Title: Of Silver and Green

Author: FairyTails13

Disclaimer: I own nothing…but the plot.

Rating: M

Summery: It is the Marauders' fifth year at Hogwarts and there is a new Head of Slytherin and life is about to get interesting for the Hogwarts Pranksters. What is it about this man that is so interesting? If only they could know what Cedric Potter knows, the deadly truth that is held in the future, his past. For Cedric Potter is Harry Potter, and few others know the true sadness that fallows the rise of Lord Voldemort.

Warnings: Marauders Period (time travel), SLASH, Dark Harry, Slytherin Harry. Older, powerful Harry. Vampire Harry.

Parings: Salazar Slytherin/ Cedric (Harry) Potter (It will take some time before I get to how that comes in, I want to build on the story and it's setting before I get into any parings.)

Spoilers: I have not read the seventh book and will not include that info or the info from the sixth book, which I despise.

Key:

"Talking"

'Thoughts'

" Parseltongue "

'Dream/memory'

A/n: wow, I'm back, thought, I'm not sure for how long…I want to at least update one chapter to each of my fics…. This one is coming a bit faster than the rest so I ended up writing a lot for it. I hope it solves a little of your confusion.

Chapter: Some old Friends

Cedric made his was down to his chambers, where he knew a nice, comfortable bed awaited him in a nice quiet room where he can take a nice steamy shower to wash away the day's troubles. The way Dumbledore's eyes studied him had started to really annoy him, and made him want to poke the damn things out. He was more than grateful for the interruption that his old professor had offered, he swears he could have kissed her in thanks, but he guessed that so could Dumbledore. He was surprised that he had not ran like demons out of hell to get out of the office, instead of the brisk walk that left them staring in his wake.

As he neared the dungeons he slowed down, looking around a bit more; it has been nearly fifteen years since he had been in the building as a student and not much has changed he realizes. He ran his hand across a wall as he passed it, a small smile finally tugging onto his features.

As a Slytherin, he had learned that the less emotion you let the outside world see, the better. If they are not Slytherin, than all they will see is the coldness he has been known for since his first year. Or his second first year, though compared to Cedric, Harry's schooling shouldn't have been considered such but truly be ruled as learning about a world he had never known before. He still can't believe he argued with the sorting hat as Harry, and sometimes he wonders if it would have been harder to get accepted in Slytherin as Harry as it was as Cedric. In the past he had the benefit of the knowledge he had gained in his sixth and seventh years, knowledge that would define him as a dark wizard, a very dark wizard.

His smile grew faint on his lips and he pauses at the entrance to the dungeons, his dark past had helped him in Slytherin, he wouldn't have made it the first week without it. His power was know in his first year when he was able to defeat a seventh year Gryffindor, when the Gryffindor decided the Slytherin Traitor should not be allowed to cross his path. Cedric had gotten pissed at this immature attitude. He was already under stress from his house not accepting him; the looks were truly starting to get on his nerves. And then, for a lion to treat him like he did, it had just set him off. It was the first and last time anyone challenged his placement in Slytherin.

They had seen the raw, cold anger that had set his green eyes ablaze. He didn't even need to cast a spell. He had had his wand out before the other even had a chance to go for his, because since the start of the war he had started to keep in a holster on his forearm, able to call it into his hand when ever he needed it. As he pointed it at the older wizard's neck he had leaned in and whispered a threat that had made the other piss his pants on the spot, because he knew the young Slytherin would keep his word, just by looking into his cold green eyes.

After that day the other Slytherins started to let him in, facing the fact that he is in there house for a reason, and is more like them than the world that shuns them. When he had been accepted, it was like a burden being taken off his shoulders. He was no longer alone in the large school; with his house he had allies that would back him up should he need it. He had brother and sisters in arms and he was finally able to let down his mask.

As memories of his closest friends came to mind he descends a few steps to get out of the entrance hall and to be engulfed by shadows created by fire light, there he leans against the wall to be embraced those memories he hadn't let consume him until now. His four best friends, it took him a while to truly consider them that.

After the betrayal of Ron as Harry, he became more picky about who he lets close, and them. Though he hasn't kept in touch since meeting Sal, he knows they won't see him that much differently. People change, but is truly something when you have nearly died for someone and are more than willing to do it again. All of them would, many, many times over.

They were a group of five, four revengeful boys and one girl to keep them in line. And boy did she have to keep them in line, they didn't pick the fights, but they always came and Winifred, or Freddie as she preferred by them, was always the one to bail them out. With out her they couldn't count the number of time they would have had detention due to Gryffindors.

With a shake of his head to escape memory lane and a slight grin Cedric finally moved down the rest of the stairs into the dungeon, his booted feet barely tapping on the stone hallway floor. He truly can't wait till they caught wind that he is no longer in hiding and rush to the school to see him, like he can't wait to see them again. Though, Cedric really doubts that Dumbledore would let them in the building, as it was he barely let him in. So he would probably have to meet them at Hogshead.

Walking deeper into the dungeons he twists his Slytherin snake rings around his finger, wondering if they kept theirs on at all times like he did. So absorbed into his thoughts he does not notice anything as the Bloody Baron floats up next to him until he turns a corner and walks right through the ghost.

In shock he whips out his wand, shivering from the cold sensation. With wide eyes he stares at the Baron, mouth slightly open as the demented Ghost chuckles at the action, "Well if it isn't Cedric Potter. I heard we got a new House Head, but I must say that I did not expect you to take another step in Hogwarts after what happened on graduation day."

Coming out of his shock, Cedric frowns at the ghost he who was a good friend of the Slytherin Five. He blinks at the laugh then glares at the comment, "You of all people should know that an event like that would not keep me from Hogwarts, Baron." He pauses to let his wand slip back into its holder, "And next time, give a guy a warning."

The Baron just smirk at him, his dark eyes mocking the other Slytherin, "I wouldn't have needed to if you were paying attention to your surroundings like you usually do."

Cedric grunted and leaned up against the nearest wall, "It's hard to keep focused, it's been fifteen years and so many memories are making them selves known."

The Baron's eyes widened slightly, "Wow, has it been that long?"

With a dark chuckle Cedric looks down the hall, "To be honest I wouldn't have noticed either if it wasn't for the fact that I know that James is fifteen and I graduated the year he was born. It is hard to keep track of years when you are dead…"

"That it is," The baron nodded mournfully before he changed the subject, "That nephew of yours is one hell of a prankster."

Cedric couldn't help but grin in his pride. Despite what he let everyone think, he is proud of his nephew, or as only he and his adopted father know, his birth Father. It hurt him a little bit, never being able to tell him what is going to happen to him and his honorable but untimely death. "Yah, so I have heard, his father blames me, but won't let James know that."

The Baron chuckled again and fallowed Cedric as he once against starts for his rooms. "I know you were a prankster too, but why would the great Harold Potter blame you for his son's behavior? James doesn't even know you that well to know you were a prankster at school."

As they neared the painting to Cedric's new rooms they slowed, getting ready from good nights, "When he was young and I was allowed over for holidays when Father was still alive he would try to trick me, but it never worked so I sat him down and told him that if he ever wants to prank me and have it work he needs to get better at it. I guess the five year old took it to heart."

The ghost gave him a playful glare, "You mean to tell me that you are truly the one to blame for all the madness he and his friends have masterminded?" He paused and gave a wicked grin, "I hope he is able to out smart you this year, paint you in red and gold."

Cedric glared back, "Not likely, but if he does I'll have to share the love Gryffie with you."

Baron rolled his eyes as he started to float through the wall behind him to leave, "I'd like to see you do that Potter." He turned into the wall and left with a, "Have a nice stay at Hogwarts."

Cedric stood, shook his head at his old friend before walking the next few yards to look at the painting that is to be the door to his rooms. Looking back at him is the snake hair of Lady Medusa, currently asleep against her stony throne, soft snores giving the painting some life. Lady Medusa depicted in the painting is a truly beautiful maiden, clothed lightly in a dark green silk dress, held to her form with slender silver chains around her waist and neck. Snakes slither around in the painting, up and down the dark marble columns in her throne room and around her slender legs, but none are as beautiful as the ones that watch him from her head.

All are dark black with light green swirls decorating their smooth scales and sliver bracelets adorning their lengths. Their copper and green eyes glare at him, as if he had awoken them from some sort of slumber, their movements a bit sluggish. Cedric grins at them in return, knowing he must also wake her to get into his rooms, "I am terribly sorry my serpent friends, but I must wake your lady to give her my pass word and enter the rooms she guards."

They stare at him in what he assumes is amazement before they carefully tap their forms across Medusa's sleeping face, eager to wake her for the speaker. It takes a moment but soon she is stretching and yawning, her coppery eyes -that match her hair's- lightly glaring at her pets for waking her before she glances at Cedric, "Well, well, Speaker Cedric, you return."

Cedric bows to her, more than happy she is not mad at him, "Hello Milady, it is very pleasant to finally see you and your beauty again."

She blushes lightly at him, "Flattery will not help you my dear if you do not give me a good reason for waking us, though, seeing you again all grown up does have its perks."

He laughs lightly to her, "I return, Milady, to Hogwarts as a Professor of potions and Slytherin Head of House."

Her smile widens for him, showing off her snake-like fangs, "So I am guarding your rooms now, so pleasant indeed. What is your Password my dear, so that we can both go back to sleep?"

He hums and thinks a moment. He had thought up many passwords he can use through out the course of the school year, but which one should he use? Finally he smirks, "Alexander, in Parseltongue of course."

She nods to him, "Alexander in Parseltongue it is then, may I ask why that?"

Cedric rubs the back of his head, "Tis my mates middle name Milady. He is going to try to sneak in so I wanted to annoy him a bit."

The Snake goddess blinks at him, "Middle name, and in Parseltongue." She gasps, "You aren't mated to a Slytherin are you?"

He nodded his head to her, glad to finally be able to tell someone and spoke next with pride in his voice, "Yes, Salazar Alexander Slytherin, which is also why he is able to sneak in to Hogwarts."

She looked a bit jealous for a moment, but only playfully, as she started to swing open she spoke again, "Well, you are very lucky to have such a fine gentleman Vampire as your mate, Hun. Now good night, I must have my beauty sleep."

He stepped threw the stone doorway with a hearty laugh, "Good night milady."

As the painting snapped shut behind him Cedric didn't much care for his surroundings, going strait for the bath room to take a shower and get ready for bed.

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The next day is a rainy one, it's heavy down pore and howling winds just adding to the sound in the castle, and yet Cedric has yet to discover this, haven taken breakfast in his room thanks of a House elf he had befriended in School. After eating and dressing up in his usual clothing he stets off to his class room, wanting to redecorate to make it his own, not the previous professor's.

He takes back halls to avoid anyone to the class room nestled in the dungeons, he also can't wait to take a look at his new privet brewing room which adjoins the potions classroom. With that on mind her makes a mental note to go see the School nurse to ask what she needs him to brew for the up coming school year.

As heavy wooden doors come into view Cedric can't help the wide smile that breaks he cold demeanor. It is like everything hat has happened up this this point didn't matter, as he reached his classroom and reaches to open them it finally dawns on him that he, Cedric Harold Potter is finally a teacher at the place he had always considered his first home.

With little effort he pulls open the solid Oak door by their cast iron handles. But as he is finally able to see inside the moment is ruined and like it was never gone, his emotionless mask slides back into position. There sitting at his desk, waiting for him is the Headmaster, fingers laced on he desk before him.

As the headmaster sees him a fake smile is slid onto his face much like Cedric just slid an emotionless mask over his own, "Hello Mr. Potter. I had hoped you would be coming by here this stormy morning."

Cedric holds the doors open behind him, ready to bolt should he need to. A cold tone cuts the air around them as he speaks, "Hello sir, excuse my rudeness, but why are you here?"

The old headmaster leans back and gets ready to stand, "It seems news travels fast and persistent Slytherin Parents are here to meet the new head of house."

Cedric bit on his tongue and reminded himself to remain mildly polite, "I had expected as much, but dare I say not so early. Where are they sir?"

Dumbledore stood all the way and slowly walked over to his new teacher, "They are in the Great Hall, waiting for you. Lets head up there now, else they get angry for having to wait so long."

As the headmaster walked by him Cedric spared he classroom a mournful look before fallowing his new boss. "Do they know who I am sir?"

Albus looked back and signed, "Not yet, but I guess they will be pleasantly surprised."

As they continued Cedric hope so.

TBC

a/n: And next time you will meet the Slytherin five, at Hogwarts with their families to check on the new head of house. They next Chapter will be coming up if not today, but tomorrow. I'm not sure about the other ones just yet…

Anyway, Thanks for reading,

Please excuse my grammar,

FT