Salazar Slytherin, a name that has lived on through the ages, and not in a good way. Salazar always knew his 'friend' Godric Gryffindor was a bumbling buffoon, but not an utterly brainless bumbling buffoon. He should have seen it coming, he really should have. When an excited Godric Gryffindor came charging through his door, Salazar made a mistake, he let the man in...while making a sensitive and experimental potion. He should have known better, he should have known that a loud and brash man shouldn't be around such delicate things, they say hindsight is 20-20...how right they are. Elita Potter was fed up with the witches and wizards of Britain. First she's a hero, next she's setting a monster on the students of Hogwarts, then a hero again, before becoming a deranged villain, now finally to the Chosen One. How ironic that her name means 'chosen'. Fate she has learned is a complete and utter bitch. Why else would Salazar Slytherin literally come crashing into her life? Why else would the man turn out to be the most possessive bastard on the planet?

A/N: So, this one had the most votes, I can't say I am too surprised by this. I will publish the three stories in the order of the amount of votes submitted. All of the stories in the poll will be posted eventually. I am not going to use archaic words as that would be evil and awful, plus I'm just lazy. The way the words combine might seem off and some of the words themselves as well, but it won't be Shakespeare. I might or might not bring the other Founders through time as well, I haven't decided on that yet, but I probably won't unless the majority wants this. Let me know what you think. The battle in the Department of Mysteries never happened because Elita is smarter than to go charging ahead and not exhaust every avenue of contacting Sirius first. She was supposed to be a Slytherin after all. Taking this into consideration, she saw through Kreature's claim of Sirius not being there, i.e., the room the House Elf was in. So yes, Sirius is alive.

Also, there will be OCs in the story, so beware. I'm making a new prophecy because in my mind the cannon prophecy was fulfilled the same night Voldemort initiated it. There was no timeframe and we'll just say that he marked Elita slightly before he was 'vanquished'. The prophecy orb would have turned completely black after being fulfilled. Voldemort was not happy when his minions informed him of this.

Disclaimer: Not mine!

Chapter One: The Prophecy

Elita bounced on the balls of her heels in excitement. Luckily she was able to spend most of her summer with Sirius rather than the Dursleys. She looked around her room, actually it was Regulus's old room, and grinned widely. On the walls were pictures of her friends, both with and without her. Several were waving wildly, mostly those with Fred and George in them. Ron just looked awkward in most pictures. Poor Neville looked like he was frozen and Luna just posed in strange ways. Hermione and the others looked pretty normal for the most part.

Grabbing her shrunken trunk, thank Merlin for the wards around Grimmauld Place, she stuffed it into her jacket pocket and dashed down the stairs. Halfway down a large black, grim-like dog joined her, barking madly. Laughing, Elita jumped off the last few steps, drawing a yelp of surprise from Sirius as she did so.

Sirius waited until she was on carpet before he tackled her, licking her face, hands, and neck. Elita was shrieking in delight, trying to fend off Sirius with her hands.

"Well it's nice to see some people are so energetic in the morning." The voice of Mrs. Weasley drifted down from above the duo, causing them to freeze before looking up sheepishly. Sirius backed away from his goddaughter and transformed into a human before running a hand through his shaggy black hair, while the other he used to help pull Elita up off the carpet.

Elita snickered at Sirius as he acted like a teenager caught by his mom doing something he shouldn't be doing. "Well, now that we are all human, breakfast is ready. I'm just going to wake the others if you two haven't done so already." Sirius and Elita looked at each other and ginned mischievously. They scurried to the kitchen, wanting to get food before the fun started.

The sound of screaming filled the dreary house and the two troublemakers smirked over their food at each other. She and Sirius needed to do something for fun other than dueling that is. She felt so bad for Sirius, knowing how it felt to be a prisoner in what should be your home, yet is the exact opposite. At times she drowned in guilt, the what-ifs plaguing her every thought. Had she been just a bit faster, she might have been able to catch Pettigrew.

Anger boiled in her blood, a fury that came from not herself, but Voldemort. She gripped the table, distantly aware of Sirius's warm hand on her shoulder and his worried voice. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Ever since the end of last year, Voldemort had been in a rotten mood when she failed to fall for his trap. He had tried multiple times to possess her, only succeeding once. That was also the last time he tried to possess her. She had given him an overdose of love; you'd have thought he was a cockroach fleeing from light. Right now something had upset him enough that her Occlumency shields, measly as they were, did absolutely nothing to protect her from the brunt of his anger.

"Give me a minute Siri." Her voice was strained and the wood groaned under her fingers. She took several deep breaths, vaguely aware of Remus clutching her other shoulder and pressing a cold, damp towel to her inflamed and bleeding scar. "He's seriously pissed off right now." She slurred, not sounding very coherent.

After what seemed like an eternity, but was probably only five minutes at most, the pain began to slowly dwindle and the anger faded to a slow simmer that allowed her to slam her shields back into place. "Sorry about that guys. He's being a real prick today apparently." There were snorts of disbelief at that.

"Right, a prick." Remus didn't sound pleased by her choice of words at all.

"Hey, it's not my fault his minions have fucked up." There was the sound of someone choking, but she kept her eyes closed and head tilted back. Laughter followed soon after.

"Language young lady!" A small smile crept onto her face.

"I ain't no lady." The twins began cracking up, remembering the line from her first year when Lavender Brown tried to get her into a pink and frilly dress. She had said that a lady would wear it; Elita had screamed that she wasn't a lady and ran for it.

"Hmmph."

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"Ronald! Hurry up young man!" The sound of several thuds drew sympathetic winces as a body and trunk crashed down the stairs. At least he wasn't almost decapitated like Ginny narrowly avoided last year.

"Ron!" And that would be Hermione panicking over Ron. Those two seriously needed a wakeup call.

"S'ok, m'fine." His slurred words did little to reassure anyone present. The twins thought it was hilarious of course. Poor Sirius had been hounded by the twins when they discovered who the Marauders really were. The same thing happened to Remus until Moony made a surprise appearance and scared them so bad they fainted.

Speaking of Sirius, he had been restrained by Shacklebolt and Tonks, seeing as he had been throwing a fit when it suddenly sunk in that his goddaughter was going back to Hogwarts. He yelled through the gag, why they didn't silence him she wasn't sure, but it was amusing.

"To the apparating room everyone." The children marched dutifully through the house and to the apparation point that only members of the Order could activate. Remus immediately latched onto Elita, much to her embarrassment and other's amusement. Hermione was snagged by Fred, Ginny was grabbed by George, Ron was ensnared by his still fussing mother, and poor Neville was stuck with Mad Eye Moody. Sirius was wailing in her ear, trying to pry Remus off so that he couldn't take his only source of entertainment away from him. Dammit Tonks!

"Remus, get us out of here now!" She had to shout and kicked Sirius away so that Remus could apparate and not drag her still wanted godfather with him.

"Noooo!" The last she saw of Sirius was him wailing and lunging at her. She was going to kill Tonks for accidently setting him loose.

Elita and Remus reappeared with a loud pop. The sounds and scents of the platform slammed into both, causing Remus to growl and Elita to hiss. Both looked at each other before laughing.

The platform was swarming with students and parents. A scowl made its way onto her face when those who spotted her quickly scooted away from her like she had dragon pox or something. Damn Voldemort, damn Fudge, damn Sheeple, and damn Rita Skeeter. Her scowl didn't help matters and she turned to see Remus giving her a sad look. Mood worsening by the second, she quickly gave Remus a hug and made a beeline for the train before she lost her temper and did something she probably wouldn't regret, but would see her in a large amount of trouble.

Stalking to the first empty compartment she could find near the Prefect cabin, knowing that the Malfoys would be reluctant to start anything so close to the other Prefects. Not three seconds after she had settled on one of the seats closest to the window, Luna walked in. She was wearing her radish earrings and butterbeer cork necklace. "I see the Nargles are particularly bothersome today." Elita smiled at Luna.

"Then I'll leave it to you to drive them off." Luna beamed happily, knowing that Elita wasn't simply humoring her or making fun of her like most people would. Before she could ask how Elita's summer had been, the cabin door flew open and four people poured in.

"Hey mate, thought we lost you." Ron was smiling and his blue eyes sparkled merrily. His Prefect badge was crooked and Hermione's pinned perfectly. Neville and Ginny ginned and nodded at her and sat on either side of Luna. Ginny immediately turned to Luna to discuss something and Neville pulled out a book on plants. Ron and Hermione bickered over who would sit next to her, much to her exasperated amusement. They really didn't care if they sat by her, they just wanted to argue, and by argue she meant flirt. Really it was painful the way they remained so oblivious. Elita had overestimated Hermione's ability to read people.

Elita felt a strange surge in her magic again, stronger than any of the others before it. This had occurred several times over the summer, but no one could figure out why. It was like her magic was trying to reach out and latch onto something. The one time Snape had been nearby when it surged, he'd acted like one of the basilisk's victims. He had then proceeded to walk out of the room as quickly as he could, clutching his arm the whole time. He refused to tell anyone what that was all about.

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Draco Malfoy glared at his sister. He loved her, he really did, but by Merlin she drove him insane half the time. It was even worse this year with her Fay heritage deciding to make an appearance. He wasn't sure what had triggered it, perhaps one too many Crucios did it? He sighed, rubbing his left arm as it suddenly tingled. He twitched when the sensation grew stronger, a gentle warmth settling in it. He frowned. How peculiar, he had never heard of the Dark Mark acting like this. The sensation continued to plague him as he tried to focus on the conversation, but it was no use. He noticed Theodore Nott was also looking twitchy. Actually, anyone with a Dark Mark in their cabin was acting oddly.

That was it! He couldn't take it anymore; it felt like a feather was tickling his skin, it was driving him mad. He stood up, smoothing his Acromantula silk robes as he did so. They shimmered in the light, showing off the high quality of the fabric. The conversation stopped and he haughtily raised his nose in the air, not that he noticed that fact. He frowned suddenly.

"Where is Zabini?" He was distracted from his question when the tingling stopped like it had never been there to begin with. How odd.

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Blaise Zabini stood outside of one of the first compartments on the train. He tugged on his tie nervously, asking himself if this was the smartest or stupidest thing he was about to do. He straightened his robes and shoulders, plastering a confident smirk on his face. He could do this.

He knocked and the quiet murmuring on the other side of the door stopped, leaving only the sound of his breathing and the train. He didn't like it. The door slid open cautiously and he was greeted by the sight of the Golden Trio plus three other Gryffindors, his smile grew more strained. "Potter, may I have a word with you, alone?"

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Elita Potter stared at the compartment door in shock, hardly able to believe that someone was actually knocking for once. Sure Susan Bones came around towards the end of the trip most of the time, but they weren't even halfway there. Ron, being the closest to the door and the most impulsive, slid it open, fully prepared to punch a certain Ferret, only to pull up short in confusion when he saw a tall student he didn't recognize. He was a Slytherin, of that there was no doubt, but the fact that a lone Slytherin, one that he didn't know, was actually knocking threw him for a loop.

Elita cocked her head and narrowed her eyes, not breaking eye contact with Blaise Zabini. The two of them were neutral towards each other, both tolerating the other's presence, but not actively seeking each other out.

"Potter, may I have a word with you, alone?" Elita looked at him more closely. His light mocha colored skin seemed a little pale and he was fidgeting, something she was willing to bet money on that he wasn't aware of. His dark eyes flitted around the cabin as though searching for some unseen threat.

"If you think Eli is going anywhere with a slimy Slytherin, you can—." Hermione slapped her hand over Ron's mouth when Blaise turned a truly frightening glare on him. It seemed Snape had been giving lessons on how to sneer and glare. Elita stared a bit longer, letting Zabini grow more uncomfortable before making up her mind.

The others in the cabin looked at Blaise and her, she knew that they would happily defend her if Zabini even looked like he was contemplating hurting her. "All right." She knew that there was no way in hell Zabini would willingly discuss whatever it was he wanted to in front of her friends. It was just the way Slytherins were; never give a potential enemy any ammunition. She was the same way. The others immediately began protesting.

"Eli are you out of your mind!" Thanks Ginny, real nice. She thought sarcastically. Hermione began lecturing her on why it was a bad idea to go alone with someone they didn't know, while Ron yelled about nasty, slimy Slytherins. Luna just continued to read the Quibbler upside down.

Neville simply stared at her like he was trying to read her mind before switching his piercing gaze onto Zabini. He then proceeded to shock everyone.

"Hurt her and die Zabini." Everyone looked at Neville in disbelief, even Neville looked startled and he was the one who threatened the Slytherin. Elita snorted and stood, glad that Hedwig wasn't on the train to give her own opinion. She swore up and down that her owl was way too smart to be an animal.

"Lead the way Zabini. No, scratch that. Tell me where to go and I'll be there in ten minutes. I take it you don't want anyone else to find out if we can avoid it?" Blaise nodded in surprise, glad that she was willing to act like a Slytherin and make this so much easier for the both of them.

"I'll be in the luggage car." He turned and strode away from the door, letting the Weasel shut the it.

Blaise couldn't believe that Potter was actually agreeing to talk to him alone. Wasn't she supposed to hate Slytherins? Sure she never really reacted when he invaded her study table in the library, but this was different. Perhaps he had judged her too soon. A small grain of hope grew larger; he just might be able to get her to agree to help him.

He made his way to the luggage car, studiously ignoring the looks he was receiving from a group of Hufflepuffs he encountered on his way. He found the luggage car and stood in the shadows, casting a warming charm on himself as he waited for Potter.

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Elita waited the promised ten minutes before casually making her way through the train towards the luggage car, gritting her teeth as people moved away from her. It hurt that they did so, that they never even gave her a chance. This was what she hated about the world she was now part of. She hated how common sense was practically extinct. She was admittedly curious as to what Zabini could possibly want from her.

She slipped into the luggage car after checking to make sure that no one saw her, spotting Zabini in the shadows as she closed and locked the door. She threw a privacy charm up to make him more comfortable, grinning when he relaxed a bit as it took effect.

"I have to admit that I'm shocked you would want to talk to me, but I also have to admit that I'm a bit pleased that you aren't acting like I'm a boggart." Zabini smirked at her, relaxing further when she admitted to being pleased he was trying to talk to her.

"Last year you made a defense club of sorts. I was hoping that you could perhaps tutor me in DADA." He laughed when her jaw dropped and acid green eyes widened. Clearly she wasn't expecting that.

"I, uh…what type of DADA are we talking?" That only confused Blaise. There was more than one type of DADA?

"What are the types?" He crossed his arms and waited for her to answer.

"Well, I like to think of DADA in three different categories: school DADA, Auror DADA, and Mad Eye DADA. I think you can figure out which one is the hardest. I taught mostly the school type, but I did throw in some stuff from the other two categories as well. Be warned though, the third one will probably make you hate me, but it is also more likely to keep you alive and your opponents very dead." Zabini stared at her blankly for several seconds before snickering.

"I'll take the third one." She looked him dead in the eyes, more serious than he had ever seen her.

"I will teach you if you promise me that you will not betray me and remain neutral at the very least. Know that what I teach you will be borderline, if not outright illegal. Can you handle that? If not, we'll just pretend this conversation never happened." This was a risky thing for her to do, but she needed a partner to practice with during the year, and if Zabini agreed, then that was one thing on her list that she could cross off.

"Fine by me, I had planned to remain neutral or become a spy for Dumbledore anyways." She nodded. "We'll need to use your wand. Mine is keyed to my magic and will refuse to work for anyone but myself. Yes, I realize that requires a dark ritual." Blaise looked at her like he was seeing her for the first time, but in a good way. He pulled out his wand and rolled it between his thumb and index finger.

"Dobby!" Blaise jumped at her shout, glaring at the innocent look she shot at him. He was anticipating the arrival of a House Elf, just not the sight of it.

"Hey, you used to belong to the Malfoy family." He pointed a finger accusingly at the wide-eyed Dobby.

"Yes, he did until I tricked the Ferret's father into freeing him." Blaise looked aghast.

"You, the leader of the Golden Trio, the Princess of Gryffindor managed to trick one of the hardest to fool Slytherins into releasing his own House Elf?" His tone of disbelief irritated her a bit.

"I may be a Gryffindor, but I'm more Slytherin than you know." She refused to say more on the matter and turned to Dobby. "Hello Dobby, sorry for ignoring you. Can you be the binder in a magical oath between Zabini and I please?" She motioned for Blaise to hand Dobby his wand when Dobby nodded his head violently. She and Zabini grabbed each other's hand and the wand touched both.

"I, Blaise Octavian Zabini swear on my life and magic that I will not betray Elita…" She blushed as he looked at her expectantly. Merlin this was going to be so embarrassing.

"Prongslette." He stared at her in disbelief. "My dad won a bet he made with my mom and he picked the name." Snorting in amusement, he continued. Her face was doing a wonderful impression of a ripe tomato at the moment.

"Prongslette Potter to her enemies or join them without her permission, so mote it be."

"I, Elita Pronglette Potter, swear on my life and magic that I will teach Blaise Octavian Zabini and give him permission to break the vow in cases of life and death or permanent mutilation/torture, so mote it be." Her magic surged out in a golden stream, wrapping around their joined hands and tangling with his purple magic. The ribbons glowed brightly before sinking into their skin, signifying the oath being closed.

"I wasn't expecting your part of the vow." Zabini looked oddly vulnerable and she realized that he didn't really have anyone he could solidly rely on and that she was willing to give him more than one way out of the vow.

"I am the Gryffindor Princess as you so kindly put it." He laughed at her wry response. "Now I just have to deal with the Ferret when he makes his traditional visit. Hopefully he'll leave Barbie behind." Zabini laughed harder at that.

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"So, what did he want?" Elita looked at the expectant faces staring at her and smiled slyly. She put a finger up to her lips.

"Shh, it's a secret." Hermione growled and Ron spluttered. "Oh, you're going to be late for the Prefect meeting in exactly one minute, thirty seconds." She made her way to her seat and sat back down, laughing when Hermione shrieked and ran out the door, Ron close behind, cursing her the whole time.

"So…" Ginny trailed off, waiting hopefully.

"Sorry Gin, my lips are magically sealed." Her eyes widened and Neville choked on his water he was drinking. Luna merely smiled serenely.

"I wonder if they'll have pudding?" Elita laughed. Only Luna.

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"Hello Scarface." Elita looked up and smirked lazily at Draco Malfoy, ignoring his bitch of a sister, knowing that she would hate it.

"Not interested, go away and take the bitch with you, oops, I meant witch. Oh, and go fuck yourself." She winked at Neville and he played along, talking over the shriek of rage from Barbie and the Ferret's spluttering.

"Yes, do leave, neither of us are interested in either of you." Draco growled at the implication, struggling to think of an appropriate insult to get back at them with.

"Oh go jump off the train." With that, Ginny slammed the door in the siblings' faces and Elita put a complex locking charm on it. She and Ron grinned at each other when Anika Malfoy started screaming in rage. Draco yelled dire warnings if they didn't open the door, but Hermione put up a silencing charm and blissful silence lasted for about three seconds before laughter shattered it.

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Elita stroked the bony neck and head of one of the Thestrals pulling their carriage, waiting for the others to catch up. It nuzzled her side affectionately in response to the attention being lavished on it. She had been waiting for five minutes, not quite sure how she had managed to get to the carriage so fast and why people were gaping at her. She had simply ran ahead, it's not like she was inhumanly fast…right? She pushed the nagging feeling of dread out of her mind, not wanting to add more stress to her life just yet.

"Eli!" Elita turned and grinned at her friends, unaware of how she seemed to glow slightly in the light of the moon for a second or two.

"Hey guys, I was worried you managed to get lost." The others glared at her accusingly. "Err, did I do something wrong?" Her puzzled look told the others that she had not meant to leave them behind in the dust, but really, didn't she know how fast she was? Evidently not if her look of confusion was anything to go by.

"Never mind Eli, let's just get to the Welcoming Feast."

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A sudden silence swept through the Great Hall as Trelawney shuffled in, eyes bulging like normal. She looked dazed and confused, more so than normal. It vaguely reminded Elita of Luna on a bad day. The dessert suddenly tasted like ashes in her mouth.

"Sybill, what a pleasant surprise. Is there something you need my dear?" People looked at Dumbledore like he had just announced that he was repainting the Great Hall to match his atrocious robes. McGonagall was gripping her knife so hard her knuckles were white and she appeared to be contemplating whether or not she should throw it at the Divination professor.

Sybill looked even more confused before she settled her gaze on Elita, who began to squirm in discomfort. There was a reason why she never took Divination. "I had a sudden urge to come here…" She trailed off, looking quite stupid just standing there. People shifted and murmured to each other.

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"What's the old bat doing down here?" Elita glanced at Ron, rolling her eyes at him.

"Hell if I know." Hermione glared at Ron and Elita in disapproval. Elita suddenly stiffened when Trelawney claimed she had an urge to go to the Great Hall. She paled dramatically and flinched when Trelawney focused her massive eyes on her. People followed her gaze and began staring at Elita as well. It felt wrong, Elita realized. Trelawney's eyes seemed to pierce her like lasers, digging deep and examining her very soul. It was as if something ancient and powerful was looking at her, something that could crush her with no effort at all.

People suddenly began screaming as Trelawney began to spasm and her eyes rolled back into her head. A raspy voice that sounded nothing like hers filled the Great Hall and the strangest words began pouring out of her mouth. The words appeared in the air, reminding Elita far too strongly of Tom Riddle writing his name in the Chamber of Secrets.

One thousand years in the past

To find the one thing that will last

Time spins forward with a fight

Now he must do what is right

Mark of Light's power shall lead the way

She must be of the Fay

To find the key to it all

Or fail and the world will fall

A darkness found

A darkness bound

The child of his enemy's legacy

They must unite to fulfill destiny

If lost the world will fall into darkness

For it is ageless.

"Bloody hell!"

"Ron! Language!" Ron cowered away from Hermione when she went to hit him on the head with a book. As if their shouting were a starting gun, noise erupted.