Harry took a deep breath, he was still facing the door but he was wound tighter than a spring."Let me speak to him, Quirrell." Harry said clearly, his voice strong and unwavering and there was a small intake of breath from behind him.

"W-what are y-y-you talking about P-Potter?"

"I wish to speak with the Dark Lord, or is he back to Mr Riddle now?" Harry felt the wave of power that came as Voldemort took control of his host.

"How do you know that name?" Quirrell spoke again but his voice was different, it was smoother, colder, and darker.

"I knew that name before I connected it to you. I found out someone called Tom Marvolo Riddle was around Quirrell permanently, it took me a while to figure out how especially when there was no heat marking another person in the room. You are rather famous for your ability to possess people."

"Very clever, Mr Potter," He murmured, "Very clever indeed. Such knowledge of one's enemy can be beneficial."

"Enemy?" Harry repeated, turning around to face him, "Hm. That would depend on your viewpoint."

"Oh?" There was the barest trace of interest in his voice as he spoke, looking the boy over slightly, "what of your father?"

"My relations with my family have nothing to do here," Harry said, "You've noticed the recent appearance of me, I am sure."

"Ah yes, Harry James Potter, Heir to the Noble and Most Ancient House of Potter and Black. Was reported dead, after eleven years. I hear they are doing rather well for themselves now."

"Yes, they are." Harry agreed candidly, "As sudden as they may appear, it was always heading in this direction. It's a side effect of one leader tarring a family apart. Leaving one of them on the doorstep of a magic hatting muggle house."

Harry felt a surge of anger that wasn't his own, and the Dark Lord hissed, his magic suddenly snapping around him before it settled again.

"They did what?"

"Yes, you see after that night I lived with them, dropped off one night with a single note and my name. Ruffly five years I was their slave, and punching bag. Till I ultimately died." Harry told him blandly.

"He dares cast away a magical child!" He seethed, "he sent one blessed with Lady Magic's gifts to filthy muggles?"

"By Dumbledore, of course."

Harry felt a surge of anger that wasn't his own, and the Dark Lord hissed, his magic suddenly snapping around him before it settled again.

"That loathsome man would see others suffer for his so called greater good." The Dark Lord spat, "To do what happened to a.. a child... if any of my Death Eaters would have done such a thing they would have burned."

"As it is, I am sure you haven't missed the obnoxiously bearded individual currently holding reign on this castle." The Dark Lord snorted at the boy's description of Dumbledore; obnoxiously bearded, he would have to remember that one.

"You have worked out who I am and then still approached me; why? You must have a purpose, by your actions today no one other than your friend knows you are here."

"I have a proposition for you." Harry told him bluntly and Voldemort blinked slowly.

"You have a proposition for me?" He could not have sounded more incredulous if he tried. Harry didn't know whether to be affronted or amused by his reaction.

"You are eleven."

"Its funny that I should be aware of that already given that I have lived those eleven years." Was Harry's deadpanned yes highly sarcastic response and Voldemort smirked, the brat's audacity amused him.

"I could kill you quite easily," He pointed out and Harry tilted his head.

"Actually, I do not believe it would be as easy as you think." Harry mused, "While I don't doubt you are incredibly powerful, beyond that, you are currently not in your own form and your core is not fully your own. And as it were, I do have my own power and tricks that would help me to evade you if needed."

"You speak of power yet I do not feel any magic coming from you."

"And you speak of feeling magic when I cannot feel yours," Harry countered immediately, "There are ways to hide your magic if you do not want anyone to feel it."

"Release it, show this power you speak so highly of." Voldemort goaded and Harry smirked. He saw what the man was doing, but he was willing to play along. The Dark Lord had already answered a few of his questions with his words, there would be few things to derail his preferred outcome now. Harry released the hold he kept on his magic, letting it fill the room and swim around them, though he made sure not to let it pass the room's borders. Harry didn't realized his eyes had fallen closed until they snapped open and he slowly breathed out.

"Most impressive," The Dark Lord's voice was smooth and layered in something Harry couldn't quite decipher.

"I like to think so, yes," Harry agreed without blinking.

"You have hidden your magic and obviously hidden my real identity for this proposition; what of it?"

"I believe we could be mutually helpful." He began.

"Oh, is that so?"

"Yes, Evangeline Potter, my twin is supposed to be the one to destroy you,"

"She will not destroy me!" Harry smirked.

"Oh I know, after all it was me that was hit with the killing curse that night" He responded lightly. Harry noticed that the Dark Lord had stiffened quite a bit so he continued. "I believe your words were 'I am sorry young one, but what they heard was false I would never hurt one of my own kin.' If I remember correctly that is." Harry knew he was right, he had watched the memory many times and the slight widening of Quirrell's eyes, Riddle knew too.

"How?" It came out barely loud enough for Harry to hear.

"I have an eidetic memory and I became a master Occlumens at nine." Harry waved it off like it was unimportant, Voldemort decided he would come back to that.

"The light are pinning their hopes on the wrong person who has no remote talent. I will never join the light but I refuse to bow to anyone, it is not in my nature." Harry said and Voldemort smirked.

"Indeed, I had that same problem which is why I never followed Grindlewald." Harry made a note to put that in his research.

"Currently, being only 11, I have no plans for the wizarding world; no doubt that will change. There are already many things I do not like. I do have the political ability as well as the gold to accomplish whatever I wanted but that is boring and it will not hold without allies and backing." Harry said to him, deciding to draw on all the times he had seen Salazar negotiate with someone. The man had been teaching him to do it himself, and Harry had negotiated on his behalf once or twice. It was much more thrilling this time, however. "I want to be there when you tell the light that Evangeline isn't the Girl-Who-Lived; that is going to be more beautiful than the purest of magic - no offence, dear Lady."

"Why come to me if you could politically do whatever you require?" Voldemort asked him.

"Why did you create your army when you could have done the same? I couldn't find any information on your mother's family as I didn't know her name but with your father's name you could have pulled a lot of -"

"My father was a muggle." Harry blinked.

"Tom Riddle Sr, died just under 50 years ago by the killing curse, Morfin Gaunt confessed, that Torn Riddle?"

"Yes, how did you know that?"

"I did a little research and I can safely say your father was an Unblessed -Squib, from a long line actually, the name 'Riddle' is a direct decedent from Le Fey." Harry explained eyes narrowed in thought, Voldemort blinked a few times.

"I looked in to my father, he was not on any records anywhere. How were you able to find something like this?" he asked curiously, if this was true then there would be a lot of things changing.

"The Riddle line wasn't based in this country, the line of Le Fey was thought to have died out when really the last one Cassiopeia Le Fey fled and married an Australian wizard by the name of Septimus Riddle, then I don't know how but the line ended up in the States and the last Wizard of the Riddle line attended the Salem Institute of Magic in 1865, Argon Riddle. He had a Squib, who came to this country as a babe because of his status and grew up as a muggle unknowing of his grand ancestors, called Thomas Riddle in 1880, who then had your father in 1905 who then had you obviously." Harry explained running over his notes in his head to make sure he didn't miss anything.

"This was a little research?"

"Yes, I wanted to know what you were doing around Quirrell and for that I needed to know who you were, you have a trophy here and I started with that." Voldemort shook his head, he would be worried to see what a lot of research was.

"Although glad of the information it doesn't explain how you were able to look in to my line so vigorously." He pointed out to the boy, who grinned.

"There is a handy loophole that the goblins will go around if you have enough sway with them. You can't find out information about a person directly but if you wanted to know about a name they can fill you in, the reason I couldn't find out about your mothers line is because I didn't know her name, I did however know the last Le Fey's name and that's how I found it married in to the Riddle line."

"That is a very handy loophole."

"Yes, I thought so."

"If I would have knew this when I was fifteen it would have saved me a lot of effort. I could only find my mother's line which is from Slytherin."

Harry froze completely, even his mind came to a crashing halt. Slytherin, he was of the Slytherin line, Salazar's line. He was to be the Lord Slytherin, this was the one last living Heir, the last of the born bloodline.

Salazar refused to even give him a hint of who it would be, citing that it was for him to discover. Oh Harry would bet his Potions ability that the man sat imagining this meeting millions of times, finding the entire situation absolutely hilarious each and every time. His chosen Heir, born to one of the lightest current Houses also being the direct Heir of the Dark Lord, and not just any Dark Lord, the Dark Lord behind part of the reason the entire situation happened.

Harry burst out laughing trying to even rationalize the situation, mentally planning to curse Salazar's portrait for his no doubt hundreds of laughs at his expense. "Would you care to share your sudden amusement?"

"I'm sorry, but it's almost tragic how unprepared they are going to be." Harry said, and that was an understatement. This was almost unstintingly perfect. In answer to the unasked question, Harry held up his hand and allowed his heir Potter ring to switch to his Slytherin Heir ring and watched as Voldemort's eyes widened. He moved faster than Harry could have predicted, snatching his hand in a surprisingly gentle movement for its ferocity, his finger gently traced over the ring's design and the snakes suddenly came to life.

#Greetings, Lord to the Ancient Serpent House.#

#Greetings, Serpent House Guardians,#

#How may we serve our Lord on this day?# One snake asked.