A/N: I'm stunned by the response I got with only chapter one! I just want to say, thanks to all of you who commented and pointed out some things that I had not fully thought out yet. All of you guys help me so much!

I had several questions asked of me last chapter of Harry's name and whom he was going to be paired with.

--Harry calling himself Harold Riddle. Harry, seems more like a nickname than an actual name. Harold is more refined. And calling himself Riddle…you'll haffta wait for that answer. It won't show for a while, but it will be there.

--Who Harry is paired with (or not) has yet to be decided. The person will not be Draco though. So any persons not thrilled with the idea of DracoXHarry, chill.

The Cap'n's guide to her writing--

"C is for cookie, and that's good enough for me!" -Talking

C is for cookie, and that's good enough for me!. –Thoughts

:C is for cookie, and that's good enough for me:-Parsletongue

C is for cookie, and that's good enough for me! – book text

C is for cookie, and that's good enough for me!" –Memories/Dreams

"I'm Harold. I just gave them, a little scare." He said with a twisted grin as he floated down in front of them, Monica's face smiling at them through the hole in his chest, framed by his silver blood.
Chapter 2
Helga gasped as she stared at the ghost of the young man before them, her eyes seemingly forced to the hole in his chest, and the organs writhing within, the movement of mock-life hypnotizing. Blanching, she felt the rush of unbridled emotions: anger, betrayal, yearning, anxiety, dark amusement, and a piercing sadness. It was too much for her. She keeled over, eyes fluttering shut.

"Helga!" Rowena and Godric yelped, rushing over to the diminutive founder.

Salazar was appalled by the wound that evidenced a painful and sudden death, but still held the eyes of the laughing ghost. "Your name?" he asked quietly, ignoring Rowena and Godric fussing over their fallen comrade. The woman has seen death and ghosts before. God only knows why a ghost is bothering her.

Harry cleared his throat slightly, ignoring how the action was not needed. "Harold Riddle." He said, looking them over. "You would be Salazar Slytherin. A pleasure to meet you." He smiled viciously. So you're the bastard that helped spawn Tom,

Monica cleared her throat, not used to being ignored by her new friend. "Harold dear," she said softly, confused and startled by her relative's reaction. "You didn't do anything, did you?" she glanced at Helga worriedly.

"Oh no, Monica!" Harry rushed to assure, seeing the eyes of three of the four founders on him. "I actually have no idea why that happened," he mumbled, a frown crossing his features as he folded his legs, assuming a sitting position five inches from the ground. "Of course, there's several reasons that it could be," he gently stroked his chin in thought.

Rowena scowled at the pensive ghost. "Monica, we need to get you and Helga home. Then Godric, Salazar, and myself have some business to attend to." Godric nodded in agreement, lifting Helga. Salazar just walked to the door, leaning against the frame. Harry just closed his eyes glumly and nodded, slipping through the flagstones.

"Oh! Dears! Not yet! I had this fantastic idea, and Harold here helped me!" Monica suddenly gushed. You could imagine her bouncing up and down. Harry stopped, his torso still in the room.

"What?" Godric snapped, shifting Helga's dead weight in his arms. "We have things we need to do."

"I told Harold about you all." She began. Four voices immediately rose in protest. "Hush all of you!" Monica snapped. "Thank-you. Now, as I was saying, Harold seemed very surprised when I mentioned whom you all were. And then about the school you wanted to build. He didn't seem very surprised about that though, and even mentioned a name of some sort. Though I imagine much wouldn't surprise him," she petered off thoughtfully.

Salazar cast a thoughtful glance at the ghost who had risen to float near the rafters.

"Anyway!" Monica suddenly said. "After all that, he keeled over in a faint! Imagine that! A ghost fainting!" she crowed.

Harry mumbled something under his breath that was surely obscene, being as his cheeks were slowly flushing the same color silver as the blood on his chest. He was rising faster and faster to nestle amongst the rafters.

Salazar allowed a smirk to cross his face, but Godric couldn't contain himself, and started laughing hard enough that he almost dropped Helga. Rowena was staring up where the ghost had hidden himself and looked like she wanted to ask him something. Or dissect him.

Monica continued, "Soon, I heard the muggles coming and managed to wake him. He woke and was quite grumpy. He was about to hide, but I had a sudden idea that was brilliant!"

Harry finally interrupted her, scowling. "Have Harry scare the shit out of them and let's steal their castle! Then, the founders can have a castle, for free (!), for their school." He snapped, dark silver still covering his cheeks.

Rowena started and so did Godric, having thought the mortified ghost still in the rafters. Helga was finally dropped to the floor where she lied and Salazar felt a smirk curling his lips at the livid ghost before them.

"Well," Monica said, "that's a crude way of putting it."

"Crude way my ass. You agreed with me without even batting an eye lash!" he barked to the now blushing mirror. He then turned to the founders. "You can have the castle. I don't care. But I'm staying. You better ask me about anything you want to do to my castle." He growled, dropping through the floor faster than they could blink.

"Well, now that that's settled!" Monica chirped happily. "How about we get started cleaning the place up?"

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Helga didn't want to admit it, but Harold was bothering her. She had no idea why he had all of her senses going haywire. She had seen ghosts before and they had never bothered her to this degree. Ghosts with centuries old pasts so dark it made Salazar queasy to hear about it. But Harold, he was a mystery!

Salazar and him though, had formed an odd bond that could almost be described as a parasitic one. Salazar gleaned from Harry what he could about the castle, potions, and spells, and Harold…who knew what Harold got out of the stoic man that she had befriended. It had to be worth his time though.

"I suppose part of it is because both of them have chosen the dungeons as theirs'. They have to get along somewhat being as they share that part of the castle." She mumbled to herself as she absently flicked her wand, covering the tower walls with tapestries woodlands. "He does have fantastic ideas with what to do to the castle and the founding of the school," she frowned ever so slightly as she spotted a cobweb up in the tip of the cylindrical ceiling. "There's dust everywhere," she muttered as she continued to clean and furnish South Tower. Her house tower.

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Rowena gently placed the last book on the shelf, smiling in happiness as she looked around her. The library was massive. It was a combination of the family books of all four of them. She had been most pleased when Harold had pointed out the secret passage that led to East Tower. She had claimed that as her house tower.

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Godric grudgingly followed Harold up another flight of stairs. He has good ideas. I'll give him that. But how is he so thorough with all the things he 'suggests'? I've yet to catch him at a loss for words when we run into a problem, "Where are we going?" Godric demanded when they stopped in front of a blank wall.

"Right here actually," Harold replied with a tight smile. "This would be a fantastic place for your house." He grinned, slightly less forced. "There's a view of the lake and of what will be our Quidditch pitch."

"Really?" Godric grinned at the thought. Quidditch was a new sport, but already was extremely popular with all the witches and wizards.

"Yup," Harry contained a snort when Godric had lit up at the thought of his house tower overlooking the pitch. "I'll just leave you to it then," he muttered as he sank through the floor, leaving Godric to explore West Tower.

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Salazar looked around at the last remaining tower. North Tower was not big enough. Nor did he really want to have to travel all the way to here from the Great Hall. Sure it would have the view of the Quidditch pitch, but it wasn't big enough! How was he to be able to house all the students he would receive AND have his quarters close by?

"I would suggest the dungeons if I were you," a soft voice said from behind him, as if the voice knew what he was thinking.

Salazar turned quickly and found himself string at the hole in Harold's chest. He frowned. "Must you always float above me? I really do not wish to see that," he sneered, shutting his eyes.

"Sorry," Harold said as he floated downwards a bit. "Better?" he asked as Salazar looked up at him finally. "I'm still not to used to the whole floating thing," he noted quietly as he glided to the window.

"Still not used to…" Salazar trailed off, his eyeswidening fractionally. They then narrowed in thought. "Surely you aren't stupid enough to have been dead for years and still not have figured out how to float properly." He sneered mockingly.

Harry whirled around, frowning. "Today is my first day dead," he barked angrily.

Salazar blinked in shock. He had expected Harold to be a young ghost what with the slip of the man's tongue, but this being his first day dead! "How do I know you're telling the truth?" he demanded.

Harry's frown turned from angry to withering. "For what reason would I lie about that?" he sneered briefly. "As said, I would suggest the dungeons. There's plenty of room down there. Go down the main stairs as if you're going to the lab. Take the first right, then two lefts. There'll be a wall on your right. A part of that is the door. Happy hunting."

Salazar watched as Harold slipped through the floor, off to do whatever ghosts did. "I just had to make him mad didn't I?" Salazar asked himself as he made the long trek down to the dungeons. "He may have been able to tell me a short-cut to the dungeons."

A/N: yes, not very long. But it was an update. Tomorrow I'm off to U of L for my practice camp before I fly out to Europe the 30th. After I get back the 15th at around midnight, is band camp the 17th. I won't be in any mood to write. This'll have to work for about a month. Sorry. I'll update in early august. Maybe end of July. So sorry to you all. I love you all :hugs and cookies to everyone: