What if Lily was not muggleborn
by Teddylonglong

All recognizable characters belong to J. K. Rowling, and I am not making any profit by writing this story.
I am not a native speaker of English. Please excuse my mistakes.

During dinner at Hogwarts later the same day, the Sorting Hat appeared right in front of Harry – much to the students' and teachers' surprise.

"Harry Potter-Slytherin-Gryffindor, Voldemort is standing on the grounds shouting for you," Sopho informed him, causing Harry to nod in determination.

A flick of the headmaster's wand caused the doors to the entrance halls as well as the front doors to become invisible from the inside of the Great Hall, and everyone could see a lone figure in black robes standing there, waiting.

"Harry Potter, come out here and fight me like a man," he demanded using a Sonorus charm to make himself heard.

"Death Eaters are trying to get onto the grounds, but the wards are keeping them outside," Sopho further informed everyone sitting at the high table. "Unfortunately, Voldemort does not bear the Dark Mark, which is why he could get inside, probably while the gates were open during the Hogsmeade visit."

"Thanks Sopho," Harry replied in a firm voice. "I'll go."

He swiftly sent his Patronus to Croaker and Amelia informing them that Death Eaters were trying to get into Hogwarts from the Hogsmeade side, before he tried to rise from his chair, however, felt himself being restrained by his mother and grandmother.

"Harry, it doesn't have to be you," Lily said in a firm voice.

"I'm afraid that it must be Harry," Dumbledore offered in a grave voice.

"No," Minerva contradicted, firmly. "The prophecy doesn't apply to him. Only you and Voldemort believe so."

"Voldemort can't be killed yet anyway," Dumbledore said in clear irritation.

"And why might that be?" Harry enquired, his question laced with sarcasm. "The Horcruxes are all gone by now."

"Look," Lily suddenly blurted out, pointing out towards the grounds, where a single man was stepping over to face the evil wizard.

"Who's that, and where did he come from?" every single witch and wizard within the Great Hall wondered, unaware of how the Sorting Hat stretched bent his brim to a smirk, while the headmaster stared at Harry in apparent shock.

HP

At Gryffindor Manor, Sirius was just playing with the youngest quartet in his dog form, when their attention was suddenly drawn to the magical window that occupied almost half of the wall and allowed a view over the Hogwarts grounds.

A man was standing on the grounds, using a Sonorus charm to call out Harry. "Harry Potter, come out here and fight me like a man," he demanded in the direction of Hogwarts.

"That must be Voldemort," James blurted out, having watched a couple of memories from David about the wizard.

"Anni!" Salazar suddenly shouted from the painting. "Call me out of the painting. I'm going to kill him before he can harm our Harry."

However, Anni merely stared at her great grandfather in surprise, as she had not noticed what was happening.

"Anni, please do as granddad says," James instructed her. "It's very important. Voldemort has come to kill Harry."

"Come Gwanddad, pwease fight for Hawwy!" Anni shouted, forcing as much magic into the order as she could, before she collapsed in exhaustion.

Knowing that the others would look after the girl, Salazar merely rushed out of the manor and approached Voldemort from behind.

"Who do you think you are demanding to fight with my heir?" he sneered, causing Voldemort to turn on the spot.

"I am Lord Voldemort, the heir of Slytherin, the most brilliant founder of Hogwarts, and who are you?" he enquired. "Harry Potter is my prophesized opponent. He's the only one who can kill me, and I intend to kill him before he does."

"This Harry Potter is not the one of the prophecy; that was a copy of him, who fought against one of your Horcruxes many years ago," Salazar informed him. "I am Salazar Slytherin, by the way, and Harry is my heir and the owner of Hogwarts. You're merely a descendant of a cousin of mine, nothing of worth, that family. Just so you know, by the way, you won't be able to harm me, as I'm already dead and have been for almost one thousand years."

HP

"Is that Salazar? But how…" Minerva trailed off, giving Lily a questioning look.

"Anni must have called him out of the painting," Lily replied, letting out a deep sigh. "She already did such a thing, when she ordered Helga to come out of the painting and heal Cian's broken arm. Apparently, she had one hour, before magic returned her to the painting."

Seeing what was happening on the grounds and knowing that the conversation between Salazar and Voldemort held everyone's attention, Harry quickly transformed into his mosly form, before he apparated out onto the grounds, still not daring to believe that it was really Salazar who was standing there.

In the meantime, Voldemort had begun to cast spells at Salazar, which the ancient wizard dodged, before he himself cast one selected spell that was not only ancient and dark, but also lethal.

An instant later, Voldemort slumped onto the ground. Just to be certain that he was really dead, Harry bit him right into his face a few times, only then noticing the sounds of fight in front of the gates.

He quickly transformed back into his human form and stepped over to Salazar. "Thanks Granddad, that was just amazing."

"You're welcome, Grandson," Salazar replied, smiling. "Maybe it was you who gave him the final kick though."

"No," Harry disagreed. "I just wanted to make sure that he was really dead, but it was you who vanquished him."

Salazar pointed his wand at the wizard on the ground and hissed something in Parseltongue, which Harry did not understand. Only when Salazar let his wand sink, he enquired, "What was that?"

"That was to end the lives of his followers," Salazar admitted, and Harry realised from the lack of sounds from the direction of Hogsmeade that the fight in front of the gates had stopped.

Apparently noticing that the fight had ended, many people came out of the castle heading towards them.

"We better be gone," Salazar groaned and quickly transformed into his snake Animagus form slithering back to the manor, while Harry chose a similar form to accompany his grandfather home, where the ancient wizard was sucked back into the painting after a short while.

HP

In spite of his old age, Dumbledore was the first to reach the defeated wizard.

"Are you sure that this was Voldemort?" he asked his deputy, who let out a relieved sigh upon seeing the dead figure.

"Yes it was," she confirmed in a soft voice.

"Do you know who was fighting him?" the headmaster continued. "It can't be Harry, as he was with us until a few minutes ago."

"That was Salazar Slytherin," Lily spoke up. "My daughter must have called him out of the painting."

"She what?" Dumbledore gasped, only to bury his head in his hands.

"Minerva," he called out to his deputy, just when a group of Aurors and Unspeakables, led by Amelia Bones and Frank Longbottom, joined them.

"All the Death Eaters are dead," Frank spoke up, pointing to the gates.

Dumbledore let out a deep sigh. "Apparently, Salazar Slytherin killed Voldemort after Professor Slytherin's daughter called him out of a painting. That's all I know. Oh and Minerva, I'm going to retire as of today. I'll vacate my office now. I'm too old for this."

With that, Dumbledore trailed back to the castle, his walking speed showing all the one hundred and fifty years of his age, leaving the whole school looking at his retreating form.

"I'll inform Harry that he has to take over as headmaster tonight," Minerva was the first to speak.

HP

Two weeks later, Salazar Slytherin and his three-year-old great granddaughter Anette each received the Order of Merlin first class for vanquishing Voldemort as the youngest witch and the oldest wizard ever.

Unfortunately, Salazar could only join the party for an hour, before he was called back into his portrait, and at the same time, Lily decided that it was time for her to take her daughter back home.

"It's all right, we'll manage the press conference for them," Frank whispered to Amelia, who was wearing the same expression of exasperation as himself.

"Well, at least they were able to attend the party at all," Amelia replied, smiling, "in contrary to Harry, who chose to travel to France with his girlfriend over the weekend to avoid the ceremony."

"Minister, are you sure that it was the right thing to award him the Order of Merlin as well?" Auror Shacklebolt, who had witnessed their conversation, enquired.

"Yes, according to Salazar Slytherin, Harry was the one who gave Voldemort the final kick that really killed him," Amelia replied in a firm voice. "I merely didn't make it public, knowing how he dislikes the attention. Harry even denied having a hand in the defeat of Voldemort, but none of us believed him. He won't accept the Order of Merlin though; I'm pretty much sure that he'll continue refusing it."

HP

When Harry and Gabrielle returned from their spontaneous visit to France, Harry was extremely happy. The Delacours had agreed for him to ask Gabi to marry him and had solely voiced the wish that she should finish her OWLs and NEWTs before the wedding.

Of course, both had made a promise to the parents, and Gabi told him later on, "I'll study, and zen, I am going to take my NEWTs at ze ministry like you did in zee summer."

Harry appreciated the idea and even encouraged Susan and Neville to do the same, knowing that Madam Pomfrey and Professor Sprout would like to retire as soon as possible and were only waiting for their successors to finish school.

"Madame Maxime 'as told me zat 'Agrid 'as asked 'er to marry 'im, but she doesn't want to leave Beauxbatons, and 'ee would like to move to France in zee summer. Per'aps, I could become 'is successor for zee Care of Magical Creatures professeur?" Gabi continued, bringing him back to reality.

"Is that what you wish to do?" he asked, sincerely, looking firmly into her eyes.

"I'd like zat," Gabrielle replied, smiling happily.

"Very well," Harry agreed, before he continued to consider further personal changes, however, was careful to voice his thoughts as to not exclude Gabi from his ideas.

"There's another change that I want to make," he said, pensively, "but I think I'm going to do it during the Christmas holidays. I want a large painting of each of the founders in their respective common rooms, for example a life size painting of Rowena in Ravenclaw. What do you think?"

"I sink zat's a very good idea, 'Arry," Gabi replied, before she enquired, "Do zey need to leave zee manor to go zere, or are zere more paintings of zem?"

"There are more," Harry replied, soothingly. "Otherwise, I wouldn't have suggested. I don't want to take them from the family."

"Anozer sing zat you should remedy is to replace zee ghost I sink," Gabi continued the discussion. "'E is too boring."

"Yes, I'll do that," Harry confirmed, "but only after Hermione has taken her NEWTs. I hope that she'll be willing to take over the position."

HP

The students realised soon that Harry was playing his role as the headmaster in a very different way from his predecessor.

On his first day as headmaster, Harry announced to the students that he would be in his office every morning from six-o-clock onwards until breakfast, and that any student or professor would be welcome to come and speak to him about anything that they wished to discuss.

The students seemed to appreciate the offer, and right from the first morning onwards, at least one or two students came to see him every day. Some wanted to discuss certain classes, others the atmosphere in their house and others private matters about their parents or siblings.

Harry listened to each of them and offered advice, help and consideration as best as possible. He also set up a monthly meeting with the students, who attended Hogwarts on a scholarship from the Lily Potter foundation, so that he could make sure that the scholarship was not a waste and all students were happy.

When the students returned to Hogwarts after the Christmas holidays, noticing the life size painting of their founder in the common room, many students, especially from the higher years, came to see him to express their appreciation. Ever since it had become known that Salazar Slytherin had ended the war for them, the students had taken great interest in the founders of Hogwarts.

HP

"You're making a wonderful headmaster, Harry," Lily told him one day, letting out a relieved sigh.

"I hope so," Harry agreed, inwardly grinning, as he pointed to the wall behind his desk, where a large painting of the four founders of Hogwarts had replaced the portraits of the former headmasters.

"I have the Unspeakables to rely on, as well as my wonderful family," he explained. "I don't need the former headmasters let alone Dumbledore to interfere with the school anymore."

"Was that your idea?" Lily asked in surprise, knowing that it was not Harry's style of action to abandon the portraits.

"No, that was Sopho's idea," Harry admitted, grinning at the Sorting Hat, who was proudly sitting on his shelf, stretching his brim to a smile.

"The founders are the real heroes of the school," Sopho commented, "and I'm glad to have them here."

HP

In the summer of the same year, Harry's and Gabi's wedding took place in form of a huge party on the Hogwarts grounds, which the whole school and many more attended.

When Harry and Gabi went around to say good-bye to their family before leaving for their honeymoon in France, Lily took Harry and Gabi aside. 'This is too strange to not ask,' she thought in determination.

"I'm surprised that you both just took the name "Potter" as your family name," she whispered, giving her oldest son and his wife a questioning look.

Harry chuckled. "David, Anni and I have made an agreement," he then explained. "While Gabi and I are going to continue the Potter family line, David will continue the Gryffindor line and Anni the Slytherin family. We'll still be one big family, but nevertheless, we want each of the lines to be continued separately."

"Oh, I like that," Lily replied, smiling.

'Thank Merlin that Buckbean made me realise at that time that I was not muggleborn,' she thought, as she saw the goblin engrossed in a conversation with Salazar Slytherin and hurried over to express her gratitude to the goblin and scold Salazar for making Anni call him out of the painting yet again.

The End

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