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.
Lily & James Potter, Dumbledore and Snape are going to be so OOC.
Hey, HPSTORYGUY – Your number ten so tell me what sort of Manor should Salazar have? I need it for two chapters time.
Letters
Flashbacks
'thought'
"speech"
visions/
x-x-change of time/scene-x-x
(thoughts while reading a letter)
Chapter 4 – Memories And Flashbacks
For some fortunate reason Harry's uncle let him sleep in for an extra half an hour that morning which gave him about an hours sleep since Voldemort last cursed one of his Deatheaters. For this one small favour he was extremely grateful, but it also made him aware of what was going to happen in about four and a half hours, today Professor Snape was coming to rescue him, he hoped.
"You have ten minutes to have a bath and make sure you are properly clean this time, the last client complained and only paid me half you filthy no good freak." Vernon shouted through the door.
'For crying out loud what does he expect, I had no warm water and no soap, urgh I'll gladly come back and kill these beasts someday, maybe I'll sic Tom on them? He sure likes killing nasty muggles, but then he does kill the innocents too…best not then, don't want to be like him too much' Harry thought as he left his room to go take a shower and get cleaned for the day.
Lucky for him as soon as he entered the bathroom his uncle reappeared and threw soap, shampoo and a towel at him and ordered him to use the warm water, and as his uncle put it, 'Warm water will do I suppose to clean you up you filthy freak.' Harry only nodded and started to undress with his uncle watching, knowing that he was checking to make sure that there were no bruises in sight before he left to organise Petunias disappearing act for the whole day.
Ever since Vernon lost his job he had been sending Petunia out everyday either looking for jobs or doing house cleaning for several unsavoury people that Vernon knew. With Petunia out of the way he was free to subject Harry to what ever he wanted, and for the past three weeks it was to 'clients' he had to perform acts on them, the only thing out of bounds was his mouth, Vernon was saving that for a high payer.
While Harry was scrubbing himself he came to the decision to unlock his past memories as Salazar Slytherin, I mean what harm could come from it? ((AN - famous last words, has anyone else thought that and then something bad happened?))
Harry still had four hours to use up…unless a customer came by before then, which he doubted because it was mid-week. With that decided he got himself out from the shower and dried and dressed himself in the clothes that his 'Uncle' provided in case anyone came to see him and took himself straight to his room where he was told to stay unless he needed to use the toilet.
As soon as he heard his Aunt and Uncle leave the house, Petunia to find a job and Vernon to go to the shops he sat down in a meditative position and emptied his mind to focus on the spell clearly, once he was prepared he started the spell.
"By the Moon and Stars,
By the Fates and Destiny,
I beseech thee,
Release that, which is mine,
Give back time lost."
As soon as the spell was complete Harry keeled over unconscious as his memories came rushing towards him.
x-x-x- Memories Salazar Slytherin -x-x-x
"Your worthless, we should have drowned you at birth…"
"Can you not do as you are told?"
A man who appeared to be in his mid twenties and a woman of about the same age dressed in fine high-class robes shouted at a child who appeared to be no older than five years, he was cowering and shaking in fear of those he calls parents.
x-x-x- Time forwarded –x-x-x
A young boy with black hair and green eyes stood in his small room looking into the mirror on his wall, it was a gilded monstrosity that he hated with a passion yet it was his inheritance from his much beloved grandmother the only person that had ever shown him true love. Even though the mirror was hideous he loved it, not because it was his inheritance, but because it was charmed so that when he needed her his grandmother appeared in it and gave his image a hug, which he felt on the subconscious level.
Normally he stood looking in it to feel close to his grandmother, but today he was standing in front of it as naked as the day he was born inspecting the bruises and cuts that literally covered most of his skin. He apprised the split lip that his mother had given him yesterday for not bowing correctly, he looked over every single bruise and thought of every offence…not eating slowly enough, using the wrong piece of cutlery, etc.etc. Each offence more petty than the last, what did they expect from a six year old?
x-x-x- time forwarded –x-x-x
'Must run faster…must run faster…' was repeating over and over in the mind of the eight year old Salazar Slytherin. He was running away from his home, with him he had his wand Holly, 12 ½ inches, supple with a unicorn mane hair and a dragon scale. Around the boys neck was his familiar Jetzy a pure black magical breed of snake, one that he had found as a hatchling and fed to help it live, in payment she gave the gift of parseltongue to use and pass on to following generations of his heirs.
"Oof…"
"Get off me"
"I…I'm sorry" Salazar said while looking at the ground.
"Are you alright?" Godric said to the bruised boy who shrugged, "My names Godric come I'll take you to see my mother."
"I'm Salazar"
x-x-x- time forwarded –x-x-x
The twelve year old Salazar stood outside his small school waiting for lessons to start again standing beside him was a strawberry blonde boy of the same age.
"Hey Godric…who are they?"
"Rowena and Helga the top witches, you've been here for three years and you didn't know? So which one do you fancy?"
"I was rather busy you know trying to catch up, and I don't fancy either, their girls, yuck."
Godric chuckled at his friends antics and turned away looking towards the girls, "Come on I'll introduce you…" he dragged his friend by the arm towards the girls, "…Hey Hellie, Row this is Salazar"
"Pleased to meet you." Both girls said at the same time before giggling, while Godric rolled his eyes.
x-x-x- time forwarded –x-x-x
"By the powers that guide," Salazar started.
"By the powers that teach," Rowena added.
"By the powers that triumph," Godric invoked.
"By the powers that heal." Helga called.
"We beseech thee so that we may join in bondship,
To join as sisters and brothers,
Until the end of time."
A flash of blue, green, red and yellow light was the only indication that the bonding ceremony worked, from now until the end of time they were siblings, closer than biological siblings yet not so close that they cannot marry each other in love. The four sixteen year olds collapsed in a heap on the floor giggling as their thoughts mingled in each others heads.
x-x-x- time forwarded –x-x-x
"This is it, after two years it's nearly fully built" Salazar breathed out sharply.
"Hey Sal, what shall we call it?" Godric asked while watching Salazar float some stones into place.
"Hogwarts idiot, that's what this land is called." Salazar snapped out.
"Hey girls we have a name. Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, all we need now are teachers."
x-x-x- time forwarded –x-x-x
"That's it, remember that it isn't just physical strength that can win a fight, what else is there…Matthias Jonas?"
"Um…our magic and some potions sir."
"Yes ten points to Gryffindor, now Lucia Malfin explain which ones work as a combination."
"A poison on a knife is always a good combination sir, then there is the power spell which you can cast on your self to make any kicks or punches more powerful. Your favourite poison is the 'kill quick' which is coated onto the blades of your throwing knifes, Professor Gryffindor uses the 'Sleep deep' poison, Professor Ravenclaw prefers to just use a sleeping potion and Professor Hufflepuff uses a numbing potion on their weapons."
"Very good, twenty points to Slytherin for naming the types of potions and poisons that we use. Now for the next lesson of potions we will be making the advanced numbing potion that Professor Hufflepuff uses…"
x-x-x- time forwarded –x-x-x
"Sal you don't have to leave…" Rowena sobbed into her hanky.
"Please stay." Helga asked softly looking at her best friend.
"I can not, Rowena and Godric you are getting married, Helga you are already married to a wonderful young man, I need to find someone for me, no one likes what I am, who I love, it is wrong in our world. I'm leaving to find the man of My Dreams, I deserve that, when I find him I will let you know, but I need this, I need to let my heart be filled with the love only a lover can give…you three have given me a piece of you I love you my brother and sisters I may one day return to see you, I will write I promise, you will always be able to find me, in your rooms are permanent portkeys set to my blood they will only work for you and bring you to me only no matter where I am. Take care, I love you all."
x-x-x- time forwarded to the Soul Realm –x-x-x
"Well this is it my friend, I will miss you Cal."
"And I you, I will meet you again. I do have last minute information for you, if for any reason you use a memory spell to bring your previous life forward remember there will be physical changes…good luck my friend…"
Memories streamed past faster and faster, Harry couldn't see them all but his mind was processing them anyway, there were one hundred and eighty six years worth to absorb after all.
x-x-x- Harry's Hidden Memories –x-x-x
"Obliviate." Dumbledore said as he pointed his wand at Harry.
x-x-x- time forwarded –x-x-x
"Why do you keep obliviating me?"
"Because you keep remembering my boy and we cannot have that." Dumbledore answered back.
As Harry turned to leave he heard the word once more.
x-x-x- time reversed –x-x-x
"Dada…dada…da…da…mama…mama…" An eighteen-month-old Harry called out for his parents.
"Avada Kedavra." Harry watched as the green light came from the white haired man and hit his mother in the back as she ran towards him.
"Well Tom, I killed your cousin and you killed her husband, neither of us wants to see the child live so I let you take the job." The white haired man bowed in a mocking manner to the dark haired man in front of him.
"Certainly, I will see you soon for the final battle Headmaster." He too bowed, and then after waiting to make sure the Headmaster had left pointed his wand at Harry and muttered the two words for the killing curse, the light hit the baby and bounced back and killed the body but not the spirit of the evil man.
Harry sat looking round cooing and occasionally calling for his parents.
An hour later the white-haired man is back to make sure the child was dead.
"Oh well, he failed perhaps I could control you to keep your heritage hidden…hm…" the old man stroked his beard in thought, "…change your memories of the last few hours…keep you away from our world…it might just work…Obliviate"
x-x-x- time reversed –x-x-x
"Your were what?" James shouted at his wife of two years.
"The true heir to Slytherin, Harry is the next true heir and will be really powerful, I thought I should tell you, Voldemort maybe our cousin but he will kill Harry and I."
"That's it, I want nothing more to do with either of you only for appearances sake, I'll take the guest room, it's the furthest from you both."
"He's six months old, I am not looking after the brat on my own."
"Tough." James screamed before walking away.
x-x-x- time forwarded –x-x-x
"Sirius don't go, you'll get caught." Harry pleaded for his godfather to see sense.
"I'm sorry Harry there is a raid and we need all the order members that we can organise."
"I know."
An hour later Snape walked in the Great Hall to see Harry pacing.
"Professor did the raid end already?"
"What raid? There was no raids tonight, only two Deatheaters going to collect some supplies for the Dark Lord."
"But Dumbledore told Sirius that there was a huge raid planned…what is going on?"
x-x-x- time forwarded –x-x-x
"Imperio, you will gather your friends and go join a fight with the Deatheaters, Sirius is in trouble."
An hour later Harry and his friends were in Hogsmeade, Hermione was fighting Malfoy Senior with Junior helping her…Ron was fighting Avery with Blaise helping him…Neville, Ginny and Luna were fighting Mr LeStrange. Harry, Sirius and Dumbledore were separated from the others by Bellatrix LeStrange, Peter Pettigrew, Crabbe and Goyle, it was a fierce fight but the side of Light were winning so the Deatheaters apparated away.
Harry turned to look at Sirius to make sure he was all right; as he turned he saw the Killing curse from Dumbledore's wand strike Sirius in the back.
"How could you, he loved me…how could you." Harry screamed at Dumbledore.
"You were getting too attached, he had to go…Obliviate."
Once more forgotten memories streamed past too fast for Harry to actually see, but his mind still absorbed them disturbing him more and more.
x-x-x- What happened to Snape –x-x-x
/Vision/
"My Lord, I have the report that you wanted on the traitor." Theodore Nott told Voldemort as he bowed low and kissed the hem of the creature's robes.
"What pray tell have you learnt?"
"Severus Snape is indeed the traitor you thought him to be, as soon as he leaves the meetings he goes to Dumbledore's office there he repeats everything word for word, or they use a pensive if Snape is feeling too ill. My Lord he has even been nice to that boy when there is no one around, they act like friends, this has been happening for at least a few months."
"Well let's call him then." Voldemort placed his hand on Nott's mark and called for Snape.
Twenty minutes later Snape was on his knees kissing the hem of Voldemorts robe.
"Traitors are punished most severely are they not Severus." Voldemort rasped out.
"Yes My Lord, ahhhhh."
There began the beatings, curses and whippings.
/End Vision/
Harry woke up, grabbed his portkey and wand and went to save Snape, the person that he had one hell of a crush on.
An hour later, many hexes, curses and blood lettings later Snape and Harry Portkeyed back to the Gryffindor dorm-room where Ron was waiting after he woke to the sounds of Harry getting ready to go.
"Infirmary now…" Harry managed just before he passed out.
x-x-x- Dumbledore the Bastard –x-x-x
"There are no blood protections, Petunia isn't really my aunt, he never told me about the prophecy until he had to, he knew what those animals were doing to me…the bastard knew Pettigrew was the secret keeper, what else was he keeping from me?" Harry mumbled to himself not expecting an answer.
"You do know that you won't remember this right? Well anyway…he knew that Mad-Eye was not the real one, did you know that he runs every part of your estates, the money, land, businesses everything."
"How do I stop him?" Harry asked the portrait.
"Write a will if you die he will not be able to touch anything, so far he can only say what and how much you can touch, he cannot go into the vaults, as soon as you die then he can and will, he wants everything from your family lines, and there are many many rare objects in each vault."
"How do you know so much?"
"Forgive me, I'm Susanna Mallicia Ravenclaw-Gryffindor, great granddaughter of Godric Gryffindor and Rowena Ravenclaw, also some distant relative of yours. Now summon parchment and ink and we will set you up a will, don't worry Wizarding Law is my speciality, there was a lovely redheaded descendant that used to leave the Modern Law books open with a page turning spell so that I could brush up on what I knew."
An hour later there was a will written in such a way that Dumbledore would never be able to touch his stuff, even after it went to his heirs. The stipulation was that if Dumbledore was ever given access or rights to any of the property from the Potter vaults or the family line vaults then the heir would lose all rights and the property would move to the next in the list which was long, if it reached the end then the properties would be sold or given to charity and the money would go to good causes. The vaults would be sealed from entry by the Goblins from anyone who was not named heir or was not Gryffindor blood, just in case he killed himself off and came back as someone else with Glamouries.
Harry came out of his memories at eleven o'clock, just before he heard his uncle return from shopping. He sat back into a submissive position and waited as he heard his uncle waddle up the stairs, the door opened and his uncle threw a bag at him.
"Put these on slave, we have several guests coming over in three hours, you have twenty minutes to get in that shower, get changed and back into position before I come and lock your door, now move."
'Wow, two showers in one morning, it must be someone special, at least I will smell nice for Sev' Harry thought as he saw the bottles of Shower gel and shampoo in the bag with yet more clothes.
Artemis Potter-Snape (xx)