Chapter 2: Get rid of the old, keep the new
Harry smirked at everyone as he lept off the stool and made his way over to the Slytherin table. He sat down in the only spot that was open; right in front of his old rival.
"Potter! It's really you, isn't it? Well, how've you been at your "warrior school"? You aren't dead, so I'm guessing it went well." Malfoy sneered at Harry.
The raven-haired boy quirked an eyebrow and replied, "Well Malfoy, let me tell you one thing. I am a hell of alot more powerful than you, so I recommend you not get on my bad side. They don't call me Sesshoumaru for nothing."
"What does 'Sesshoumaru' mean Harry?" Blaise, who was sitting next to Malfoy, asked.
Harry looked Blaise strait in the eye and said, "Destructive man." He then began to put food on his plate in distinct portions. Malfoy was about to ask, but someone interupted him as soon as he opened his mouth.
"Harry, why didn't you tell us you were coming back?" a voice asked behind Harry. He turned around slowly to find Ron, Hermione, Neville, Seamus, Dean, and Ginny behind him. The man looked at them and smirked. Draco was amazed; it was a Malfoy-worthy smirk.
"Well, I didn't know I was coming back until Sensei Abunai called me in from martial arts training today and told me Headmaster Bumblefuck wanted me to come back to Hogwarts. Meric, Chiisai, and Bonnou didn't want me to go and I didn't want to come, but I had no choice. Such a pity. This school sucks in comparison to Naraku Academy." he replied.
When he mentioned Naraku Academy, gasps were heard all around. "Naraku Academy, thats harder than Durmstrang! I heard you don't get any breaks and they teach you how to kill. And... they practice killing on real people!" Ron exclaimed.
"Yes, well, as much as you want me to get caught up with you and tell you my life story, I would rather get acquainted with my new housemates. What we had in the past, leave in the past and leave here." Harry tried to turn away, but Ron put his hand on his shoulder. He turned back around and glared, "Weasley, I suggest you take your hand off my shoulder. I know three hundred twelve ways to kill you while sitting right here."
Ron took his hand off Harry's shoulder, looking horrified, and Hermione looked as if she was about to cry. Harry changed during the two years he was gone, and now he was gone to them forever. The Gryffindors turned and left the to their own table. Draco looked at the man in front of him with a small smile and said, "Harry, you are truly a Slytherin at heart. Welcome to the snake pit."
He held out his hand, and both teens got de ja' vu about the time in first year on the train. This handshake was not only one of welcome; it was also one of friendship. But, unlike the other time, Harry took his hand.
Slytherin Dungeons
Once dinner was over, Harry followed Drace and the other Slytherins down to the dungeons. During their walk, the other students were pointing and whispering to each other, but Harry didn't care. Two years of not being allowed to show emotions caused it. Finally, the group stopped in front of the portrait that hid the entrance to the common room. Draco turned to Harry and said, "This is the test of a true Slytherin. If the snake in the portrait deems you worthy, you will be allowed entrance. If not, well... you'll wish you did."
Harry rolled his eyes and marched up to the painting. He looked at the snake and spoke to it in parseltongue.
/Heeelllloo, massster sssnake. Maaay I bee allowed innntooo thee rooooomm/
/Yooouu ssspeakkk my lannguage, yyounng oone/
/Yeessss, I ssspeeakk parsseltongue. What isss your name, great sssnake/
/I aam Khalil. Youu are allowed entranccce. Thee passsword iss Black mamba/
/Thankk youu Khalil. I appreccciate yoou very muccch. Iff youu woould allow mee, I wissh to coome tallk to youu again./
/I woould lllike that veryy muccch. Good day sssnake-tallker./
/Goood day/
Harry stepped back and said clearly, "Black mamba''. The snake bowed its head and the portrait door swung open. The rest of the Slytherin's gazed upon the scene with admiration and awe. He turned around to them and said, "Okay, now, we are going to go inside and I want you to tell me everything you know about Voldemort." With that, he turned around and dissapeared inside the common room.
Draco and the rest of the seventh year Slytherins- Blaise, Pansy, Crabbe, and Goyle- followed Harry into the room and sat down in front of the teen, who was already relaxing on the couch. He turned to then and said, "Okay, I want to know everything you know about Voldemort."
"Why, so you have everything to kill him?" Draco growled. He looked at Sesshoumaru, who glanced back at him and laughed.
"No, dear Draco, I do not wish to kill him. Why would I kill my own father?" he asked with amusement. The entire group froze; Pansy fainted, Crabbe and Goyle looked confused, and Blaise and Draco's jaws dropped.
"Y-you-re father?" Draco said weakly. Harry turned to them and began his story.
"While I was at Naraku, my Dark Arts professor found many glamour spells on me, that were seventeen years old. I've had them since I was born. Later, my friend Chiisai helped me perform a paternaty spell. This one showed wisps of smoke in the shapes of the parents and their names. One was a beautiful woman with the name of Evangeline. Her husband was one Thomas Marvolo Riddle a.k.a. Lord Voldemort. Let's just say it explained alot. And that damned prophecy was made up. You see, seventeen years ago Dumbledore kidnapped my mother when she was pregnant. After she gave birth to me, he killed her with the killing curse. Then he gave me to the Potters.
He let it leak out that the Potters killed my mum, so dad went to kill them. Revenge is a bitch, huh? Anyways, he couldn't kill me because he is my father. Then, he made up the prophecy so I would have to kill him. Let's just say, when I found out, I was pissed. I was so pissed I had to go out and kill. Oh, by the way, don't tell anyone that I'm Voldemort's son. I want to tell him in person on my true birthday. If you want to give him any information, tell him his long lost son will be visiting him in one week. Okay, any questions?"
The group was dumbstruck. Blaise turned to him and asked, "What was it like at Naraku Academy? What all did you learn there?"
Harry smiled at him and replied, "Well, we learned lots of things. I now know spells that would make the unforgivables look like the bat boogy hex. You wouldn't believe how many times I've been killed. I am a third degree black belt in most martial arts, and I am a master swordfighter. I can duel very well, and my power exceeds waay past Dumbledore's. I could kill him without even breaking a sweat. It was alot of hard work. We trained, studied, and practiced from six in the morning until nine at night, the only breaks were thirty minute intervels three times a day for meals. The only thing that was fun was Friday nights, when my friend Meric would sleep with the headmaster to get him to let us go to a club called Area 51. It was a dance club with a bondage dungeon underneath. Lets just say, they know me by name there. If you guys ever want to go, we can portkey in and get VIP access."
"That sounds like fun. Who would have known Harry Potter to be a freak in the bed. Haha, totally cool." Draco laughed. Harry smirked at him and gave a large wink. The Slytherins just laughed along with them. Harry looked around, finally feeling accepted at Hogwarts.
A/N: Okay, help me out at some point in time. I appreciate help because this is a reader's fic. You tell me what YOU want. Again, I apologize for the mixup about the M/F and the M/M. Damned computer!
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