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Chapter 2

Becoming the Heir

Voldemort smiled then reached out and carted his fingers through Harry's raven locks. It felt gentle and soothing.

"Good boy, my little Harry. Now, it's time we go." He said, wrapping his arm possessively around his soon to be new son. "I'm assuming you've never had the experience of whirling before."

Harry blinked; relaxing at the feeling of being pulled against a solid, warm body. He could feel the dark magic pulsing into him. "Whirling?"

"It's a type of transportation. It's an unpopular form now a days, but I still prefer it. Since this is your first, I suggest closing your eyes." Voldemort instructed, pulling Harry tighter against him.

Harry did.

Suddenly he felt like he was in the middle of a hurricane. He could feel powerful winds on either sides of him. Finally, he felt ground beneath his feet, the winds faded.

"Welcome home Harry."

Harry opened his eyes.

They were standing in what appeared to be a study. There were two armchairs by the fireplace, a desk, Oriental rug; it was designed with the same design as the Slytherin Dorms.

"Welcome home masster."

Harry looked to see a huge snake slithering towards them. Nagini.

"Oh, who'ss thiss? Iss thiss your new sson? He'ss beautiful masster." She hissed, wrapping around Harry's leg. Harry tensed as she slowly coiled up his body, holding him firmly, yet gently.

"He'ss not my sson yet Pet. But he will be by tonight." Voldemort hissed back, guiding Harry to sit down in one of the armchairs. "Now, we need a talk about a few things before the ritual tonight. Starting with your new name."

"My new name?" Harry was confused.

"Of course. You are entering into a new family. You'll be taking on the last name Slytherin, and your first name shall remain the same if you wish." The Dark Lord said, taking a seat in the other chair.

Harry thought for a minute. "Yes I want to keep my name."

"That just leaves your middle name. It's a Slytherin tradition to have a middle name of a Greek God. For example my official Slytherin name is Voldemort Ares Slytherin. I always did favor the God of War. Are you partial to any God?"

Harry remembered a book on Greek Mythology that he had read when he was a child. He loved reading all the tales about how the Gods and Goddesses came to be. But his favorite was about Dionysus, the God of Wine and Pleasure. He was born a Demi God but was made a God by his father Zeus.

"Harry?" Voldemort snapped his attention back.

"Dionysus. I…like the God Dionysus." Harry finally said.

Voldemort smiled, then nodded. "I can see that. In fact, in some stories, Dionysus was told to have Green eyes."

Harry blushed.

"Now, I need you to stay here, I'll be back in a minute." He said to Harry, then headed for the door.

Suddenly Harry felt Nagini slid down his arm, with a hiss of concern. "Why do I smell blood on you little Raven? Is your hand hurt?"

Voldemort froze at her words. He turned around and his gaze went straight to Harry's covered hand. "Harry…show me your hand."

The man didn't even wait for Harry to reply, he just grasped Harry's wrist and pulled the cloak off. Voldemort's gaze darkened. Harry shrank back as he felt dark magic swelling faster around him, growing wild. Suddenly the room seemed to begin to shake, like it was on the edge of exploding.

"Who." The Dark Lord managed.

"It's n-nothing." Harry started.

"DON'T give me that. Give me the name, right now, of the person who made you use a Blood Quill!"

Harry jumped slightly, wanting to pull back, but Nagini tightened her grip. "Tell masster who hurt you little ssnakeling. A father protectss hiss children."

Harry gulped. "It was just detention with Umbridge."

"Harry, are you aware that a Blood Quill is an illegal object?" Voldemort asked.

That made Harry freeze. A blood quill was illegal? "It's illegal?"

"Yes, it can cause damage to a magical core. Now this is important, how many times did she make you use this?" Voldemort asked slowly, clearly trying to stay calm.

"A-At least three times a week since the beginning of the year."

Harry figured that was bad when Voldemort paled drastically.

"Pet, watch him. I'll be back soon." He whispered to Nagini, the hurried from the room.

"That's not a good sign." Harry muttered. He stiffened as Nagini tightened again. Though he did like certain snakes, this one was huge and poisonous, and he didn't exactly like…touching snakes. Though if he was going to be the Dark Lord's son, he'd better get used to it.

Suddenly the door opened again.

Voldemort came in with a middle-aged man with brown hair following him carrying a black bag.

"Harry this is Dr. Charles. My personal medic."

"Hello young man." Charles smiled. "I understand that you've been forced to use a Blood Quill."

Harry nodded. "It can damage a magical core?"

"Yes. If exposed to prolong use. I'd like you cast a diagnosis spell to insure that your magic hasn't been affected."

That didn't seem bad.

Voldemort whispered something in Charles' ear. The medic nodded. "He'll be fine by midnight. Even if there are any problems, the ritual will wipe it all out."

"What?"

"Nothing Harry." Voldemort assured while Charles' cast the spell.

Harry glowed a pale orange.

"That's a good. You're in perfect health. You must be very powerful to completely resist the effects of the Blood Quill for so long. But, I want to keep monitoring you for a few weeks." He pulled out a small bottle. "Now you need to rub this on, but after the ritual, the scar will vanish. I'll be back tomorrow afternoon, that should give you plenty of time for the ritual to settle." He said.

"My Lord." He nodded to Voldemort. "And congratulations on the adoption." He put the wand back in his bag and left.

Voldemort turned to Harry and gave him a gentle smile. "Well now, I need to do some last minute preparations. Rub that stuff on, then dress in this." He placed something white on the other chair.

"What did he mean by the it will vanish after the ritual?" Harry asked.

"A blood adoption ritual removes all wounds and scars from the previous family, leaving like a clean slate to become apart of the new family." Voldemort explained.

Harry blinked. A clean slate. That's sounded so sweet.

"Oh, by the way, was that…woman…using the blood quill on anyone else?" Voldemort asked, though he sounded strained.

"She used it on anyone who had detention with her."

Voldemort nodded. "Thank you. Now, get dressed and wait for someone to come and collect you."

Harry watched as he left the room. Nagini slithered from his shoulders, moving after her master.

Harry sat there, staring after them. Then he opened the bottle and rubbed the salve on. The wound stopped bleeding and sealed up. "Huh," Well it worked fast. He walked over, and picked up the cotton robe. It was long and had a hood.

Knock. Knock.

"Young master?"

The door opened and a young woman wearing a soft blue robes. "Hello. I'm Selene, I'm to be your Governess."

"My Governess?"

"Yes. I will be in charge of your studies, helping you with Daily life, and right, helping you through this ritual." She explained, closing the door. "Now let's start with a bath."

Before Harry could blink, he was being yanked down the hall and into a huge bathroom. Selene motioned for him to remove his clothes.

She started the water in the claw foot tub. Then she added a few drops of different oils, flower petals, and salt. Then moved outside the door to give him some privacy.

Harry climbed in. It felt good to be able to relax for the first time in months. "Why…"

"It's a cleansing process. You have to be in top shape for the ceremony. Now the ritual will take place in the rose garden. You will be wearing your hood up for the first part, until the Dark Lord removes it. Now, you won't have to say a thing. First the Lord will purify you with rose oil, then he shall incorporate the elements within you. He will sprinkle you with salt, then water, you shall inhale incense, finally he will move a flame near your face, but don't worry, he won't burn you." She explained through the door.

Harry nodded as he scrubbed his body.

"Next he will perform the blood part of the ritual. You won't shed any blood, but the Dark Lord will cut himself and put his blood on you. Finally he will put the Heir of Slytherin ring on your finger, officially making you his son."

"Got it." Harry muttered.

"You don't need to do a complete job. Just get the dirt off. Hurry up now."

Harry scrubbed faster.

Finally all the dirt and blood was gone.

He climbed out of the tub and dried off, then slipped on the robe. It felt soft against his skin. Then slipped on a pair of simple sippers.

"Ready?" Selene asked.

Harry opened the door and stepped out. "Yes."

"Good, now come with me." She said, leading Harry down the halls.

Soon they were outside. The sky was dusted with stars. They walked down the path, through hedges. Harry didn't really look where he was going. Normally he would have admired the beauty of the garden, but he could only stare at the ground in front of him. He was too lost in his thoughts.

He was going to become the Dark Lord's son. He always imagined that the Dark Lord would kill him, but never make him his son.

"We're here." Selene whispered.

Harry finally looked up. They were standing in the clearing. Voldemort was standing in the middle in front of an alter. On the alter was a white candle, a small jar, a lotus flower, incense, a ring and what looked to be a locket.

Voldemort smiled as they approached.

Selene bowed.

"Tonight on the Holy night of Beltane, we've gathered in this sacred space to welcome a child into the Ancient and Noble house of Slytherin." Voldemort said, lighting some of incense on the alter. He motioned Harry to step forward.

Selene nudged him slightly.

Harry walked over to stand right in front of his soon to be father. Voldemort pulled the hood off Harry's head, lightly touching the freshly washed raven locks, then he picked up a small glass jar with oil.

"With this rose oil, I purify your spirit so that you may see the true world of magic as it truly is."

Harry remembered what Selene had told him and he closed his eyes. He felt Voldemort rub the oil on his forehead, eyelids, and right over his heart.

"Now I shall incorporate the power of the elements within you."

First earth, then water, air, and fire. Harry reminded himself, trying to remain calm at the thought of the flame being close to his face.

"Earth our body."

Voldemort sprinkled salt over Harry's head, careful to avoid Harry's eyes.

"Water our blood."

Taking the lotus flower, he dripped the dewdrops on Harry's eyelids.

"Air our breath."

Voldemort picked up the burning incense stick and places it in front of Harry's nose. Harry inhaled a sweet rose smell.

"Fire our spirit."

Harry gulped slightly as Voldemort picked up the white candle. He watched as the flame approached. Relax, Selene said it wouldn't burn me. He tried to assure himself. He watched as the flame flickered and danced. He closed his eyes as he felt the heat near his cheek. A small hot sensation traveled over his face, then it was gone.

Harry opened his eyes.

Voldemort picked up the knife and cut the palm of his hand. He then pressed his hand to Harry's forehead. A sharp pain laced through Harry's head. It felt like tentacles were seeping into him and spreading through out his body. Then it became a warm, protective feeling. The Dark Lord removed his hand, wiping the blood from Harry's forehead. Voldemort smiled.

Voldemort lifted Harry's right hand, then lifted the ring from the alter. It was silver with a black snake with emerald eyes in the center, forming an S. "The blood of Salazar Slytherin has approved you as an heir. This ring shall show the world that you are now the True Slytherin Prince."

Voldemort slipped the ring on Harry's middle finger. A soft blue glow surrounded both of them. Suddenly Harry felt a rustling of his clothes. Looking down he found that he was now wearing a deep forest green robes that had tight sleeves. It was long, going all the way down to the ground with black trousers. It had a high neckline and was snug on his chest before flaring out. The cuffs, collar and the bottom of his robes had black embroidered vines and there was a long line of black buttons down the front. He was also wearing a pair of black dragon hide boots.

Then Dark Lord picked up the locket. The door was golden glass windows allowing Harry to see a serpentine S, inlaid with glittering, green stones. It hung on a silver chain that shimmered in the moonlight.

"This is Salazar Slytherin's locket. He made it to give to his son. It's become a tradition that the youngest member of the Slytherin family wears it."

Voldemort slipped it around Harry's neck.

Then he noticed that his vision was somehow worse. Before he could say anything, Voldemort pulled his glasses off his face. Harry blinked. His vision was crystal clear. He could see every little detailed.

"Welcome to the family, Harry Dionysus Slytherin, my son." Voldemort said, kissing Harry on the forehead.

Harry blushed. He could actually feel the father-son bond beginning to form between him and Voldemort, his father.

"Now then, let's return inside. It's late and you need to rest." The Dark Lord decided, taking Harry by the arm and leading him inside, calling to Selene to clean up the alter and then to retire for the night.

They walked in silence back up the path and into the castle. Harry took the time to actually look around. It had the same structure as Hogwarts, but felt stronger in the magic regard.

Voldemort led him up a series of stairs and down hallways until they reached a set of oriental doors.

"This is your personal suite."

Opening the doors Harry was stunned. The room had a queen size bed with a thick green ring canopy. There was a fireplace, an armchair, and a bookshelf.

"You also have a study in the next room that leads to your own Astronomy Tower. You also have a personal bathroom. You can look around in the morning; right now you are to go to sleep. Someone will be by in the morning to come get you." Voldemort instructed. "One of the maids you out your night robe. Good Night Harry."

"Good Night…Father." Harry breathed as he watched his father leave, and closed the door. He was stunned. He never thought those words would ever come out of his mouth. Not with his real father dead.

He walked over to the bed. He quickly got dressed and climbed into bed. The canopy magical closed, leaving only a sliver of an opening.

Suddenly soft music began play. It was Pachelbel Canon in D, accompanied with the sounds of ocean waves. It soothed Harry's rattled soul.

"Harry Dionysus Slytherin." He whispered as the candles in his room dimmed until it left him in a comfortable darkness.

It rolled off his tongue in a way that Harry James Potter never did. But it will remain my name, just as much as this one is.

It sounded like his real name. And now it was.

Harry closed his eyes, letting out a calm breath, then let sleep claim him.

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