The Return of Slytherin

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THE RETURN OF SLYTHERIN

-CHAPTER TWO-

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He turned around with an resigned sight and went over to the bed. "What do I have to do?" he asked slowly as he sank down on the bed again when it was painfully obvious Slytherin wouldn't let him out of this mess anytime soon. Salazar sat down on the other side of the bed and Harry turned around so they could face each other.
"Help me," Slytherin said simply. Harry nodded.

"I figured that much," he said. "What I want to know is what I have to help you with, and how to do it." Those two were the main questions, and it was extremely important he would have everything explained to him, before he gave his word to help Slytherin. Harry knew words could be broken, but you didn’t break your word with Slytherin, because there would be consequences. Of that he was sure.

Salazar shrugged almost carelessly. From what Harry had gathered so far the man seemed awfully careless and almost foolishly so from time to time. "I'm not entirely sure of all the details. I've got a rough sketch of things I need to work on and get done. The first step in my plan is to get me safely into Hogwart's, enrolled as a student without raising any suspicions. Oh, and you need to be resorted into Slytherin. It's where you rightfully belong." Harry shook his head slowly. He didn't like this idea. It was too obvious, neither did he see any reasons for him changing house. It was just a house after all, he had gotten along fine in Gryffindor. He told Slytherin that.

"You'll raise more suspicions than necessarily if you'll be seen together with me right after I've all of a sudden decided to join the house that's been my enemy since my very fist day in Hogwarts six years ago."

Slytherin gave him a tiny little smile.

"I never said we'd be together from the beginning. I mean, what's wrong with two students in a new house befriending each other? It would be very natural. There's nothing wrong with that."

Harry gave up, he could see the reason in that.

"Alright, but I warn you, they’ll guard me like hawks. At least they used to do that," he said with a frown on his face. He looked at Salazar and hurt could be seen in his green eyes, even if he tried to hide it. He had never been good at hiding his emotions. His eyes gave him away each time. "They've ignored me all summer," he said in a voice which was meant to be indifferent but came out as sad instead. Slytherin was by his side in a flash and sneaked an arm around his shoulder for comfort. Salazar leaned in on his side and spoke in a low voice, as if he were telling a secret.

"I know they hurt you, but they're not like us. They lie to each other and let people down. They've let you down more than once. Slytherins' ain't like that," Salazar said smoothly. Harry sighed and leaned into Salazar tiredly. He didn't care anymore about anything that happened. Perhaps he shouldn’t let Salazar into his life and trust the man this easily, but he was too tired to fight a game he didn’t even understand. At least he was sure Slytherin wasn't here to murder him, if Slytherin would have been, he would have been dead by now.

After a few moments of soaking in Salazars embrace he drew back and asked a question he really wanted an answer to, an honest answer this time.

"You said I'm a Slytherin. Explain why I am one. I thought I was the heir of Gryffindor or something?" He asked. Salazar snorted loudly at that thought. The dark haired man shook his head and drew up a leg underneath him as he too backed off and out of Harry’s personal space.

"You're the very opposite of a Gryffindor," Salazar told him and Harry was surprised over the bitterness in the voice. He knew there was something more to the story between Slytherin and Gryffindor than the History books told.

"What happened between the two of you?"

Salazar gave him a glare for asking the question, but answered non the less.

"It didn't have anything to do with Hogwarts, the fight between us. All the history books are wrong,” he said disdainfully. He began playing with a dark strand of his hair as he told his version of the beginning of the feud between the two founders. ”Gryffindor turned out to be a backstabber. I was a fool to trust him, in retrospect I can’t believe I actually did at one point, I even regarded him as my best friend. You see, I had a girlfriend back then. Her name was Caz. She was the most beautiful girl I've ever seen," he said dreamily. Then his expression turned icy and Harry watched and listened with fascination. "Gryffindor, I found out, was telling lies about me to her because he wanted her for himself. Yet I forgave him for that. I thought it was just some kind of mistake he had done in the heat of the moment. But one day Caz came to me and she was in hysterics. She told me that Gryffindor had raped her. For that I never forgave him," he said with hard eyes. Harry could understand him. He would probably have done something extremely evil and painful to Gryffindor if he were Salazar.

"You see, Gryffindor wasn't the saint the books have made him out to be. Everything he did, I mean those kind of things you just don't talk about, he did in silence. I, however, have never hid any deed of mine." Harry nodded in understanding. Gryffindor sounded like a fucking coward to him.

"What happened to Caz?" Harry asked curiously and hoped that Salazar wouldn't blow up on him for asking about it. It seemed to be a very touchy subject to him, even after all these years. He supposed one could never quite forget what had been done, since it was such a deep betrayal.

"Fortunately no child was created by Gryffindor and I married her. First we got a boy. We named him Mervolo. Second we got another boy named Tervolo. And then she died," said Salazar quietly. Harry was quiet for a moment, trying to come up with something to say. He didn’t, so he simply blurted out the first thing that came to mind and hoped it wouldn’t sound too bad.

"Oh, I'm sorry. From which of your son's do I descend from?" he asked.

"Mervolo," Salazar answered immediately, happy to get something else to think about.

"I thought that it would be Tom since his second name is Mervolo," he stated. Salazar laughed lightly. His eyes lit up a bit thinking about it.

"So it may seem," he said and it seemed to Harry that Salazar knew something he didn't. But he didn't dare ask.

"Aren’t there any more heirs of you other than me and Tom?"

"No," Salazar said and shook his head for extra reassurance. "My Slytherins have only ever given birth or given life to one heir in each generation. One single child for every family so to say. So it's a straight line from Mervolo down to you."

"So Voldemort's mother was a Slytherin then? I know for sure that his father was a muggle. But which one of my parents were one of us?" He asked and didn't even think about that he spoke about himself as a Slytherin. If Salazar noticed he didn't comment on it. Salazar drew up a bit and it seemed to Harry like he was preparing himself to explain something to him.

"Your mother," he said simply.

Harry shook his head in disbelief. "Nah, she came from a muggle family. I should know, I grew up with her sister!" he said and shuddered at the memories coming forth as he mentioned it

"Did she?" Slytherin asked and raised an eyebrow.

"Well... yes," he said uncertainly because of the way Salazar had asked.

Slytherin’s eyes became darker and he looked very upset. "Your history have been kept from you. I think I will have to hex that Dumbledore until he can barely breath anymore, or preferable into the seventh hell," Salazar growled. Harry grabbed Slytherins arm.

"What do you mean with that? What's been kept from me?" he almost shouted because he was so excited to find out more about his parents. Salazar gave him a look before he spoke.

"Your mother's mother, died during childbirth birth. Lily's father were already dead due to a potion accident, he were one of the Snape's." Harry pulled a face.

"As in Snape, Snape?" he asked.

"Yes, as in Severus's Snape's family. Severus's uncle was in fact your grandfather," Slytherin told him.

"Ewww!" Harry said and stuck out his tongue as if that helped to express what he was feeling. Salazar studied his tongue in dismay before he began to chuckle.

"You do know that every pureblooded family is somehow related to each other, don't you?" Slytherin asked him. Harry nodded. He did indeed know but he had never viewed himself as part of the pure bloods. Slytherin continued. "Anyway, Dumbledore placed Lily in a muggle family just like he did with you."

"The Evans," Harry nodded.

"Exactly. But Lily was, unlike you, never told the truth about her family before she died. She never knew she was adopted. Petunia wasn't even born at the time so she didn't knew either, she is still ignorant of the fact."

"Who else knows?" Harry asked angrily on both his and his mother's behalves. Everyone deserves to know where they come from. He regarded family as the most imporant thing in the world. Salazar looked at him with compassion as if he knew what he was feeling, perhaps, in a way he did. Slytherin too had lost his family while still young.

"Only Dumbledore," he said.

"I knew it! " Harry exclaimed. "I will fucking kill him… but I’ll be damned if I think more about it right now, it's only making me angry and then I can't think clearly..." he rambled. Then he took a deep breath and focused. "If Snape's uncle is my mother's father... wasn't Snape and my mother cousins?"

"Uh... I think you're right. Why?" Slytherin asked him suspiciously as if he was up to something.

He shook his head. "Nothing. I just want to know my relations to the git. I'm glad he is pretty far out on the tree, so to speak. Now, where does my father come from?" he asked curiously. Perhaps he had been lied to about his father as well? Everything was possible.

"He's a real, pure Potter. It's an old family but the family isn’t as special as us Slytherins." Perhaps Slytherin was entirely objective about the matter, but Harry couldunderstand that the Slytherins were more powerful than the Potters.

"Okay, so now when that's cleared out, let's move on to more important business," he said and Slytherin seemed amused by his choice of words but Harry ignored that. "Who will you enrol as?" he asked and trailed a finger down Salazar's arm.

"Brr! You're making chills run down my spine!" Salazar complained and Harry grinned. But he stopped his wandering finger.

"Hm, well, I think I'll call myself Sal Randle."

What?

"Uh, sure," Harry said in a dubious voice. The name didn’t make much sense to him at all, but then again he had found out by now that the names in the wizarding world was odd at it’s best. The silence between them stretched.

"Let's get things started!" Salazar suddenly said and jumped up and clapped his hands. Harry nodded gratefully.

"Sure. I think I need something to do before I get restless," he confessed.

"You’ll get something to do alright,” Slytherin told him, with some sadism over and undertones in his voice. ”I got plenty of work for you to do but first thing first; we need to train you. You need to learn the dark arts." Harry almost fainted at hearing that.

"Dark Arts? Are you insane? Everyone will think I'm the next Dark Lord!" he yelled. He had never been particularly interested in the Dark Arts since he had seen what damage they could do, and he also knew that the dark magic affected the wizard who cast them as well. Voldemort was the perfect example of dark magic gone bad.

Slyhterin rolled his eyes and began to pace back and forth in generous steps. "Oh please! Who'd notice? You're not supposed to show off!"

Harry looked at him affronted at the accusation. He had never been one to show off!

"I didn't intend to! But my secrets always seem slip out somehow!" he snapped.

"Control your temper,” Slytherin told him shortly, making it seem like an order, and perhaps it was. ”I'm sure you'll like the Dark Arts once you relax, you've been told so much lies about the art you don’t even know what they stand for," Salazar said calmly. Harry gave up at that, he had to admit he had been lied to about pretty much everything so far, so he supposed it was quite possible that he had been lied to about this as well.


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Harry didn't have much of a say in the training matter. Salazar instructed him and he had to follow and obey. At first he had been very tense and not so little unwilling to learn but as time passed by he learned that the Dark Arts wasn't evil in itself. It only became evil if you used it as such. He learned to do the unforgivables but Salazar told him strictly to use it only in a pressed situation. After all, there were other ways to kill a person. He had learned about the alternative ways as well, seen as the unforgivables were easy to track back to the caster. He had thought that most wizards killed each other by Avada Kedavra, had he had never spent much time thinking of other options to go around it. However, he learned how to slip potions unnoticed down in drinks, how to make objects move so one would trip down the stairs and possible break the neck, the things he learned went on and on and each new way was more sneaky than the other.

The Dark Arts were very magically draining for beginners so Harry was very thankful that he had spent very much time to make his bed comfortable, he had to spend many nights in there while his body was trying to regain it’s strengths. His body was often sore and ached all over, since he had been training material arts as well.

As things turned out it was impossible to throw out the other man from his new living quarters. Salazar was convinced that he had to sleep in the same crypt as him. Harry found out that it was impossible to go up against Slytherin and get rid of him if his mind was set on something so he reluctantly let him stay. Since they had to transfigure another bed inside the crypt there wasn't much space left, but they managed.

Harry was most excited about learning the lesser known Shadow Arts. If he learned it, he would be able to move with shadows, and it would be soundless and not like apparation. He had almost had a heart attack when Salazar snuck up on him the first time with the help of shadow arts.

He also wondered if Snape had learnt the Shadow Arts; seen as the man always snuck up on people with no sound and the man always kept himself in the shadows. Or it was as simple as Snape being a vampire. Either way, he was determined to find out once he got back to Hogwarts. Harry was also very surprised about how little time it took for him to learn the new Arts. In school he couldn't even concentrate enough to read a book. He had vented his thoughts over this phenomena to Salazar and the man explained that it lay in the family. The Slytherins had never been much for books (that's when he told Salazar about his mother and the man said "Oh well, she's part Snape you know") and they were much better on practical work. While Slytherins were very clever, their passion for books was almost non existent. Yet it had never been hard for Slytherins to be talented in Dark Arts, Shadow Arts, Elemental Arts or Defence of any kind because those were mostly practical things, and that’s what Slytherins were good at.


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Only one week had passed since the first day the two of them had met, but for Harry it seemed like a life time ago. He had begun to relax in Salazar's company, but the man hadn’t changed one bit. He was still mad as a hatter, and went his own ways. The man seemed to take family very seriously, which Harry liked and agreed with. Family issues had always been close to his heart, since he had never really had any family on his own. Despite it being a few centuries between the two of them, they still had a lot in common and Salazar felt more like family to him than the Weasley’s would ever do.

The training was mostly good, give or take a few things. The thing he despised most about Salazar's training in general was that he had to run every morning! He had never been much of a runner; he did well on short distances, not mile long runs which never seemed to end. Salazar's mocking voice was usually heard ahead of him during those runs, and that damnable annoying voice always teased him for being slow which in turn inspired him to improve and increase his speed. He had always been able to push himself further when he was angry or annoyed. At first he had only been pissed off by Slyhterins efforts, until he realised what Salazar tried to accomplish. Salazar wanted to make him angry so he would run faster and do his best. Very slytherin of him indeed.

Yet he was steadily getting better at it since his condition improved, he could even say he was in a good shape now.


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"I so wish I could tell Snape that I'm your heir. I'd love to see his face! He's the one that always goes on and on about how very Gryffindor I am you know," he said over a plate of tomatoes back at his crypt.

"You know you can't do that," said Salazar while fingering on a greasy spot on his bright yellow T-shirt. The T-Shirt was horrible to watch, but Salazar insisted to keep it on. Harry found that he had really grown some kind of hate against the color yellow during the past week.

"I know," Harry said slightly depressed over missing out on such an opportunity.

"Oh sheer up you bloody lemon! At least you can see his face when you get sorted into my house!" Salazar burst out. Harry smiled and didn't bother about Salazar's chose of words. Salazar would probably be the one and only who'd ever get away with calling him names and such. It was a part of Salazar’s personality and charm, and it would never go away.

Harry nodded. "That's right! Not quite the same but it will do." Salazar agreed and began to fork in some tomatoes as well.

"You know, I kinda miss my castle with all the fancy dinners with meat and wine," Salazar said off handily. Harry rolled his eyes. Salazar always called Hogwarts ’his castle.’ It seemed to him that everything Slytherin had ever touched was thereby his. In some ways Slytherin was sounding an awful lot like a Malfoy. He possessed that same drawling, spoilt voice, and even the arrogance was the same.

Harry threw down his fork and gave Slytherina dirty look. "So? What do you want me to do about it?" he drawled, annoyed by the man. Salazar looked up with surprise and green eyes met green.

"What? What's with the attitude?" he asked and gave him a once over.

"Nothing. I'm sorry. I't's just that I'm really tired," he explained and it was true. He tended to get a bit grouchy when he was tired.

"You’re tired now? It's only lunchtime and we need to get to the muggle shopping centre..." he trailed off. "Or London," he added thoughfully. "I need to get some new clothes and frankly so do you; the Hogwart's stuff can wait. We've got several weeks left to shop for that," he stated.

Harry also knew that Salazar wanted to keep away from the wizarding world as much as possible until he had managed the things they had been training. He agreed with that, he could see the reasons behind staying away until he was ready. "Sure but I don't have any money," Harry confessed.

"That's not a problem." Salazar said in that careless way off his, and it made Harry suspicious.

"Are we going to steal?" Harry asked in dismay. He wouldn’t put it past him. Salazar didn't seem to bothered about "little details" as he liked to call it. The man wasn't big on ceremony either. He was a blunt and straight to the point kind-of-guy. Salazar pulled a face.

"God no! How simple!” he said and made it sound like a death sin. ”I've got a credit card." Harry stared openly and tried to prevent his mouth from falling open, since that would be disgusting, with tomato and all in it.

"What?!" he gasped. "How did you get that? If I'm not mistaking you've been with me all the time and before you were kinda dead?" he said. If he ever figured out how Salazar managed to get by in life, he would like to get the Nobel price.

"I went out one night," Salazar said in an avoiding voice and Harry knew not to ask. He probably wouldn’t want to know anyway.

"Okay,” he said slowly. He could accept that Slytherin had the required money, but there was still other issues left to be discussed. ”Don’t you think it's quite risky to get out in the open?" he asked timidly.

"That's a risk we'll have to take. It's easy to transfigure stones to vegetables and eat them but I know by experience that rocks doesn't make meat taste very good," Salazar said and glared at their transfigured tomatoes. It had been Harry’s biggest concern that the transfigured vegetables would get back to their original state; stones, once they had been swallowed. He had learned that transfigured stuff rarely lasted like that, they always went back to their original shape after a various amount of time. The stronger wizard the longer the spell held. That’s why some wizards were poor and lived as such. When he has first entered the wizarding world he had assumed wizards could do whatever they wanted with their magic, and live like kings if one wished. Now he knew that wasn’t the case. When Salazar had transfigured the stones to food he had first refused to eat, since he had the transfiguration rule in mind, but when Salazar had eaten some and nothing had happened he had tentatively eaten as well. He trusted Salazar not to do anything which would harm them. Salazar may be positively careless from time to time, but he never put them in potentially dangerous situations. He supposed Salazar was an extremely skilled wizard in transfiguration, and strong as well or else the whole food issue wouldn’t have worked.

"Okay, whatever you say your Slytheriness."

They sank into a silence again and Harry began to think about what Slytherin had told him about what he had to do. He shuddered. He really didn't want to go through this but he had no choice. At least he got the training. That was the good part, but the other...

"What are you thinking about?" Salazar's voice startled him.

"Just what I have to do,"´he said morosely.

"That's it? And here I thought you were thinking about the end of the world judging from the look on your face." Salazar's eyes were smirking at him damn it!

"It is!” Salazar raised his eyebrows in scary resemblance to Snape. ”Well to me, it is," he whined.

"Don't be such a cry-baby! It could have been much worse!" Salazar said and rolled his eyes.

"It could," he admitted slowly.

"Let's not talk about it if it makes you feel better."

Harry nodded with conviction. "Yeah, let's not. I meant to ask you earlier but I forgot so I will ask it now instead. What if the order catch me?"

Salazar began to clear off the table with magic.

"Then we'll have to make sure they don't see you in the first place," said Salazar warningly.

"It's not that easy!" Harry argued heatedly. He still had some temper issues. Salazar answered with equal heat.

"It fucking well is! If you see any of them you run away. How hard could it be? If you absolutely need to, you'll have to apparate. Don't ever let them close to your person," he said. "Besides, you're quite a good runner by now. I can't possible picture anyone of the order being able to catch up with you and even less keep running for a long time."

"There's a possibility that Snape or Lupin can. Snape because he's a spy and Lupin because he's got a werewolves strength," Harry said thoughtfully.

"Even so you'll have to do your best even if it's unlikely that you'll ever meet them," Salazar said and effectively killed the conversation.


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After their salad Salazar and Harry apparated to the central London. Harry was thankful for his T-shirt and shorts. It was a very hot summer day and it was even worse in the city. Above all he would have liked to take a cold shower, or go swim in a lake but Salazar wouldn't let him take the day off. He said he didn't want to be mean but Harry didn't quite believe him. Salazar had a mean streak in him which would probably never go away.
"Now that we're here I thought we could buy a car," Salazar said enthusiastically as he looked around him in the street. He seemed unaffected by the heat which made Harry almost faint. Harry's mouth dropped and he stared at Salazar stupidly after hearing about the car.

"Close your mouth. It's not entirely becoming," Salazar said nonchalantly.

"How much money do you have?" he breathed.

"Enough," Salazar replied shortly and called on a cab. Harry drew his fingers through his long hair nervously and climbed inside the black taxi after Salazar. He wondered if Slyhterin actually did have all the money required for a car, or if it was just Salazar who thought a car was cheep. If he did, against all odds, have the money, then Harry couldn’t even begin to imagine where Salazar had gotten it from.

"Why do we need a car? In London it's actually easier to get around by the underground trains or by taxi," Harry told him. Slytherin nodded to him.

"Yes, I am aware of that but I thought we might need one later on, if we ever need to leave Surrey in a hurrey." Harry nodded. Yes, since they didn't stay in London much he figured they might be in a need of a car later on, if they wanted to pass on as muggles.

"Do you think anyone will recognise me?" he whispered so the driver wouldn't hear him. The AC was on, and Harry thought it was a bliss. Salazar studied him critically.

"I don't think you've realised how much you've changed over the summer. Your hair makes a huge different in your appearance. It's much longer now. I bet you can put it up in a ponytail if you try, and there is that matter of glasses."

"I don't have any!" Harry said confused by that statement.

"Exactly," Salazar nodded. "And you're taller, not as scrawny, nice built, strong body, no puppy fat... your face is matured... but if you look real close you're still you."

"If you don't mind me saying it sir, you look like a model," the driver cut in since Slytherin hadn't bothered keeping his voice down. Harry looked up surprised. He hadn’t expected to ever hear that, he thought he would always be the ugly kid other kids picked on that lived down the street.

"Do I?" He hadn't looked himself in a mirror for a very long time so he wouldn't know. He had never liked mirrors much, he thought they made people unsatisfied with themselves. He'd rather live without mirrors and let people accept their faults instead of trying to change themsleves. Besides, he didn't expect a change in his looks. He could feel his hair was longer, but did that little detail really change him much?

"Yes sir, and so do you," the driver said and looked at Salazar in the rear mirror. "Say, are you brothers?" By now Harry understood that he had really grown up. If he looked like Salazar, whom he had secretly admired and thought of as an adult fantasy model of himself he must have changed a lot!

"Or perhaps twins? I said brothers because you look a year older or so..." the driver continued to babble to Salazar. Take a couple of hounded years older, Harry thought.

"How old do you think I am?" Salazar asked curiously. He hadn't seen himself in a mirror either and he really wanted to know what the general opinion about him was. Of course, so far he had only asked one person, the driver, but that could change.

"About 25, your company maybe 23, possible 25. Am I right?" Harry was shaken. As were Salazar in secret.

"No. I'm younger but yes, we're brothers," Salazar replied coldly and the driver didn't say anything else. He seemed to sence that Slytherin wasn't the talkative type of guy. Harry could see that Salazar was troubled over something but he decided to wait to ask. He didn't want to get in the way of Salazar's spitfire.


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He did ask an hour later when they were seated in a mostly empty café, drinking ice cold drinks... Salazar’s answer both surprised and worried him.
"I just realised that I'm too old to enrol as a student. I need to brew an age altering potion."

"What about me?" he asked. Did he need to take a potion too?

Slytherin seemed to think about it for a while before he responded. "You're you," he decided. "They know who you are no matter how much older you look, and they will accept it. With me however, they'd question my age and why I think I'll be able to attend to Hogwarts. Besides, you don't really look like 23, only 18. The driver got it wrong." Salazar sounded so sure of himself, that Harry found himself agreeing.

"All right. I get it." But he didn't think it was something to worry so much about. A potion was a simple feat for Salazar. He remembered a lesson last week they had had in potions.

He hadn't been allowed to brew anything, which had pissed him off. Instead he had to do something as boring as learning how the herbs reacted together and what they were good for. He had complained of course. His exact words had been 'This isn't potion! It's fucking Herbology!' Salazar had replied 'You've got to learn how to crawl if you'd like to walk'.

It hadn't made sense back then; it had only made him angrier if anything but he understood now.

You need to learn the basics before you can do the rest. It won't do any good to rush headfirst into things like a Gryffindor. But he was impatient damn it! The funny thing about Salazar through, was that he too was an impatient person but not when he teached or worked with things. That was odd.

"We'll buy our clothes first and then we go buy ourselves a car. After that we can get our meat. Understand that this is a quick shopping tour," Salazar told him warningly as they finished up at the café and walked over to a clothes store quickly.

"Yeah sure. I understand," he said. Then he remembered what he had forgot to ask about the car earlier on. "You know, about the car... Why do we truly need one?" a few girls he walked past looked at him funny but he didn't care. He didn't trust the "just in case" senario Slyhterin had called upon earlier. He knew there must me some other, hidden reason for getting a car and he wanted to know what it was about!

"There are always reasons for having a car nearby," Salazar said mysteriously and opened the door to the clothes store. Harry was seething about that Slyhterin once again had avoided the question but there wasn't much he could do about it, was there?

Harry entered with Salazar close behind him. He supposed Salazar saw some hidden reason for buying a car. He just had to figure it out on his own. Salazar walked right down to the section with dark clothes such as dark blue, green, brown, grey and black.

Harry was grateful, he didn't want to be a new Dumbledore, or worse, having to deal with another one!

He had to admit that he wanted to cause Dumbledore pain that have never been discovered before. He also wanted to kill Dumbledore. The old man had ruined so many lives with his stupid meddling. It had to stop.

But sooner or later even Dumbledore had to kick the bucket even if he, Harry, himself couldn't make him do so. He didn't want to spend the rest of his life in Azkaban, it wasn’t worth it.

He hadn't spoken aloud about his thought but he knew that Slytherin knew somehow about his feelings regarding the old headmaster. It seemed to run in the family. All Slytherins disliked Dumbledore in one way or another.

"Here, try these on," Salazar told him and loaded up a whole wardrobe in his arms. Harry sighed resignedly and went to the changing room. He had a lot of frustrating clothes to try on, and the sooner he was done with it the better.


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On their way to buying the car Harry had to carry all the bags they had bought in the clothes store. He didn't complain even if his arms hurt. He had bought loads of summer clothes but also autumn clothes to wear underneath his robes at Hogwarts. They were alternative clothes, and some bordering to Gothic, but they had bought so called "normal" clothes as well.


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The car seller had a classic sickeningly false smile plastered on his face. Harry made a face behind the man's back and Salazar had to look away so he wouldn't laugh. Harry had thought those kind of people only existed in the movies. Apparently he had been mistaking.

"My name is Jake O'man, it's a pleasure to meet you!" the man said and shook their hands. Once Jake turned his back to them both Slytherin and Harry wiped their hands on their jeans. The man had a terrible hand sweat.

"Indeed," Salazar said to Jake and they continued moving towards the cars. He had adopted his superior rich and snobby attitude and look again. Harry was amazed by the way Salazar made Jake almost lick his shoes. While he didn't necessarily like that attitude on Salazar, he had to admit it served its purpose.

"Show me your finest cars," Salazar said in a demanding voice and Harry licked lips nervously. Salazar couldn't possible know how expensive cars were nowdays. There hadn't even been any cars during the time he lived! He tried to send signals to Salazar but he was deliberatly ignored. Well, he can always say he doesn't want the car if it comes to that, he thought.

Of course Jake took them to all the sport cars such as corvette, Ferrari, Ford and BMW.

Salazar inspected the cars as if he actually knew what he was doing. He had Harry impressed and he certainly had Jake fooled. When Salazar asked if he could take a little tour with one of the cars Harry had to bite his lip to not ask what the hell he was playing at. But Jake had no objections since he thought he had a great deal on it’s way to be settled. Salazar jumped into the driver's seat and Harry had to sit down next do him reluctantly. He didn't like this, to put it mildly.

Salazar had a cheerful look upon his face when he started the car and drove away. Harry was ashen faced and he sat tensely with his hands tightly holding on to the edge of his seat. Salazar accelerated in speed and Harry began to scream. Salazar glanced at him.

"Calm down! What's your problem? Did something crawl up your ass?" It was a typical thing Salazar said when he was offended about something. Salazar took his eyes off the rode to glare at him and Harry opened his eyes wide when he saw what was in front of them.

"Watch that car!" Harry screamed in panic and pointed at the car in front of them which suddenly braked violently. Salazar stomped on the brakes and Harry flew forward forcefully, only the seatbelt kept him from flying out the car. They barely managed to stop before they hit the other car in front of them.

"Oh great, A traffic jam!" said Salazar sarcastically. He didn't seem a bit faced that they had almost crashed.

"Thank heavens," Harry murmured and relaxed now when they weren’t rolling anymore.

"What is your problem?" Salazar asked him sourly while drumming his hands on the wheel.

Harry gave him an outraged look. "My problem is that you've got no driver licence! How the fuck you can drive this thing is beyond me!" he snapped angrily.

"My Lord! That's it?" Salazar asked him. "I learned how to drive in my vision, so save your breath until you truly needs it!" Harry glared at Salazar's yellow T-shirt.

"You could have told me so!" he snarled.

"I never knew you were such a chicken, if I did, I would have told you!" Salazar said angrily but amusement shone through those green eyes of his.

"Well fine! Harry said in absence for other words. ”But you can't afford this car. Didn't you see the price?"

Slytherin nodded."Of course I did. I want this car, money isn't a problem." Harry lay his head down in his hands and groaned.

"I won't ask how you can afford it," he said finally and looked up and out over the enormous traffic jam which seemed to never end. Apparently there had been some kind of accident.

"Good."

They had no one behind them yet. Suddenly Salazar's eyes widened when he looked into the rear mirror. In the next second they both flew towards the windscreen with a terrible force and their car slammed into the car in front of them, which created a chain reaction. Only their seatbelts stopped them yet again from flying through the windscreen but it didn't stop them from hitting their heads terrible hard.

Pain, that was all he felt. His head felt like it was split in two pieces. What happened? Where was he? He looked to the side and saw Salazar slumped forward. Why?

So much pain.

He could faintly hear screams and people before he blacked out.


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AN: I looked it up in a book, the name Mervolo, because I've noticed that many spell the name Marvolo with an a, apparently Marvolo is the correct spelling, so please ignore the e.