AN: I forgot this on the last chapter, so I will say it now. I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER! I am not making any money off of this even though I wish I was!

Chapter 2

When Harry and Griphook arrived back in Harry's room they said their goodbyes and Griphook shifted back to Gringotts. Harry opened the curtains and peered out at the sky and wondered if his parents and Sirius could see him now. He wondered what they would think about Harry being the heir of Slytherin and not the good little Gryffindor everyone expected him to be. Suddenly Harry felt very tired and he decided to take a nap. So Harry lay down on his bed and kicked off his shoes. He curled up and his last thought before going to sleep was what his friends will say to all of this.

Harry woke up to the sun shining in his face. He rolled over and saw that it was seven in the morning. He sat up with a start; he had slept for over fifteen hours. Harry stretched to get all of the kinks out of his back and then he got out of bed. He decided that he might as well get ready for the day. Harry place the box of rings on his desk and went to take a shower.

Harry then went downstairs and decided to try something. He pulled out his wand and began to make breakfast. He had decided that if he was going to do something he might as well go all the way so he made breakfast for his relatives and cast heating charms so that the food didn't get cold. Harry then ate his fill and placed his plate in the sink. He had been dreading getting an owl from the Ministry but so far had received nothing. So he figured that it hadn't been a strange dream and that he really was emancipated. Harry went up to his room where Hedwig had returned from hunting.

He gave her a smile "Ah Hedwig you have no idea what kind of strange things have happened since you left." He then proceeded to tell Hedwig everything that had happened the day before. Then all of a sudden Harry thought about it and suddenly a memory of a man with startling green eyes arguing with a red headed man. The green eyed man was trying to get the red head to understand that the muggleborn students should not return home. They were too much of a security risk and that their lives were in danger if they returned. The red head was arguing back that the muggles were their family and therefor would learn to handle the wizarding world.

Harry opened his eyes suddenly, 'how had he gotten that memory?' Harry decided to sift through his memories and see if there were more memories that he didn't remember. Harry sat down on his bed and closed his eyes. He figured that these memories were somehow connected to the fact that he was Slytherins heir. So he concentrated on nothing else but Slytherin and he got flooded with memories. Everything from Salazar's early memories thru till his death.

Harry was saddened by what he had seen. Salazar Slytherin had lived a similar life to his own. Then he met what he thought was his true friend, Godric Gryffindor. Harry watched as Slytherin and the other founders built the school. How Slytherin, Gryffindor and Merlin had been friends. How Merlin had been in love with Morgana D' Le Fey but never did anything as he was scared of what Morgana had turned into thanks to the dark arts. He saw how Slytherin had fallen for Gryffindor's younger sister, the Lady Hufflepuff. But when he had asked Godric, Helga's last family member, for his sister's hand; Godric had refused him. Salazar had been so heartbroken that he left the school to deal with the world away from Hogwarts. Harry watched as Slytherin married another pureblood witch that looked a lot like the Lady Hufflepuff. He watched as Slytherin was forced to watch as his wife and his unborn child were burned at the stake. Then he was forced to drink a poison and left to die. His two older sons who were both at Hogwarts came home Salazar told them what had happened. His eldest son was distraught and swore to always marry pureblooded witches and to never go out into the muggle world. His youngest son however waited until his older brother was gone and then he swore to his father that he would have his revenge on the muggles that killed his mother and father. Harry watched as the youngest son left the room and he could feel the pain in Slytherins eyes. Harry watched the man's last moments then he snapped out of the memories.

Harry was breathing heavily and clutched his chest. Harry was so shocked at what he saw that he never noticed that Hedwig had a letter firmly in her beak. That is until she nipped Harry's ear and dropped the letter in his lap. Harry stared down at the letter and saw the Hogwarts crest. He opened it up only to see a letter from Dumbledore.

Dear Harry,

I would like to come and get you from your relative's house as there is something I need to talk to you about. I hope that this is satisfactory with you. I also hope that you are up for a little adventure as I might need your help with it. I will be calling upon your residence at seven Saturday evening.

Sincerely

Professor Albus PWB Dumbledore

Harry stared at the letter. He had been at Privet Drive less than a fort night and his whole world was turning upside down. He decided that he had better tell the Dursleys that Dumbledore would be arriving the next evening. He always figured that if it was a joke and Dumbledore didn't arrive then he could just leave and go to the Weasleys from there.

Harry sat down to organize all of his new and old memories. He was glad that Slytherin was a talented Occulmens and because of Harry being his heir had a natural affinity for it. Add that to the fact that Harry could go thru the memories of Slytherin learning Occumelency and Harry would automatically know how to do it. Harry worked on his Occumelency for three hours before he went to tell the Dursleys that Dumbledore would be there tomorrow. Harry walked down the stairs and found the Dursleys all watching a reality T.V. show.

"Um, Uncle Vernon, my headmaster is coming to get me tomorrow. He will be here at seven tomorrow and I will not be returning back here after that. I will be gone for good." His Uncle and Aunt both stared at him like fish.

His Aunt was the first one to speak "You really won't be coming back?"

Harry shook his head "Nope I will be gone for good." His aunt and uncle just nodded their heads.

As Harry was turning to go back to his room his aunt called out to him "I want you to clean your room. I don't want to see any of your freakiness left in that room when you leave."

Harry nodded his head "Oh in case Professor Dumbledore says that I will be coming back here next year. Just nod your head and pretend to believe him. But know that what I said still stands no matter what the professor says." His relatives nodded their heads and then went back to watching the T.V. Harry made his way back up to his room. He figured that the rest of time spent with the Dursleys would be best spent working on his Occumelency.

Saturday evening at six forty-five Harry made his way down the stairs with his trunk. Twenty minutes ago Harry had stuffed all of his possessions into his school trunk. He had wondered why the savior of the wizarding world could have so very little to call his own. Now he was setting his trunk next to the door and sitting on the bottom step waiting for seven o'clock to roll around.

At exactly seven Harry heard a knock on the front door and went to open it. Harry opened it just a fraction of an inch and called out through the gap "What was my concern, which I brought to your attention at the end of second year, about my sorting?"

Harry could hear Dumbledore chuckling "You were worried about the fact that you were almost sorted into Slytherin. I showed you the Sword of Gryffindor and told you that only a true Gryffindor could have pulled it from the hat." Harry nodded his head and opened the door so Dumbledore could come through.

In his head he had scoffed. 'The sorting hat was right, I do belong in Slytherin. So I cannot be a true Gryffindor now am I.'

"You did well Harry! I am proud of the fact that used a question that only I would know and you asked before granting me entrance." Harry smirked "I have become a bit more paranoid over the summer, sir."

"Indeed Harry I believe you are not the only one." Harry shrugged and led Dumbledore into the sitting room where his relatives were watching the latest gossip show. His Uncle was just turning the volume off as Harry heard the announcer declare that the crown jewels where all false and worth no more than box of biscuits. Harry watched as Dumbledore sat down on the sofa.

"As you are aware I am here to take Harry back to school a little earlier than normal. That is simply because I have a job that I believe Harry will help with greatly. We will be leaving in just a moment and then he will be spending the rest of the summer with his friends. They will see him off to school. All you have to do is pick him up from school."

Vernon looked like he was going to say something off color until Harry caught his eye and Vernon just nodded his head. Dumbledore turned towards Harry "Are you ready to go?"

Harry smiled "Yes sir, I am ready to go." That said Dumbledore and Harry made their way to the front door where Dumbledore waved his wand to send all of Harry's stuff to the Weasleys.

They then made their way out the door and down the street. When Dumbledore stopped inside an alley Harry shot Dumbledore a strange look. "I am guessing that you have never apparated before?" Harry simply nodded his head. He of course knew how to apparate from the memories of Slytherin but he wasn't about to tell Dumbledore that. "Then all I ask is that you grab onto my arm and hold on tight." Harry did as instructed and felt himself being squeezed through a tube. When Harry landed he opened his eyes to see a small muggle village. He was about to say something to Dumbledore when he noticed that Dumbledore was already walking ahead of him. Harry followed only to see Dumbledore pause at the gate leading towards a small house.

The door had been shattered outwards and there were tell-tale signs of a fight. Harry pulled out his wand and proceeded to enter the house completely ignoring Dumbledore's warnings. Harry lit his wand with a softly spoken Lumos and walked carefully into the front room. There were shards of glass everywhere and splinters of wood. Harry saw a grand piano in the corner sitting on its side as it looked to be a barricade of some sort. There where burn marks littered across the top of the piano and covering the walls. Harry then caught movement out the corner of his eye. He turned but all he saw was a large chair that seemed to be perfectly clean surrounded by the disastrous mess that was the rest of the room.

Dumbledore walked into the room after searching the rest of the house. Harry smirked and pointed towards the chair. Dumbledore started to laugh "Oh Horrace even a sixteen year old who has never met you could spot you."

Harry then poked the end of his wand into the arm of the chair which let out a large squeak and turned itself back into a man. The man named Horrace turned towards Harry "How did you figure it out?"

"You forgot two major things sir. One no Dark Mark and for the second it would not take a brain surgeon to figure out that one large chair that was very clean, sitting in the middle of a room that appears to have exploded, is out of the ordinary. Put those two things together and I guessed that you were hiding yourself as a chair. Not a bad transfiguration either sir. I don't quite have the knack for that subject myself I do better in Potions and Defense."

Horrace turned a pudgy face towards Harry and let out a very dramatic "Oh Ho!"

Horrace turned towards Dumbledore who was staring at a piece of crystal and humming the 'Itsy Bitsy Spider'. "You think by bringing the boy here that I would immediately tell you I was wrong and come back to teach? Well you're wrong Albus because I won't do it." Horrace than huffed out his chest and stomped his foot; while crossing his arms. Harry had to fight down a snicker as this man reminded him of Dudley when he didn't want to do something.

Albus just shrugged "Very well Horrace I guess I will see you around then." Dumbledore turned to leave but Harry saw this for what it was; a bluff. Harry than decided to do something he had never done before on his life. He was going to use his fame to get his way or at least Dumbledore's way.

Harry walked over to the man named Horrace "Sir if you don't come to teach than I won't be prepared for what's in store. You may know that people are calling me the Chosen One, well they are right. I have to be the one to defeat him. And if you don't come to Hogwarts than it is possible that I will fail." Harry added a pout and even forced a tear down his cheek.

Horrace faltered slightly "Very well I will come teach potions but beware Albus I don't want those Death Eaters to find me there." Horrace then raised his wand to his temple and pulled out a strand of silver stuff away from his head. Harry knew it was a memory and was curious why Horrace was pulling one out now. "Here Albus I am sure by now you know the one I gave you years ago was altered. This is the full version. Just please don't hate me when you see it."

Dumbledore nodded and pulled a vial out of his pocket to secure the memory till later. "Well Horrace I will leave you to your packing and I will see you on the first of September."

With that Dumbledore and Harry left Horrace alone. After a few minutes of walking Harry had to ask "What exactly was that all about professor?"

Dumbledore chuckled "Harry, Horrace Slughorn liked to collect popular students into a club of his. He would then help them on their way to a good job. He would make calls and such to assure the students he liked got the jobs they wanted. Your mother was even one of his favorites and could have been quite the healer if the war hadn't snuck up on us the way it did. You see Harry Professor Slughorn is a true Slytherin he will do things that will seem to help others when in fact he is getting a greater reward himself."

Harry nodded that made some sense "What about the memory sir?"

"Ah that; you will see the memory once you have arrived at Hogwarts this year. You see one of the students that Professor Slughorn liked was a Tom Riddle."

Harry hissed out "Voldemort" at that.

"That is correct Harry. For this memory might help us bring him down. Now I will apparate you to the Burrow and call it a good night." Harry gripped onto Dumbledore's arm and was whisked away once more. This time however going to a place that Harry could easily call home.