#We remain vigilant in protecting the Heir.#

The other said. #He is definitely the Heir?#

#He has the approval from the Lord of All,# The first snake hissed.

#Continue your duties, Guardians,# Voldemort instructed, stepping back and giving Harry a look full of questions.

"This should not be possible. Even with you partly related to me through your mother." He stated and Harry's lips quirked.

"You will find that there is a lot which most deem impossible that I can do. I do not believe in impossible." Harry told him.

"You also know you will be explaining how this is possible. You do have Slytherin blood and magic in you somehow as you wouldn't be able to wear the ring, you have been accepted. How I do not know."

"An explanation can be given after we have settled my proposition." Harry offered, "The reason I came here was because the future war is inevitable, and I won't be with the light even if my Father is."

"You are correct, there will be a war. Even if I were attempt it all politically, Dumbledore would not rest until I am dead." Voldemort agreed, "But that is not all."

"No, as I have already said; I will not bow to anyone. But I have done my research in to you and your cause, and you have answered basically all of my remaining questions today. I am interested in joining your cause." Harry admitted and Voldemort considered the boy.

"Your family might not be as happy with your choice."

"No there is a chance my father wont but I can't be on the side were Dumbledore stands. He started it with me when I was one." Harry Exclaimed.

Voldemort's eyes seemed to shine at that, and a smirk that didn't belong to Quirrell came to his face.

"That is pleasing."

"There are many that would definitely not agree with that thought." Harry said with a grin.

"I can imagine."

"Should I actually join your cause, I won't be a Death Eater. I would expect you to actually take in my input, I may be young now, but I won't be forever."

"I see,"

The fact that the Dark Lord didn't immediately dismiss the notion made Harry very happy, his mind was still whirling with the fact that he was talking to the very last of Salazar's born bloodline.

"What would you have to offer me in return for such an agreement?"

Here Harry gave him a smirk, he slowly reached in to his pocket, making sure all his movements were clear so it didn't come across as an attack, and withdrew the stone. He placed it on the desk between then and took a huge amount of gratification when the man's eyes widened and took a huge amount of gratification when the man's eyes widened and he sucked in a sharp breath.

"The Philosopher's Stone," He breathed, looking at the rock hungrily before snapping his gaze to the boy who had current possession of it.

"How?"

"I get bored very easily." Harry told him, "I have certain abilities and knowledge that made it particularly easy for me to access. It was only the final task, from Dumbledore, that gave us a slight hiccup."

"Why am I not surprised?"

"It was quite ingenious, as shameful as I feel to admit it. He used the Mirror of Erised, you had to want the stone but not use it; a category you don't fit in to."

"He knew I was after it, it was obvious as soon as I got here." Voldemort admitted, his attention going back to the Stone in question.

"Alongside my proposition, on the agreement of giving you the Stone, I wish to be allowed to experiment on it."

"And what would an 11 year old want to do with a legendary magical artifact?" Riddle asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Potions of course, it may help me with my research. I've only created 2 potions and I need three for my Mastery with honors, I'm trying to beat Snape who got his Mastery at 18 although he didn't have honors." Harry answered.

"Potions Mastery?"

"Yeah, you can't get a Mastery in Spell Craft so that's that out the window."

"I get a feeling you have a lot hidden."

Harry grinned.

"I do, I have explained most things to my father and a few others, but I left out Samhain; I wasn't speaking of that until I had spoken to you and gotten my answers." He shrugged.

"If you could keep it that way until I have my own body it would simplify things." Harry nodded.

"So we are in agreement?" Harry confirmed.

"I will agree to your conditions as long as you adhere to mine." Voldemort decided after a minute of silence, "In the future, you will report to me before you go ahead with anything war related, you will not question my actions or my decisions in meetings or in front of any outside my Elite, and you will explain everything." The final word of that sentence was stressed and Harry almost grinned at the unsustainable curiosity, it was a Slytherin trait. Harry picked up the stone and casually tossed it in the air catching the Dark Lord's attention instantly, he followed the stone's movements with a gaze almost dangerously sharp. It was Harry's intention, because while the man may agree the boy wanted a safety net for himself and his family and for what he was about to try he needed the man distracted.

#You have laid your terms and so have I. Do we have a formal agreement, Lord Slytherin?#

#Our terms are agreed, Heir Potter, Heir Slytherin# The Dark Lord agreed, a touch absently and Harry grinned. He felt the magic seal in the vow and almost breathed in relief. He had switched languages purposely, for you could not lie in Parseltongue and you could not break your word. Parseltongue was a language much more connected to Lady Magic herself than the human tongue, it was why it's spells more powerful and why you couldn't lie. You cannot lie to Lady Magic. He had just secured himself a very safe place for the future war and he was going to make the most of it. He held out the stone for the man to take, seeing no reason not to give it to him right away, to honor his word immediately.

"I ask that you, nor the young Heir Malfoy and Heir Nott speak of this. Until I am in my own form, I wish to remain as dead as the public believes me to be. The only problem I foresee is Dumbledore, he will notice the stone is gone."

"Not likely, we stole it over a month ago." Harry told him.

"How does he not know?"

"His traps were flimsy, it's a setup made for someone to get through. I simply replicated the stone and replaced it, he will be none the wiser until the end of the year in the least."

"I intend to be up and moving much before then." Voldemort brushed off, "Very well, I have much to do. It has been ten years." He threw Harry a scathing look, but the boy merely smiled up at him with a disgustingly innocent smile.

"When you listen to the words of a prophet, you deserve all the repercussions coming to you." Harry informed him chirpily, "Besides, I didn't do anything. That was all on Fate."

"I am going to regret this decision at a later date, I am sure I decide," and Harry laughed.

"Probably,"

"Be gone, brat, and keep your silence." Voldemort dismissed, his words holding no real bite.

"Yes, oh mighty Lord of my House." Harry returned, sweeping in to a graceful yet obviously mocking bow. He ran away laughing when he found a sharp stinging hex coming towards him, slipping through the corridors to find a spot where he could gather his thoughts. Everything had just changed, even if nothing had yet to happen, it was all different and Harry already felt lighter. The man would probably be slightly pissed when he remembered that Parseltongue made agreements binding, but he let a weakness be exploited so he would have to reap the repercussions. What Harry could not get over was the fact that he was Salazar's Heir, Harry wanted to laugh again at the irony of it all. What pride Salazar must have felt when Merlin told him that his last descendant was fighting for Lady Magic's full freedom, Harry shook his head.

He settled himself, knowing he needed to get back to the Great Hall for dinner, and when he cast a tempus he realized he was already late. He rushed down to the Hall, falling in with some older Slytherins, who cast him a disapproving look for being alone and ushered him in to the middle of their group; they were a very paranoid lot. Harry was directed down to the rest of the first years and he dropped down next to an oblivious Draco, who was busy staring at his plate like it was the most fascinating thing in the world.

"Not hungry?" He asked with a grin, causing Draco to jump violently and turn to face Harry as if he was a ghost

"You're alive!" He whisper exclaimed causing Theo to laugh at the thought.

"Yes, I said I would be fine."

"Yes but saying that and doing that with what idiotic move you just pulled off are two very different things, you prat!"

"Thank you for worrying about me, Draco." Harry said.

"I wasn't worried," He denied instantly, and Harry looked at him in obvious disbelief so he hurried to continue, "I just didn't want to be the one to tell everyone why you suddenly vanished."

"Ahh, I see," Harry said, nodding seriously. Harry started eating, not realizing that he was actually starving as he didn't eat a proper breakfast due to his nerves. The trio were just finishing up when Quirrell hurried in, he hid his smirk when the man jumped a mile when he was offered food; that was true dedication right there.

Harry left with Draco, Theo, Daphne and Tracey, discussing their History essay that Sirius had given them recently. The conversation gradually drifted off of school related things, and the girls had the trio in tears of laughter as they gave a very amusing rendition of the expectations of Pureblood daughters and Heiresses at Yule season.

"His face when Daph told him exactly what he could do with correct spoons was the greatest thing I have ever seen," Tracey was telling them, grinning at her best friend's sheepish look.

"I know my formal etiquette perfectly, and I have never once caused a slight against House Greengrass. The fact that my father even dared put me in with Tori for lessons was insulting."

"I am sure you let him know how much." Harry joked; she merely smirked.

"I do love Italy in the Yule time."

"I thought the Heirs had it bad." Draco said with a shake of his head.

"There mere thought of having to go through three dress changes blows my mind." Harry agreed, "Each of them having to be different and yet still be within in theme or matching your partner. That's just too much."

"Not to mention shoes, accessories and hair." Tracey reminded them.

"Yuck," they boys said together.