Title:

The Heir of Slytherin

Summary:

At the end of the war Harry was sent back in time by the Goblins, tasked with preventing the Dark Lord from turning Goblin made artifacts into Horcruxes. If he had just killed the Dark Lord as a child it would have ensured that could never happen, how the bloody hell did he end up adopting the boy!? PAIRING: Harry / Young Moody WARNING: Spanking, Yaoi

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Chapter One

Harold Godric Slytherin, that was now his name. The Goblins had given it too him when they gave him his task. The Goblins had given him a great many thing, of course taking 'adequate compensation' as well. Not like Harry was hurting for money anyway. He was the sole heir and last member of the house of Potter as well as the named Heir of the House of Black. All the resources of the Black and Potter estates were liquidated. All the empty houses and artifacts turned into raw coin and sent back with Harry in a magical coin purse charmed with an impressive extension charm. All this money was then moved into a new account under the name 'Harold Godric Slytherin' and Harry was listed as the Heir of Slytherin in their records. Apparently the Potters were by birthright but never claimed their inheritance for political reasons. The Potters were also related to Godric Gryffindor but they weren't his heirs, the Longbottoms were. The new identity may be flashy but could even trick an unspeakable. The Goblins gave him a large island and did some questionable things Harry would never have agreed to. They gave each of the residents, over 60000 people, false memories so that they would think the island always belonged to the Slytherins instead of the Goblins. That had actually been true up until the past few decades. Salazar Slytherin had fled to this island after leaving Britain. He ruled over the island as Lord for over a century before his son took over and so on and so on. In reality that line of Slytherin had ended but the Goblins fudged the family tree to make Harry the last member of the house. He was the most direct descendant of Salazar by blood they just had to make the paperwork agree.

The Goblins proceeded to manipulate events so that the new identity followed Harry's real history as closely as possible, as he had always been a rubbish liar.

In this new life, much like the old, Harry's parents were murdered by a Dark Lord well hunting their one year old child that was destined to defeat him. When the Dark Lord tried to kill Harry he died instead. In this new history it was later discovered that Harry's mother had placed a powerful rune on the babe's head, fulled by her love and the ultimate sacrifice of dying for her child, which protected him against the killing curse. Although all this happened in the real world it was never known to the public. They thought Harry survived the curse under his own power. Even though it was a tactical mistake in his new life Harry wanted it known what his parents had done for him. Because of his mother if he was ever hit by a killing curse he would be placed in a death like sleep for all of an hour before waking up perfectly fine. Due to a magical contract both his parents signed the moment they died all their magical power was transferred to himself. It was the reason he had so much more raw power then most wizards. His mother had also used her death to set up blood wards to protect Harry from harm so long as he lived with someone of her blood. The wards prevented anyone tainted by dark magic and meant him harm from touching him as well as bent reality a bit to make him... well... luckier. Due to this luck he could survive almost anything. It wasn't impossible to kill him but it was hard. He still could get hurt pretty badly but he'd most likely survive his wounds. Unfortunately this meant he had no choice but to be moved in with his none magical relatives on his mother's side, his only relatives. These muggles were cruel and abusive and it seemed his luck didn't protect him from that either. His mother had greatly overestimated her sister's capacity for compassion. Her bitterness ran deep. The only reason she took Harry in was because the Blood Wards protected all that lived under the same roof as Harry as well. Harry grew up unloved and what was effectively a life as their slave. He did everything, cooked, cleaned, weed the garden, paint the fence and shed, all well they never lifted a finger. He'd only been three when they put him to work. The occupants of the island didn't know any of this but the Goblins made some of the muggle neighbors notice things such as the occasional black eye. The neighbors, like in real life, thought it was because Harry was a delinquent who always got in fights just like his relatives told everyone. When Harry turned seventeen and the blood wards finally fell his relatives packed up and moved away never to be seen again just like they did in real life. Throughout his years studying magic at school the Dark Lord's wraith attacked him annually well trying to get himself a new body. He eventually succeeded and forced the island into a war. Eventually Harry defeated him and made it so that the wizard couldn't even come back as a ghost. Something that didn't happen in real life was he claimed his family title after the war. The Goblins claimed that he immediately left the island after the war, due to unpleasant memories, and didn't even bother going to see his ancient family home after claiming ownership over it. According to the Paperwork he just arrived in Britain today after contracting the Goblins to build him a house in the wizarding village of Hogsmeade. The reason why the rest of the world never heard of him or the war was because although the island was large it was also very isolated.

The Goblins went to great lengths creating family members that never actually existed except on paper so it looked like the Slytherin line survived longer then it did, as well as people who 'died' in the war. They even gave various people memories of these fake victims, friends and even people who hated these imaginary people. No Harry didn't agree with the length the Goblins went to at all but it was obvious no one could tear the story apart.

Even so it didn't make sense that Harry would need such a well thought out background for what he had to do. The Goblins insisted this wasn't a matter of getting a fake ID. They had sent Harry back in time and everything had to be done precisely for the action not to be notice. The Goblins of the future sent back the plans for all this with Harry as well as the compensation for all the work they had to do which was exactly 37% of all of Harry's money but again he was still the richest man on the planet even after that.

Harry's job was to make sure specific Goblin artifacts didn't become tainted by black magic and the easiest way to do that was to kill the Dark Lord who did it before he had a chance... this had all gone so wrong.

The horrible disgusting evil Dark Lord Voldemort was currently an eight year old boy named Tom Riddle. The boy was standing in a pet shop, one Harry had followed him to from the orphanage. The boy was smiling and laughing looking so... innocent as he hissed words at the snakes that no one but them understood. Harry stood nearby trying to build up the nerve to go through with it. 'This is Voldemort' he thought to himself, kept insisting to himself, but the boy didn't look evil or vengeful just... sad. There was something in his laughter, as if he didn't do it often.

"Did ssssspeaker do well on his test?" asked the snake, a young boa constrictor with white scales and a few darker orange stripes.

"I always do well" Tom, no not Tom 'Voldemort', rolled his eyes "Test are easy... unless it's gym but those aren't really test anyway. So what if I can't climb a rope? Not like I'd ever need that"

"Climbing is important hatchling" the Snake informed and the boy made a face at it. The snake sighed "How can you expect to hide from predators if you can't climb?"

"Humans don't have 'predators' and you might not have noticed this but neither do you. Hard to have predators when you spend all day in a glass cage"

The snake just looked at him for a second "Climbing can still be fun" the snake demonstrated this by climbing up his fake tree prop

"Oh yes what remarkable fun" The boy rolled his eyes.

They talked for over an hour about nothing in particular, unaware that at the other side of the store a man was losing his nerve to commit a horrible deed. Then the snake asked something that shattered it completely.

"Those boys still bothering you?"

The boy looked down "I-it's not so bad. If I stay out of their way they don't mess with me. I only got beat up twice this week"

"It's only three days into the week and you've been hiding out here all day. Not that I'm complaining as I do enjoy the company" The snake quickly insisted

"How does a snake know what a week is not to mention how far into it we are?"

The snake pointed at a calendar on the wall with three boxes crossed out.

"Oh... guess that is a little obvious... how do snakes count?"

"You humans are not so genetically superior as you might think" the snake scoffed "And don't change the subject"

The boy sighed defeated "Can we please just not. They're jerks but like I need them anyway. I got you. You're my best friend. I'm saving up money so that I can buy you and then you won't just have a cage to crawl around. You'll be able to go anywhere in my room"

"That would be nice" the snake allowed the change in subject after all and they talked about how great it would be when they could finally live together.

That's when a man came and picked the snake up out of the cage.

"What? Where are you taking Gobbler" the boy demanded as the snake was put into a box.

"Sorry kid the guy at the counter bought him" the man said not understanding that the snake was screaming "Tommy" and begging not to go.

Harry looked over at the man at the counter, who didn't seem to notice what he was putting the child through.

"But, But I told you I'd have the money next week!"

"Well he has it now. Sorry kid we got lots of other snakes for you to hiss at. When you have the money then you can pick out a new snake"

"No please, you don't understand"

"Kid quite it down or I'll have to kick you out of the story"

"Don't!" Tom begged grabbing the shop keeper's wrist. The man screamed dropping the box. The man pushed the kid away and looked at his wrist. There was a small burn mark in the shape of the child's hand.

"What... what the bloody hell are you!?" The man gasped.

Tom looked at the burn with large eyes clearly not understanding what just happened. He grabbed the box and ran as fast as he could out the door.

The man went to the phone to call the police when Harry once again fell pry to his 'saving people' compulsion.

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Tom was breathing heavily. He had run all the way back to the orphanage and locked himself in his room. He didn't understand what happened but he had Gobbler and that's what was important... but for how long? The cops were going to show up any minute and take his one and only friend away. What was he going to do? What could he do? This was impossible he- The door knob suddenly jiggled.

'Already!' Tome screamed in his head. No this couldn't be happening. It couldn't! He wouldn't let it! The sound of the master key being placed in the lock forced his heart to stop. Tears streamed down his eyes as the door opened. All he could do was hug the box for as long as he could.

"Relax hatchling" Tom blinked, the tears momentarily freezing from shock as he heard the sound of hissing but not coming from the box. It sounded like it came from a human voice. Looking up he saw a young man with short messy hair and green eyes, a scar in the shape of a lightning bolt on his forehead. He had large round glassed and was dressed in a nice suit. The man was standing next to the woman who ran the orphanage "I took care of it" said the man well the woman looked at him oddly.

She coughed to let her presences be know "Congratulations Tom" she smiled "Mister Slytherin here just finished filling out the paperwork. You're officially his ward"

"W-wha?" Tom tried to form words.

Everything from there happened so quickly. What few things he owned were put in boxes and brought out to a car. Not just any car either but a limo! Mr Slytherin put the things in the trunk, save for the box with Gobbler that he allowed Tom to keep a hold of. Then they drove off.

"Don't worry about the shop keeper" The man smiled "I paid for the snake, plus a little extra along with a little bit of memory altering"

"Y-you were at the shop?" He blinked

"Over heard an interesting conversation between a boy and a snake. Not many Parseltongues left in the world"

"P-Parseltongues?" Tom blinked again

"People who can talk to snakes" the man explained "It's a very rare gift"

"Y-you know what's wrong with me?" Tom asked

Mr Slytherin looked at him a moment before saying admittedly "Nothing" He waited a few seconds to let that sink in "You are different Tom but that's not a bad thing"

The boy snorted

The man just smile "Have you ever had anything strange happen? Anything you couldn't explain?" as the boy nodded the man explained "You're a wizard Tom"

The boy looked at him like he was insane.

Slytherin smiled and pulled a stick out of his sleeve. Tom flinched thinking he was about to be beaten for daring to imply the man was wrong even though it was obvious. It wouldn't be the first time that happened, but Slytherin flicked his wand in the air and suddenly the empty seat in front of them turned into a small humming bird. The bird flew around Tom's head a few times before landing back in front of them and turning into a seat again.

Tom's mouth dropped, along with his snake's who was peeking outside a hole in the box.

"How do you think I got to your orphanage before you did with enough time to fill out adoption papers?" Slytherin smiled "I used magic to make me blink out of existence and blink back just outside the orphanage. Saved me about a thirty minute walk"

"Wow..." Tom stared "H-how was the car there then?"

"I used magic to contact one of my... butlers" Slytherin seemed to have trouble giving his employee a title.

Tom looked at the front of the car but their was a black glass window he couldn't see through. He'd have to wait until they reached their destination before meeting the people who worked for his new adoptive father.

"You seem quite" Slytherin noticed after a few awkward minutes in silence "Thought it was every kids dream to be adopted by a filthy rich, long lost relative"

"RELATIVE!?" Tom gaped

Slytherin nodded "Parseltongue is a very rare gift. Only descendants of a specific wizarding family can speak it naturally. Others can learn it but none of them are very fluent and I doubt a boy growing up in the muggle would would have access to those books... I don't imagine we are closely related, probably one hundred cousins apart at best, but the connection is undoubtedly there"

"Oh..." Tom couldn't think of anything else to say "S-so that is why you adopted me"

"Honestly? That little incident back at the pet shop hit a little too close to home" Slytherin admitted but didn't explain anything further "I hope you'll like my house. I bought it through the Goblins. Never actually been to it but the Goblins were thorough in their questions of what I would want in an estate and used their magic to build it all for me in Hogsmeade. They promised it be finished in an hour and it's been several"

"Hogsmeade? Goblins? An hour!?" Tom's head was spinning

"Yeah I had a good bit of culture shock to when I was first brought into the magical world. I'd love to tell you 'you'll get used to it' but I still haven't... and part of me hopes I never do. Magic should stay, well, magical"

Tom nodded his understanding.

"So who's your friend?" Slytherin asked looking at the box

Tom hesitantly opened the box and pulled out the Snake "This is Mouse Gobbler"

"Mouse Gobbler?" The man smiled amused, that was good wasn't it?

Tom blushed a bit all the same "It's the only name he'd agree to. He really didn't want one but I didn't want to just go around calling him 'Snake' all the time"

"Snakes can be funny when it comes to names" Slytherin agreed

"No kidding" Tom snorted well Slytherin introduced himself to Gobbler

"It's nice to meet you Mouse Gobbler"

The snake nodded his and gave a similar greeting.

"My what handsome scales you have. You must be quite deadly to display such colors"

The snake beamed at Slytherin with clear pride.

"He's a boa" Tom looked confused "He's not even poisonous"

The snake glared at Tom for that

"You don't need to be poisonous to be deadly" Slytherin assured and the snake nodded adamantly

"He's just trying to butter you up" Tom told his friend who scowled

"I am not so harmless as you might think hatchling!"

"Please you've never even bitten anyone before" Tom rolled his eyes

The snake's jaw dropped, looking completely affronted "Why you rude little brat!" the snake hissed "You don't even have any fangs!"

"Got lots of teeth though" Tom opened his mouth to show off his teeth

"FLAT TEETH! What good are they!?" the snake glared

The boy and his snake playfully bickered for a little bit until the car got out of the city. Once no cars were around them the limo suddenly jerked forward. Tom was thrown back in his seat as the trees zoomed by at impossible speeds. The car started jumping up and down from bumps but it still took Tom a minute to realize they were off road. Everything blurred together until the car suddenly stopped and Tom nearly flew out of his chair.

Gobbler screamed "What madness was THAT!?" just as the door opened. A tinny creature with huge floppy ears and a long sharp nose greeted them.

"We is welcoming you Master Slytherin sir!" the creature spoke in a high pitch squeak with a huge smile on his face "Twinkle is head elf and most happiest to serve most honorable new Master Slytherin"

"errr Thanks" Slytherin looked a bit awkward as he stepped out of the car "This is my ward Tom" he signaled Tom to come out and boy hesitantly did. Slytherin was studying the pillow case the elf was wearing as it greeted Tom "Would it be okay if you and the others wore uniforms? I know I can't give you clothes but can't you go into town and purchase some fabrics to make your own?"

The elves eyes started to tear up "Master Slytherin would give Twinkle such an honor of a uniform"

"Errrr yeah, for you and the others to" Slytherin pulled out an old time coin purse and handed it over to the creature "Make sure they're nice and give me the purse back when your done shopping"

"O-of course Great Master Slytherin!... A-after the tour?" the creature asked

"With how detailed the goblins were in their blueprints I'm sure I already know where everything is. Go have fun picking out fabrics. Deciding on a uniform should be a task for the head elf no?"

"Yes Master Slytherin!" The creature cheered before popping away in a puff of smoke.

"W-was that your... slave?" Tom almost didn't ask

"Well not exactly" Slytherin nervously scratched his cheek "House Elves like serving people. They actually bind themselves to a wizarding family with their own magics. They believe it is a terrible insult to be offered money in exchange for their services and the greatest dishonor there is for them is for their master to release them from service. Lots of people forget that just because house elves like to be given orders they aren't weak. Elves are actually much more powerful then wizards. Only Dragons have more magical energy. They just... have an odd set of cultural norms"

Tom nodded, trying to process this.

"Honestly house elves make me feel a tad guilty even if they like doing it but if I offered them freedom most will start crying hysterically and begging me not to do it. Just treat the elves kindly and there won't be a problem"

Tom nodded again as Slytherin walked them inside. More elves were getting the boy's belongings out of the trunk.

"The Goblins provided the elves along with the house" Slytherin informed "I didn't really have a choice in the matter"

"What do you mean?" Tom asked

"I'm not really used to... any of this" Slytherin confessed "I grew up with very little and it was only after I came of age could I claim my ancestral name. I'm really don't know what I'm supposed to do now that I'm a Lord. The Goblins insisted there were some things a person in my position has to have. An overly large home filled with elves to care for it is one of them" he shrugged "Let's go check it out"

Tom smiled staring at the huge house on the outskirts of town. His new home and his new life was about to begin, in world of magic. After all, he was the heir of Slytherin.