"Are you sure about this my love?" He asks holding my face between his hands and staring into my eyes. Looking back into his piercing green eyes. Licking my lips, "It is what I have to do Sal. We have to do this. Even if I never see you again." A tear drips down my face only to wiped away by him. "Rowena assures us that a time will come when we are all needed again. I will see you again." He says sharply. I can see the pain in his eyes. He knows that it might be a long time before I see my family again.

"I feel as though I'm breaking my promise to you. I told you that you would never be alone. That we would always be together." Smiling sadly. I respond to him, "You aren't breaking your promise to me. I will never be alone. I will have the memories of us together to comfort me in the darkness. The belief that we will be together again. I will be able to watch the students through the ages, watch as they learn and become better than us. Just as we have done since the beginning of Hogwarts."

"I love you, Amara."

"I love you too, Salazar."

My eyes snap open. The warmth of the sun had faded. My scales were cooled. It takes me a moment to figure out what had woken me from my memory. But then I feel it. Uncurling I lift my head slightly. There it was. A wave of magic brushes against me. Gently brushing against me before is feels as though a wave was crashing before against me. It felt sad and afraid. A child. It had to be a child whose magic was calling to me. Begging for help. I would answer. I begin to slither towards the call as fast as I can. I came across a big walrus like human. He was kicking and yelling at the child on the ground, who had curled into a ball to protect himself. Hissing I scramble over and throw a hissing fit. The big human scrambled away. "Get away fat man!" Of course it only came out as a hiss on his end but I took pleasure in the insult and watch him scramble away. "You better get used to the outside boy! Your sleeping out here until you quit your screaming at all hours of the night." He huffs before stomping away. The boy didn't move. He was alive just frozen. Slithering over to him I come to a stop in front of his face looking into eyes that reminded me so much of my love. I go to leave, sure that I would only frighten him further when he speaks.

"Thanks" he whispered with a hoarse voice and cracked lips. "A Parselmouth?" He winces and sits up. "Yeah, that's me. A freak who can talk to snakes." It saddens me to see such a young man have so much self hatred. Sal would be able to help him with this better than I.

"You are not a freak! You have a gift child."

"Yeah some gift. All it's done for me so far is get me called evil and make me different then everyone else." Why would being different be so bad? Maybe I can help him see it's not so bad to be what he is.

"It doesn't make you evil. It's a gift of the snake charmers from many years ago." His face scrunches in confusion as he asks hesitantly.

"What's a snake charmer?" One of the most powerful kind of beings in the magical world is what I think but not what I tell him. He wouldn't want to think he was even more different.

"It's what you are. Many years ago the snake charmers were known for there unique abilities to heal the sick and help the dying. They would travel the world to heal." He lets out a sounds of frustration before asking angrily.

"Then why hasn't anyone mentioned that to me? Why hasn't there ever been someone here that has done something good with the abilities? You have to be lying. Everyone says that people who talk to snakes are evil. They control snakes to attack others." Sighing internally and cursing greedy old headmasters. I tell him. "There has been someone who did good things with their gift." There's a look of disbelief on his face."Then why haven't I ever heard about them?" He asks me in an almost hopeful tone, but with a look on his face that says he's prepared for disappointment.

"Because history has been wrongly translated. Not all wizards are good, some have twisted the history to suite their own needs." I hiss out in anger and sadness. He shivers a bit. It's getting cold, the warmth of the sun fading from the ground he's sat on. Before he can ask anything else. I tell him that he should go inside. Or he'd catch a chill. "I can't go inside. Uncle Vernon just told me not to unless I stop screaming at night. I know I won't be able to. And I don't want him to become even angrier then usual." He has this sad and lost look on his face. A stinging pain goes through my heart. I wish I could be human and hug him right now. Take this boy into my arms and soothe the pain away. But I can't... at least not yet. Hesitantly, I make him an offer. "What if I told you that I can help you?" He gets a look on his face that really hurts my heart. Suspicion. "What would it cost me? Nothing ever comes for free."

"Child, if I could I wouldn't ask you to do anything. Sadly I can do nothing in this form. I am not just a snake. I'm a witch who's been bound to her animagous form. In order to help you I need to be unbound. If you help me then I can help you. If you don't help me then I doubt I'll find anyone else that can unbind me. I can't help you if I never get unbound. I want to help you." He has this shocked look on his face but he also looks very hesitant to trust me. "Promise that you won't let anyone hurt me anymore. That you won't let anyone else use me for their gain anymore. If you can promise me that, then I'll do whatever you ask of me." Shocked to the core I immediately respond.

"I promise that if you help me. You will never be used again. I will help you become strong, so that no one can hurt you. I can't promise that no one will ever hurt you emotionally. But I can promise to be there for you when it happens. And most importantly, I will never hurt you. That I can promise." He nods and says, "Then I will help you miss..." He stumbles and I smile internally. "You may call me Amara." "My names Harry."

"We have much to do Harry but first we must go to Diagon Alley. Then to Gringotts we will go."

"But I can't go to Gringotts. Dumbledore will know and will make me come back."

"You have me to help you now. You won't get caught."

"I'll be recognized then! The wizard world knows who I am. And Voldemort is looking for me."

"That pathetic excuse for a wizard won't get his hands on you! Besides you are a metamorphmagus.

"I'm a What?"

"A metamorphmagus, of course, you can change your features. You didn't know?" He shakes his head completely dumbfounded. "I will tell you how to change your features then. I knew you were one the second your magical aura brushed against mine."

"Magical what?" Internally sighing. This child hasn't had a very good education. I will have to fix this. "Harry, I will answer any question you have for me when we are done with Gringotts. But for now, it will have to wait."

Mini Time Skip

Being wrapped around Harry's shoulders under his shirt was odd after no human contact for so many years. But this was the only way to avoid attention. I taste the nervousness come off him. "It's Alright Harry no one will recognize you like this." He now had light brown hair, pale skin, blue eyes, and no scar. "Remember what I told you to do when you get to the bank teller. It'll be alright." Everything would be alright soon. Stepping off the night bus he goes through the secret entrance behind the bar. Walking down the alley in the dead of night was better than walking in the daylight because there weren't as many people walking around. Most places were closed, but Gringotts was open. As it always was. The goblins of Gringotts believed time was money and the best way to make more money was to be open at all hours of the day. Walking through the bank and to the teller as I had told him. He stood in front of the tall desk that held the small fierce goblin. "What do you want wizard?" The goblin asks bluntly. "I would like to access my vault teller."

"Name?" The goblin asks.

"Amara Founder." At that the goblin stops and the previous sounds of the bank came to a halt. It was dead silent until the goblin spoke again. "Why would you be seeking that vault child?" Harry clears his throat and clearly states what I told him to say. "Hogwarts and it's students are no longer safe. As is Amara's right as the schools cofounder. I declare that it is time. So mote it be." The teller stood and walked around the desk. "Follow me." He said and turned walked. We followed and eventually came to a door that the goblin knocked on. A response was given through the door in gobbledygook. "Stay" he told us.

Walked through the door. To explain to Ragnar the king of Gringotts, what was going on. He came back and told Harry to go in before he slammed the door shut. I slithered out from my hiding place and watched as Ragnar let a scary smile come out on his face. "You may sit down Harry Potter and Amara Slytherin." Harry sits down while I just stay on his shoulders. Soon I will be able to walk on my own feet again. "I would assume you are here for your things Mrs.Slytherin." On the inside I winced. I hadn't gotten around to telling Harry everything. Just that I was a Slytherin. I will tell him after the Gringotts visit. I don't want him to think that I am trying to fool him into doing something that he would think is bad. I tell Harry what to say for each thing that the goblin asks. "Amara says that she wants her trunk to be brought up here. And that she would like for a card linked to her vault so that we don't have to come every time we need galleons. And to take out the fee for that." Ragnar smiles, "There is no fee for you lady Slytherin. You have always been a friend of the goblins and will continue to be one." A warmth went through her. The founders would still have friends through this. Thinking about it for a second she tells Harry of one more thing to ask of the goblin.

"Amara would like to request that we can see my family tree and everything that I own." "But of course Heir Potter. That can most definitely be done." Ragnar pulls a sheet of parchment from his drawer. And sets it in front of Harry. Handing him dagger and says, "Three drops on the parchment." I encourage him to do as told and watch as the dagger bites into his hand and heals after three drops fall onto the parchment. Watching silently as information begins to fill the page.(A/N) I'm not going into a bunch of detail with what he owns. Because then we'd be here forever.

Hadrian James Potter

Mother: Lily Potter nee Evans.

Father: James Charles Potter

Godfather: Sirius Black

Godmother: Alice Longbottom

Heir:

Potter, Black, Peverell.

Ancient and Nobel house of Potter. 23 seats

Ancient and Nobel house of Black. 10 seats

Ancient and Nobel house of Peverell. 3 seats.

Vaults:

Potter: 5 vaults

5 million galleons

Black: 10 vaults

10 million galleons

Peverell: 1 vault

1 million galleons

Abilities:

Metamorphmagus, Parselmouth, Parselmagic, Natural Healing.

Sitting back in shock Harry stares in shock. "I'm rich?" He asks. "Well, yes I would say so. Ask Ragnar if we can see if any activity has been going on with your accounts." He relays her question to which Ragnar summons the account of Hadrian Potter to him. "Yes, there has been a bit of activity. Since the death of James and Lilly Potter there's have been 180 withdrawals."

"What for?" Harry asks confusion clear in his voice. Let's see 168 of the withdrawals. Which came out at the beginning of ever month, has gone to your current guardians. 1 withdrawal every year for the last four years, reasoning was for Hogwarts supplies. And the last 8 withdrawals were made by your magical guardian. Reasoning for the withdrawals are unclear." Harry wasn't breathing. He grabbed at his chest and collapsed. Panic attack! "Harry, child you must breath! Calm down little one it will all be alright. I promise, whatever is wrong, I'll fix it. Ragnar has moved around the desk with a vial in his hand which he poured down Harry's throat. Calming drought. Harry started to breath easier and sat up. "I'm sorry." He says with an embarrassed look. "Nothing to be sorry for little one."

"All this time, my relatives would say that they took me in out of the goodness of their hearts. That I was burden. They were getting paid? From my own vaults. Why did they treat me so badly then? I don't understand Amara. Why did they keep hurting me if they were getting money?" He asked heart broken as tears began to fall from his eyes that had returned to their usual green because of the loss of control. "I don't know Harry. I wish I could tell you why they did what they did, but I don't know why anyone would treat you the way they did. You are a special boy who has already won me over. I can't imagine ever hurting you the way they did." Harry was looking at his hands so when he spoke next it wasn't in parseltongue, it was in English as it had been since we have been talking after he said thanks. "They lied to me, over and over again just because they could. About everything, from me being a burden and a freak to my name. Did you know that I thought my name was freak until I was five years old and started school? Then I was told my name was Harry. Now I find out that my name is Hadrian. Who even am I?" I heard a snarl from Ragnar at those words. But my focus was on Harry. No his name is Hadrian.

"You are Hadrian James Potter, a young wizard who has been hurt too many times. You are a wonderful boy. And you will become an even greater man. You are exactly who you want to be. No one can force you to be anyone that you aren't. And if they try they will face my wrath."

"Heir Potter, I would gladly get back every galleon your guardians have been given." Hadrian looks to me. "It's your choice Harry. I will support whatever you decide."

Hadrian looks to Ragnar and says, "I would like that sir, and I will pay the fee for it to be done. Though is it possible to wait until I go back to Hogwarts?" A nod from Ragnar, "It will be done Heir Potter."

"Who's my magical guardian?"

Hadrian asks.

"Albus Dumbledore."

"And what, he's just been helping himself to my vault?"

"Heir Potter, the withdrawals that he made were not for galleons. He took the Potter Grimoire and a few other books from the main vault."

"He's just using me for the books in my vault then. He doesn't care about me. Can you get the books back?"

"Of course Heir Potter. We will make sure to get back every artifact taken from your vault." A trunk appears in the corner of the room. "Your trunk lady Slytherin."

"What do we do next Amara?"

"Have him shrink the trunk, we are going to do some reading. I am going to teach you what you should know and then we go to Hogwarts."

"Why are we going to Hogwarts?" He asked confused. "I thought we had to unbind you."

"The only place I can be unbound is Hogwarts. The very place I was bound."

(A/N) The end of my first chapter! This story plot just came to me and I had to write it. I hope you all enjoy and make sure to follow and leave a review to see what kind of mischief my charactersu get up to! Btw anything in italics is parser tongue. Which will mostly be what Amara is saying. Sorry if there's any mistakes I tried to edit as best I could. Though if you see any mistakes just let me know and I'll fix it!