Ok, everyone Before you read. I'm happy you reviewed. Also If anyone doesn't mind I'd be ever so happy for a beta. I was going to ask this Raven guy if he'd do so for me, however he never emailed me back. So if you want the chapter earlier than anyone else…Oh and to my Beta for My Tainted Blue Rose. Sorry my computer caught a virus and the email and word doc was disabled. I should have the next chapter to you after I type it.

Hi this isn't an update but instead is me getting rid of the voting thing, turns out your not aloud to, what a shame really any way, i'm reloading the chapters and might add another one on soon, but my priority lies of my tainted blue rose, i'm having trouble deciding something, so i'm about to go consult my beta bye!

For most of his life Harry had been criticized about the way he looked, people had always called him a worthless street rat. Grown ups telling him to get clothes that fit, and children trying to pull his pants down. And do to their humongous size, usually succeeding . That would be why it came as more than a shock to the teen, when Lacy and Jack found him to look innocent, with his overly large clothes. Of course, though he would rather strangle himself than admit it to anyone else, Harry had a Slytherin side. And that side allowed him to see when he would be able to use this type of situation to his advantage. Say like going to the mall, and having not to spend any money what so ever.

Admit it, you all think he would make a devious little Slytherin. Too bad he's stuck eing a devious gryffindor, the only one of it's kind.

"Harry darling can you pass me the biscuits?" Lacy asked. She held out her hands expectedly.

Harry smiled kindly at her, lifting the biscuit off the table and handing the bowl to her. Lacy grabbed the bowl from him taking a biscuit and handing him one. "Dear, do you need help cutting your meat?" She asked him.

Harry looked down quickly to hide his scowl. Of course he didn't need help cutting the steak. "Yes, that would be lovely Lacy." He said. Harry blinked at her with big innocent eyes as she leaned over and began to cut the steak into little even pieces. 'that's right keep it up, make them fall in love with you and manipulate them.'

Lacy pushed her blonde hair out of her eyes and began to slowly cut the steak into pieces. She smiled happily before giggling. "Oh Harry I love your hair." she stated, and jack leaned over and tousled his hair.

And for all the annoyance Harry received from the Jadestones. He believed the moment was worth it just to see how his Aunt and Uncle sputtered and spat out their drinks in surprise. After years of telling him to get a hair cut, Harry felt this was the perfect punishment. He was going to milk it for all that it was worth.

"Oh, yes my aunt loves it as well, don't you Aunty Pity." Harry said softly.

His aunt's eyes widened, and did a rather comical imitation of a deer caught by head lights. "Oh, umm yes ever so much."

Lacy nodded satisfied. "Oh, but aunty Pity? What a peculiar name." She said directing her thought towards Harry. And before his aunt could but in Harry looked down to hide his smile. He had always been good at coming up with an extravagant story out of no where. Romance was his specialty.

"Oh, What a Pity her name is as well. One day my aunt was walking into a store when a rather large pit bull walked up to her and peed on her leg. My aunt being the kind hearted women she is bent down to pick up the dog, however she was wearing a very large coat that day, and a police officer mistook her and the pit-bull for two dogs humping. This could happen easily from the angle he was facing."

Harry's shoulder shook in laughter of which Lacy and mistook for the jerk of tears. Oh but he had tears, only they weren't at all remorseful.

"Oh, Vernon, What happened, did you complain."

Harry laughed harder, knowing that his uncle could not call him red faced, because the jadestones liked him. Oh he was definitely milking this.

Vernon avoided Petunia's eyes. "Oh umm no it was an easy misunderstanding, we just….um let the dogs go." Vernon said, he had to bite his lip a moment later when petunia stomped hard on his foot..

Harry had to hold onto the table to keep from falling off his chair. The Jadestone have just become my two most favorite people.

Grinning Harry decided to pick up another conversation, the broom closet really had him curious. "So Lacy…" He began trying the name out and decided he thought it sounded too mundane. "This house seems rather old."

"Oh it's been in the family for years" Jack said. "Our family bught it off a dying women in the early thirties. Legend has it that this house belonged one to a Evil wizard that was vanquished by the local villagers. But his spirit takes revenge on all of the families that lived in it. Each family would have a member that died of unexplainable circumstances."

Harry tilted his head in contemplation. "Unexplainable circumstances." He repeated.

Jack shrugged. "The women my family bought the house was fond dead in her bath tub. Only their was no water in the tub, she had not marks on her body, and she had suffered not heart attacks, nor did her body just shut down. She was just dead."

Harry looked away spooked. He could not get the picture of Cedric's body lying their motionless.

"But that's just legend and mysteries. I've lived in this house my whole life and I'm just fine. Though…"

Dudley who had sunk low in his chair when the legend had begun to be told spoke up. Or more like squeaked up. "Though what?"

Jack looked over at Harry a his eyes softening. "I've yet to be to the tallest floor of the house for more than a day."

Harry didn't even bat an eyelash, 'oh great another mystery for me to solve, because the goddess knows I can't go a month without one.'

Harry entered the library. He decided he might needed some time to himself and the thought of being in the blindingly white rooms were not at all tempting. He made his way around the scattered chairs of the huge library, only to trip on the carpet. He was rather clumsy when he wasn't really paying attention. Annoyed with himself Harry scanned the rows of books that were at his disposal, according to Jack.

"I wonder if they have anything interesting in this house to read. Jack did say the house might have belonged to a wizard. Oh, what is this?" He asked himself. It was rather dusty and worn looking book, the kind he'd see in the school library. Pulling off the shelf Harry examined the cover and almost dropped the book in shock. Their in metal silver writing across the cover…

The journal of Salazar Slytherin.

What where the chances. Still slightly freaked out Harry was cautious to open the book. He wondered if he should just hand it over to Dumbledore, but knew the older Wizard wouldn't let him see it again. Still apprehensive he tenderly opened the book.

Fear for what is real. Look within these pages and witness the undying truth. (Ok people I'm taking a quote from Nigh Jasmine, so don't get angry) What you shall read will scare you. Will frighten you, will wake the demons of fear with in your reality. And from this you will realize it was all a lie. All lies. It was not insanity that drove my lust. No. It was madness…

Harry snapped the book shut in confusion. He hadn't understood any of that. But from what he read, he could decipher that Slytherin was not all there. Shaking his head Harry placed the book in the cover of his jacket intent on reading more later. He now had a vague idea of who the wizard was that lived here. Or might have.

Harry stepped off the elevator yawning. It had been an eventful day, and all he wanted to do now was rest. Ignoring the way the moon shown making the whole white floor look creepy he made his way to his proclaimed room. Stepping into it he switched on a light and made his way over to his trunk not bothering to look around. He threw on a pair of nighters, and flopped onto the bed. Throwing the covers over himself Harry snuggle into a pillow and prepared to fall asleep. The sound of light breathing beside him was helping to lull him into slumber…

'Light Breathing!'

Flipping over in the bed in shock Harry's bright green eyes met dark forest ones.

"Ah…" He started preparing to scream in shock when his voice was muffled by a pair of rough hand.

His green eyes were wide as he let his gaze wonder the stranger face. The man had pale skin that rivaled the Malfoy's, and Hair so black one could compare it a the dark of night.

Harry bit down on the hand covering his mouth and the stranger gasped in pain. In his haste to get away Harry wiggled himself into the sheet and rolled out of bed then landed with a thump on the ground. Growling in pain The Gryffindor untangled him self from the sheet, and quickly stood. 'I really am too clumsy'

The stranger raised a dark eye brow, smirking in amusement, the pain in his hand obviously forgotten. The dark haired man, gracefully exited the bed, a dire contrast to Harry's earlier display.

"Well, at least now I know I'm not working for an idiot." The man stated sarcastically.

Harry frowned glaring at the man. "Who in the world do you think your calling an…" Harry paused, he was getting side tracked. "Get out or… Or…"

The man tilted his head, even more amused. "Or what you'll scream?"

Harry growled. "I don't know what you want you perverted old man, but the Aur-police will see to it that you don't get it."

The man rolled his eyes. "You must be an heir to Gryffindor, only they would say something so idiotic."

Harry gapped, he took a step back. "You, You're a wizard."

The stranger rolled his eyes crossing his arms over his robes. "And the clothes didn't give that away. Do you want a cookie?"

Harry flicked wand out of his long sleeves. "You're a wizard too…"

"What does Voldemort want now?"

The man blinked in confusion. "Who in the world is Volfermit."

Harry almost tripped over his feet when he realized the man was genuinely confused. No servant of Voldemort would ever say his name wrong. "Where have you been under a rock?" He asked.

"More along the lines of being trapped in a bottle."

Harry stared at the man, "What?"

The man sighed. "Every time… Ok, you are my master. I am your genie." He stated each word slowly as if talking to a one year old.

Harry flopped himself down on the ground unable to stand after that shock. "Your kidding. This isn't one of Voldemort's practical jokes right?"

The man groaned. "No, and who is the Baldywart guy you keep mentioning?"

"Gods, if you a wizard/Genie shouldn't you know."

The Genie snorted. "Well maybe if had not been asleep for the last seventy years. An why aren't you more freaked out by this."

Harry place his wand in his sleeve. "I've resigned myself to always have odd things happen to me. And Voldemort is the heir of Slytherin bent on the destruction of all things muggle, and me." He said.

The Genie smirked. "So I have an heir again?" Slytherin questioned.

Harry blanched staring at the man in horror. "W…who are Y…you?" He stuttered.

"Take a guess."

Harry should have seen in. The man's journal, the legend, the oddly familiar looks to that of a teenage Tom Riddle.

"Oh my god!"

"No…but your close." The man said smirking darkly, clearly he liked Harry's reaction.

Harry was scared, this man was back, Slytherin was back, He'd go join Voldemort then the whole world would be doomed, and…

Harry rubbed his throat nervously. "Wait… You're my genie don't I have control over you."

Salazar shrugged. "Not really, you can make wishes, but beside that I have free rule. It's quite simple really there are five rules one you have an infinite number of wishes. Two no wishing that has to do with love. Three no wishing to bring back the dead. Four no wishing me free." Salazar ignored Harry's snort. "And five No wishing for a way out of fate. If you wish to win a race, I will not be able to grant it. That would be up to you."

Harry paled. "So you can do what ever you want…Then I have my first wish."

Salazar nodded. "Yes?"

Harry closed his eyes. "I wished you would never leave my side, and I'd be the only one able to see and hear you."

Now it was Salazar turn to blanch. He choked and glared at the youth. "That's more then one wish."

Harry grinned finding a loop hole. "Yes, but it wasn't against the rules."

Salazar raised an eye brow. "How…Slytherin of you."

Harry groaned sick of people saying that. "I'm no Slytherin."

Salazar looked at the mess of covers on the floor remembering the younger mans earlier display of balance."Indeed."

Harry closed his eyes, and passed out unable to take any more.

Salazar mused with himself before striding over, bending down, and picking the surprising light boy up. He placed the boy in bed.

"I think I've taken a liking to you, you little brat. But don't think I won't get you back for that last wish." He muttered, then climbed into the bed himself, unable to leave the boys side. He completely missed the journal that he accidentally kicked under the bed.

Yeah that would be all people that would be all. So what did you think, was it good ok nice boring, ok yeah it was boring, but I'm only getting stared, here are some out takes to the next chapter.

"I don't hate your reality; I just substitute it for my own."

"So what would the difference be between fiction and reality?"

"Fiction makes more since."

"Harry lets go shopping."

"Salazar you can't keep blowing up women skirts."

"Then what's the fun in being invisible?"

"Salazar! Stop throwing the balls at Jacks head."

"It's not my fault he can't catch them."

"He can't see you throwing them!"