In a forbidden ritual Voldemort raises Salazar Slytherin from the dead – but he raises someone else, too: Salazar’s second wife, the infamous and powerful Necromancer. Voldemort is defeated and the two new arrivals are hired as teachers at Hogwarts. Of course! Hire powerful and infamous Dark magicians to teach children! Isn’t that what everyone does? Well, it’s what Dumbledore does, anyway.

AN:

Necre’s been living in my head for a while now. She seemed to fit with Salazar because if anyone was going to have a Dark Empire it would be some 800-1000 years ago which is when Salazar was around. Can you imagine those two not getting on?And Harry’s eyes are such a bright green, like the Killing Curse... naturally he’s related.

And of course, setting them loose on Hogwarts seemed like such a fun idea.

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THE NECROMANCER

CHAPTER ONE

“After the death of his wife Slytherin soon left Hogwarts, leaving the guardianship of his infant son to the other Founders. Historians are divided as to what he did next as accounts of the time vary, their only similarity being that they are equally fantastic...”

- The Power of Four: A Compendium of the History and Myth Surrounding the Hogwarts Founders

“History gives us very little information about the Necromancer. We know the extent of her reign, and of which countries were within her control, but very little about her personality or powers. We know that she was a capable military leader, and that her army was composed of dead that she had raised; but from there fact descends into legend.”

The Necromancer

Harry was helpless as Voldemort began the spell to resurrect Slytherin, forced to watch as the Dark Lord began to chant. As the strange, unintelligible words began to echo hollowly on the empty moor, the air was suddenly swelling with darkness, clinging and constricting and blurring the vision of those who watched. Then the tension broke and the darkness faded from sight.

Not one, but two people were left standing in the pentacle.

“Whoo! What a ride!” sparkled the young woman. Her hair was long and blonde, her eyes even greener and brighter than Harry’s own, a true killing-curse green. The sight of them gave Harry a shock. Was she some relative of his? The girl’s eyes flashed around at the assembled, developing a frown as she took in the Death Eaters, the Inferi and Harry, bound and gagged. It in turn developed into a hawk-like look of grimness as she gazed at Voldemort.

“Only you would think so,” remarked the man next to her sourly. He too was looking around, appearing displeased by what he saw. Like hers, his clothing was clearly expensive, but where hers were black and of a military cut his were bottle-green and indisputably elegant. His hair was thick and sleekly black, eyes dark and set in a permanent frown.

At his words the girl grinned a little, although not with the same delight as before.

“Of course, Sal,” she agreed.

Voldemort interrupted before the banter could continue.

“Are you Salazar Slytherin?” he demanded. The man bowed.

“I was once known by that name, yes,” he acknowledged. His eyebrows rose in faintly supercilious inquiry. Voldemort was oblivious.

“I have brought greatness to the Slytherin name!” he declared. His Death Eaters cheered dutifully, sensing their cue. Salazar looked unimpressed. “As your heir, I have done my best to purge the world of mudbloods and raised an army that shares my dream!”

Both Salazar and the girl looked somewhat disgusted.

“You must be descended from Elfrida’s son,” observed the girl. “He had the same idiotic ideas.”

Voldemort glared, but didn’t crucio her as Harry expected.

“Who are you?” he demanded. “You shouldn’t be here!” He glared suspiciously at her.

She gave a shrug, accompanied by a small, knowing smile.

“Yes, well, I hitched a lift,” she explained. “As for how I did it, that would be because of the answer to your question: my name is Necre Mortis, and I am most usually known as the Necromancer.” And she smiled winningly.

Voldemort recoiled.

“You’re lying!” he hissed. She laughed and took a step forward. She stepped back, holding his wand threateningly.

“Is that so?” she asked simply. She smiled chillingly, and raised her fingers and brought them together with a snap.

The head of every Inferi on the moor snapped towards her.

Necre examined them with a sort of detached interest.

“Shoddy,” she murmured, “very shoddy. People who aren’t true necromancers shouldn’t really attempt such spells, you know. The only reason you managed to call Salazar up, you know, is because you used his blood,” she added, inclining her head towards Harry.

Harry gazed at her in confusion. She smiled at him and turned to the watching Inferi.

“Release the young man over here, if you please,” she commanded politely. Two of them immediately stepped forward to do so.

Voldemort watched in outrage.

“You can’t do that!” he exclaimed. Salazar sneered at him.

“Of course she can,” he told the Dark Lord. “She’s the Lady of Darkness, Ruler of all Death and Darkness. That includes the Undead.”

“And I bet you call yourself a Dark Lord, too,” said the girl. All pleasantness was gone, and the cold look in her eyes made Harry shiver even as he cringed disgustedly away from the rotting hands of the Inferi. A small, dangerous smile played around her mouth. “Well, we can’t have that. Especially not if you’re going to manhandle my descendants.”

“Descendants?” echoed Salazar, momentarily distracted from his errant heir.

“Of course!” Necre exclaimed impatiently, without looking away from Voldemort. “Look at him, he’s the image of you and he has the necromantic eyes. Now,” she returned to the issue at hand, “I think I had better take care of you.”

Dark, dangerous power swelled around her, making her hair wave slightly and her green eyes glow with unholy light. She raised a hand, features set in a terrible expression as a blinding beam of light stretched out from her palm to hit Voldemort in the chest.

He fell.

The Necromancer turned to smile coldly at the incredulous and frightened Death Eaters.

“Now,” she said politely, “who’s next?”