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Chapter 3

Slytherin Castle

"Wake up little ssnakeling."

Harry groaned and rolled over, burying his head further into the pillows. "Go away Ron. It's Saturday, and I don't care about whatever it was Hermione said to you."

"If I had understood any of that, I would probably assume that that was an insult you little brat. Now GET. UP!"

A sharp pain of a bite on Harry's wrist caused him to leap upright. His eyes darted about searching for his attacker while cradling his wrist to his chest. All he saw was a thick green canopy.

Where…oh. Harry released as the memories of the previous night came back to him.

He was now Lord Voldemort's son.

"Finally, you're a deeper sleeper than a Burmese Python."

His gazed shot down to see Nagini slithering out from under the covers. Then Harry remembered the bite. Checking his hand he let out a sigh of relief as the skin wasn't broken.

"Relax, I wouldn't do any real physical damaged to you, and besides as you are my master's son, you are immune to my venom just as he is." She hissed.

"Oh, good morning Nagini."

"Good morning, little Raven."

Suddenly the canopy was whisked back. Harry found himself looking straight into the face of a maid.

"Morning sir." She greeted with a small curtsy, then she walked over and threw open the curtains letting in sunlight.

Harry glanced around, finally getting a good look at his new room.

The walls were pale green with dark trim. The carpet the same dark green as the canopy and curtains. Tapestries hung on the wall, depicting beautiful scenes that Harry didn't understood. There was also a couch by the bookshelf, and a small tea table with two chairs by the window.

Just then another maid come in, pushing a small trolley with covered silver plates. "Good morning sir. Would you like to have breakfast in bed, by the window or out on the balcony?"

Harry blinked. "I have a balcony?" he asked Nagini.

"Yes. Lets eat out there. The view, is the most amazing thing you ever seen."

"The balcony please." He told the maid.

She nodded, then pushed the trolley over to where the other maid was opening a pair of double glass leading onto a large, wide balcony.

Harry climbed out of bed and wrapped up in a dark green robe. Nagini draped herself around his shoulders.

She hadn't been lying about the view.

The balcony over looked beautiful garden, groves and orchards. In the distant were mountains, though they were bare fields, and the sea. The sun was rising just over the peak of the mountain. The waves were lapping on the white beach and against the sides of the cliffs. It was stunning.

"Coffee, tea, or hot chocolate?"

Harry snapped back to attention, sitting at the tea table. "Oh, hot chocolate."

While one poured him a cup the other placed several silver platters in front of him. There were waffles with powdered sugar and strawberries, sausage, bacon, melon balls, and a small bowl of oatmeal, and a glass of orange juice.

"Thank you." He said.

The maids smiled, then curtsied again.

"Ah, good to see you're up." Selene walked out onto the balcony. Harry finally got a real look at her. She had brown hair and almond shaped dark blue eyes. Her skin was slightly tanned, showing that she spent a lot of time outside. "Now we can go over your schedule for the day." She continued.

"I have a schedule?" Harry had a feeling that he would be asking a lot of questions the next few days.

"You do now. Now after you finish eating and get dressed you will be joining your father for a tour of the Castle and the grounds. Then you will join me back up here to be measured by a personal tailor for your new robes and other clothes. After we will adjourn to the library so I came explain your new responsibilities and duties…"

"Responsibilities and duties?"

"Yes, you are the heir to one of four of the most ancient and powerful houses from the time of Merlin. You have a lot to live up to and once your new status is announced, you'll have a lot expected of you. Both good and bad." Selene said.

Harry leaned back. He hadn't thought about that. Gods, what would people say? He was now the Heir of Slytherin. He had to fight the urge to laugh. It was so ironic. His mind was flashing back to second year and everyone thought he was the Heir of Slytherin.

Heh, they were only off by three years, but they turned out to be right. But this was beyond better than they could've ever guessed.

"Anyway," Selene cut through his thoughts. "after that, will be lunch on the patio with your father, followed by your appointment with Dr. Charles. Then you'll be meeting some of your tutors. After that you'll be free to do whatever you want until supper, and finally your father wants you to join him in the parlor this evening to clear up any questions you may have. Understand?"

Harry nodded.

This was going to be his life now. Schedules, duties, responsibilities, but surprisingly he wasn't bothered by any of these things. It felt…natural.

"Now, eat up! You are much to thin." She scolded.

Harry shyly looked down, but picked up his fork and took a bite of one of the waffles. It was good, better than anything that Hogwarts ever made.

Selene nodded in satisfaction, then walked back inside, leaving Harry to finish his breakfast in peace.

The food was defiantly better than Hogwarts. It tasted just right and was healthy. Still he was only able to eat about half of it. But the maids didn't seem surprised in a slightest. They merely picked up the plates before they hurried Harry inside and into the private bathroom.

Harry was stunned.

It was done in gray marble, just like the Prefect bathroom, only there wasn't a pool, but a large Jacuzzi style tub with thirteen taps on one side. There was a toilet and there was a shower with a panel with about fifty options on it, with a glass door and wall jets. And off to the side was a stack of warm, white and green fluffy towels. The counter had only one sink and two cabinets and a large mirror.

The person staring back at him in the mirror was not the person he knew. His eyes were still green, but that was the only thing that stayed the same. His hair was no longer sticking out and unruly. It was now soft and slightly wavy. He had grown several inches and his body had a sense of grace and presence that he'd never had before.

'That's me?'

He was Harry Dionysus Slytherin now. He truly wasn't Harry James Potter any longer.

He smirked.

'Good.'

The two maids sat Harry down on the window bench, which was covered in a soft green cushion. One of the maids filled the large bath with steamy, hot water while the other opened the cabinet and pulled out a couple of little soap drops. She dropped them into the water, making them sizzle and dissolve, turning the water a soft, pale cloudy blue. Then she turned one of the taps letting a flow of icy white foam poured out, covering the surface. The next tap made small and large bubbles come out. Finally, the last tap let out a soft purple scent cloud that smelled like honey suckles.

The two maids then proceeded the attempt to strip Harry down. Nagini moved onto the counter, hissing in amusement at Harry's struggles.

"Oh relax." The brown haired maid giggled. "I have three younger brothers. You've don't have anything that I haven't seen before."

Harry flushed as he was stripped nude and forced him into the tub. It was awkward sitting there naked in front of two older women, but the water felt and smelled so relaxing. He lay in the sweet-smelling water and the bubbles popped against his skin, causing the smell of cinnamon, potpourri, and roses to fill his senses.

"Your hair is as black as night, and so agreeable," the blonde says, scooping warm, frothy water over his head.

Suddenly the brunet cupped his chin and tilted it, studding Harry's face. "Sevetlana! Look at his eyes!"

The blonde, Sevetlana, stopped bathing Harry long enough to look.

"Oooh, they're the same color as emeralds," She cooed. "Where did you get such beautiful eyes from?"

"My mother." Harry replied.

They both smiled, then finished bathing him.

They lifted him out of the tub and wrapped him in a large towel, briskly drying him off then putting his robe back on. They used magic to dry his hair then combed his hair, making it look neater than it's ever been before and leading him back into the bedroom.

Selene was already there.

"Good, you're clean. Now let me show you your closet."

It was a large walk-in closet. It was so big it even had a loveseat in it. There were rows for wizarding robes of all sizes. Boots and dress shoes shelves. Drawers lined the walls. There were shelves that were locked in the back. But they were all empty.

'Wow' was the only thought in Harry's mind.

"You'll have all your clothes by tomorrow morning after the tailor gets everything. Okay, lets see…"

Selene pulled out a gray shirt with slightly wide arms that narrowed again at his wrists, closed with two cuff links in that were of small silver coiled snakes and had a low collar. Next she pulled out a bottle green tailored robe to wear over it. Then she pulled out a pair of dark green trousers, a black leather belt with a silver belt buckle with the engraving with the Slytherin crest, and a pair of black dragonhide boots.

They fit perfect.

The material seemed to be a mix of cotton and silk and felt soft and lightweight against his skin. The robe was snug against his chest like a waistcoat, but flared out below the waist and it went down to his feet.

Just then there was a knock on the door.

"Yes?" Selene called.

"The Dark Lord is waiting in the front hall. Is the young master ready?" a male voice called in.

Selene adjusted the robes a tad, and smoothed back his hair. "He's ready. And will be down in a minute." She smiled, then pushed Harry towards the door.

Harry opened the door, meeting a young man. The man gave a small bow; "Prince." He greeted and motioned for Harry to follow him. He led Harry back through the hallways and down stairways.

Just as he said, Lord Voldemort was standing in the front foyer. Harry's new father smiled as he came over.

"Good morning Harry."

"Good morning…father." Harry breathed. That would take a while to get use to saying.

Voldemort smiled, then motioned for Harry to follow him.

"I thought we'd start in the North wing." He said as they walked down the hall. "It was the first wing in the house and holds the library, the tapestry hall, the portrait hall, the clock tower, and a bell tower. This is where you will spend your history lessons at."

The Library was huge. It was three times as big as Hogwarts' was. Hermione would have fainted from joy at this sight. And unlike the Hogwarts Library there were no restricted sections.

The Tapestry hall was decorated with tapestries that were hundreds of years old. Some of them were even close to a thousand. They depicted famous scenes throughout history.

But the Portrait Hall was the most shocking.

"Ready?" Voldemort asked.

Harry nodded.

Voldemort pushed open the door.

It was just a long hall covered with Portraits. All Slytherins.

"Ah, Tom, who's this?" a man who Harry recognized as Salazar Slytherin was placed at the end, between two stain glass windows, and next to a man with a white beard that was longer than Dumbledore, white hair, long blue robes, a blue and gold wizard hat, and holding a staff.

At Salazar's voice, all the Portraits turned to peer at them.

"Good Morning Salazar." Voldemort greeted. "This is my son Harry. I just blood-adopted him last night."

Suddenly every Portrait seemed to light up with excitement.

"Oh he's adorable!" a witch with trailing black hair smiled, shifting her stitching off her knee.

"Looks like a fine dueler." A man holding a sword laughed. "Make sure you educate him in the art of weaponry and not just wand work."

"His magical aura is so powerful. As to be expected of a Slytherin Heir, adopted or not." Another man said, peering at Harry through his glasses.

"His eyes are Slytherin green!" a woman cried in delight.

"He's strong and healthy."

"He'll take the Slytherin name far!"

"Who cares if he takes it far, someone has to restore the name Slytherin back to true greatness. This kid will do just that!"

It went on like that for a while. Harry felt a blush rush to his face at all the compliments. But looking around the room, he saw that he did look a lot like all the other members of the Slytherin family. Dark hair, pale skin, and a lean body. He felt a wave of acceptance and familiarity run through him.

This was his family.

A chuckle caused all of them to stop.

It was the old wizard next to Salazar.

"Calm down all of you. I know a new member of the Slytherin clan is exciting, but do not overwhelm him." He was clearly amused. "Though I agree with all of you. This child is very powerful."

Voldemort gave a small bow, which shocked Harry.

"Thank you Merlin."

Harry froze.

Merlin? As in the Merlin? The greatest wizard of all time? Oh gods.

"Hello child," Merlin smiled a gentle smile at him.

"Hello," Harry replied, a little nervous.

Honestly, what do you say to the great Merlin?

Merlin chuckled again, "Well it's nice to see a child in the castle again, even if you're already thirteen."

Harry blushed. "I'm fifteen sir."

All the Portraits just stared.

"But you look to small and thin to be fifteen." The woman sewing exclaimed.

"Tom you better make him eat." Salazar stated.

"I will Salazar. Now I need to finish showing Harry the castle." Voldemort said, leading Harry out of the hall.

Harry was slightly relieved to leave.

The rest of the castle was a lot like Hogwarts. It even had several green houses, a Quidditch field, wine cellar, dueling room with a platform, and even a 'chamber of secrets' deep underground.

"It's designed as an emergency bunker. The Chamber at Hogwarts Salazar originally to be used if the school was ever under attack. The Basilisk was going to be the defender of the school." Voldemort explained.

"Too bad it's dead," Harry muttered.

He could still remember that day vividly. While the Basilisk had been trying to kill him, he'd thought it was beautiful. He'd always regretted having to kill it.

Voldemort gave a sly smile on his face.

"He's not."

Harry's head shot up. "But … I killed him. I stabbed him in the roof of his mouth. He can't be alive."

Voldemort shook his head. "Harry, the only way to kill a Basilisk is to cut out its heart and brain and burn the rest in lava. You just jabbed the roof of its mouth, stunning it for a few months. It's still alive."

A wave of relief hit Harry. Then he realized that there was still a sixty feet Basilisk under the school. That probably wasn't a good thing.

"After we take control of Hogwarts, we'll move it back here." Voldemort said, like he was reading Harry's thoughts. "This is it's original home."

"Where exactly are we?"

"Close to Grindavik, Iceland."

Harry stopped walking. They were in Iceland?

"Keep up," Voldemort called, then handed Harry a winter robe. "It's still slightly cold outside, so put this on."

The grounds stretched for miles. There were open fields, and within the border walls were gardens that were blooming with the most beautiful flowers Harry had ever seen. It turned out that the Portrait of the woman sewing had been one of Salazar's favorite daughters, and she had blessed the garden so that, with the exception of snow, the gardens could bloom year round, without any problems.

The orchard had every kind of fruit bearing trees possible. From apple trees, to fig and pomegranate trees.

"You can go anywhere you want on the grounds or in the castle." Voldemort explained. "But you're not allowed to leave the grounds without an escort. We can't take any risks of Dumbledore finding out about you."

Harry nodded.

"Good, now I have a meeting to attend in a little while, so I'll just leave you with Selene and I'll be back for lunch." Voldemort said, as they re-entered the castle's front hall. Selene was already there waiting.

"See you soon." Voldemort place a light kiss on Harry's head.

Harry blushed, not used to such affections, and then watched his father leave by floo.

"Well now," Selene said. "The tailor is here. Let's go. We have much to do."

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