesting and all, but what does it have to do with me? And what is your brothers name?"

"Ah sorry, his name is Animus Custos or we call him Caz. Now as for how this concerns you. Salazar Slytherin was born July 31st 980AD, exactly one thousand years before you. My sister has this thing what she does, she likes to match up old Souls with new bodies, she knows what days and times these babies are going to be born and matches the Souls perfectly. It isn't just about timing though, she takes into consideration hair colouring, eye colouring, parent's personalities etc. Have you ever seen a picture of Salazar?"

"No the Founders picture are in a private room that no-one can enter, not even the Headmaster, I only know about it because Hogwarts: A History explains it. But can you explain more to me, I'm confused, it sounds like you are trying to tell me that I am Salazar Slytherin or something."

"In a sense. As I was saying he had black hair, green eyes and loving parents (coughNOTcough)." Harry heard the added word in-between the cough and worried a little, "You are still Harry Potter, yet you are Salazar Slytherin, the same Soul different memories and experiences, previous life memories are locked away until they are wanted or needed, but yes…you were Salazar Slytherin."

"Oh Merlin…" Harry fell from his sitting position to laying on his back staring at the ceiling chanting 'Oh Merlin' over and over trying to take in what Cal just told him, this could not be happening, this was turning out to be the worst birthday ever.

"I can give you what you need to know to retrieve the memories of Slytherin if you'd like…he was not anything like he was portrayed to be, let me just say that his lifestyle was not acceptable back then, so the people that mattered to the World twisted what he was like to the opposite and hey presto you have an evil Slytherin. He was in fact best-friends with all the Founders and students that he taught."

"What lifestyle? Wasn't he really powerful? I mean there isn't anything special about me, I barely pass all my classes except Defence I have no extraordinary power I can't even walk gracefully."

"He was very powerful, just as you are. Your parents placed a block onto your powers as a newborn, they were not as people think either, your memories will return soon and that will explain it all. Do you wish to have the memory spell? If you do I will place it into your mind so that you can perform it when you are ready, but decide because after I have your decision I have to leave and then you will not see me for a long time I hope…"

"Sure, ok lets get it done with." Harry answered Cal while he was still a little in shock.

Cal leaned over and placed a finger onto Harry's temple and whispered a word that Harry couldn't hear clearly it sounded like 'memoria'. As soon as the light caused by the spell vanished Cal waved goodbye and vanished the same way that he arrived.

'Oh Merlin' became Harry's mantra again as he packed his belongings away into his invisible trunk and shrunk them before hiding it once more into the gap under the loose floorboards. As soon as he was done packing he sat down trying to decide what to do while waiting for Noon when Severus would be picking him up.

At six o'clock that morning Harry had a Voldemort induced vision, he seemed to be mightily pissed off again, something to do with Dumbledore performing a Soul summoning too, which was not news to Harry as Cal had already told him, what was news though was that Voldemort had found out in six short hours, there must be a spy at Hogwarts…

Does Harry perform the memory spell?
What happens after he gets his memories back, and what were his parents really like?
What are the memories about?
Mytenth reviewer gets to tell me what kind of Manor Salazar Slytherin owns, I need help on this.

Artemis Potter-Snape (xx)