Heirs of Slytherin

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Previously...

"Seriously though, I bet they all can talk to bloody snakes!" Ron continued on, ignoring his mother. "I bet they've already-

"Ronald Bilius Weasley!"

Scowling at his mother, Ron saw that she, nor anyone else was actually looking at him, but behind. Turning around, he saw the two children and his face instantly turned red.

His mouth wide opened, it looked as though Ron was about to start speaking, but a man with dark blond hair and blue eyes beat him to it as he entered the kitchen.

"If that's the best you've got, kid, please continue," the man drawled out as he leaned against the doorway.

July, 1995

Awkward silence quickly entraps the room. Everyone's staring at the three newcomers. The man looked down at the two children.

"Go to your mother, Rory, Riley," the man said in Parseltongue, making everyone jump back in fear. The man noticed that Harry was staring at him with wide, furious eyes. "Well, if it isn't the infamous Harry Potter. I see my disgrace of a cousin hasn't killed you yet." The man appeared to look amused. "He's rather incompetent, isn't he? He drops fully grown wizards like flies but failed to murder one infant. How disappointing."

Harry glared at the man. "Are you disappointed that he failed to kill me?"

The man wryly smirked. "On the contrary, I'm rather disappointed that he failed to do something that regular no-majes can do themselves. Honestly, using magic on you was probably his greatest downfall."

This confused Harry and the Order. "What do you mean?"

The man gave Harry a casual, but frustrated look. "You really aren't the sharpest knife, are you? Your scar precedes you then."

"That's enough!" Mrs. Weasley said as she stepped in. She pointed her finger in the man's face. "You stay clear from Harry and the other children here!"

The blue-eyed man gave Mrs. Weasley a charming smirk. "Gladly, after your son over there," he motions towards Ron. "Apologizes for saying what he said in front of my children."

Mrs. Weasley frowned, but couldn't find any faults in that.

"I'm not going to apologize!" Ron protested, glaring at the man in front of him. "Your children are just guilty as the rest of your bloody family!"

"Do tell, boy, what are we guilty of again?"

"You've got Slytherin blood in you!" Ron exclaimed. "No doubt you believe that muggle-borns and muggles are beneath you."

"Is that all?" The man nonchalantly questioned. "I could personally name off everything I've heard about my family. How we've killed no-majes, supported pure-blood supremacy, the whole nine yards." He then chuckled. "Imagine the shock when they discover that my wife's a no-maj, as was my mother and grandmother, despite it being illegal at the time for wizards and no-majes to mingle amongst each other."

"What?"

The man grinned. He held out his hand for Ron to shake. "Jim Steward, I would be lying to say that it's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Weasley, but I have semi-better manners than that." He then nodded in Harry's direction after putting his hand down. "I thought you'd be a bit taller, Mr. Potter."

Eventually, the rest of the Steward's had joined Jim in the kitchen as dinner was set down.

"What houses are you in kids in?" Tonks asked Peter, Riley, and Rory. So far, she was the only one who had really accepted that the Steward's were going to be staying there for now.

"We start school this year," Riley said while Rory only nodded in agreement.

Peter merely shrugged. "Horned Serpent."

"Horned Serpent, which one of the Ilvermorny founders created that one?" Hermione asked, her curiosity getting the best of her."

"Isolt Sayre," Peter answered, looking up at Hermione with a slight blush. "James Steward founded Pukwudgie house, Chadwick Boot founded Thunderbird, and his brother Webster founded Wampus." Fiddling with his fingers, Peter continued. "Horned Serpent is said to represent a wizards mind, Pukwudgie the heart, Thunderbird the soul, and Wampus the body."

"So you're rather intelligent, aren't you?" Hermione questioned, to which she only received a mere shrug as a response.

"Are you really a muggle?" Ron bluntly questioned Diana, who merely raised an eyebrow at the teenager.

"Ronald!"

"No, it's a fair enough question," Diana said to Mrs. Weasley before speaking to Ron. "I was born with no magic, nor were my parents and their parents before them. I understand that the laws involving no-majes are different here than they are in the United States, So I'm going just going to tell you straight." She leans slightly forward as she examines Ron and the other British wizards. "No-majes are starting to be more accepted amongst the wizarding population in America. Before Rappaport's Law had been repelled, wizards would be considered criminals had they developed friendships, or dare I say marriages, with no-majes. Ironically, Illvermorny is considered to be one of the most accepting schools when it comes to the relationship between those with and without magic."

"Why do you say that?" Harry asked, confused.

Diana smirked. "One of the founders, James Steward, was a no-maj. He helped build the school, and he made wands for his family and pupils. How many schools can say that they come from both wizarding and non-wizarding background and be proud of it? Unfortunately only one."

She looked at her husband and children before looking back at everyone else. "So what if they've got Slytherin blood in them, the Steward's are more accepting than most would be when it comes to no-maj-borns, and squibs."

The last place Peter Steward wanted to be was inside a dingy old house in a country he's never been in before. It was out of his comfort zone.

"This'll be good for you, Pete," the teenager hears in Parseltongue. Looking up from the book in his lap, he sees his father looking down at him from his spot in one of the many guest rooms. He has to share with Rory while Riley's stuck with the Weasley girl and pretty girl who kept asking questions. "You need to...I don't know, open up more to people outside of the family. Make some friends while we're here."

Peter frowned. "I have friends."

"Well, then you should make more friends while we're stuck here," Jim says, a grin sticking itself on his face. "I saw how you looked at that one girl."

"Dad..."

"Alright, fine," Jim said as he started going towards the door. "All I'm trying to say is that you need a life, kid."

"Great advice," Peter muttered sarcastically as he looks back down at his book. He might as well get as much reading done as possible before Rory came in. The last thing he wanted was for his little brother's non-stop talking to distract him. A look of annoyance flickered across his face as he suddenly felt that he was no longer alone. "What the Hell are you looking at?"

The house-elf at the door was staring right at Peter. "Kreacher hears you have the blood of the great Salazar Slytherin."

"Unfortunately," Peter muttered darkly. "What do you want?"

If the house-elf was offended by Peter's cold remark, he didn't show it. "Kreacher heard hissing. You speak the language of the snake."

Peter only nods as the house-elf comes forward. It was then that the boy noticed the strange looking locket in Kreacher's hands.

"Take this," Kreacher says as he places the locket in Peter's hands and closes his fingers around it. "Destroy it, snake boy. Destroy it."

A look of confusion crossed Peter's face as he watched the house-elf slowly creep out of the room. Opening up his hands, Peter's eyes widened as he realized what he was actually holding.

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