Well, this is chapter one of the revamped version of Heir of Slytherin. It's taken me a lot longer than even I had anticipated, but I'm confident enough that I can keep this going that I'm posting this first chapter now to see what you all think of it. I've changed things obviously from the original. I've changed the name of Harry's sister to something that flows a little better, deaged her, and then added a whole new character! Why? Because I didn't feel right with Sirius not having a kid and I always imagined him having a daughter. I'm not really that far ahead of things, not like I wanted to be at all. I've gotten as far as chapter 3. But life just keeps getting in the way. Got a new job so for the next ten weeks while I train, writing time will be little to none. But once I get to me real schedule (4pm to midnight) I'll have more time to write. I'll try for a once a month posting schedule but I make no promises. I hope you guys enjoy this.
I do not own Harry Potter!
Albus Dumbledore had just had a very long night, possibly the longest in his entire life. He sighed as he moved past the gargoyle that guarded the entrance to his office and trudged up the staircase to the door. Frank and Alice Longbottom were dead, leaving Neville to live with his Grandmother Augusta. She was a fierce woman but Albus had no doubt that she would raise him well. Voldemort had indeed gone after the Potters, they had been betrayed. "Black, why?"
Albus walked through the door and sat down in his chair, not at all noticing the man that sat across from him until he looked up. He started. "Edward! You gave me a start."
The only son of Voldemort smiled sadly. "You were so deep in your thoughts."
"Yes well, a lot has happened. Sirius' betrayal, the Longbottoms' death, and Voldemort's destruction."
Edward shook his head. "Sorry Headmaster but you've got one bit wrong. Sirius switched roles with Peter to throw Voldemort off, not that it matters since Peter was the traitor the whole time."
Albus was gob smacked. "Why was I not informed?"
"We figured the less that knew the better. Remus didn't even know. We were obviously wrong in that and it's a bloody disaster."
Albus massaged his brow, a disaster indeed. "Where is Sirius now?"
"He's with James until things at the Ministry calm down."
Albus had a disapproving look on his face. "You should have told me, we may have been able to avoid this mess."
"Maybe, maybe not. But we'll never know for sure now. The best we can do at this point is to rebuild."
The old man sighed. "Indeed, and what a process we have in front of us."
"Plus, we both know that my father isn't really dead."
"No, I'm afraid not. He has been reduced to a wraith. How he achieved this, I cannot tell you."
"I assume that you have some idea as to where to start on finding the answer."
"Oh yes. In the meantime however, I am in need of a new Defense professor."
Edward groaned. "This again."
Albus smiled benignly. "Based upon the fact that Voldemort is not dead, we can assume that at some point he will attempt to return to power. When he does, I think it'll be prudent that the students are taught by someone who knows the ins and outs of defense, someone who will teach them what they need to know to face the upcoming war."
Edward grunted. "Fine, I'll do it. You don't have to bloody guilt trip me over it."
Albus beamed. "Very good Edward!"
With a sigh, Edward accepted his new teaching position.
10 Years Later…..
Harry Potter woke up in his large four poster bed with a grin on his face. Today was the day. He was finally going to Hogwarts! He leapt out of bed, throwing on a pair of slacks and a green button up shirt. He hurried down stairs to greet his parents and his sullen little sister, who still had one more year before she would be going to Hogwarts.
James Potter was reading the Daily Prophet, a frown present on his face. He looked up and grinned when Harry entered the room, ruffling Harry's hair as he sat down. "Ready for your first year son?"
"Yeah I am dad." Harry said with a grin on his face. "I can't wait!"
Lily Potter walked into the room with a small smile on her face. "My baby is growing up!" She gripped Harry in a hug and dropped a kiss on his head.
"Mum!" Harry protested as Emma giggled and Harry glared at her.
Edward Riddle sighed as he went over what his teaching material for the upcoming year. He sometimes regretted taking Albus up on the teaching job, but he saw the need for it. Albus figured that Voldemort had cursed the job back when Albus turned him down for it. So Edward was really the only option for it, not that he wasn't well qualified for it. He had a mastery in the subject and no one had a larger cache of knowledge about the dark arts than he did except perhaps Voldemort himself. It was a convenient decision for Albus to make. Edward was the only option and he was the most qualified for the position.
He frowned and kept going over his work. He really didn't love the paperwork portion of the job but he did enjoy imparting what he knew to the next generation. He was really looking forward to seeing how his God-Daughter performed. Sirius was an auror so he was confident that he had passed down some of what he knew. Harry would be much the same.
12 Grimmauld Place…..
"Daaaaad!" Cassiopeia Marlene Black complained as Sirius messed up her blonde hair. She glared at her grinning father. "I just got done with my hair! Now I have to do it all over again!"
She felt her hair fix itself and turned to see her grandmother, the graceful Walburga Black, pass by her. "Why do it the muggle way when you have magic?"
Cassiopeia scowled. "Dad forbade me from using magic to do it.
Walburga raised a brow at her son and he shrugged. "It builds character to do things the muggle way."
The older woman rolled her eyes. "It's rather redundant Sirius. The fidelius charm covers our home which lets her use magic without ministry interference. Why work harder when you can save time with magic?"
The father rolled his eyes. "Yes mother."
Walburga winked at her granddaughter with a sly smile on her face. "Cassiopeia dear, you'd best eat and grab your trunk if we're going to meet the Potters at the platform."
Cassiopeia had a huge grin on her face as she dug into her food.
On the platform, the boy who lived, Neville Longbottom, sighed as he said goodbye to his gran and climbed aboard the train. He pulled his trunk to towards the back of the train trying to keep his toad Trevor from escaping.
He sat down and waited for the train to leave. He rearranged his hair so that his bangs covered up his lightning bolt scar. He hated his fame. His gran had taught him from a young age to use his fame accordingly, but to never allow it to go to his head. He had resolved to make his parents proud and allowing himself to get arrogant wouldn't do that.
He had grown up around the Potters. Harry had been his friend for years along with Cassie. I wonder if we'll end up in the same house. Though both Harry and Cassie's parents were Gryfindors, they were very Slytherin. Neville wouldn't be surprised if that's where they ended up but he hoped they all ended up together. Suddenly the door slid open and a red headed boy walked in. "Mind if I sit here?"
"Not at all."
The boy sat down across from him and stuck out his hand. "I'm Ron Weasley."
Neville shook it. "Neville Longbottom."
The boy's eyes widened in shock. "Blimey. Can I see it?"
Neville sighed and pulled his hair back to flash his scar.
"Bloody hell mate. Sorry about that, I've always wanted to see it in person. I promise I won't ask again."
"It's no problem."
Suddenly the door opened and a bushy haired girl walked in, freezing at the sight. "May I?"
Neville gestured for her to enter. "Sure. I'm Neville Longbottom and this is Ron Weasley."
She stared at him for a moment, glancing at his forehead but thankfully, didn't say anything. "My name is Hermione Granger, and thanks."
Further up the train, Harry and Cassie sat in their own car when a blond boy cautiously entered the car. "Do you mind if I sit in here?"
"Sure Draco." Harry smiled at his friend.
Draco snorted. "Bloody hell Potter, Black. I haven't seen you two in a long while."
"Since the last bring your kid to work day." Cassie grinned and Harry laughed with Draco letting a small smirk grace his features.
Draco heaved his trunk onto the top rack before sitting down across from his two friends. "Ready for Hogwarts?"
"Of course we're ready. We've only been waiting for this since we were small children."
Draco shrugged. "So what house do you reckon you'll go in? Father says I'll end up in Slytherin no matter what."
Harry nodded. "Cassie's Godfather said that he had no choice in his placement either. But dad said that he got a choice. The hat normally gives you a say before it makes its final decision."
Cassie nodded her agreement. "So how has your home life been?"
The Malfoy heir shrugged. "Father and I still don't really get on all that well. I refuse to agree with his beliefs and that annoys him immensely."
"That I can imagine!" Cassie laughed.
Harry smiled supportively at his friend. "In the end, we have to be who we are, not who our parents are."
"Well said Harry, who'd have thought that there was a brain inside that big head of yours." Cassie teased her friend.
Harry scowled and mussed her hair causing the Black heiress to scowl and stick her tongue out at him. Draco laughed at the pair's antics. This only caused Cassie and Harry to turn their glares on him which only made Draco laugh even more.
Sirius Black and Edward Riddle sat at a corner table waiting for their butterbeers. "Can you believe they're school age already?"
Edward smiled at his sullen friend. "Don't worry Padfoot, they'll be fine."
Sirius waved him off. "Oh it's not that mate, but we're getting old you know."
Edward rolled his eyes. "Don't be ridiculous. This is part of life."
"But sometimes I wonder how I got so lucky, to be blessed with a daughter like Cassie."
"You're a good man Sirius, you deserve a bit of happiness just like everyone else. You're too bloody hard on yourself sometimes."
Sirius rolled his eyes. "What about you then? If I deserve happiness, then you deserve it for putting up with me."
Edward smiled, thanked Madam Rosmerta for the butterbeer and took a drink, letting the conversation shift. "So, any luck with Peter?"
Sirius rolled his eyes but his smile slid from his face. "Still nothing. You'd think it'd be easier to find him once we sent his description out."
"You'd have him by now if you'd do as I suggest and release information about his animagus transformation."
"Bloody hell mate, we've done that already."
Edward frowned. "I thought that you hadn't, I guess bing cooped up at Hogwarts for most of the year has me lacking on information."
Sirius nodded. "We've covered all of our bases mate, but do you know how many brown rats are in this country? Picking one out of millions and it being Peter is unlikely."
With a grunt of agreement, Edward took another drink of butterbeer. "Good point."
Sirius grinned. "So, are you ready for the dynamic duo this year?"
"Indeed, I'm looking forward to it."
"Are you going to be able to handle them?"
"I was able to handle the four of you when we were in school."
With a grin, Sirius took a drink of his butterbeer. Putting it down, Sirius took on a serious look. "If Cassie gives you too much trouble let me know."
Edward snorted. "Sirius, we got up to a lot of trouble back in our day. Harry and Cassie are both sensible children. They'll be smart about any prank they pull and they know to respect their teachers."
Sirius grinned. "Except for Snape."
"Him too Sirius, you know that he's grown up, just like the rest of us have."
"I know mate, I was just pulling your leg. I still don't particularly like him, but I can tolerate him for you and Lily."
"Thank you. He's a good man even if he doesn't always show it. He's good at keeping children in line, with the exception of the Weasley Twins. But then, nobody can really keep them in line."
"They're avid pranksters then?"
"Like you wouldn't believe. They even give Peeves a run for his money. Some of us think that Peeves even works with them."
"Harry and Cassie will give them a run."
"God forbid if they joined up. I don't even want to imagine the chaos."
Sirius laughed at that. "It'll be an interesting seven years."
"Yes indeed. I look forward to it though. It'll be a lot of fun."
The two friends got up and paid the bill. Right before Sirius apparated away Edward grabbed his shoulder. "I'll take care of them Sirius. Try not to worry too much."
Sirius smiled tiredly. "I'm a parent mate, worrying is what we do best."
Harry and his friends gaped at the castle as they rode in the boats with Hagrid. "It's huge!" Draco and Cassie nodded in awe. Hagrid chuckled at the three children as he warned everyone to watch their heads.
After they docked the boats and dismounted, Hagrid led them to the doors where Minerva was waiting. "Thank you Hagrid, I'll take it from here." Hagrid nodded and left them to the care of the Deputy Headmistress. "Welcome to Hogwarts, there are four houses, Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Slytherin. You will be sorted and for the next four years, that will be your family. You will earn house point by answering questions or doing what you're supposed to do. However, breaking the rules will result in loss of house points and detention. The house with the most points by the end of the year will with the House Cup."
The children all nodded in awe and anticipation. Minerva, satisfied that they understood, turned and left them to get the hat ready. She wondered what song it'd sing this year. But as she turned away, she winked at Harry, Cassie, and Neville.
Minerva set the stool up and called for the group of new first years to make their way in.
As the students all filed in, she noticed with distaste how some of them automatically looked for the Boy-Who-Lived. She hated how he had been heaped into the limelight. She would do her best to curb the mob but she wasn't sure what else she could do. With a sigh, she placed the hat on the stool and waited. Within moments, a tear opened up above the brim, and the hat began to sing.
Oh you may not think I'm pretty, but don't judge on what you see, I'll eat myself if you can find a smarter hat than me. You can keep your bowlers black, your top hats sleek and tall, for I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat and I can cap them all. There's nothing hidden in your head the Sorting Hat can't see, so try me on and I will tell you where you ought to be. You might belong in Gryffindor, where dwell the brave at heart, their daring, nerve, and chivalry set Gryffindors apart; You might belong in Hufflepuff, where they are just and loyal, those patient Hufflepuffs are true and unafraid of toil; Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw, if you've a ready mind, Where those of wit and learning, Will always find their kind; Or perhaps in Slytherin you'll make your real friends, those cunning folks use any means to achieve their ends. So put me on! Don't be afraid! And don't get in a flap! You're in safe hands (though I have none) for I'm a Thinking Cap!
You can keep your bowlers black, your top hats sleek and tall, for I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat and I can cap them all.
There's nothing hidden in your head the Sorting Hat can't see, so try me on and I will tell you where you ought to be.
You might belong in Gryffindor, where dwell the brave at heart, their daring, nerve, and chivalry set Gryffindors apart;
You might belong in Hufflepuff, where they are just and loyal, those patient Hufflepuffs are true and unafraid of toil;
Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw, if you've a ready mind, Where those of wit and learning, Will always find their kind;
Or perhaps in Slytherin you'll make your real friends, those cunning folks use any means to achieve their ends.
So put me on! Don't be afraid! And don't get in a flap! You're in safe hands (though I have none) for I'm a Thinking Cap!
She waited for the applause to die down before she took up the scroll of parchment. She vaguely heard Ronald Weasley whisper, in a tone of outrage, that Fred and George had said something about fighting a troll. She just sighed and began to call the names. "Hannah Abbott!" A small girl made her way shyly to the stool and sat down as the hat was placed upon her head.
"Hufflepuff!" And so began the sorting.
It wasn't long after it began that Cassie was called. With a shaky breath, she made her way to the stool. "Ahhh, another Black. Not quite like your father, but certainly not like most of your family. Hmm yes. Courage is there, you'd do well in Gryffindor. You don't really have the thirst for knowledge that would qualify you for Ravenclaw. Definitely not Hufflepuff eh? Don't underestimate loyalty but no, I don't think you'd quite fit there anyway. But you certainly have the ambition for Slytherin. You'd do quite well there. Yes, I think so. Well what do you think? This isn't exactly a one hat job you know."
"Um well, whichever one you think is best. I don't really care either way."
"Very well then, it had better be Slytherin!"
Cassie was a little relieved but her stomach knotted up as she made her way to the Slytherin table. She really hoped that Harry ended up in the same house as her. Several minutes later where the Granger girl was sorted into Gryffindor, Neville's name was called. He gulped at the eyes that were on him. He made his way up and sat down and. He actually shuddered when the hat was put on his head. "Mr. Longbottom, it's nice to meet you. Well now, what do we have here? Hmm, yes, yes. You'd do well in Slytherin, you have the thirst to prove yourself, but no, not for you I don't think. Not Ravenclaw. Perhaps Hufflepuff….but no. No, I think that your place is in Gryffindor!" A shocked Neville got up and made his way to his new house amidst cheers.
A few names later, Draco's name was called. The boy trudged his way up to the hat and let it be placed upon his head. "Hello there! I must say that this is most unexpected!
"You mean that you didn't think that there'd be another Malfoy?"
"Malfoy? Oh yes, indeed. Sorry about that, thought you were someone else. Now then, yes. There is only one house for you, Slytherin!" Draco sighed, a little confused at his interaction with the hat, got up and made his way to his new house. Cassie made a spot for him on her right. He smiled at her gratefully and sat down.
Later, after Pansy Parkinson was sorted into Slytherin, Harry's name was called. He took a breath to steady himself, and walked smoothly up to the stool, sat down, and waited as the hat was placed on his head. "Well now, another Potter! I remember your mother and father, outstanding Gryffindors. You however, seem to be a different story. You certainly have courage. And a lot of brains even though that thirst for knowledge isn't there. You have loyalty in spades but it's not that highest on your list of qualities. But you have a lot of ambition. Oh yes, you want to surpass your parents. You have big shoes to fill but I am confident that you'll fill them. Yes, you will do well in Slytherin!"
Harry breathed a sigh of relief as he made his way to his friends, sitting on Cassie's left. The sorting continued until Ron Weasley was sorted into Gryffindor. As he sat down and the applause died down, Albus Dumbledore stood and motioned for quiet. "Before we gorge ourselves I have only this to say, Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak! Thank you." With those odd words, the feast appeared in front of everyone and they dug in. Harry looked at Cassie, a bewildered expression on his face. "Every time he comes over I am always reassured that he is not only extremely brilliant, but also certifiably insane." This made the first years around him laugh as a grin appeared on Harry's face. He glanced at the head table to find Dumbledore peering at him with a small smile on his face.
After they had sufficiently stuffed their faces, Dumbledore stood up yet again. "Now that we are all full, I have a couple of announcements to make. For one, the Forbidden Forrest is, as the name suggests, forbidden. Please do not go out there unless you'd like to meet a horrible death. The list of banned items is now up to 593 and the list can be found in the office of our Caretaker, Mr. Filtch if any of you are interested in reading it. Now then, you have a long day ahead of you tomorrow so off you trot. Prefects, if you will show our new students to their dorms. Have a good night all!"
Harry, Cassie, and Draco dutifully followed the prefects down to the dungeons where the Slytherin dorms and common room were located behind a stone door. The prefect, Jake Flinton, motioned for them to stop. "Now, this is how you lot get into the common room. Remember, curfew is at ten so don't be late." Harry suppressed a grin at the thought of the invisibility cloak that lay in his trunk, ready for use. "Now, the password is posted on the board and a new one will be chosen every Sunday at midnight, so you'd better remember it. For now, it's "Moon Light Madness"." The door opened to reveal an opening which they all climbed through. After they all had gathered into the common room. Jake turned to them again. "Now here's the deal, Professor Riddle is our Head of House. Tomorrow morning at 7 am sharp, he'll call you to his classroom to welcome you all, so you'd better be down here by 6:30 so I can escort you lot there. Now he's fair, but if you piss him of, then on your own head be it. He doesn't like bullies and he doesn't appreciate stupidity. But if you ever need to talk to him, his door is always open, but don't waste his time. Anything small, we solve it in house. Alright then, first year dorms are at the bottom of these stairs, boys on the right and girls on the left. Don't let any of us catch you trying to sneak into someone else's dorm, understand?" A chorus of yes was heard. "Good, now go to bed and remember, 6:30 am sharp."
Harry said goodbye to Cassie and followed Draco to their dorm. As he entered, he was in a state of awe. Six large, four poster beds dominated the room with a bathroom off to the side. Each bed had a trunk in front of it and Harry was delighted to find Hedwig's cage with a note saying that a house elf had already gotten her to the owlery. He changed into his night clothes and climbed into bed. He was on the far end away from the bathroom but in front of the door and Draco was next to him. Harry and Draco said goodnight before closing their respective curtains and falling into a deep sleep.