Disclaimer: I do not own any characters, objects, or anything else that comes from J.K. Rowling's Harry Potter series.

Warning: This story will contain scenes of violence, bad language, and maybe other themes that some audiences may find unsuitable. You have been advised.

"Regular speech or Spell"

"Parseltongue (includes spells spoken in it)"

Text

'Thought'

The True Heir of Slytherin

Chapter 8:

"That's it. I want this person who has spotted us and is informing Umbridge here yesterday." Harry's words came out in a wave of anger despite his calm demeanor. He was still upholding his nobility.

Everyone, wearing their battle robes, looked at each other as they walked into the Chamber of Secrets through Pipe Sixteen hearing this and came to a stop.

Daphne saw this and shouted, "You heard him… Our new main mission directive is to discover and capture this creep."

Everyone snapped to attention despite their weary appearance a second before.

"We'll spread our ears and eyes. How far can we go?" Seamus asked punching his right fist into his left hand.

Daphne turned to Harry, who had been deep in thought, turned partially away from everyone. Realizing her shift, Harry looked at her to see her glancing between him and Seamus, motioning for Harry to reply to the Irishman.

"Cause hell. You can interrogate anyone as roughly as you want as long as you erase their memories afterward and are not caught. That means no one is to be seen, heard, felt, smelled or, and I don't know how someone would without also experiencing one of the former senses, tasted. Understood?"

Seamus as well as many others grinned devilishly. This was going to be fun.

"Hit the showers, and get to it. I will speak with all of you tomorrow." Lord Slytherin dispatched his troops before walking away and towards the library. Daphne followed after him after a few seconds.

"That shouldn't have happened." Harry said gravely, his appearances dropping for his secret fiancé.

"No, but it will not be happening again." Daphne assured.

That next afternoon was a Sunday, and Harry and his order were on a rampage. They were investigating everyone as best as they could and were rather rough but stealthy about it.

Harry was walking the halls nearby the headmistress's office when he saw a student walk slightly rushed towards where Harry knew Umbridge's office to be. He quickly followed after and just before the person was to turn down the last hall, which would allow the person to be seen by the gargoyle guarding the office, Harry stunned them. Smirking with satisfaction as the body crumpled to the floor in a heap. Harry silently hurried up to the person and flipped them over before his eyebrows furrowed in anger.

"So it was you."

Before losing his temper and beating the pile of person right there in the hall, Lord Slytherin picked up the student, shadow traveled to the Chamber of Secrets, and summoned chains and shackles that bound the fifth year to the marble floor. Harry then growled before shadow traveling and finding one of his groups of Slytherins followed by Ravenclaws, Hufflepuffs, and finally his Gryffindors. He gave each the same message: "I found him. Tell the others and meet me in the Chamber as soon as possible."

Fifteen minutes later, the entire Order of Slytherin was surrounding the cause of many of their problems.

Harry kicked the boy right before reversing the spell and standing right in front of him.

"Did you really think we would never find you, you snitch?" Harry asked, his arms crossed and face covered. Everyone else's faces were covered as well by their hoods.

"Who… who are you?" Oliver Rivers stuttered in fear, pleasing Harry's ears.

"Oh, come now. You know who I am surely. You have been spying and ratting on my troops and me to Umbridge for quite some time now. Finally after your information inspired Umbridge to cordon off the Dark Forrest from the rest of the school and send patrols into the forest, you left me with no choice but to find you. You forced us to kill them. You are the spy and my prisoner, so you tell me, who am I?"

"Harry Potter." Rivers bowed his head in shame.

Lord Slytherin would have smiled as he realized Umbridge had no idea of his heritage or the vastness of his group.

"Who does Umbridge think we are? What does she think our intentions are? Why does she think we exist?" Harry asked.

"She thinks you and your group are loyal to Dumbledore or chaos in general and that you mean to usurp the Ministry of Magic, the light in general, and her specifically." Rivers answered.

"Now, are you going to ever spy on us again?"

Oliver shook his head rapidly.

"Good." Harry punched Oliver straight below his right eye, launching the newly revealed spy back until his chains stopped him. The Lord of Slytherin house then stomped down on the student's stomach and used a spell to create great pain in the teen before stunning him and wiping his memory of everything that had happened except for the fear of spying on them again, so he would not.

"Insert him into the Hufflepuff common room," he ordered before walking away from the body on the floor and continuing, "and everyone is dismissed."

"Where is he?" Umbridge muttered, fretting over the disappearance of her informant. She would soon have the Inquisitorial Squad search for him to only find him asleep in the Hufflepuff common room on a couch. She told her squad that she wished to question him herself, which was the truth to a certain degree. She would ask him why he was asleep, only to be infuriated when he replied that he was done informing on Harry and his group and that he would not help her anymore before being yelled at by the Headmistress. Oliver would remain firm in his position though and would deny any events from occurring to change his mind, as he really did not remember any.

"What am I going to do now?" Umbridge asked herself, her head in her hands before two people came up to her desk.

"We could probably help with that."

"How do you suppose that, children?" Umbridge smiled overly sweetly before reaching for her cup of tea and taking a sip.

"We are a part of Harry's organization." The second one replied, causing Umbridge to choke slightly on her tea.

"Well, that is good."

"For you certainly." The first one, a boy, commented.

Six days later, Slytherin house was approaching Knockturn Alley, disguised amongst the large crowd. Finally, however, all of them managed to enter a side street along the alley.

"Go reach your objectives." Harry said before reentering the alley and walking further down the alley and into a shop with a worn dark mahogany sign and dirty windows.

He opened a matching dark mahogany door to find a cozy shop with glass display cases all along the walls of the front room. At the opposite side of the room there was a counter in front of a door leading to, what Harry assumed, the crafting room.

Behind the counter sat an older man. The man was balding but what little hair he had left was snow-white. He was of medium-sized build but looked like he could still pack a punch despite his age.

"Ah, a customer. My name's Louis, hence the name of the shop. What can I do for you, sir?" The man asked in a distinctly Welsh accent.

"Yes, I know, Louis… after all, my family has owned your shop for a long time." Harry replied, his hood still covering his face.

Louis's eyes went wide and he gasped in disbelief. "Lord…" he hesitated, as if afraid to be heard, "Slytherin?"

Harry slowly gave one nod of his head.

"May I see your face and know who you are?"

Harry shook his head slowly. "All you need to know is that I am Lord Slytherin and that you cannot reveal my existence to anyone."

"Of course, milord." Louis bowed. "Now, what may I do for you?"

"I need two wands and two wand holsters crafted for me… In addition, I will soon be having my friends visit you to be outfitted with your wands as well." Harry informed the older man.

"Ah, yes, of course, sir. All you have to do is go up to each display and when you feel a pull on your magic tell me, and I'll get it out for you. Start with the woods then move clockwise around the room." Louis said, pointing to the first displays on his left before bowing again.

Harry moved up to the cases and waved his hand over each wood, choosing two before moving on. He then moved onto the largest section of the process, the cores. Lord Slytherin repeated the movement he did over the wand core cases, and this time chose three objects before going over to the gemstone cases and choosing only one object.

"What did my magic pull me to?"

"Milord, you chose Manzanita, the wood of fire, and yew wood, the wood of death. Both of them are a combination for chaos. The cores you chose were basilisk venom, a wolf fang, and thestral tail hairs. I got it off an unnamed merchant on the black market a couple years ago. The gemstone is not so rare, though. The gemstone is a sunstone, the mark of a leader, unsurprising for you, I am sure."

"Is it possible to have my order completed by this upcoming weekend?" Harry asked.

"Certainly. That is a more than reasonable timeline, sir."

"Good. I will come to retrieve them then."

"Yes, milord. If they are ready beforehand, do you want me to notify you, and if so, how am I to contact you?" Louis asked.

Harry paused to think. "Send an owl to Lord PHSJ if that happens. I will pay you once I retrieve the wands and holsters." Harry paused before saying, "now that we have this established, I will see you in a week, Louis, if not less. Goodbye."

"Goodbye, Lord Slytherin." Louis bowed before retreating into the back of the shop, where his workstation resided.

Harry turned without a word and walked back out the door.

Three days later, a letter came to Harry carried by an ordinary brown barn owl with only four words and a letter: "They are ready. Sincerely, Louis."

Harry chuckled at the Gryffindor table, surrounded by his friends before taking another sip of his pumpkin juice.

"That's good. Soon, all of us will be having them, huh?" Seamus asked.

Harry nodded.

Throughout the next few weeks, more of the Order of Slytherin ordered wands crafted by Louis and received them before the entire organization was outfitted with two grand pieces of wood made specifically for them. Everything seemed to be going good for Harry. His, Daphne's, and his followers' powers were growing, their resources were too, and even Harry and Daphne's relationship as well.

"Hey." Harry greeted Daphne as he hung in the doorway of the library, watching the young woman who would one day be his wife.

She looked up from her book, a dark red one with black letters on the cover. "Hey, Harry. What's up?"

"I was hoping that you would accompany me into the Dark Forest if you would?" The young man fidgeted slightly, betraying his cool guise to reveal his nerves.

"What's wrong?" She asked, closing her book and setting it to the side while still looking at her one-day fiancé, obviously concerned.

"I wished for us to take a stroll through the forest and just talk, get to know one another some more." Harry's new lordly demeanor kept receding and reappearing.

Daphne smiled at the young man's antics. "I would love that. Any place in mind?"

"Not exactly. I figured we would go where our feet took us."

"Trying to be romantic, are we?" Daphne toyed.

Harry blushed slightly before nodding his head and taking a slight bow. "I figure that since we should marry soon, we might want to have a few dates at least." Lord Slytherin's regality reappearing.

Daphne stood up and offered her hand, following along with the part fooling, part serious manner. "Why yes, I do suppose you are right, my lord."

Harry raised his eyebrows but said nothing to her usage of proper terms and took her hand before leading her out of the library and soon the entire Chamber of Secrets.

"You know, I have never met anyone like you, Daphne." Harry told her as they walked between the trees.

"Nor I have you. You are full of surprises I must admit. You turned out to be quite much more than a stupid Gryffindor."

"Well… I wouldn't go that far," Harry replied, "I was stupid, brash, and reckless compared to what I am now."

Daphne chuckled. "I guess you were although…" She drifted off as something a few meters away crossed behind the trees.

Harry noticed it too and drew out a wand while Daphne mirrored the movement. Carefully, they pointed their wands at the trees where the thing resided.

"Come out or be brought out." Harry demanded.

Slowly a large tarantula the size of a wolfhound came out from behind the tree.

"An Acromantula." Harry stated. "I haven't seen one since second year. That means we are close to the nest."

"What do you want to do?" Daphne asked. "Kill this one, all of them, or something else?"

"How about we scare this one, pretend to leave, follow it to the nest, get the whole colony to obey us or kill them?" Harry offered.

"That should work."

Carrying through the plan, Harry zapped the creature before disappearing into the shadows along with his bride to be. They then stalked it as it scurried away in the opposite direction but making turns later to get back to its home. The two of them followed close behind it, unseen, smelled, felt, or heard until it emerged back into the huge nest of Acromantulas and found Aragog. Once the child came back and found him, Harry and Daphne reappeared with their wands at the ready and their hoods raised over their heads.

"Hello, Aragog. It is nice to see you again."

"Who are you? What do you want?" The old spider fumed.

"Very powerful beings with many friends who could easily kill all of you where you stand right now is who we are, and what we want is to control this forest. You will either let us take over and not disrupt us or we can kill you. It is your choice but take into consideration that we did not have to offer you this deal." Harry got straight to the point.

Aragog sat quiet for a few moments, thinking over Harry's words. "I highly doubt that you could."

Suddenly, the entire colony of Acromantulas charged the two humans. They in turn shook their heads before rushing Aragog and sending out three killing curses each before jumping on the soon to be dead creature's abdomen and turning around as the life escaped Aragog. The baby spiders paused in fear and shock, staring at their dead father and his killers. Harry and Daphne kept their wands beside them at the ready while time seemed to freeze and nothing moved, neither human, Acromantula, or otherwise. Seconds passed; still nothing moved. Finally, Lord and soon to be Lady Slytherin felt anger overpower fear right before the babies charged the two.

"Pity." Harry merely said before launching several explosive spells at the first of the waves, obliterating many while Daphne did the same deeper amongst the spiders.

The two kept casting out the explosions for a few more seconds until the ranks of the entire force were scattered enough that Harry and Daphne jumped off Aragog and charged the Acromantulas themselves.

Wizard and witch met Acromantula somewhere in the middle of the entire nest. Harry split off towards the left with Daphne moving towards the right. An impenetrable wall lay between them. The spiders tried jumping towards them but were easily eliminated and pushed away with fire spells emanating from the humans' wands.

"No survivors!" Harry shouted to Daphne as an Acromantula jumped towards him. He pointed both of his wands at the creature before quickly spreading them apart, tearing the beast into two pieces. Lord Slytherin then used one wand on each half and sent some fiery yellow spell into them before flinging each half at his enemy. Each piece landed with a humongous boom but kept rolling afterwards until coming to a stop with an ominous thud. The Acromantulas stared at their fallen brother in shock and confusion before the ones nearest the spots that landed were engulfed in flames, burning to a crisp. The above average sized spiders surrounding the two halves of the torn apart Acromantula were demolished by the two halves exploding.

With almost every creature dead, the remaining, some injured, some not, started to retreat and scatter away from the two humans.

Daphne glanced at Lord Slytherin.

"I repeat: no survivors."

In the next minutes, the final sounds of dying Acromantulas filled the air. Not one managed to escape Harry and Daphne's assault.

The two looked around them at the terrain and how it was littered with the dead. Some areas remained burning while others were craters in the ground piled with Acromantulas, who the two had cast inside. After scrounging up the last onto these piles, Lord Slytherin, assisted by his soon to be Lady, set the piles on fire as well as Aragog's corpse and the rest of the nest.

The two marveled at their work with disgust for the amount of death, but pride in what they had accomplished as well as the lives they might have saved. Who knows who might have stumbled into the Dark Forest and been consumed by the extremely large tarantulas.

"Aragog! Aragog!" A gruff voice called in alarm from deep inside the Forest nearby.

Harry and Daphne melded into the shadows quietly to watch the reaction to their work.

Hagrid charged in but somehow managed to completely halt in his tracks at seeing the burning piles of Acromantulas. Tears began to descend from his eyes but an endless stream began once he saw his former pet, the largest Acromantula of the nest, burned to a crisp. Only ash and bone now remained of the creature.

Another alarm was raised soon after in the castle, and more aurors were assigned to patrol the Dark Forest. On top of that, now aurors were investigating students as well as teachers and faculty at Hogwarts. Although security had been beefed up in the area, to the Order of Slytherin, dominance in the Dark Forest was well worth it. As far as they were concerned, the Ministry was only a pesky annoyance that they could easily avoid and trick.

"Did you do this?" Umbridge asked the two figures the guard aurors arrived to replace the response teams.

"We personally didn't…" The male answered.

"Harry and Daphne did." The female finished.

"Do you have evidence of your organization and its allegiances?"

"Yes." The female replied.

Umbridge sat quietly in her chair for a few moments in thought. "Good. Tomorrow night I want us to follow through with the plan."

"Yes, ma'am." The two replied before standing up, saying their goodbyes, and leaving.

The next afternoon was a Friday and at lunch everyone sat where their normal places were, but there was one oddity during every students' lunch. The head guard auror interrupted their meals to tell them of the horror inflicted inside the Dark Forest and that if any student was responsible that he or she would be found and charged with the needless massacre of the centaurs and Acromantulas, so it would be much better for the person or persons to come forward rather than be found. Each Slytherin, whether by house or just the Order, scoffed at the idea, knowing that they could never be discovered.

Afterwards, the day went on normally into the night until after dinner. Harry and Daphne both were inside the Chamber of Secrets, researching new spells when Neville came rushing in.

"Harry! Daphne! Come quick! Umbridge is looking for both of you! Says she has a private matter with you, Daphne, and a disciplinary matter with you, Harry!" The boy shouted.

"We'd better go then." Harry quickly replied before the two followed him out of the Chamber and into the hallway before running to the Headmistress's office. The gargoyle gave Harry and Daphne a grave look as they passed by but said nothing as they ascended the stairs. It was already on the verge of being demolished and replaced with another guardian. The only thing saving it since it allowed anyone inside the Headmistress's office was its attendance since the school was created. As it had watched the events this year unfold, it could not help but sigh and shake its head at the degradation.

The three entered the office after a quick knock and found a grim sight.

Umbridge was waiting behind her desk with two aurors behind her as well as five others standing on each side of the room. Between all of the ten aurors, the lieutenants of Harry's Order sat down in silence with handcuffs around their wrists, and Hannah stood in front of Umbridge's desk, completely unrestricted. Quickly two more aurors stepped from each side of the door to apprehend Harry and Daphne.

"Good work, Mr. Longbottom. I am glad to see you actually managed to get them here without suspicion." The toad-like woman spoke.

"What do you mean by this?" Harry demanded calmly, letting out his lord side more than he had dared with someone like her before.

"Oh, come off it, Lord Slytherin, the jig is up. Hannah here and Neville have informed me of everything." Umbridge boasted.

"Oh really?" Harry raised an eyebrow before staring at the two spies blankly; they quickly avoided his gaze. "I wish I had known the rat infestation had reached my group. I knew it was all throughout the Ministry and now Hogwarts, but I was not aware that such lowlifes belonged to my organization…" Harry drifted off for a few moments after talking quite nonchalantly. "Now, obviously since I have not been formally arrested yet, you want something from me. Would you mind getting to the point already?"

"I want you to free your slaves from their captivity." Umbridge stopped beating around the bush.

"Why would I do that?"

"Look," Umbridge started to grow angry. "We have caught you. You have no use of them anymore. Already your members in Slytherin house have renounced their fear-motivated allegiances to you. Now free those other students!"

Harry's lieutenants exchanged a look with their leader unbeknownst to Umbridge, their guards, Hannah, or Neville. All but one of them was willing to pretend. Mentally Harry sighed but was grateful for the person's loyalty. That one would come along with him and Daphne.

"Fine, Umbridge, you win." Harry formally addressed the woman. He then lifted up his hands and allowed a magical smoke emerge from his hands to barely cover his torso as he pretended to mumble a spell. A few moments later he let a flash of light emerge, and his lieutenants acted as if they had been set free.

"There you go, Umbridge; now that I have taken care of that I am afraid I must depart." Harry bowed right before smoke clouded around each of their enemies' faces. The one lieutenant who would still serve Harry and Daphne openly leaped forward and grabbed onto Lord Slytherin's arm before the three melded into the shadows and raced off.

Moments later, the clouds of smoke faded away and left the room with its perceptions of sight once more. Upon seeing the three gone, Neville, heading for the door, yelled, "They're heading to the Chamber!"

Just as he shouted this, Harry, Daphne, and their compatriot arrived at the top floor of the Chamber of Secrets.

"Thank you, my friend. I'm glad to have you with us." Lord Slytherin addressed the teenager.

"I'm with you to the end, Harry. No matter what happens." Seamus replied putting a hand on the young lord's shoulder.

"Good, but now I'm going to need the two of you to help me pack up everything in here. Umbridge can't have my ancestor's belongings."

"Do we have that much time? They know the password!" Seamus warned.

Lord Slytherin chuckled. "You don't think we knew that those two were traitors? We knew the second they entered Umbridge's office."

"How…?" Seamus asked, baffled.

"We have a spy of our own." Daphne explained.

"More on that later, though," interjected Harry before Seamus could ask any further questions, "the entrance won't hold them off forever. Go and when everything is packed return here."

Seamus nodded, and the three split to different parts of the base. Daphne went to the armory first, and Seamus went to the closest rooms available while Harry opened Deus's den to retrieve the basilisk.

"Harry? What are you doing here? What is wrong?" Deus picked his head up upon seeing the lord come running in.

"Umbridge means to apprehend me as well as all of my ancestor's belongings. I am here to take you with us. Daphne, Seamus, and I are going on the run."

"Why? What happened?" Deus inquired as he slithered up to his master and friend.

"Hannah and Neville have committed treason. The other two are already wrapping up everything else here, but I cannot leave you behind…" Harry paused in anger and regret. "Now come it is time to go."

"Yes, Harry." Deus answered reluctantly at leaving his centuries long home.

Leaving the statue of Salazar soon after, Harry turned and shouted, "Seal yourself depiction of my mighty ancestor! Flood these chambers upon my leave and let not an opponent of mine enter after my departure!"

The statue's mouth slid quickly closed and a burst of magic at the seams where the bridge had once existed solidified the marble face, neck, and chest.

Upon seeing this, Harry shadow traveled to his private rooms to collect his things. The entire cavern shook intermittently as soon as he arrived in his bedroom.

Minutes later Harry reappeared at the top of the base and found his future wife and his third-in-command waiting for him.

"Everything is packed away?" He asked.

"Everything is in luggage, and all our luggage was shrunken and put in our pockets… just like you taught us." Seamus replied.

"Good. Let's get out-" Lord Slytherin began but was interrupted by an especially loud boom rocking the entire chamber.

"Did that…?" Seamus asked, a slight tone of fear penetrating his voice.

"No… but the next one probably will." Harry replied before turning to Daphne. "Now any ideas where we are to go?"

"Why are you asking me, Harry? You own the properties!" Daphne replied.

"Let's split up and meet in Diagon Alley at Ollivander's at noon tomorrow. From there we will travel to Slytherin castle." The lord instructed.

"You know where it is?" Daphne gasped in shock. Her family had been searching for it since the line's "disappearance."

Before Harry could speak, however, a final boom sounded and the sound of magic and stone breaking could be heard accompanied with the rattling of the Chamber of Secrets so much that it one could suspect an earthquake had struck the underground cavern. "Fuck," Harry stated plainly after the rumbling halted and the sound of footsteps sprinting could be heard.

"Go, you two, I will hold them off."

"No. I'll be damned if you fight them off alone." Daphne stood firm against Harry. "Seamus, you go. We will have your back until you get out of here."

Seamus nodded. "Good luck." He then ran from the direction the aurors were coming and apparated away.

The two then locked eyes and couldn't help but feel something that neither had ever felt. Butterflies soared throughout their stomachs, their hearts seemed to pound in their chests and flutter as if birds were trapped inside them, yet their hearts also felt empty. There suddenly seemed like something huge was missing from their lives out of nowhere, and somehow neither knew what they needed despite the fact that they felt what they needed. Harry made the first move and leaned in, closing his eyes. Daphne a millisecond later closed hers and leaned in as well. Time slowed further for the two right before they locked lips. To Daphne's surprise, Harry's were softer than what she expected of a male's lips. Harry was also shocked but only because he had no idea what to expect and how heavenly a kiss like this would feel. Three things were completely certain between the two people, however. They felt like they were in heaven, each felt complete, and they were in love.

As much as time seemed to slow, it seemed to speed up too fast to when aurors, Neville, Hannah, and Umbridge arrived and started aiming at the two. Reluctantly, the two pushed apart and drew their wands at the oncoming group.

"Get out of my home." Lord Slytherin spoke with a hidden storm clearly raging behind his calm, neutral words.

A few of the aurors started to fearfully back away but were snapped back to attention when Umbridge spoke. "Get him!"

"Your choice." Harry whispered before sending up a shield for the two of them as each member of the group launched a spell simultaneously. As soon as the last spell impacted, Lord and future Lady Slytherin began their deadly dance of dual dueling.

Once the shield dropped, Harry spun, sending a few flame spells, and sidestepped into a hug of sorts with Daphne but with his arms aimed forward above her shoulders. As he stepped into this position, Daphne began to spin the two of them together, sending cutting curses at their opponents. The two then continued spinning together and casting spells at the group of their enemies until they reached the stairs where Daphne cast a shield to protect the two of them as Harry, from the stone stairs leading down, rose a wall of fire and propelled it forward, engulfing a few of the aurors as well as the already fallen or dead. The others managed to protect themselves with shields but were appalled at the sight, smell, and sound of the burning bodies around them.

Harry then looked at Daphne just as she then sent forward a cloud of poisonous gas that completely surrounded each of the group. He watched in admiration at her concentration, form, and most of all the simple beauty of her casting a spell. Then, he amplified his own experience unintentionally. Lord Slytherin flicked his wand to the side at the group of enemies, sending forth a spark that ignited the thick, hovering cloud into an explosion. Umbridge, Hannah, and Neville barely saved themselves by casting shields but were propelled meters away and out of sight.

Meanwhile, the explosion brought Harry deeper into his betrothed's beauty as the bright flaming light impacted against her skin, highlighting her body and sending to Harry thoughts that she was an angel, one of death possibly, but his angel of death nonetheless.

Towards the end of the explosion, however, his mind started to take control once more, and he shouted to her, "Go! Get out of here!"

With a reluctant and sad look at Harry she turned away from the blast and was just about to apparate when Harry gave her his goodbye.

"I love you. Be safe."

This completely rocked Daphne enough so that she was speechless still even as she apparated away.

Completely not offended, the lord turned his attention back to the toad and two traitors, who were slowly emerging from the entrance, their bodies clearly wracked with pain and stiffness from the explosion.

"Had enough? I would be more than willing to accept each of your surrenders." The young man stood proudly but on the ready.

"You're not as strong as you think compared to the light. Good always finds a way to triumph!" Neville yelled, reminding Harry of what the hypocritical Dumbledore stood for.

"Besides, we outnumber you three to one and you just lost your only partner." Hannah added.

"Ah, but you outnumbered both of us thirty to two, and using that logic, I should be able to eliminate fifteen of you. Now tell me, does it follow that only three of you could defeat me?" Lord Slytherin reminded and calculated. "Alas, however, as much as I would enjoy beating the shit out of each of you three, I have to run. You understand, places to go, people to meet, arrests to be avoided." The man then politely addressed them before bowing and disappearing into the shadows, heading as far as the three knew to God-knows-where. Behind him, though, floods of water emerged from the walls on either side of the chamber, rapidly filling up the floors below up to their level as if they were only in a mug of water. Hundreds of gallons of water impacted the three and knocked them off their feet and swept them onto the entrance of the staircase leading back up to the school. The water, though, then receded and pulled them onto the stairs leading to where the rest of the chamber lied before finally settling still, looking as it had been found before Harry claimed his right as Salazar's true heir.

As these events unfolded in the Chamber of Secrets, Harry emerged from the shadows in his dormitory at Hogwarts, packed his things with a swish of his wand, shrunk them with another, put them into his pockets, and merged back with the shadows before reappearing at the edge of the Dark Forest, wearing his raven-coloured robes.

He took a last look at the only thing he had ever known as a real home, admiring the castle for many seconds. Despite the fact that most of the occupants hated him and he them, Harry still was going to miss the castle and its grounds, especially his once secret chamber. Knowing, however, that he had to leave, Lord Slytherin tossed his glasses to the side and crushed them underneath his foot before raising the hood over his stony, emerald eyes, turning away from his four year long home, and vanishing silently into the air as if he had never even been there. The only evidence of his presence was the broken glass and metal frame that was once Harry Potter's glasses that lay on the cold, leaf-covered ground.

"Come, Dobby. We have work to do until we might up with the others tomorrow. I am afraid it is going to be a long night for us both."

"Yes, master Slytherin, sir." Dobby lovingly replied as he followed behind the darkly cloaked man down a barren street before the two of them both disappeared into the night.

AN: I apologize for the lateness of this update. I have had a hard time picking up the keyboard once more, and on top of that I was without a laptop for months due to a faulty power cord. I have realized that it is necessary now to have all of my work backed up to FanFiction as I write it so these kinds of events are prevented in the future. I hope you enjoyed this chapter, though, and will continue to read what I try my hardest to give you, my readers. As always might I say:

Occidere Prima Vel Occidi!