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Title: Blood of Salazar
Characters: Harry Potter (Balthezar Slytherin), Salazar Slytherin, Voldemort, Godric Gryffindor, Rowena Ravenclaw, Helga Hufflepuff, Albus Dumbledore, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Draco Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy, and Severus Snape
Pairings: Lily/Voldemort, and Lucius/Severus
Words per Chapter: 1,035
Warnings: AU, time travel, slash, het, violence, language, foreign languages, paganism, changed identities, character death, and the standard whatever else this demented author thinks up.
Summary: Lily was not who everyone thought she was, but she would do anything to protect her baby. Yet, on that fateful Halloween night, ancient magic of the Slytherin family saves Harry and now he's to grow up in another time. He's raised by his ancestor. What happens when he rejoins his time?
Notes: As a friend of mine has stated, there are certain languages that seemed to not be used often. This is because you don't hear them as much; Balthezar's main languages of use are Old English and Old Norse. You see that he only uses the others depending on who he's talking to. Now this doesn't mean that languages like Latin or Old Welsh will disappear, it just means he's not necessarily around the people who speak them. Don't worry however; there are parts of this story that will still call for the other languages.
Modern English: "…"
Old English: ^…^
Old Norse: -…-
Old Welsh: *…*
Thoughts: '…' (all thoughts, doesn't matter language)
Balthezar was pacing back and forth. He was in the hut that he was staying in as he paced. He thought about the way that things were going in his life. He was trying hard to not worry about the fact that he had would be doing something that he didn't want to do. He stopped pacing and began to run his fingers through his hair. He had so many things on his mind that he didn't know what to make of it all. It caused him to wonder what Salazar's real reason for sending him back was.
Someone walked in. Balthezar turned around with his wand in his hand. He stared at the person that had walked in. It was Pandora. She had a smile on her face. "Hello Balthezar. I'm sorry that I have been absent. You seemed very confused and needed some time to think." He stared at her and sighed as he had a feeling that she knew what was going on.
He looked over at the fire pit. *How much do you know? About my past that is.* He looked at her as he waited for her to respond. He wanted an answer that he thought would be a good one. It was the one thing he wanted more than anything. It was something that he had hoped that he would be able to control. Of course, that's not how things always worked.
Pandora sighed. "Oh, I know only what I have been told. That's not much. None of us have any idea why you're acting this way. It's difficult to understand. That's not a surprise, Balthezar. There are a lot of things about you that we don't know. What is it that has been on your mind? If you don't mind me asking that is." She watched him. Balthezar stared at her. He couldn't figure out how they could be as observant as they had been. People in the period that he was now didn't seem to be as observant as people from where he had grown up. He knew that the werewolf tribe hadn't lived among the wizards, but that didn't necessarily mean anything in Balthezar's books. They could have still picked up on the oblivious nature of the present wizards.
He looked at the fire pit once again. It was harder to answer that question. The thing was that he knew that telling her what had been on his mind was something that he needed to do. He had to have one other person behind him. He knew that having support for his proclamation was something that he would desperately need. Of course, it was always hard to understand what he had to do. After all, there was something in his words that would be unbelievable. He finally looked at her. *It's quite simple really. There's something about me that is unbelievable. The name I was given at birth wasn't the name that I have now. The name that I was given wasn't even the one that I would have received had circumstances were different. However, what happened can't be changed. The truth is that I was named Harry Potter, and that's the bit of information that's on my mind.* He stared at her as he waited to see what she would say. Pandora stared at him as she contemplated his words.
She then nodded. "That is a lot to understand. Thank you for telling me." She then left. Balthezar sighed. He knew what was going to happen now that he had said it out loud. He looked at the door. He only wondered when a certain old man would notice.
Headmaster's Office; Hogwarts Castle
Dumbledore sat with a frown on his face. He didn't like the way that things were going. He had no idea what he was going to do in regards to the Forbidden Forest. Yet, his attention was drawn away from his thoughts as an instrument in his office began to go off. He sat up faster than anyone would have thought a man of his age would be able to. He looked at the whirling instrument that was on one of his bookshelves. He stared at it with wide eyes. He knew what that instrument did. It had remained silent for fourteen years. He stood up even faster than he had looked at the instrument. He made his way to the fireplace and threw a pinch of floo powder into it. "Alastor, come here quickly."
He stepped away from the fireplace as the flames quickly turned green and the scarred Auror came into his office. He looked at Dumbledore as he took in the sight of the man. "What did you need, Albus?" He hobbled further into the room and over to the headmaster's desk. Dumbledore followed behind him. The man looked at the headmaster with his one eye that wasn't whirling around in its socket.
Dumbledore picked up his whirling instrument. "This went off moments ago. There's only one reason that it would. It was created when the Potters fidelius was created. When they were killed, it ended. The fact that the instrument started whirling again means that there was one survivor. I don't know why it wouldn't have gone off until now." He stopped as a thought came into his head. "Unless the person didn't acknowledging being that Potter until now." He frowned at the thought. He didn't know what could have caused that. He had suspected a few things, but this was something different.
Moody frowned. "Well, I don't know what to tell you, Albus. The boy was never found and we know that the Potters died, we found their bodies and buried them." Dumbledore seemed to be contemplating something.
He then looked at Moody. "Then the boy must still be alive. I don't know how or where, but he obviously is." He set his device back onto the shelf and thought about it. "I will figure it out. If that boy is alive, then he could be as useful as the Slytherin boy." He looked back at the Forbidden Forest. There was something nagging at him. He didn't know what it was, but he would figure it out.
A/N: Well, isn't that interesting. Hope that you all enjoy. Later.