A/N: Ok, so there were some concerns about the Daphne/Harry relationship advancing too fast, keep in mind that they're still very young, so they will only be close friends up until at least third year. On a side note, thank you for all the reviews, I can't believe how good this story is doing. I will admit that I often make mistakes or go to fast, but bear with me. The reason the last chapter seemed so rushed was because I was half asleep halfway through it, but I wanted to get the update out ASAP. Now, onto the story.

Heir of Darkness

§ = Parseltongue

"§ Thank you, Hasssesssh, you are truly asss wonderful asss my father sssaid you were. Now, good night, Hasssesssh, it'sss getting late and I need to find the sssleeeping quartersss, §" Harry yawned.

"§ Good night, hatchling. Sssleep well. §" Came the basilisk's soft reply.

Chapter Four

"Albus, what are we going to do about the Riddle boy? Are we willing to take the chance that he isn't related to You-Know-Who?" McGonagall asked cautiously.

Dumbledore sighed, he was afraid this would come up, "I'm afraid I do not know at the moment, Minerva. For now, I believe we should simply keep a close eye on him. That includes observing his proficiency with magic. If he is better at it than most fifth years, then I believe we must confront him. But, instead of harming him, we should try to get him to join us. We need to show him the light and make him hate his father, after all, Voldemort is not exactly a fatherly type person, so the boy will most likely resent him."

"I'm sorry, but what are you two talking about?" James Potter inquired.

"Yeah. I have no clue what we're talking about," Lily Potter spoke.

"I agree with them, Albus. We've no idea what you are talking about…" Filius Flitwick squeaked.

"We're talking about that boy, Harry Riddle. It is a secret, but You-Know-Whose name was once Tom Marvolo Riddle," McGonagall noted.

"Wait, wait, wait… Are you saying that You-Know-Who, evil megalomaniacal dark lord, is a father?" James asked incredulously.

"We do not know, at the moment, if Voldemort is a father. It could just be a coincidence that the boy has Voldemort's last name, which is why we will simply be observing young Harry. Personally, though, I doubt he is Voldemort's son, due to the Dark Lord's hatred for his muggle father himself and his last name. But, we still must find out whether or not he is Voldemort's son," the headmaster answered.

The next morning was one of the longest of Harry's short life. Breakfast felt like hours and he was agonizing over how slow breakfast was. To him it felt like it had been three hours; to his 'friends': three minutes.

"Damn it! This school needs to hurry the fuck up!" Harry snarled.

Draco raised an eyebrow, "Are you always this cranky in the morning?"

"Only on days that end in 'day'."

"So, yes?"

"Nah, there happens to be a day named tuna salad!" Harry responded sarcastically.

"Sheesh! Just a question," Draco defended himself.

"Yes, a stupid one," Harry tapped his foot anxiously. "Damn it, I'm going back to the common room, will one of you bring me my time table."

Daphne piped in, "I will. But first, tell us where you went after dinner yesterday. We didn't see you for the rest of the night and Draco says he didn't see you in the dorm room when he went to bed or when he woke up. So, where were you at?"

Harry sighed, "I'll explain later, Daph." Without giving her time to respond, Harry briskly walked away from the group of friends."

"Aw, why is he so nice to her," Draco whined.

"Because," Blaise drawled, "she has a little something called a vagina. Something that you quite possibly have."

Blaise's comment made both Daphne and Draco go red. Daphne out of embarrassment and Draco out of humiliation. Meanwhile, the rest of the group was laughing there asses off.

"Shut up, Zabini!" Draco warned.

"Will do, Draconica. Say wh―" Blaise yelped, "What the hell was that for!? You don't see me going around, throwing forks and sporks left and right! Well, only on spaghetti days, but that's beside the point!"

"Ugh!"

"Explain. Now." Daphne stated sternly, almost as if she was scolding a child.

Harry narrowed his eyes, "If you were anybody else and said that, I'd have killed you already, but as it is, you're the only one that I will tolerate being like that. Not even sure why, but, whatever. Anyways," Harry paused and put up a privacy ward, "what do you know about the Chamber of Secrets?"

"Chamber of what? I've never heard of it," Theo muttered.

"Hmm… I've got nothin'," Blaise drawled.

"Do you mean that old legend about Salazar Slytherin?" Daphne asked suspiciously.

"Oh, yeah, now I remember. It's said to hold a monster that only the Heir of Slytherin… can… control… Ohh," Draco trailed off.

"Yeah, that one," Harry added. "Anyways, I've decided to stay down there instead of here in the dorms, just some added privacy, along with a large library on Parselmagic," Harry added eagerly.

The others just stared at Harry in bewilderment. Eventually Theo said, "Parselmagic? Does that even exist?"

Harry sighed in exasperation, "Of course it exists, you idiot. If it didn't, then why the hell would I be talking about it?"

Theo looked affronted, "Hey! I happen to be the… uhm… like seventh smarte… Ok, I'm beginning to see your point…" He finally conceded.

"Anyways, as I was saying, I'm staying in Salazar Slytherin's private chambers. It's actually quite cozy. The basilisk is nice, too…" Harry trailed off.

"Ok…" Draco mumbled.

"Enough about me, how was your first night at Hogwarts?" Harry inquired.

"Oh, it was good. Tracey and I are sharing a dorm room, as are Pansy and Millicent. I can't speak for them, but I for one really liked the beds, they were so soft," Daphne spoke.

"Lucky! Our beds were all hard!" Draco whined.

"Oh, get over it, Draco," Pansy snapped back. "Women need nice beds in order for us to obtain our beauty sleep. If we don't sleep in a nice, soft bed, we end up looking like that toad lady in the Ministry. Something about her just irks me the wrong way…"

"Dolores Umbridge?" Harry asked.

"Yeah, that one. Toad-Face is just so… bleh. I can't even describe her because she's so terrible. I wish that I could snap that bitch's ne―"

"Oh, look. Here comes Professor Snape," Blaise interrupted. "Good morning, Professor Snape. How are you this fine morning?"

"Oh, please. Get rid of the innocent act, Zabini, it doesn't suit you…" Snape drawled in a way only he can, no matter how hard Blaise tries to get it down.

"Ooh, he got you there, Zabini!" Theo started to crack up.

"Quiet, Nott! I swear, you two will be the death of me… Anyways, here are your timetables, go ahead and read them, because I will not read it for you. Mr. Riddle, may I have a word in my office? We will leave in a few minutes," Snape continued without waiting for Harry's reply. "I will write you a pass to give your teacher to excuse you of your tardiness."

Harry's eyes narrowed at the thought of being tardy (I know, a Hermione thing, but remember, he is eager to be smarter than his father, so he wants to learn everything and not miss anything.) and the fact that the man hadn't even waited for a reply. Seriously? He thought, Doesn't he remember just who my father is? "Very well, Professor. We can leave when you're ready."

Snape nodded in satisfaction before walking out of the room, his cloak billowing behind him.

Silence reigned over the pre-teens for a few moments before Theo just had to open his big mouth, "… I wonder how he gets his cloak to do that. Do you think he'd tell me?"

"Theo!" Millicent scolded, "How he gets his cloak to do that is entirely his secret. So don't you dare ask him…"

Theo gulped and nodded quickly before rushing off to his room with Blaise not far behind. Harry snorted, "Way to go, you scared them." He paused, "Hey, uh, Draco, do your gorilla friends ever, you know, talk?"

Draco pondered Harry's question for a moment, "Uh… I don't really know… Let's check. Crabbe, speak!" Draco commanded as if he a master giving his (or her, just saying so people don't think I'm sexist, because that has happened to me before) dog an order. Crabbe simply looked at Draco and tilted his head in confusion. Draco sighed, "Nope, I guess they don't."

"Oook. Well, as much as I'd love to stay and chat, this just got awkward with Draco treating the gorillas like dogs. Plus, Professor Snape is motioning me forward, so, yeah," Harry stalked off without saying a proper goodbye, leaving behind an offended Draco, two silently confused gorillas, and four amused girls.

Once Harry and Snape entered the latter's office and he threw up privacy wards, he swiftly turned around and said, "Lord Harry―"

"You know, I've been thinking about that, and I've decided to go by a different name… I've got it! Lord Vader? Eh?" Harry interrupted.

"Um, Lord Vader is kind of already taken in a muggle movie. Technically he goes by Darth Vader, also. So, I'd rule out Lord Vader or the muggleborns and half-bloods will think you're a joke when you emerge and side with your father."

"Ohh, so that's where I heard the name before… Hmm, Lord Necro?"

"Depends, what time of necro?"

"Necrophiliac," Harry smiled.

"NO!" Snape blurted.

"Why?"

"Do you know what a necrophiliac is?"

"Nope!"

"It's a person who has sex with dead people," Snape stated dryly.

"Oh… Then that's a 'maybe'. Hm… what other names are there…" Harry trailed off.

"Lord Slither?"

Harry scoffed, "You've got to be joking…"

"O-of c-course, my lord."

Harry narrowed his eyes in suspicion but still nodded. They both continued to think until Harry grinned, "What about Lord Chaos?"

Snape pondered the name and the possible drawback before bobbing his head, "That should work."

"Good," Harry began, "then from this day forth, I will be known as Lord Chaos!"

Snape raised an eyebrow, "What about in public?"

"Damn you, you just ruined my good mood… Fine, I'll stick with 'Harry' during my school years. Happy?"

"It's not my opinion that matters…"

"Oh, I know that. But, if you weren't happy, then I'd have to Crucio you," Harry smirked as the man's eyes revealed a hint of fear, "but, since you seem to be content, then I'll have to find somebody else to torture…" With that, Harry assumed his wraith form and shot off through the castle and into the Forbidden Forest. Leaving an annoyed Professor behind.

"I'm getting too old for this crap…"

A/N: Ok, small filler chapter, didn't want to leave you all hanging, so I decided to quickly write something up. Later!