I Do Not Own Harry Potter

I apologize for any mistakes.

Sorry it took so long to post.

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"Psst! Harry!"

Harry turned with a raised brow to face the man dressed in muggle clothes with blonde hair.

"Ah, Sirius, you're late."

Sirius grinned wildly at him and grabbed him, dragging him into the Hogshead.

"A back room please Aberforth." Sirius said jollily under his glamour.

The man eyed Sirius from behind the counter

"A galleon an hour." The older man said simply.

Sirius flipped him two gold coins.

"Some of your best liquor please." He said cheerily as he led Harry back to one of the rooms.

Aberforth brought the liquor a few minutes later. Shutting the door Sirius threw up a few privacy charms. Harry absently cast more, sealing the room. Sirius poured them both a glass of the golden liquid. Harry sipped at his and decided it tasted quite nice.

"What did you call me for Sirius?" Harry drawled, "What was important enough to risk mailing me, then dragging me from school when the new High Inquisitor has posted new rules."

Sirius practically quivered with a secret. His grin widened and his eye lit right up. Harry could see the child in the man was giggling in glee. Even the darker parts that had stuck with him after Azkaban were grinning.

"We're having a child!"

Harry paused, not expecting this at all.

"Excuse me?" he asked, bemused.

"Me and Remus!" Sirius cooed. "We're having a baby!"

Harry considered this a long moment.

"Males cannot get pregnant." He said simply. "Even with magic. They do not have a womb."

"Oh I know that!" Sirius giggled. "We've found a womb donator."

Harry raised a brow in question at both the wording and what Sirius meant.

"My niece." Sirius said still excited but toning it down. "Nymphadora Tonks. She's agreed to carry and give birth to the child."

"She knows she is only the carrier though, correct?" Harry asked knowing he did not wish his godfathers to be tangled in a love affair/mistaken contract.

"Yup. She knows Remmy and I are together and agreed to carry our child. A quick potion, some sex with her, and her child will be born using her egg and Remmy and I's sperm."

Harry knew the potions. It allowed two fathers to have a child of their blood. All that was needed was an egg for the two sperm and the specialized potion.

"She agreed?" Harry asked absently.

"Yup. She seemed a bit upset when she caught us having sex on the couch but I think she was more concerned about the couch. In her own words watching me and Remmy have sex was hot. We decided she was not repulsive, she knew I was innocent, and she had no qualms about sleeping with us so we asked her about carrying our child. She agreed. In exchange we're a threesome at least until the baby is born. Then we'll see."

Harry mulled this over. He decided not to point out that Tonks was his cousin. Hopefully her father's blood and Remus's blood would help with any problems normal inbreeding gave. If not….well Harry really couldn't bring himself to care. He decided on a single word answer.

"Interesting."

Sirius took the next half an hour and the whole bottle to list out baby names, argue over a girl or boy, and talk about the nursery and cleaning up Grimmauld place for the new pup/cub.

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"Hello Nott."

Theodore Nott spun in a wild circle, eyes darting for the unfamiliar voice. He froze as he spotted the speaker, back going rigid as his eyes widened.

"Hello P-Potter." He stuttered a greeting.

Theodore Nott was not a coward. He was a strong willed boy that had cunning to the bone. He was also sharp witted and intelligent. Very little fazed him and he could very easily stand up for himself as he was not a small person.

But like everyone there were some things that scared him.

Like Harry Potter.

Harry smiled at him from where he sat on the common room couch, hand lazily propped up on one arm, holding his head up. His hair was loose around his shoulders and in the firelight his eyes looked like green death.

The other Slytherins in the room avoided Harry like he was not only the plague but the apocalypse. In another sense though, many cast him lingering glances feeling…something. There was something about them that drew them like moths to a flame. While he felt dangerous there was also that sense of safety around him.

Most of the students in Hogwarts viewed Harry Potter as a quiet boy that was smart and brave and the picture of a shy hero. But to the Slytherin's he was an apathetic cold boy that only used logic and cared nothing for emotional entanglements or any political plays. To the Slytherins this made him dangerous because it made him impossible to manipulate or predict. He openly operated on his own terms and screw anyone who tried to factor him into anything.

None of the Slytherin's messed with him. He excluded that air that said if you even glanced at him wrong he would kill you. Or look at you with that look of hollow amusement. Like he was watching bugs play beneath his feet and with one move he could crush them. Like he was amused that they would even think they were half a match for him.

In his third year one seventh year Slytherin had tried to manoeuvre him into a position that would get him caught by Flitch for some petty reason. Harry had seemed to vanish. When Flitch had passed, the boy had come face to face with Potter watching behind him. It was never clear what happened but the seventh year flinched horribly every time he had heard the words Potter or Harry or even green after that.

It had been a unanimous decision that while Harry Potter was the figurative enemy of their goals, they did not mess with him. Slytherins both respected and fear him and for that reason they never got in his way.

"W-what can I d-do for you?" Theodore choked out.

"I came to talk." Harry purred eyeing the Slytherin like a delicious piece of cake. "Please, sit."

Theodore winced and hesitantly sat down beside the boy.

"Now, Theodore, please call me Harry first of all."

"Yes sir." Theodore said automatically.

Harry smiled and Theodore wanted to flinch back at the cold gesture.

"Now, Theodore, I came to discuss Slytherin's future with you."

"M-me." Theodore choked. "Why not the prefects of the seventh years."

Harry laughed, loud and long as if he had said something truly amusing.

"Why would I go to those weaklings. No, Theodore, I came to talk with the ruler of the Slytherin House."

Theodore seized up, wide eyed. It was a very, very well kept secret that Theodore was the leader of the house of snake. Many thought it was Draco but he was just a front. A few more thought it was Blaise Zabini, and even more believed it was one of the seventh years. All these were wrong. Theodore was the ruler of Slytherin and had been since year two. He had been cunning enough to get people to listen and had taken control in under a year. He was the unofficial king of the snakes.

Even Voldemort did not know this. No one outside of Slytherin did. Not even the former Slytherins. Every year he had been king he had taken the time to obliviate such knowledge from the graduates. They still had the odd feeling that they should respect him and trusted him much more easily but they didn't know why. They would know in an instant though if he wanted them to remember. It was best.

"How did you know?" Theodore asked in a bare whisper.

Perhaps Zabini had told him. Harry looked at him with eyes of green fire.

"Do not worry Theodore." Harry smiled. "Blaise did not betray the Slytherin's and tell me. He didn't even speak that you had a leader. It's just one of those things I make my business to know."

Theodore shifted at Potter's smirk. The common room door swung open at that minute and a first year led professor Snape in. It was a gamble but Theodore hoped Harry Potter would not reveal anything before a professor. All the Slytherins, most of the Ravenclaws, and many of the Hufflepuffs and Gryffindors knew Potter had secrets but none of the adults seemed to suspect anything. Except Dumbledore.

Theodore had seen the odd puzzled looks that Dumbledore gave Potter when he thought no one was looking. Looks that said Harry was a new puzzle he wanted to solve but knew that the answers would not be what he wanted.

"Professor." Theodore blurted out his greeting.

Usually he had more courtesy and preferred not to get attention drawn to him, but Potter was throwing him off horribly.

"Ms. Edgeclaw said there was an intruder." Snape drawled, eyes glancing about.

Then his eyes landed on Potter. Theodore expected him to sneer and demand an explanation. Instead Harry smiled and Snape froze.

Everyone in the common room stared unabashedly at their head of house as he looked away from Potter's gaze.

"Good evening Severus." Harry purred.

Everyone took sharp intakes at the man's name. Theodore's eyes darted between them in a split second he realized Snape was not going to be the distraction or help he wanted in escaping an emerald gaze.

"I was just coming to inform the Slytherin's of the … situation."

Theodore did not like Harry's tone. It was amused.

"Of course…" Snape trailed off and looked at a loss.

"I came to inform them that there are no longer two sides to this war." Harry continued.

And there was another sharp intake and Theodore realized that this was a bit different then the expected 'join the light side with me'.

"Of course." Snape nodded slowly.

"Come, Severus."

And under the disbelieving gazes of the students Snape obeyed. Theodore Nott kept his gazed locked on the dark eyed man and watched as Snape moved forwards then kneeled at Potter's feet in a subservient pose. Theodore felt all his knowledge of Snape and all his few half theories of Potter shatter.

He had thought he was dealing with the boy-who-lived, enemy of the dark lord. Now he could see how wrong he was.

He was dealing with Lord Potter, lord in more then just name.

"Inform the Slytherin's Severus, of what side you are one."

By now all the Slytherin's had crowded into the room, fetched by the others. There was a good five foot bubble around Harry, Nott, and Snape though.

"I am on your side milord." Snape whispered as everyone stared in shock. "I am on your side, Dark Lord."

And Theodore felt himself freeze. Suddenly he felt light-headed. The common room seemed almost hazy as this revelation slapped him across the face. Harry Potter was not the boy-who-lived. Nor was he light. Nor was he neutral. He was planning to take the mantel of Dark Lord. This also meant that he was against Voldemort but he was not with Dumbledore.

All his plans were broken and spread about. This was such a sudden revelation to his world that it had shifted.

"Dark Lord?" Theodore somehow got out.

Emerald green eyes turned on in and suddenly he realized that while he had been wary of this boy he had also always been drawn to him. The feeling of dark magic in the air, the waves of dark magic coming off this teen was intoxicating. Theodore's breathe hitched and he absently noted a few of the people closer also had looks of awe, elation, and euphoria. The few people in the room not aligned with the dark looked shocked and slightly uncomfortable but still awed. The very lightest of people looked ready to be sick under such a presence but they hid it well.

"Milord." Theodore felt himself saying before he even realized he was bowing on his knees.

Harry Potter just smiled down at him. Theodore felt a weight lift from the air and while the teen still looked menacing Theodore felt safe, felt wanted. And he knew all his plans were in ruin, but he had found a leader, a lord. No, he thought looking at all the figures bowing, all of Slytherin had found a lord that they would swear fealty too.

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End of Chapter 45.