Disclaimer JK Rowling has not turned over the rights of Harry to me... as far as I know... I'll go and check!

This one is more light hearted than its prequel. It was written for the other site answering all the questions my reviewers wanted to hear.

For those who have requested that I email the story… I think I may change it slightly the only saved copy I have is a draft. But if you are impatient try looking at my author page on for the completed version under the author name of Kyleigh. How does that sound?

Please also remember I wrote this months before HBP was out!

'Some say time is like a river that flows swift and sure. I know this isn't so. Time is an ocean in a storm… you may ask me who am I to say this… I have seen the face of time…Sit down and I'll tell you a story unlike you've ever heard before…' (a cool quote from Prince of Persia... near enough...)

Slytherin's One True Heir

Prologue Chaos

The last Harry remembered was Slytherin closing his fist tightly on the gold Galleon. He smiled a farewell and approached Helga Hufflepuff trying to calm his nervousness. "I am ready…" Harry said, with a confidence he truly did not feel.

Helga cast her spell and Harry turned to catch one last glimpse of Salazar Slytherin, who was standing back up straight and looked ahead resolutely. Harry thought he lifted his hand in farewell. How ironic a man he had been determined to hate but had come to respect and admire despite his earlier prejudices. Even as he thought this, blinding colour prevented Harry from seeing anything about him clearly.

In the next moment Harry was aware of standing in the middle of a road. Slowly he turned and found himself back in his old neighbourhood. A cold feeling hit him into his stomach. He was standing outside Number 4 Privet Drive. The house itself was standing silent.

In that instant Harry heard the screaming of sirens. He turned slightly, to see a police car and an ambulance race into the ordinarily serene street.

The vehicles stopped just in front of Harry. Two cops jumped from the car and raced

towards 4 Privet Drive. How long had he been away?

As in a dream Harry followed the paramedics to the house. His feet seemed to be moving on their own accord up to the drive away of his home. He reached the front door only to find a sobbing Aunt Petunia talking with the police (it was more like a wail).

However it was Dudley how saw Harry's approach. Any other time Harry would have found it amusing. Dudley became pale as a ghost and pointed a wavering finger at Harry.

Aunt Petunia glanced up. "You!" she shrieked so the two policemen jumped and turned around.

"This your nephew, ma'am?" one asked.
Petunia clasped her hand to her chest. "Yes..yes.. officer…"
"I thought you said he disappeared…?" the other added.
"He…he…he…did…"
"And these men, where are they?"
"My husband is dead…! And you are asking where his murderers are. Why don't you ask him – that freak!" Aunt Petunia pointed an accusing finger at Harry, before running into the house sobbing madly.

'Apparently… little or no time has past…' Harry glanced down at Slytherin's gift, the lion's eyes seem to sparkle up at him.

"So my lad, care to explain…"
"I – I…" Harry glanced at the shuddering Dudley, praying against hope that his useless cousin would be of some assistance. (Ha! Nice try!) Dudley turned his face away.

"The lad is suffering from acute shock…" Harry whipped around to see who his rescuer was and was relieved to see Arthur Weasley, wearing what looked like a doctor's uniform. "We'll take him in the am-bul-ants to the hospital for – er -…" Mr. Weasley looked lost for words.
A young nurse with blonde hair, sidled up to Weasley, "Observation, doctor…" Harry immediately recognised Tonks voice.
Arthur Weasley laughed, "Yes…Observation…observation…"
The policemen frowned, seemingly unhappy about their 'suspect' being taken away. "He is absolutely not fit to speak with you," Tonks added quickly with a quick wink at Harry.
"Absolutely right," Arthur Weasley rejoined, "Absolutely not fit!"
"We'll let you know soon as he is ready," Tonks said quickly batting her eyelashes at the policemen.

For a moment the policemen did not look willing to let Harry go. After a few minutes of deliberation, they came to their conclusion.

"Very well miss… take him for observation…"

Harry allowed Arthur Weasley and Tonks to lead him down the street and behind the ambulance. Tonks pulled out a tea spoon. "Portkey."

As Harry and Arthur grasped the handle, Harry felt the familiar pull behind his naval. He closed his eyes tightly. How he hated travelling by portkey!

Harry opened his eyes and found himself standing in the kitchen of Number 12 Grimmauld Place. And the kitchen was full of witches and wizards, many of whom he knew from the Order of the Phoenix but many others were unknown to him.

"HARRY!" Harry had no time to worry about that before Mrs Weasley jumped from her position in the kitchen and enveloped Harry in a tight hug. "Are you okay dear…"
"Wef fine fank oo…", (which was 'yes fine thank you') Harry mumbled into Mrs Weasley's chest.
Mrs Weasley let go of Harry and the next thing Harry was hugged by Hermione Granger and Ginny. Ron was at his elbow looking mightily uncomfortable.

"Our young Mr. Potter is in excellent condition…" Dumbledore stated to the whole kitchen (Harry found himself blushing). "The Death Eaters were captured, Tonks?"
Tonks looked first at Harry then to Mr Weasley before answering, "There were no Death Eateres."

All eyes immediately slipped to Harry. "Then I wonder what happened?"

Harry sighed he knew it was inevitable someone would ask him for his tale. But he wished there was a way of telling them without sounding like a complete moron. Taking a seat (and a deep breath) Harry launched into his story, speaking so quickly that no one could stop him when he started.

He told them of his first meeting with Slytherin and Ravenclaw and Slytherin hospitality. But conveniently forgot to mention exactly what Slytherin had taught him. He knew Dumbledore and Lupin, knew that he was glossing over the details… he would fill them in later if the occasion called for it.

It was only when he mentioned the farewell and the gift Salazar had given to him; that anyone dared to interrupt. Harry had the distinct notion that everybody thought he was lying (yes even Ron and Hermione, but who could blame them?) But as soon as he mentioned the pendant the room was in an uproar.

"It's a lie…" someone called to Harry's left.
"Such a ridiculous tall story… the boy is known for them!"

In desperation Harry pulled out the pendant and put the lion's face up on the table so that everyone could see. The room was immediately silent.

"Harry, I wander if you and your young friends would mind giving the Order some time to talk about this privately…" Dumbledore said standing and leaning on the table, his blue eyes communicating that not another word should be spoken until Harry, Ron and Hermione had left the room.

Whatever it was they were discussing, Harry knew that it was not a good sign. But before he could even think, he had scooped up the pendant and stuffed it back into his jeans pockets, and both Ron and Hermione were practically dragging Harry out of the room.

"Oh this is bad," Hermione whispered over and over again…
"Very bad," Ron said for once agreeing to something Hermione had said.