The first five chapters are from sexyslytheringoddess012. I do not own Harry Potter or any characters.

"Dialogue"

"Parseltongue"

'Thoughts/Emphasis'

Chapter Three: Inheritance Problems

Harry woke up, groaning loudly as he stretched like a cat. He smiled to himself as excitement raced through him. Today was the day! If he was going to get any type of inheritance at all, and he was fairly sure he would at least get a magical boost, it would happen when he turned eighteen at midnight. Humming softly to himself, Harry gathered his clothes together and wandered off to the bathroom. He took a long, hot shower before getting dressed. Rowena and Salazar had taken him shopping once they realized he had been transfiguring clothes for himself and he now had a whole new style. He walked out of the bathroom wearing black slacks, an emerald green long-sleeved button-up shirt with rolled up sleeves, and a plain, silver chain around his neck. He had tired to brush hi hair but, with a resigned sigh, gave it up as a lost cause. Harry made his way to the door, moved to Salazar's room, and knocked lightly.

"Salazar? Sal, are you awake?" He called softly. Harry waited for a few seconds before slowly opening the door and peeking inside. Salazar laid in his king sized bed, his black comforter only covering him from the waist down. Harry sucked in a sharp breath as he stared at Salazar's tanned, smooth skin. Harry walked over until he was beside the bed and looked down at the man he was, finally, able to admit he had deep feelings for.

"If only you knew. If only you could see how much I..." Harry sucked in a shaky breath and leaned down. Salazar lay facing him and Harry brushed his lips gently across the Founder's cheek before running out silently.

Salazar opened his eyes and looked towards the door, confusion and the sudden desire to drag the dark haired wizard back to his side fighting for dominance in his mind. Salazar lifted a hand to his cheek, which was tingling slightly from the soft brush of lips, and sighed.

"What am I supposed to do now?" He murmured before sighing again and sitting up completely. He would need to think long and hard about things before he began to plan on what to do about the young wizard who was slowly taking up his every waking thought.

Godric had just closed the dark red door to his room and wandered into the common room when he saw Harry come speeding out of the dark green doors that led to Salazar's rooms.

"Harry? What is wrong? Has Salazar insulted you again?" Godric asked, shooting a glare at the closed door.

"No! Oh, Merlin, I can't believe I did that! If he ever finds out, he'll kill me!" Harry gasped as he began to pace in front of the fireplace. Godric walked up to him and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder.

"What did you do, exactly?" And why would Sal kill you for it?" Godric asked, looking into panicked emerald eyes. Harry shook his head.

"Not here, he might wake up and hear us. Or Helga and Rowena might come out and interrupt. Come on, we'll go to the Quidditch pitch." Harry said as he grabbed Godric by the arm and dragged him from the common room. They reached the pitch quickly and Harry released his hold on the Founder to pace again.

"Harry-" Godric began worriedly.

"I kissed Salazar!" Harry blurted out, whirling around to face Godric.

"Excuse me?" Godric gasped, his disbelief freezing him in place.

"I kissed him! Not on the mouth but on the cheek." Harry groaned. Godric gaped like a fish, unable to speak. "I didn't mean to!" Harry wailed as he dragged a hand through his hair. "I knocked on his door to see if he was awake and then I walked in and he was still sleeping but his covers were pushed down and they didn't cover his back and I couldn't stop staring because, Merlin! He looks too bloody sexy! It should be illegal to look that good! And the next thing I know, I'm at his side and it feel so right, like I'm always supposed to be near him and then I almost told him that I lo- I almost told him something I don't want him to know and he just looked so relaxed and I couldn't not lean down and kiss him and...and...I'm so screwed!" Harry shouted as he began to hyperventilate. He realized he was having a panic attack and looked up at Godric in fear.

"Harry, you need to calm down and take deep breaths. Come on, in and out. Good. In, out. Come, just a few more times. In, hold it, out. There you go." Godric stated until Harry calmed down. He wrapped him arms around the distraught teen and Harry quickly threw his arms around Godric's neck, pressing his face into his chest.

"What do I do, Godric?" Harry bit his lip distressingly and looked up at Godric. "I think I love him." He whispered brokenly.

"Then you should tell him." Godric said softly. Harry shook his head frantically.

"I can't! I can't! Salazar barely likes me. He tolerates me because you need my help but he couldn't care less about me." Harry mumbled defeatedly. "No, I'll just keep it a secret. We'll defeat this demon and I'll go back to my own time and he'll be happy because his home and family are safe and he won't have to deal with me."

"Harry." Godric sighed. He hated seeing the pained, crushed look in his eyes.

"No, Godric. Promise me you won't tell him. Promise me!" Harry gripped the tops of Godric's arms tightly, looking pleadingly up at him.

"I promise I will not tell him." Godric whispered and Harry sighed in relief.

"Thank you." He said as he stepped back. "We should get back to the others. They'll be wondering where we are." Harry said as they turned and headed back. Godric looked at Harry contemplatively before allowing a fleeting smirk to cross his face. 'I will not tell Salazar how you feel, young one, but you did not say I could not tell the women and they will make sure he knows exactly how you feel.' Godric nodded, happy with his surprisingly Slytherin plan to tell Rowena and Helga and have them tell Salazar. Harry deserved to be happy and he would make sure that happened.

By the time afternoon rolled around, Harry had successfully avoided any sight of Salazar. He was currently holed up in the library, reading through defensive spell books and writing down the ones he wanted to learn for when they fought the Tumma Sumu.

"What I need is the book on how the other wizards and witches defeated their dark enemies." Harry grumbled as he flipped through another book. He could feel something tugging at his memory and Harry froze as he tried to desperately figure it out. 'I remember mentioning the book to 'Mione and Ron, but why? The Founders! It was something about the Founders.' Harry pushed away from the table and ran to the common room they all shared.

"Rowena!" He shouted as he burst into the room. Rowena was seated with Godric and Salazar, going over the different wards and protective enchantments surrounding Hogwarts. Harry ran up to her and knelt in front of her, placing his hands on her knees.

"When did you say the Tumma Sumu would be here?" He asked breathlessly, ignoring the looks he was getting from Godric and Salazar.

"The demon will arrive during the winter holidays." She said, brow furrowed in confusion. "Why do you ask?" Harry didn't answer as he thought furiously about what he had read.

"I read about this!" He shouted as he remembered the passage he had been telling his friends about before he disappeared. "When I was looking for ways to destroy Voldemort, I found this book on how other powerful wizards had defeated evil wizards or dark creatures and I read something about the Founders and how they had to fight one of the most evil demons known to wizard kind. I didn't remember it because there wasn't much about it but it just popped into my head!" Harry explained quickly.

"Did it say how we defeated it?" Godric asked, as he leaned closer to Harry. His shoulders slumped in defeat and he shook his head.

"All it said was that you have to fight an evil demon and that the battle was one of the worst the Wizarding World had ever seen." Harry looked up sadly and Salazar narrowed his eyes.

"You know more than you are telling us." He accused. Harry paled at the information he withheld. How was he supposed to tell them that one of them wouldn't make it? He shook his head vehemently.

"I don't know anything else." He mumbled and looked down at the floor. Salazar snorted and Harry glared at him.

"Gryffindors are horrible liars. Tell me!" Salazar demanded, leaning in closer to Harry. Harry's mind went blank and he had to resist the urge to lean back in and press his lips against Salazar's.

"Don't...don't make me say it..." Harry whispered, looking into Salazar's eyes. Salazar sat back with a sigh.

"Very well. Keep your secret, Potter, but if anyone of us come to harm, I will never forgive you." Salazar snarled, before storming out of the room. Harry froze and felt his heart drop.

"He didn't mean it, Harry." Godric quickly reassured.

"Yes, he did. He'll hate me and I'll never have a chance." Harry whispered dejectedly. He forced a smile. "It's okay, I'll go back after this."

"Harry-" Rowena began, but Harry just smiled up at her.

"It's fine, Rowena." He cut off. "Did you know I turn eighteen at midnight?" He asked as a distraction.

"What? Why did you not tell us this earlier? Now we have so little time to plan! Come, Rowena! We must tell the elves to prepare a grand feast!" Godric bellowed as he dragged Rowena out of the room. Harry chuckled before he leaned back and gave a sad sigh.

"I'm so sorry, Godric. I wish I could save you but I can't change fate." Harry whispered softly. He forced himself to think of other things before he started to cry. He couldn't let anyone find out, he'd just have to use all the Slytherin cunning he had to keep it a secret. He could do this. He had to.

Harry was in his room, looking at the Marauder's Map, wishing he was still in his own time with his friends. He sighed and looked up at the clock before groaning. He still had too hours before midnight! What was he going to do for two hours? A knock on his door had him scrambling up. He opened his door, expecting Godric, and had to blush when he met the firm chest of Salazar.

"Sal! W-what can I do for you?" Harry stuttered, as he willed away the redness in his cheeks.

"Can I come in?" Salazar asked, even as he stepped in, closing the door.

"D-did you need something?" Harry asked, twisting the bottom pf his shirt nervously. Salazar reached out and grabbed his hands gently.

"Do not do that. You will ruin your shirt." He said softly.

"O-okay." Harry stammered.

"I need to talk to you about what happened this morning." Harry stiffened and look away.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Yes, you do. This morning, I heard you. You said, 'If only you knew. If only you could see how much I-' what did you mean? What do I need to know?"

"Nothing! I didn't say any of that!" Harry denied as he tried to tug his wrist out of Salazar's grip.

"You kissed me." Salazar stated. Harry froze, staring up with wide and frightful eyes. "I felt your lips, even though it was soft. Harry, just tell me what you want me to know." Salazar whispered.

"I...I-er..." Harry was mortified and was relieved when Godric came bounding into the room. Salazar immediately released his grip on Harry and took a step away from him. Harry mentally slapped himself and felt his heart clench painfully at the thought that Sal didn't want to be seen with him.

"Harry, come out into the common room! We have a surprise for you!" Godric exclaimed happily, pushing Harry out. He then turned to Salazar. "Do not hurt him Salazar or I swear to Merlin, I will kill you." Godric warned, his face serious and his eyes glinting dangerously.

"Cease you pathetic threats, Godric, and let us get to the party." Salazar hissed, waving a hand dismissively. Godric stared at him for a second longer before nodding and moving to the common room.

Harry laughed loudly at a story Godric was telling him, leaning comfortably against Helga. Godric stood in front of him waving his arms as he retold stories about his childhood. Helga pushed more food into his hands and he groaned.

"Helga! I can't eat anymore!" Harry whined, as he tried to put the food down. Rowena caught his wrist and he looked at her.

"You are far too skinny. I do not know what they feed you at Hogwarts in the future but it is obviously not enough. Eat." Rowena ordered,

"Hogwarts feed us just fine." Harry grumbled as he took a bite out of the brownie Helga gave him. "It's my muggle family that did this."

"What do you mean?" Godric asked. Harry hesitated and shook his head.

"I don't want to ruin the party with talk about my less than satisfying childhood." Harry muttered.

"Harry, you never talk about yourself. How are we supposed to get to know you when you never talk about your life?" Rowena asked.

"I would very much like to learn more about you, Harry." Salazar said softly. Harry stared at him, blushed, and nodded.

"Fine." He grumbled. "Just...don't freak out about it. I'm over it and I never have to go back." Harry said slowly.

"When my parents died, Headmaster Dumbledore left me on the steps of my aunt's house. My aunt Petunia...hated my mum and anything magic. They never wanted me, told me so, and they kept me in the cupboard underneath the stairs for the first ten years of my life."

There was an instant reaction. Godric growled angrily, Helga and Rowena gasped loudly, and Salazar went still, his eyes burning with fury.

"They...well, essentially I was their house-elf. I had to cook and clean, do all the chores around the house and in the garden. They barely fed me, sometimes locking me in my cupboard for days without food." Harry stared into the fire and reflected on his treatment. He survived, that mattered.

"Did they ever...touch you?" Helga whispered fearfully. Harry hesitated. His uncle had beaten him loads of times, often leaving Harry bleeding and unconscious with broken bones and bruises.

"It...I wasn't...I survived, Helga." He said, evading the question.

"Answer her." Salazar hissed, slipping into parseltongue.

"No! It doesn't matter anymore!" Harry hissed back.

"It does to me! Did those filthy muggles ever beat you?" He demanded.

"Yes! Is that what you want to hear? My uncle and cousin beat me almost every day! But it doesn't matter because I never have to go back to them again. They can't ever hurt me again..." Harry trailed off, looking up at Salazar who looked frighteningly enraged.

"I will kill them for daring to hurt you like that." Salazar stated calmly, as if he were discussing the weather.

"You won't be able to, you would have to travel to my time and I wouldn't tell you where they live anyway." Harry said stubbornly in English. The other Founders watched them silently until Rowena clear her throat.

""What was that hissing fit about?" She asked. Harry and Salazar stared at each other before Harry answer her.

"Nothing. Nothing at all." He said. "Aren't I supposed to get presents on my birthday?" He asked in a distraction.

"It is not your birthday yet, so you cannot have them." Helga teased. Harry groaned and looked at the clock before perking up,

"That's fine. I've only got two minutes left anyway!" He chirped happily. Godric jumped up and handed him a glass of wine.

"I propose a toast!" He declared. Everyone held their glasses up.

"To Harry Potter! The only person I have ever met who has attributes of all four houses." Godric said.

"To Harry Potter!" Rowena cheered, smiling at him.

"To Harry Potter!" Helga laughed happily.

"To you, Harry." Salazar said, eyes locking with Harry's as the clock struck twelve. A searing pain slammed into Harry and, as if in slow motion, his glass slid from his hand and shattered on the floor as he opened his mouth and gave an inhuman scream of agony. He collapsed to the ground as powerful magic, too much for him to handle, rammed into his body. Salazar was at his side in an instant, trying to stop him from thrashing around and causing himself more harm.

"Harry! Harry, what is wrong?" Godric asked worriedly as Rowena pulled her wand and ran a scan over his body and Helga cradled his head in her lap, tears slipping down his face.

"I do not know! I can find nothing wrong that we can fix!" Rowena shouted, cringing at the agonized screams coming from Harry.

"What are you saying? That we just have to wait this out?" Salazar snarled. Rowena nodded sadly and with a sneer, he turned away from her. The Founders gathered around Harry and prepared to help him as soon as his inheritance ended.

"Ngh." Harry whimpered as he turned his head slightly, eyes fluttering.

"He is waking!" Salazar breathed, taking a pillow off the couch and throwing it at Godric to wake him up. "He is waking up!" Harry cracked one eye open before slamming it shut again.

"Harry? Are you in pain? What do you need?" Rowena asked as she knelt by his side.

"Head hurts." He mumbled. Salazar accio'd a pain relieving potion and gave it to Harry. He drank it immediately and sighed in relief as the pain subsided. He opened his eyes and Godric helped him sit up.

"What happened?" He groaned.

"Your inheritance was more intense than any of us expected; it looks like you have a creature inheritance." Salazar answered. Harry turned to him and Salazar gasped when their eyes met. Something seemed to fall into place, filling a hole. His soul rejoiced and wondered hoe he was able to function all his life without knowing how incomplete he was, how he had been able to live with only half of his soul.

Harry stared at him. It was like his very soul was trying to drag him closer to Salazar until he was wrapped safely in his arms. 'Mine.' A voice whispered inside, and he knew it was right.

"W-what? I don't...what's happening to me? What am I?" Harry asked, without looking away from Salazar. Godric laid a hand on his shoulder but Salazar immediately slapped it away, hissing in warning.

"Do not touch him." He snapped, arms tightening around Harry.

"Why? What is wrong with you?" Godric snapped back as he defiantly placed an arm around Harry's waist. Salazar pushed Godric away and pulled Harry even closer, pressing him tightly against him chest.

"He is mine, Godric. Touch him again and I will chop off you hand." Salazar threatened.

"What do you mean, yours?" Rowena asked, sharing a delighted look with Helga.

"I do not know." He murmured as he looked down at the teen that was nuzzling his neck softly, eyes closed in contentment. Salazar was confused and the whole situation was starting to unnerve him. He pushed Harry away and stood up gracefully from the floor.

"Sal?" Harry reached tentatively for him but Salazar moved away.

"I need to be alone. Do not bother me." He spat out before stalking into his room and slamming the door. An icy coldness swept through Harry and he took a deep, shaky breath, trying not to feel the sting of rejection welling up. Godric tried to wrap a comforting arm around him but Harry shifted away.

"Don't touch me! No one can touch me!" He snapped, glaring at the three adults looking at him worriedly.

"Calm yourself, young one. We will not touch you." Helga soothed as she handed him a glass of water.

"Do you know what creature inheritance you have received?" Rowena asked gently as she settled near Harry. He shook his head sadly.

"My father was a pureblood wizard and my mother was muggle-born; nobody ever said anything about them having magical creature blood." Harry finally tore his eyes off of Salazar's emerald green door to look at Godric. "He hates me." He whispered brokenly.

"No! Harry, you cannot think like that. I am sure he is just confused and needs some time to come to terms with things." Godric had to visibly restrain himself from touching Harry as the teen looked up at him with huge, watery green eyes. Harry shook his head, tears trickling out.

"He doesn't want me. Slytherins are all about purebloods and their supremacy to others. I'm just a half-blood creature. He'll find me disgusting." Harry choked out as he sobbed. Helga leaned forward and locked eyes with him.

"I do not ever want to hear you say something like that again? How did you feel when you first woke up?" She asked.

"Like I'd been run over by a pack of hippogriffs and then beaten by a bludger." He hiccuped, wiping the tears from his face.

"And what about when you first looked at us?" Rowena interceded.

"When I saw you three I felt..." Harry flushed slightly and looked away from them. "I was disappointed; you weren't what I wanted, what I needed. And when Godric touched me, it was so wrong. I wanted to snap at him. He isn't allowed to touch me without permission." Harry snapped, glaring up at Godric.

Godric blinked. "Permission from whom?" He asked.

"My mate." Harry answered immediately and then blinked in confusion.

"What about Salazar? He touched you." Helga pointed out.

"He's allowed to. Only him. No one else can touch me, just him." Harry whispered.

"Why is that Harry?" Rowena asked gently.

"Because I am his." Harry answered dazedly. "He can do whatever he wants with me because I belong to him."

"No, you do not. You are your own person, Harry. You do not belong to anyone." Godric growled. Harry glowered fiercely at him.

"I belong to my mate and he belongs to me!" Harry snarled and then froze in surprise. He looked over to Rowena in confusion and fear. "W-what does that mean? Why am I saying things like this?" He asked.

"It is in your instincts. Remember when you were talking to Helga about how Salazar hurt you and how you felt about him?" She asked; Harry nodded slowly and Rowena continued. "Well, we came to the conclusion that you would be receiving some type of creature inheritance and that you would be submissive. We figured that Salazar would be your dominant because of how you felt and how you both acted."

"And it never occurred to you to tell me this? To give me some warning, some time to prepare myself for the change? I could have done research, could have found out what I was!" Harry shouting, glaring at the women and even Godric seemed shocked.

"It did cross our minds to tell you but we needed you focused on the demon. We could not allow you to become distracted." Rowena said. Harry narrowed his eyes in fury and disgust.

"So you kept important information from me, information that I needed to know, for your own selfish reasons. I trusted you! How could you keep something like that from me? If I had known, we could have prepared and it might not have been as painful. How could you? Especially you, Helga." Harry shook his head when the witches opened their mouths to speak. "I'm going to bed. I don't want to talk to either of you for a few days. Just...sat away from me." Harry sighed before retreating into his room. He stopped and looked at Salazar's bed.

"Salazar? Are you awake?" Harry asked. He got no answer, but he saw Salazar's shoulders stiffen, evidence that he wasn't truly sleeping.

"Please. Please, Sal, I need you right now. Please don't shut me out." Harry sobbed brokenly. When he received no answer Harry turned and ran into his room, closing, locking, and warding the door behind him. He collapsed onto his bed and let the tears flow freely as he cried and screamed out his frustration, anger, and pain until he finally cried himself into a restless sleep.