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Rating is pg-13 this is a A/U year5

I may include parts of Harry Potter And the Halfblood Prince in this story.

I dont know if I'll write any ships yet.

parseltongue

written Parseltongue

telepathy

Anglo-Saxon

Jartyrae was in a very messy place. random things were scattered around, in the worst places. Like a book in a fishtank on top of a tree. Every thing was random and so wrong. It was with a start that he realized that this was his mind. He realized this because when he looked upon a book on the ground he saw a picture for a title. The wind pushed the book open and he saw a old memory of his from when he went to muggle school. Every where around him was things containing his thoughts, ambitions, disires, memorys. His very being was scattered around him.

Suddenly there was a flash of light with his mark upon it. When the light cleared away ther was a middle-aged Wizard in front of him looking around looking at things either disgustedly or in interest. The wizard was dressed in expensive looking dark green robes with silver linings. The man was holding a silver staff in his hands. The staffs top was shaped like a snake's head. The snake's eyes were made of emeralds. The man had dark silver hair and his face had a aristacratic air to it. He was starting to get wrinkes on his skin.

The wizard looked at Jartyrae and shouted at him in Anglo-saxon.

Where am I and Where is GRYFFINDOR! the man said furiously.

Jartyrae thought for a moment to interprete the mans words. then responded politely yet with a hostile undertone.

Who are you and what are you doing here. Jartyrae had a few thoughts as to who this man was but needed to be proven right or wrong.

You fool, there is no wizard that doesn't know my name. The man looked furiously at him. then spoke again.

You must be a muggle. The man raised his staff into the air and spoke the words of one of the most famous curses known.

"Avada Kedavra" as he brought his staff down hard a large burst of green light shot towards Jartyrae.

Jartyrae looked at the oncoming blast of energy and dodged it before it could hit him. He looked at the man and smirked at him. The man was qiuckly getting infurious at Jartyrae. Jartyrae smirked at him again and recalled the memory of his wand thst was taken by th aurors. A wand flew towards his hand from somplace in this bizzare place. Jartyrae aimed the wand at the man before him and smoke.

"stupefy" The bright red light shot from his wand towards the man before him. The man dodged quickly and nearly got hit by the beam.

The man looked at him strangely for a minute before muttering in Parseltongue.

I thought he was a muggle, for there is no wizard that doesn't know mt name.

Jartyrae's eye's widened and relized that the man before was a heir of the slytherin family if he can speak parseltongue. He decided to suprise him by speaking parseltongue as well.

You must be a heir of the slytherin family then, that narrows your identity down quite a bit. Jartyrae out right smiled at the man's reaction to what he said. The man's eye's widened considerably and his mouth was gaping in suprise at Jartyrae. The man pulled himself together before lowering his staff and asking.

You speak?

Yes I speak, suprised?

Quite, actually.

Now will you tell me who you are?

You really do not know? Seeing jartyrae's nod he continued. My name is Lord Salazar "Lucifer" Circryous Slytherin. And you are?

Jartyrae was shocked at the name but believed him so he responded.

Lord Harrison James "Jartyrae" Potter-Black Riddle.

Salazar was looking at Jartyrae strangely for a second before asking.

If you are not of the slytherin family then how do you speak.

I am Part of the Slytherin family, the current family head of slytherin is Riddle.

Ah, but what do you mean by current, and Where is GRYFFINDOR. I have to kill him for my reign to be complete.

Jartyrae knew Salazar wouldn't like to hear this but he must say it, but it might be fun to see his reaction to the news.

I mean current because YOU are dead, killed by Gryffindor. You are currently about 1,000 years into the future and are inside my mind. How You are here I have a guess and as to why I also have a guess, care to hear, Salazar?

Salazar went into shock. He was dead and now 1,000 years into the future he was awakened by something. He then asked in a quiet, fragile voice that is NEVER used by a proud member of the Slytherin family.

H-how, what, Tell me.

Jartyrae nodded and spoke again.

I found a statue in a room that was litterly reaking of powerful hidden magic and when I inspected it There was a prophesy on it and other things, It would be best if you went through my memory, seeing as we are in my mid this should be easy.

Jartyrae focused on the memory and the scenery fuzzed around them in a annoying manner before showing the room that the statue was in.

¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤---FLASHBACK---¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤

Only the marked one can read or even see these incriptions. Written here is the prophesy of the fall of Lord Thanantos Slytherin And inside these statues is the spirits of his power and his familiars power. Here is the prophesy of the year 593 of the present muggle date.

The Current Head of Snakes loses his Life as the third moon rises

His servants of dark and nonsoul sealed to follow the council, his Foretress taken to be a prison.

A Magick lost for a Mellenium an two century, to return

The Head of snakes must seal his work in the cell of the dungeons 17

The Head of Snakes Second Grandchild must be sealed in soul and blood to the cell 17

The Marked one who lived when is to die will be reborn as the Second Grandchild

of the Current head of Snakes, and rule The servants of Dark and Nonsoul.

For if the Line of snakes is to continue this must be done.

The Head of Snakes lose his life to the Head of Lions as the Third moon rises...

To receive the great work and family of Lord Thanantos Slytherin you must absorb this statue and all will be clear. To absorb this statue you must hold in in both your hands and Bite the crest of gryfindor on the bottom of this statue. by biting a crest it means that you swear to uphold our family honor of Vengence against the main family of gryfindor with few exceptions.

Jartyrae looked at the statue and thought about it. He decided then that he will do as the statue required. As he bit down on the now soft clay statue, a bright flash of green and silver light which had a alchemic circle with a pentagram on top of it, with a bolt of lightning that looked like Jartyrae's scar. This strange mark had a insciption in a variation of parseltongue on it. It was then he realized that this was his mark that he passed out when the light around his mark shown too bright.

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Salazar drew the concusions as to what happened to himself. His grandfather looked locked his own power and his grandchilds power and soul within this statue. He, Salazar Slytherin was to fuse with the person next to him. It was now his duty to do so. His grandfather's work will be finished, even if he didn't like it. At least the descendents of Gryfindor will pay for what they did to him and his family.

Salazar sensed the magic that was keeping himself to gether in this place and slowly started to intergrate himself into the large beams of power. He started to have visions of his new charges life. It was becoming painful.

Jartyrae was having similar effects to slytherin. He was having flashs of slytherin's life. Their surrondings were shimmering and changing, organizing, altering. His mind was becoming the mind of Salazar Slytherin and Salazars mind was becoming his own mind. Their bodies were now transparent and beams of energy were being shot out of them to combine together and were forming a new body. This body Looked like Jartyrae's current one except for the hair. It now had Bright Silver streaks running through it.

Finaly they were one. With a flash of bright green light they left what they will learn to call dreamscape.

They were back in the room where the statue was. The small statue was now ash on the floor. Sneering at the ash they waved their hand and the ash was banished into the sea outside Azkaban. They smirked. They were on and they had power and Knowledge beyond comprehension. But they knew they coudn't leave the lords rooms of Azkaban till they were equal to their Grandfather. They then spoke in a strange voice. It was like Jartyrae's original voice but had another's voice under it in a Very low hissing.

I am Lord Lucifer Salazar Harrison Circe Slytherin or otherwise known as Lord Jartyrae Black. Time to train to become the best and when the time comes they will not settle for just this world to rule, but many others.

The end is coming...

(A/N) hope you enjoyed this chapter.

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Harry is now salazar slytherin and Salazar in now Harry Potter. They are one.

Harry is part of the Riddle and slytherin family through Voldemort. All current heirs of Slytherin have the name Riddle magicly added to their name, for they are the current heads of slytherin.

Lord Harrison James "Jartyrae" Potter-Black Riddle+Lord Salazar "Lucifer" Circryous SlytherinLord Lucifer Salazar Harrison Circe "Jartyrae Black" Slytherin.