*Please note throughout the Prologue and Part One (year one) there are some chapters that may or may not be from the original Author and Book; Twins: A Different Life By Jessiikaa15, on Fanfiction.net.*

The days bleed into weeks which was a blend of fun and heart felt laughs. Evangeline kept to her self, James didn't let up on her punishment but allowed some of her friends over once in a great while. Which was today James had agreed to let her have her friends over on 'good behavior'. As well as keeping Dumbledore placated to a point.

"I hate him; he is ruining my summer."

"I know Eve, it is just not right you are the one that killed the Dark Lord. You are the most important person." Ron said and Rose grinned.

"You're the best," She said and Ron laughed.

"It is just unfair." Hermione said shaking her head agreeing with the others.

"I know he just needs to-" Evangeline looked up at the door of her room and their stood Harry.

"What are you doing here Snake?" Ron hissed at Harry who just raised his eyebrow.

"I wouldn't start anything here at my home with my father present." He told Ron then turned to his twin. "I just came up here to see, on behalf of Dad, if you would like joining us to the Malfoy's residence."

She gave a credulous look "I would never want to be seen with those Death Eaters. I don't know what dad sees in them they are horrible people."

Harry gave her a look that he wanted to curse her to Hogwarts and back. "Fine then he says no dinner for you. Weasely, Granger it is time for you to go."

The Golden Trio said their goodbye, promising to come back when they can. Harry had them came down to meet up with James at the fire place and went over to the Malfoy's before they leave for their trip, as Theo was already off on his trip. "Malfoy Manor." Harry was sucked through the fireplace, spinning almost wildly and he was forcefully reminded why he absolutely despised the floo system. Gracefully stepped out of the fireplace once he had come to a halt; only having time to vanish the ash from his robes and the floor before he was captured in a bone-crushing hug from a blond. "I thought you were never going to get here!" Draco exclaimed and Harry grinned.

"Calm yourself, Draco," A cool voice commanded gently, "Let your friend move to the side as the others come through." Draco's cheeks pinked slightly and he moved back, letting Harry move to the side and wait for his father, Godfather and uncle just as the grate flared green.

James followed Harry and Sirius came through with a slight stumbled, which he immediately covered well and moved aside as Remus followed without so much as a wobble. The four newcomers turned to their hosts, and Harry noted the startling similarities between Draco and his father. Draco was truly a mini-Lucius, the only difference was he had more of his mother's softness in his face and his hair was a single shade darker.

Lucius Malfoy just had an air about him that screamed 'you will pay me attention', his features were sharp and well defined, and he was quite tall too. His long blond hair fell just past his collar bones showing his years as Lord and Head of his House. Narcissa Malfoy had features Harry had seen in his Godfather's face, and she was truly a beauty. She appeared the epitome of grace and elegance even if she offered them a warm smile.

"Welcome to Malfoy Manor. We are delighted you could accept our invitation." Lucius greeted formally.

"We were honoured to receive one." James returned in the same tone.

"Now the formalities have been accomplished; it is so very good to see you again, James, Sirius." Narcissa said warmly, "I was very pleased when you said you could come."

"It's great to see you to, Lissa," Sirius returned, gaining a smile at her old nickname, "I'm glad I took your son's advice and got back in contact."

"Yes, he's a good boy." Narcissa said pleased. "Let us go to the dinning room; the dinner is about ready."

They were seated enjoying the time as they ate and James apologized about Evangeline not wanting to join in, and once all dinner was eat James asked a question he wanted to see and same with both Sirius and Remus.

"How are magical children regarded within the 'dark' section?"

"A fully magical child is treated with the utmost care. They are a treasure and to harm one is considered to be the most heinous of crimes. Even the Dark Lord never harmed a child, if they were to be killed it would be instant death and even they were rare." Narcissa answered, looking confused at the question.

"It is why the Weasleys are so stigmatized." Lucius added, "They have performed a near impossible feat, producing seven fully magical children, two of which have incredible careers currently and ahead of them. The next one is set to go straight to a good position in the ministry. Despite this, they throw away our culture and completely disregard our traditions in favor of the loathsome muggle ones."

"That's the reason?" Remus said in amazement, "We were always told it was because they accepted Muggleborns and were poor purebloods, being unable to stand in 'proper' society."

Narcissa released a delicate scoff.

"What utter ridiculousness. Their financial situation has absolutely nothing to do with their station. They are still an Ancient House, if they would bother recognizing it, but they don't. Their seat has remained dormant since Septimus Weasley passed many years ago, they don't even acknowledge it enough to pass it to Dumbledore. The term Blood Traitor does come from those who renounce their wizarding lines, after all."

"More lies," Sirius sighed.

"Why the question about magical children, James?" Lucius asked, and Sirius glared at the wall briefly before controlling himself.

"It is Harry's story but instead of him dying that night he was sent away to ultimately be saved."

"How could they do such a thing?" Narcissa whispered.

"Well they had to concentrate on little Evangeline and keep Harry away from the press." Sirius told them seriously, getting hit from James.

"Excuse me?" Lucius exclaimed, "You mean to tell me he was just sent away while we all thought he was dead. Who would do something to a family especially a son. "

"That's exactly what happened." Remus stated, his voice holding a slight growl.

"Please tell me that it wasn't Dumbledore." Lucius now asked getting Harry's attention.

"Well how about the fact that I was the one he hit with the killing curse on Samhain 10 years ago? Or the fact that I'm probably the only person who could actually give him a challenge as well as hold my own against him? Honestly, take your pick."

"Wait. What?"

"He hit you with the killing curse?"

"Evangeline Potter isn't the Girl-Who-Lived?"

"Dumbledore got it wrong?"

"Dumbledore got it so wrong." Sirius said with a broad smirk on his face.

Harry Looked at his dad and they both shared a knowing look and then his father nodded. "Well it wasn't the Dark Lords doing."

That got everyone's attention, "it was Dumbledore, he killed my mother to get my relative the Dark Lord to come to the house, creating a prophecy while looking for the true one that also belongs to me. Though Dumbledore didn't like how much power I had just as a baby so he bound my magic and dropped my off at some magic hatting muggles. MY mothers adopted family, for five years I was a slave to these people till I about died then I was rescued by Merlin. On my 11th birthday I became Heir to the great five."

"This changes everything."

Harry rectified, "After everything that went down, then I made a binding agreement with Marvolo. Add to the fact that I would rather throw myself from the Astronomy Tower than work under Dumbledore then it truly changes everything." James had a small smile but knew the coming years was going to be trying.

"Wait how did you-"

"Grow up with the powerful five? The Imbetween, it's an amazing place learned almost everything..."

"This is... phenomenal," Lucius said in shock before he blinked and looked at James. "You will need to be extra careful with him; your house is the leading light and if Dumbledore loses you he won't have much. So he will try separating you, James. Sirius included." The said men all nodded their heads.

"I believe if you were to give me a blood test then it would show I am the blood and magical heir of: Merlin, Godric Gryffindor, Helga Hufflepuff, Rowena Ravenclaw and Salazar Slytherin. Which also makes me Marvolo's Heir." Harry told him casually.

"That's not possible," Narcissa said.

"Neither is growing up in the Imbetween, but that's what I did." Harry said which gained another stunned silence.

"What?"

"Again when I was five Merlin came in and saved me I grew up with them till I was 11."

"And you saw it fit not to tell me and Theo that you survived the killing curse? What else did you decide not to tell me?"

"I couldn't tell you that because...Because I was scared," Harry told him.

"You could have told me how you grew up, you could have trusted me enough with that." He yelled and Harry cringed.

"I do trust you."

"Obviously not very much," The blond snapped, "I thought I was your friend."

"You are my friend, my best friend," Harry returned quickly.

"You have a funny way of showing it," Draco went to storm away, but Harry grabbed him.

"Please, Dray, I didn't want to upset you."

"I never want to speak to you again," He wrenched his arm away and ran off, Harry spewed out some cursed in multiple languages and ran after him.

"Draco wait. Please," Harry called, running up the stairs two at a time.

"Go away, Harry!"

"Please Draco, listen to me; I do trust you, more than anyone. But there were a lot of things going on, you can't just tell someone you grew up with the Founders in conversation."

"I don't want to hear any more of your crap." Draco slammed his doors hard and Harry felt the Heir wards flare up, he fell back against the wall and slid down to the floor with his head in his hands. A storm of emotions swirled under Harry's skin a storm growing outside.

"Please Draco, I'm sorry ok, please don't shut me out." Harry felt nothing and groaned, he dragged himself back down stairs and in to the lounge.

"He's not talking to me, and the wards are up." Harry muttered despondently.

"Just give him some time," Narcissa said softly.

"What if he doesn't speak to me again?" Harry cried, "I can't do this, I'm going home." He left the room and floo'd home going straight for his bedroom. While the adults exchanged wary looks.

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A couple of days turned into two weeks it was becoming severely alarming for James, days seemed to become useless to Harry because he worked solidly throughout, he ate when he was told to. Harry was looking like utter hell, but the boy did not notice and he was completely consumed by his work, nothing got through to him whatsoever and when one of the Marauders had tentatively mentioned the Malfoys Harry had left for his room and wasn't seen until the next day looking twice as bad as he did before.

Harry had tried another letter to Draco which came back unopened, he made him feel sick knowing that Draco hated so much that he wouldn't even open a letter and he shut everything out; he didn't want to know. On the day the Malfoys were due back Harry became so tense that it was painful to look at, he was sat completely stiff at the table during lunch when Draco said he would come over and when the time came and passed for the blond's arrival and he didn't show that seemed to be the final straw for Harry.

"I'm going to my lab," he snapped and vanished before anyone could say anything to him. He ran down to the safety of his makeshift potions lab and lightly warded the door. Harry decided that he was sick of trying to things with a mere theory, so he was going to make the wolfsbane and go from there. He set up all his ingredients and began possibly the most complex potion he had ever made. He was working meticulously, but Harry didn't realize he was exhausted and his hands were shaking violently where his body had over taxed itself to the maximum capacity.

He went to pick up the silver flakes only he grabbed the ground unicorn horn and poured it in. It instantly reacted giving him no time to protect himself from the explosion that ripped through the entire manor. Harry was thrown off his feet and slammed in to the wall where he fell unconscious on impact crumpling to the floor. Upstairs, the whole house heard the explosion and the marauders bolted down to the potions labs in worry. They reached the door and were alarmed to see acrid green fumes coming from the room. "Harry," James called in panic, when he received no answer he banged hard on the door.

"Harry pup, are you ok," Sirius shouted they were greeted by silence and all of them exchanged looks. The Potter Lord removed the wards and carefully opened the door, the sight that greeted them made they heart stop. Harry was covered in a green slime on the floor and he wasn't moving, James went to rush in but Remus stopped him.

"What are you doing?" He demanded.

"Vanish everything first, James." Remus said gently, he was also fighting his instincts to run over and grab the boy. Sirius and James waved their wands with a flourish and vanished everything that wasn't supposed to be there. Then darted in, James knelt down by his son and released a few choice curses when he saw the blood slowly pooling around him.

"Shit, he's breathing blood," Sirius choked and Remus sucked in a sharp breath.

"Get Narcissa quickly; I know she's just got back but this is an emergency. I'll take him to his room," Remus took charge as it seemed like James was about to have a panic attack. The Animagus nodded and darted out of the room. Remus then carefully turned to James "I know your panicking James," at saying his name James looked up to Remus with wild eyes, "but I need your help. We have to get him to his room." With that James nodded and togehter lifted Harry up and hurried him upstarts being careful not to jostle any injuries he had.

Over at Malloy Manor, the Malfoys were settling back in to their home when their wards alerted to someone coming through the floo. Narcissa was about to rise to see them when a pale James fell around the corner, "Sirius!"

"Quickly, its Harry, he's had an accident," Sirius begged as soon as he could, Narcissa gasped and Draco shot to his feet.

"What do you mean he's had an accident?" The Malfoy scion demanded.

"I don't know; there was an explosion and blood and then he was breathing blood." They all seemed to lose colour and Draco ran out of the room. Narcissa snapped for her healing kit and followed her son back to the floo room. Draco had already arrived at the cottage and ran to Harry's room. Being stopped by Evangeline. "Get out of my way!" He snarled.

"Oh it looks like he is dying, makes my life easier."

"Stuff a sock in it, Evangaline. You may not like your brother but he is more important than you ever will be. Now get out of my way!" Draco shouted in the coldest voice possible as he pushed her out of his way.

Draco froze in the doorway; Harry was extremely pale and the Quidditch accident all over again. There was blood seeping into the white sheets and blood trailing from his parted lips. The boy also had very dark circles around his eyes and had seemed to have lost weight. Remus was with James who pulling at his hair and looked about to pass out when Narcissa rushed in and immediately got to work.

"What in Merlin's name happened to him, he's lost weight and is severely exhausted on top of everything." She snapped at the three men.

"He shut himself off ever since the dinner. He stopped sleeping, stopped eating and stopped talking, we tried everything." Sirius told her pacing the floor since James was comatose again not looking away from Harry, Draco felt like he had been punched. He had deliberately ignored Harry's owls because he was angry at his friend. Though it seemed like Harry had taken it worse than he thought especially since Theo was unreachable currently.

"He had two ribs piercing his left lung. I need to reset them before I can heal anything or he is likely to drown." Narcissa told the only one who could help at the moment. "Sirius I need you to cast the spell to vanish the blood from his lung while I do this." Sirius took his wand out and made a complex wand movement muttering under his breath. As Narcissa ran her wand over the left side of Harry's rib cage. His chest expanded as the ribs were set back in to place. Draco retched at the sound and sight, but he refused to leave the room as his mother continued her work. She healed a massive gash on the back of his head and fixed a broken arm. She put a salve on the burns he had acquired before stepping back with a breath of relief.

"He's out of the cauldron for now, but he won't wake at least until tomorrow because of his exhaustion. I'm hoping that when he returns to the land of the living then his miracle abilities will fix his malnourished and weight loss. If not he will have to go on nutrient potions." Narcissa said to them and Sirius and James nodded relieved.

"Thank you," James whispered.

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The first thing Harry became aware of was that his head hurt. He couldn't remember what happened. He was obviously in his bed. But for the life of him he couldn't work out how he got here. With a killer headache to boot. He didn't get ill because of his phoenix, and with that thought he felt it awaken and his head eased into nothing and he sighed in relief.

Now he just had to work out how he got in to this position in the first place and then he would be all set. He remembered waiting to see if there was a chance that Draco would turn up. However, when he didn't, it had felt like someone had kicked him. So he ran off to his lab to brew away his problems. After that the rest was blank for him. He released a groan and heard someone move next to him. Someone was in his room which was odd because his dad usually left him to it in his own 'domain' as he called it. Harry blinked a few times squinting a bit at the light before his vision was taken over by a familiar blond head.

"Harry!" Harry blinked a few times, "You complete idiot, why did you go and get yourself blasted in to a wall for?" Draco snapped and Harry blinked again, so he had had a potions accident. That in itself was weird because he had never been unable to raise a shield before, Harry frowned but another question was more important.

"What are you doing here?" He asked his friend who he was pretty sure hated him, his throat was pretty dry so he snapped his fingers and Kip popped in with a drink.

Draco shifted slightly before sighing. "Well you had an accident," He said, "I can go if-,"

"NO!" Harry cut him of hastily, "Don't go, I just thought you hated me."

"I don't hate you idiot. I was just mad at you for not telling me." Draco looked down.

"I know, I know I should have told you, and I'm sorry." Harry said imploringly, Draco nodded.

"Just-just don't keep something like that from me again. You also have to tell Theo the truth," Draco warned him. Harry beamed and bodily threw himself at him in a crushing hug.

"Draco needs to breathe Harry," James commented from the doorway looking at the pair amused, Harry stepped back sheepishly as Draco grinned at him.

"Breakfast's ready, if you're interested, Moony cooked." Sirius told them standing next to James and Harry lit up.

"Food, yes please, it feels as if I haven't eaten in weeks."

"That's because you haven't eaten in two weeks," James chided and Harry shifted under the three glares.

"So food is a good option?" He said lightly.

"Come on, prat. I leave you for two weeks, and you can't even function, honestly." Draco dragged him off and Harry clicked his fingers so his robes wrapped around him as they ran down the hall to the dinning room. 

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July was closing in to an ending Harry had celebrated a most spectacular birthday with friends (with a surprise visit from Theo) and family for the first time. Before Harry knew it, July 31st came up and it was the time of celebrating both his birthday and Evangeline's much to his displeasure.

 
Though James did plan it to where the morning was for Evangeline, since she was still grounded. She had only her friend group and a few adults which compiled mostly of Order Members. The afternoon was just for Harry having predominantly second year Slytherins with a few other students in the other houses also. It was a good-time most of the parents stayed and conversed with James while he and his friends went out back enjoying the sunny day.

He received many gifts quite a few more gifts then Evangeline to his delight. Which led to a temper tantrum worthy of a three year old and many demands that their father was never going to keep.

Once they said goodbye to their guests James led Harry over to the part of the cottage he himself never went into after Lily passed away. It was a section in the house just for Lily, she brought instruments into the room, art studio and a potions lab. Lily called it the Whatever room, well because it could be anything. "Okay, eyes closed. I have been getting everything ready for this. Are you ready?" James asked looking at his son who had a blind fold on.

"Dad, please what is it?"

"Fine, here we go." He pushed the French doors open "you can take them off." Harry did so and was greeted by a room brightly colored in green and blues. A piano sits in the corner to the left and a wall of windows with a view of the country in front of him. Just sitting to the right was an easel with all the paint and drawing material. On the opposite side was a small potion section with runes separating the place and keeping it contained.

"This was your mothers room. I would always find her here doing whatever she wanted. Sometimes I would just sit and listen to her play or watch her paint. She was very talented and I am positive she would want to share this room with you, Harry. I never truly been in here since, but it is now yours. She called it the Whatever room." Harry laughed at the name but was shocked beyond he could think, and he started to walk around.

He came to the painting area and found some completed most were birds or flowers and of the scenery. Then a small painting a litter over the size of a palm, it was of a mother and her son. Her bright red hair and powerful emerald green eyes sitting in a garden with a small one year old, a large smile and the same powerful emerald green eyes. The mother held onto a book that was propped up in her hand. But she wasn't looking at the book, a smile that would light up a room was down upon the child. It was bright and beautiful.

Harry couldn't help as tears ran down his face, once he realized it was of his mother and him, "your mother always said you were going to be important, always said you were what the world needed. I-she painted that the summer before the night. I found her in the middle of the night down here panting. I asked her why it couldn't wait, and she said that: 'I won't be here for him to see a smile on his face.' I could never understand it." James said mostly to the room "It was her favorite piece."

"It's beautiful," Harry whispered feeling his father come up behind him and he engulfed his father in a hug. Tears falling on his father shirt.

Once Harry calmed down his father let him go and Harry continued looking through the paintings, till a black canvas popped up in his eyes' sight. Picking it up it was of the night sky stars dazzling then in the center was a black and gold Phoenix. Its wing span open wide for all to see. In the distance Harry could make out Hogwarts and then another castle not far but Harry didn't recognized it. Around the edge of the painting in elegant gold writing. The Golden Phoenix will take flight once again, Battling against the night and day. Beware the day clashes against the night, the night against the day. When comes the time, the one who taught by the greatest five will take what is rightfully theirs and the song of the Phoenix will be heard. It was Roweena's prophecy of Harry, how did mother got it he didn't understand but she knew he was the phoenix.

"That one your mother worked on I never understood it. The writing, I couldn't read it but she said it would mean something to you. It was then the year you and Evangeline were born. Your mother had a gift to paint the future, just a small part of it, and some rarely happened but some did."

"The Golden Phoenix will take flight once again, Battling against the night and day. Beware the day clashes against the night, the night against the day. When comes the time, the one who taught by the greatest five will take what is rightfully theirs, and the song of the Phoenix will be heard." Harry read. "Its of me Roweena first said it before she went into the Imbetween, I am the golden Phoenix."

Harry then out of everything hugged his dad once again it was the best gift he could ever ask for "Thank you this means a lot to me."

"I am glad you liked it she only ever took you in here. So use it to what you need it to be the Whatever Room; now your Whatever." James said to his 12-year-old "Happy Birthday my son."

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When Harry got to the table; he had been in the Whatever room sorting everything out. As well as hanging some of his mothers painting and other things for the past two week. Now it was the start of August. This time Moony was present with Sirius; since the summer Sirius told James and Harry about Remus turning into a book warm. So Harry flashed him a grin.

"Yes uncle Moony, this is what people look like." Harry said slowly and Sirius and James roared with laughter, the werewolf shot him a dirty look and stabbed at his streak.

"No need to get violent with the steak; just because you can't read it." Harry defended the poor piece of beef Sirius, and James was trying, and failing, to muffle their laughter.

"Ha ha dungeon dweller," Moony returned and Harry pretended to blush.

"Awh you're too kind," He said bashfully and they all laughed.

"How did you get on in there?" James asked him.

"Just finished, and I have the lists of everything that needs to be replaced/ bought/ or renewed ready." Harry answered.

"Okay we can go latter today, I can take you." Sirius offered and Harry accepted.

Over the course of the rest of the month Harry completed his summer homework and revised his potions. He couldn't practice them because he didn't have all the ingredients even with his own supplies, which he had organized them. He had politely informed James that if anyone wanted to go in to the potions lab section then they would have to consult him first because he had deemed it his own. He had memorized his shield potion to the point where he could recite it backwards, and he was getting that way with his others also. He made a note that he had yet to actually test the obliviate potion, but he wasn't too fussed on that at the current time as he would need someone who was willing and if anything went wrong it could be potentially lethal so, when he was free, he was going to write to Severus and ask his opinion on an idea he had to test it without damage to the participant. It would be so much easier if they still did prisoner testing.

Harry had also received confirmation that he had been accepted in to the August Mastery examination. He was also instructed to bring his letter of recommendation with them, so it could be read in person by the examiners as proof. Harry had gotten very excited that morning and bounced around the manor as he wasn't allowed out due to a prank he performed which resulted into getting grounded. The date of the exam was August 25th and it gave him plenty of time to prepare. He was going to use his shield, his vanishing one and two medical ones he created when he was younger. It was a soother for the throat and a cream to get rid of scars. He had tested the disillusion on his clothes he wore, and they had vanished, but when he dripped it on the rug by accident it had simply left a small mark.

He had dripped it on a whole number of things and discovered it was magic activated. He Made a note that the potion had to be in contact with a magical being to work and added what a benefit it actually was.

Harry had caught up on his Arithmancy and Runes practice, which he discovered he was still fine with. It wouldn't do to become sloppy in his workings. He meditated a lot to keep his mind in perfect condition.
Then one morning he went to breakfast where Moony looked as if he was sleep eating. It was coming closer to the full moon, and the man was growing more lethargic. The Marauders were planning on going out that night.

He looked up as the mail flew in and one bird caught all of their attention. It was a massive, pure black, deadly looking eagle with scary red eyes. Harry instantly loved it. It swooped down towards Harry who automatically held out his arms for the great bird; taking the letter and fed the bird.

"Who in Merlin's name does he belong to?" Sirius exclaimed looking at the bird in alarm, Harry rolled his eyes.

"Who do you think would own such a scary, deadly, menacing bird with crimson eyes?" Harry said, the bird shuffled his wings and took flight.

"He does have a point, Padfoot," James added.

"Him then."

Harry nodded and looked at the letter. It was addressed to him in perfect, elegant script that Harry had no doubt was from the man's own hand.

Harry, I have settled in to my new accommodations and our meeting can now take place. I am residing at my, or rather our, ancestral home, Slytherin Castle. The building was in perfect condition as was the contents, so I invite you to lunch before we converse this coming Saturday. The floo address is Slytherin Castle spoken in the correct language and lunch is served at 12:30.
Marvolo

Harry blinked and then rolled his eyes. If that wasn't a subtle order for Harry to be at the castle by 12:30 on Saturday, today, then he didn't know what was.

"So what did he say?" James asked.

"I am meeting with him at 12:30." Harry said. When the time came Harry made his way to the sitting room to let his father know. "I thought I would come and say goodbye; it's time for me to leave." Harry said and James nodded.

"Please be careful." He said again and Harry's expression softened when he saw the worry in his dad's eyes.

"Dad, I promise you I will be fine. Marvolo will not hurt me, trust me." Harry reassured him for the millionth time and James sighed.

"I know you keep saying, but he is terrifying and powerful."

"I know that, but so am I and I am the Slytherin Heir remember. He won't be able to harm me in the Slytherin castle. Even if he were to somehow disown me; something I doubt he would be able to do as I was selected by Salazar himself." Harry pointed out.

"Ok. I am planning on taking Evangeline to Diagon Alley for the day she has been wining about not going out side." Harry nodded knowing the full extent of his twin, he hugged his dad and made his way to the floo room. He checked himself over in mirror again. Harry was dressed impeccably as he waited for the clock to strike 12:30, he was in dark green robes with all his crests, the six of them, on display and he took a deep breath. Spero was wound around his arm and as soon as his tempus switched to 12:30 he stepped in to the fire.

#Slytherin Castle# he hissed and was pulled away, of all the magical transports, floo was the worst. Harry stepped gracefully out of the grate and swept the ash from his robes; he looked around and smiled, this was so Salazar. He had to control the rush of feelings that filled him at being in Salazar's own castle, he was shaken out of his musings as an elf popped in dressed in a green and silver toga with the Slytherin crest printed on it.

"Greetings Heir, I is Fang and I shall be taking you to Master."

Harry's eyebrows shot up at the name of the elf, he followed him, Harry at least thought it was a him. Through the many twisting halls which were all decorated grandly until they reached a vast dining room. The elf bowed at the door and popped away, Harry walked in and saw the Dark Lord sat at the head of the table, he looked up with a smirk.

"Ah Harry, you decided to attend lunch."

Harry returned the smirk. "What can I say, your offer was simply too nice to pass up."

"What do you think?" Marvolo indicated the castle and Harry nodded.

"It's so very Salazar." Harry mused and gained a raised eyebrow, the shit eating grin that came to the younger Slytherin's face was not promising for Marvolo.

"This is to be a very enjoyable day for me." Harry told him.

"Indeed."

Harry and Marvolo talked for a while and then Marvolo took him to a sitting room where one of the paintings of Sal was. Harry's face lit up at the thought of finally seeing Salazar again. Even if it was a portrait. He gave Marvolo a sly grin that sent warning bells off in the elders mind.

"Perfect." He murmured itching to rub his hands together like an evil mastermind, Marvolo led the way and Harry was mentally cackling. What better was to tell someone you grew up with the Founders than have the Founder tell them himself. The room was decorated in the traditional green and silver with accents of black and charcoal. Marvolo took the black leather chair, but Harry shot him a smirk and went straight to the portrait.

"Hey Sal," He greeted the Founder brightly, Salazar blinked slowly and looked at him before jumping back in shock.

"Snakelet is that you?" He exclaimed, and Harry nodded with a smile.

"Yeah, finally got to the castle," Harry indicated. "Nice by the way."

"It's been too long little snake, must be over 1,000 years since I last saw you in the Imbetween." Salazar shook his head and Harry rolled his eyes.

"How was everyone after I left?" Harry asked curiously.

"Ah Helga was sad for weeks as was Ro," Salazar told him sadly, "Ric, well you know him, threw himself in to his work."

"Sounds about right," Harry rolled his eyes.

"Merlin kept us informed of course. you have done us so proud. Little Snake."

"Thanks, that means a lot from you." Harry said with a soft smile.

"Proud though I may be of your general actions. I wish to hear things from you." Salazar waved him off, "Tell me properly. Did you keep up with your potions? You had better. I didn't not pour all of my efforts in for you to throw it all away."

Harry laughed.

"Of course I continued my potions, I'm set to be the youngest person ever to get my mastery with Honors, and I created two more potions with counters." Harry told him proudly.

"Congratulations, Snakelet, not that I expected anything else." Harry chanced a glance at the Dark Lord who was looking between them incredulously and finally found his voice.

"Would you care to explain?"

"Of course Marvolo," Harry said cheerfully. "After Samhain Dumbledore took me to my magic hating aunt." Both Salazar and Marvolo hissed much to Harry's amusement.

"Yes, I do remember you informing of this." Marvolo said Harry smirked at the same time as Salazar.

"Yeah, unfortunately, for Dumbledore, my bounded magic exploded because I was about beaten to death." Harry told him, "I grew up with the Founders in the Imbetween, with Sal, Helga, Row and Ric."

"Do not forget Merlin from time to time." Salazar added and Harry nodded.

"Oh yes, and Merlin, he was the one who picked me up." Marvolo digested that information and blinked a few times; it was lucky he was still sitting Harry noted because the man looked rather faint.

"How long do you think?" Harry asked Sal.

"I give it five minutes before he demands a full explanation." The Slytherin Founder bet and Harry nodded.

"I think three," It took Marvolo just over three minutes before he looked at Harry again.

"Explain, now,"

Harry smirked at the Founder, who grumbled, and sat down opposite the man leaning back with an air of a relaxation.

"Well as you know, Dumbledore, being the bright spark he is, thought it would be a brilliant idea for me to grow up with my muggle aunt. As Evangaline was the Girl-Who-Lived for her power. Said I was to much already to control." Marvolo, Harry and Salazar all rolled their eyes at the same time.

"How that man got labelled great I will never know." The Founder muttered.

"I believe I am still searching for the answer," Marvolo responded in the same tone.

Marvolo was amazed, Harry Potter had lived with the Founders, he had spoken and seen them personally; the knowledge he must hold. Harry watched as Marvolo went silent processing it and became wary when a familiar glint entered the crimson eyes.

"I don't like that look," Harry stated and Marvolo's expression switched to an innocent one, something Harry didn't buy for a second.

"What look?"

"Nu uh, you cannot give me that. I would recognise that look anywhere, it's the same one Salazar got when ever he would discover his new challenge." Harry said and Marvolo smirked.

"Be reasonable, Harry, you've personally met all of the Founders, it would raise a few questions about the past."

"A few questions yes, that look however does not bode well for me."

"I do not know what you mean." Marvolo said and Harry groaned.

"Wonderful," Harry sighed, and then he blinked, turning to look back at Salazar with a highly put out look, "Which reminds me, Salazar. I did notice how you failed to inform me that your last living blood descendent just happened to be the current Dark Lord. One who the entire stupid prophecy revolved around."

Salazar didn't even bother to try and keep himself reserved; he burst out laughing and slapped his knee at Harry's expression.

"Ah Snakelet, you can only imagine the hilarity that information brought me." He sighed, wiping his eyes.

"Oh I imagined alright." He grumbled, turning back to Marvolo with a huff.

"So what did you do in the Imbetween?"

"I spent 10 years with the Founders learning everything they could possibly teach me. I studied and learned everything to become the best I could possibly be. On my last birthday they made me their Heirs, all of them, including Merlin; which is why I am the Slytherin Heir." Harry told him and let his ring change to each different crest, "It's why I am still the heir. Despite the other lines dying out; the very line creators chose me themselves."

Marvolo's brows rose. "When you join the Wizengamot, we will have absolute control." Harry smirked.

For some time they were talking about Marvolo's plans to help the Dark Creatures and other who need the help, while trying to bring back the old standing traditions which Harry added to his list to do. In their conversation one of the new bills they wanted to pass was to do with Werewolves and that was when Harry got a bright Idea for a new potion, which then led Harry to telling Marvolo about his spells and potions he created. After some time Sal instructed Harry to give him a working list for the potion, which Harry was shocked at him asking it. And finally were the rest of the day Harry stayed was the library.

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Harry ventured in to the library and slowly looked around, Marvolo went over to the seating area and picked up the book he had placed down earlier. Harry started where Marvolo sat and began browsing the shelves. He looked to the shelves he could actually see and then looked for a ladder. When he realized there was none he rolled his eyes.

"It's like you want me to show off, Sal," Harry muttered and Salazar chuckled.

"It is in your right as I said previously," He returned. Harry shooked his head and stepped as if he was walking up stairs so he could see the next shelf of books; except there was nothing there. Harry continued browsing normally stepping up when he had finished the shelf. He spotted a few books that interested him so he pulled them down and had them hover next to him.

"Hey, Marvolo, where's the potions section?" Harry asked as he looked at the final shelf. Marvolo looked over to him to answer and froze lips parting a little in shock. Harry couldn't help but laugh at the blatant astonishment on the man's face as he looked from Harry to the floor and back up to Harry again.

"How in Circe's name are you doing that?" He demanded snapping back to his clear mask at Harry's continuation to laugh. Harry got himself under control even if the grin didn't leave his face.

"Magic," He answered, and it was worth the withering look he got sent.

"Surprising that," Marvolo bit out sarcastically.

"I heard that you could fly without a broom," Harry pointed out.

"Yes, but what has that got to do with anything?"

"The same rules apply, instead of flying, I am simply walking." Harry told him, forgoing the fact that he was an air elemental and he was merely displacing the air to hold his weight. He casually walked back down the invisible steps he had walked up and hopped back to the solid ground.

"You take pleasure in this don't you?" Marvolo grumbled and Harry nodded smugly.

"Yup," he popped the 'p'. "Retaliation. Now where is the Potions section?"

"I'm going to regret this," Marvolo muttered under his breath. "it's the first section on the left."

"Thanks," Harry vanished off and Marvolo swore he didn't see the boy for almost half an hour. Harry, on the other hand, was amazed there was something of everything. He meticulously had gone through every book title three times before he selected the books he wanted. Then made his way back to sit down. Marvolo shot him a highly amused glance when Harry curled himself up with 12 books spread around him; the boy couldn't seem to choose which one to begin with.

"Do you plan on eating at dinner?" Marvolo asked him and Harry frowned for a second.

"I'll just have to eat here and then go home." He decided and the Dark Lord's eyebrows rose he definitely didn't know what he was doing.

*******

As time kicked off Harry spent it doing many different things but mostly studying and working through getting everything ready for his mastery. With the help from Severus, he was informed on exactly what to expect and the perfect responses to say and how to present each of his creations.

However his father and godfather both made sure to get out of the Whatever room and/or Marvolo's lab. He got to spend a lot of time getting to know them further along with Remus, when he puts down his books. Plans with Marvolo have proved positive; Harry was capable of actually giving him advices and/or solutions that they would then talk it over.

Theo, Draco and Harry all meet through out the 1st of August getting their school supplies and even getting their charms mastery planed out for the year.

As it happened Harry was making his way down to the kitchen for breakfast one mid-August morning. "Good morning Harry." His father greeted him getting a moan as a reply. "Stayed up late again."

Harry rolled his eyes as he sipped on pumpkin juice, "I reread one of my textbooks last night."

"Mmm well I want you to know I am very proud of you."

"Thank you dad," he shyly said with a blush on his cheeks.

"I just wish Evangeline would pick up a book once in a while," James commented into his morning paper.

It was a moment later when Evangeline came into the dinning room, waltzing to her seat and proceeded to list out things she wanted or needed to do. Which got her another flat out no from James. Again. It was a routine one where she hasn't learned yet.

"I'm going to visit Tom today, will be back by one." Harry said as he stood up getting an okay from his father knowing it was to Slytherin's castle.

Harry soon stepped out of the flu into the grand old castle thinking over his summer so far with his family. Nothing could make him happy...well maybe his mastery to come faster. Though he enjoyed being with his dad and honorary uncles immensely. 

*Well 8,000 words....I hope this makes up for the wait, it is the most I have written so far for a chapter. Ever. I am sorry for the month wait, school and something I loath with a passion by the name of finals took over. Though I am glad I passed all six classes this semester. Any way this chapter is all of summer so the next instalment will be Harry doing his potion masters test, which will be sometime after when a new chapter is out on When Blood Comes Calling.  

Also something to mention, for those of you who read these messages, after this chapter year two and any previous years will be my own writing. The parts in Part One I don't take full credit for, as mentioned the previous memos in the beginning of every fifth chapter. 

As always thanks for the reads, hope you enjoyed!*