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"Talking"

'Parseltongue'

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Contrary to popular opinion, Lord Voldemort was not a muggle-hating psychopath who did not care for others. Instead, he was an individual who saw the corruption in the wizarding world and had vowed to change it. As he had tried to gain power to accomplish his goal, Albus Dumbledore, the so-called Lord of the Light, saw him as a threat to him and his power. It was the old ways that had allowed him to become the Lord of the Light, and anything that wanted to change the old ways was a threat. He monitored every family who had a vote on the Wizengamot, and would destroy that family if they were involved with Lord Voldemort. So Dumbledore watched as a cloaked figure approached the Potter house. Watched and waited.

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Lord Voldemort rang the doorbell on the Potter house. As he waited, he mused over what had convinced the Potters to join him. Mainly, it was Lily because of her status as a muggle-born, but James had always been the rebellious type. Especially since Dumbledore had helped pass a law concerning the hunting of werewolves. He was shaken out of his musing as Lily opened the door.

"Oh, hi Tom," she said, "come in, come in."

"Don't mind if I do, Lily," said Voldemort, "is James home?"

"He should be soon. He's probably out with Sirius somewhere, doing who knows what."

Voldemort and Lily walked into the sitting room, where Voldemort took off his hood. Shaking his head, he brushed a few strands of his long, black hair out of his face before sitting down.

"And where's baby Harry?"

"He's up in his room. He turned Remus pink today, so he's sleeping it off. Anyway, Peter said that Lucius has come back from America?"

"Yes, he did a rather good job at persuading President Reagan and President Collins to not interfere over here if Dumbledore tries to get them to help. He also tells me that the Admiral's forces are ready to leave America. We should be able to get the Dark Angels and the Moon Clan assembled in the next few days, and then…"

The front door opened, and a voice said, "Honey, I'm home."

"I'm in the sitting room," Lily yelled back, "Tom's here too."

Footsteps sounded around the corner and James poked his head in on his way to the bedroom. He wore his best robes, although they were a bit wrinkled.

"Hey Tom," he said, "I'll be down in a few minutes."

Voldemort waved his hand as more footsteps were heard and another head popped around the corner.

"What's goin' on, Tom?" said Sirius Black.

"I'll tell you when James gets back down here," said Voldemort.

"Okey-dokey. Tiger-Lily, you might want to take a look at your kitchen. Did Harry do something to it?"

"SIRIUS ORION BLACK, what did you do to my kitchen??!!" yelled Lily.

Sirius gulped. "Nothing, Tiger-Lily, absolutely nothing," he said, while backing towards the stairs.

Lily stood up, took out her wand, and waved it in a threatening manner. This was all that was needed for Sirius to bolt up the stairs to Harry's room, where he usually slept when he stayed over. Soon, James came back down the stairs wearing a muggle t-shirt saying "Led Zeppelin" and plain muggle jeans. Sirius followed him trying to hide from the glare that Lily was sending his way. Sirius was also holding Harry, who was looking at everyone with a smile on his face. Sirius handed Harry to Lily, who stopped looking so fierce immediately. She poked his nose, and he giggled and then quieted down when Voldemort started to speak.

"Everything is ready. Iselde and Jameson say that they are going to bring some new allies with them in three days, by which time the Admiral…"

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A happy Lord Voldemort exited the Potter household a few hours later. His lieutenants had managed to devise some backup plans for the attack and Harry was doing well. Almost nothing could ruin his good spirits as he apparated back to his headquarters.

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Albus Dumbledore apparated into Godrics Hollow an hour after Voldemort had left, and a half hour after Sirius went shopping. He pulled out his deluminator, and clicked it until the neighborhood was in darkness. He walked up the Potter's steps, his white robes billowing behind him in the wind.

The light was on in the sitting room, and it flickered different colors, indicating that the muggle TV was on. After taking a few deep breaths, Dumbledore blasted down the door. Immediately, footsteps sounded in the hallway and James appeared, wand out. As soon as he saw Dumbledore, he shouted "Lily, it's Dumbledore. Get Harry, I'll hold him off."

Dumbledore just laughed. How pathetic did they think he was? Immediately, he sent a Reducto at James, who blocked it and sent a borderline dark curse back at him. Meanwhile, Lily had grabbed Harry from his crib and started looking for a way out. The window was too small and…She heard a crash from downstairs and was certain that James had just fallen. Sure enough, a long bearded shadow was walking down the hall. Soon, it reached the doorway where Dumbledore stood, eyes twinkling in overdrive, while he still managed to look powerful. Lily thought he looked like a powerful idiot.

"I expected better things from you, Lily. But, no matter. In an hour, aurors will arrive and think that Voldemort has committed another crime, while I will be the hero who fought off The Dark Lord. Avada Kedavra."

Lily fell to the floor, eyes glazed over, her hand still touching Harry's. Dumbledore whispered those same two words directed at Harry, but something reflected it into the ceiling which collapsed. By the time the last piece had fallen, Dumbledore had apparated back to Hogwarts. Miraculously, two bright green eyes with a lightning bolt scar above them shone out of the rubble, to be found by the aurors later that night,

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Harry Potter slept as he was placed on the doorstep of Number 4 Privet Drive by Albus Dumbledore, who still shocked by what had happened the night before. The killing curse had rebounded, but luckily, not on him. It would be in Harry's best interests, he had decided, to be placed with his relatives, the magic-hating Dursleys. He would grow up weak and would look to Dumbledore as his savior when he was rescued. In, the meantime, he would say that Voldemort had been vanquished.

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Lord Voldemort wondered where things had gone wrong. His brightest lieutenants were dead, their house destroyed and there was no trace of Harry. On top of that, he was blamed, like usual, and supposedly dead. The corrupt wizarding world was celebrating his "downfall." He had asked Lucius to check where Harry had gone with the Ministry and he was due to report any minute now. Right on que, Lucius burst through the door.

"Lucius, what news do you have?" asked Voldemort.

"Tom, he has been taken to his relatives, the Dursleys. They're muggles," panted Lucius.

"Well, that makes my job easier. You have done well."

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Voldemort arrived at Number 4 Privet Drive at 9 o'clock that night. He was dressed as a muggle business man because of the mindset of the Dursleys. He rang the doorbell and waited. The door was opened by a whale of a man.

"Who are you? Do you know what time it is?" barked the man in a gruff voice.

"Are you Vernon Dursley?" said Voldemort.

"Yes."

"I have learned that you have come into possession of a small child named Harry Potter. I am here to take custody of him seeing as you devote your attention on your other child and will most likely leave nothing for Harry. As such, you are unable to properly take care of him."

Vernon's face lit up at the prospect of not having to raise the "worthless freak."

"Well sure. Let me get the papers."

Vernon turned around, trundling up the stairs. Voldemort walked in to the hallway, waiting by the foot of the stairs. Vernon soon came down the stairs, waving several pieces of paper.

"Here you are sir. Never wanted to take care of that worthless freak anyway."

As he said this, Voldemort simmered with anger. Schooling his features, he asked, "Where is Harry?"

"Oh, he's down here." Walking around the stairs, he opened the cupboard under the stairs and pulled out Harry, still sleeping peacefully. He handed Harry to the now pissed off Voldemort, who pulled out his wand.

"I don't like your attitude Dursley. However, if you disappeared, Dumbledore would ask questions. Obliviate. You will remember taking Harry in, but he ran away. You will not remember me and if anyone asks about him, tell them he ran away."

With that, Voldemort grabbed Harry and left the house. He apparated out as soon as he reached the range of the wards, appearing in the hall of his headquarters.

"Dinky!" He called.

A house-elf appeared, wearing a green pillowcase.

"Yes master?" said the house-elf.

"Take care of Harry for tomorrow. Let no one disturb him. Bring him to me two days from now."

"Yes master." The house-elf bowed and took Harry, disappearing with a small pop.

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Two days later, Voldemort was getting ready to meet the Queen of the Vampires and the Werewolf pack leader. Apparently, they also were bringing some new allies. The reason that he wanted Harry here was because he would be busy in other countries and would be unable to take care of Harry. He planned on asking Iselde to take care of Harry.

Dinky popped in, carrying Harry.

"Dinky has done as Master asked. Harry has been taken care of," said Dinky.

"Thank you Dinky. You may go now."

Dinky disappeared and another house elf popped in.

"Master, the guests have arrived," said the new arrival.

"Excellent. Show them in."

The house-elf bowed. "As you wish Master," it said before popping away again.

Soon, it walked through the doors, leading a beautiful vampiress, a gruff looking man and two hooded figures, one short and one tall.

"It is a pleasure to see you again Iselde, Jake," said Voldemort, rising from his position at head of the table. Harry lay on the table before him.

"As always Tom," said Iselde, smiling.

"And who are our guests?" asked Voldemort.

"May I introduce to you Matthew Fireclaw of the Dragon Clan and Mizuki Ashinawa of the Cat Tribe."

The figures threw back their hoods to reveal a tall man with spiked red and orange hair and red horns spiraling from his head. He had long fangs in his mouth and his eyes were red and slit just like dragons eyes. The other figure was a short Japanese woman with white cat ears and soft blue eyes that were also slits.

Shaking their hands, Voldemort said, "A pleasure to meet you Mr. Fireclaw and Ms. Ashinawa."

"Please, call me Matthew," said Matthew.

"And call me Mizuki," said Mizuki.

"Of course, and call me Tom," said Voldemort, "sit down, please."

"So, what news do you have?" asked Voldemort.

Jake Jameson, the Werewolf leader, spoke up in his gruff baritone. "My pack, although unhappy about the attack being delayed, are excited to leave for America. Several of them have relatives over there, and we hope to grow bigger."

"My clan has expressed interest in staying in the U.K. They love Scotland especially," said Iselde.

"My clan will head to Africa, to explore the rumors of another dragon clan there," said Matthew.

"And my tribe will be staying here as well," said Mizuki.

"Excellent, excellent," said Voldemort, "I will keep in contact with all of you. Now, Iselde, I have a request of you."

"Yes Tom?"

"Harry here is the last remaining member of the Potter family. As I will be busy in China, I will be most grateful if you could look after him."

At this point, Harry started crying. Voldemort looked at him, and was alarmed to see that his skin was paling.

"Dinky!" yelled Voldemort.

Dinky popped into the room next to Voldemort.

"Yes Master?" she asked.

"What is wrong with Harry?"

Dinky used some house-elf equivalent of a diagnostics charm.

"Master, Harry's magic was still connected to his mother's when she died. He is also dying," said the house-elf in a grave voice.

Voldemort was shocked while Matthew, Mizuki and Jake paled. Iselde started muttering "Turning…. Daywalker…. Wrist," and then looked at Voldemort.

"Tom, I think that the only way he would survive is for me to turn him," she said.

Voldemort thought for a second, then nodded.

"Do what you must," he said.

Quickly, Iselde slashed her wrist with her fangs, and pressed the wound to Harry's mouth. He sucked on it greedily, color rapidly returning to his face. Once he had returned to his normal color, Iselde removed her wrist and licked it, sealing the wound.

Turning to Voldemort, she said, "He will be a daywalker because he has not been bitten. I will take care of him."

"I thank you from the bottom of my heart, Iselde. I thank the rest of you too, for helping me so much," said Voldemort.

The four nodded, and Iselde picked Harry up from the table. Already, small fangs were showing through from his upper mouth. Iselde smiled at her new charge. She had always wanted a son.

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10 years later

"Luke!" yelled the black haired daywalker.

A blond of the same age as Harry poked his head around the door and walked into the room. "What Harry?"

"Where's Samantha?"

"I think she's hunting rats."

"Ugh. Always when I need to leave. I still don't see why I have to go to that stupid school."

"Because your Uncle Tom says you need to learn wizarding magic too."

"It's still stupid. Why can't he teach me?"

"Think of it this way: Blaise will be there."

Harry blushed. "How did you know about that?"

"I have my ways."

"Well, you're all excited because you get to see Daphne."

"Humph."

At this moment a green basilisk slithered into the room and slithered onto Harry's trunk.

'Samantha, where have you been?'

'Hunting.'

'You knew we needed to leave this morning'

'Well I was hungry.'

Harry looked into her eyes. As her bonded, he was not hurt, even when she didn't have her third eyelid over her eyes.

"You know, no matter how much I hear you speak in that language, it's still strange," said a voice from the doorway.

Harry looked up to see his Uncle Sirius standing there.

"Uncle Sirius!" Harry yelled and ran over to him.

"Well, are you ready to go?"

"I guess. Where's Aunt Bella?"

"She had to go talk to the Admiral."

"Ohhhhh."

"She'll be careful."

"Just like you, huh?"

"You rascal!"

Harry shrugged. "Whatever. Anyway, I thought it was time to go."

"Oh yeah, Remus is downstairs with your mother."

Sirius levitated Harry and Luke's trunks out the door and down the stairs, Samantha hissing in excitement.

Harry and Luke followed, walking slowly down the stairs as it was the last time they would see them for at least half a year. They reached the sitting room of the house, and Iselde grabbed Harry in a hug.

"You be good, alright?" she said.

"I will mum," said Harry.

"Good. I don't want a note saying that you bit a teacher or anything. I don't want them to even find out what you are, alright?"

"Yes mum."

"Ok. You be good for Remus. Same goes for you, Luke."

"Yes ma'am," said the only other daywalker child.

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They arrived at Kings Cross station half an hour early. Grabbing carts, they loaded the trunks onto them, and walked towards platforms 9 and 10.

Remus pointed towards the barrier that separated platforms 9 and 10.

"The entrance to the platform is right there. Don't be afraid that you will crash. It helps if you do it at a bit of a run."

Together, Harry and Luke jogged towards the barrier, and soon where staring at the black and red train engine of the Hogwarts Express. Remus followed them and they soon found a compartment towards the end of the train. After loading the trunks onto the racks, Remus said that he had to go.

"Jake wants to talk to me soon and I have to be ready. Write sometime."

"I will," said Harry.

"Good. See you at Christmas."

Remus left, and soon the train was packed with students. Parents waved good bye and late students hurried to get on the train. As soon as the big clock over the entrance struck ten, the train left. As soon as the train got out of the city, the compartment door opened, and two girls poked their heads in.

"There you are," said the taller one, who had blue eyes and black hair, "We looked all over for you."

"Well, here we are," said Harry with a smile.

"Yeah, here you are," said the shorter one, who had blond hair and green eyes.

The taller one, Blaise Zabini, sat down next to Harry and the other, Daphne Greengrass, sat next to Luke.

"So, how are you doing Mr. Potter?"

"Better, now that you're here."

"Hey you weren't doing too bad before either," Luke pointed out.

"But now the day's perfect, wouldn't you agree?"

Luke shrugged. "Sure," he said.

Blaise giggled. "You're so sweet, Mr. Daywalker."

Blaise and Daphne knew exactly what Harry and Luke were, as they were the daughters of some of Voldemort's closest friends, and Daphne was actually a relative of Iselde.

The four of them made small talk for a while, until the compartment door slid open again.

In the doorway stood a red headed boy, a black boy and a bushy-haired girl.

"They're saying all down the train that Harry Potter is in this compartment. You're him, aren't you?" said the red headed boy.

"Why does it matter?" Harry said coolly.

Disconcerted, the boy managed to stutter, "We-well you're famous."

"I am well aware of that fact. And if you just came to gawk at me, would you kindly get out?"

Ignoring the last remark, the boy said, "I'm Ron Weasley. My parents were friends of your parents."

Harry snorted. "I highly doubt that. See, I know who my parents were friends with."

Ron recoiled, about to retort, but the bushy-haired girl butted in.

"I've read all about you," she said, "You're in Amazing Feats of the 20th Century, Rise and Fall of the Darkness, and you have several biographies."

Harry sighed. This was just great. He had several books written about him that knew nothing about him.

"Would you three get out, you're starting to get on our nerves," said Blaise, standing up.

"I don't believe I was talking to you," said Ron.

Harry sighed and hissed, waking up Samantha who poked her head out from under the seats where she had taken refuge. Hissing, Samantha bared her fangs, sending the three scrambling out the door. They ran towards the front of the train while the four in the compartment laughed.

"Did you see the girl's face? That was priceless," said Daphne.

"I know . And the Weasel looked like he was going to crap himself," said Luke.

The others started laughing again. Blaise, who was still standing, fell onto Harry who did nothing to rectify the situation. In fact, he looked rather pleased. After a while, they calmed down and Blaise slid onto the seat next to Harry, blushing a little.

"So what house do you think you'll be in?" asked Harry.

"Slytherin," said Daphne and Blaise immediately.

Luke had to think for a minute, before he said, "Probably Slytherin or Ravenclaw."

"Slytherin for you then," said Blaise.

"Why?"

"Because you're not smart enough to be in Ravenclaw."

"Hey!!"

Daphne and Harry snorted, before Daphne whacked Blaise on the head.

"Owwwwwww!! That wasn't very nice!" said Blaise.

"Anyway, I'm not sure what house I'll be in. My parents were in Gryffindor and Uncle Matthew says I'm brave enough to be a lion. According to Uncle Sirius, I'm loyal and mum says I'm smart. But I was hoping for Slytherin, like Uncle Tom."

"Well, I hope Slytherin too, because I KNOW that's where we are going," said Blaise.

Harry smiled at her, and they talked for the rest of the ride.

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Getting off the train, the four of them followed the other first years to where a large man was yelling, "Firs' years, firs' years over here."

As soon as it looked like everyone was there, he said, "Alrigh' if you would follow me."

Turning around, he walked down a short hill, to where a small fleet of boats sat on the edge of a huge lake.

"Alrigh' get in the boats, no more'n four to one boat," said the large man.

The four quickly got into a boat together, and when everyone was in a boat, the man said, "Alrigh' then, FORWARD."

As soon as he said this, the boats moved towards the other side of the lake, where a huge castle stood, slowly becoming visible in the fog, They went beneath the castle, under a curtain of ivy, and landed near a flight of stairs that lead up to two grand double doors. Walking up the steps, the man knocked on the doors three times. The doors opened to reveal a stern looking witch.

"The firs' years, Professor," said the man.

"Thank you, Hagrid," said the witch.

Hagrid started to walk back down to the boats, but paused. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a toad.

"Is this anyone's toad?" he asked.

A large, yet timid boy stepped forward. "It's mine," squeaked the boy.

"There yeh go now. Take better care of him," said Hagrid.

"Ye-yes sir."

Hagrid turned, and once again headed down to the boats.

"Welcome to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry," said the witch in the doorway, "I am the Deputy Headmistress Prof. McGonagall. If you would follow me."

They filed through the doors and through a grand hallway. Then they turned to the right into a room that was obviously a waiting room.

"Here you will wait while the rest of the school sits down. I will come and get you when it is time for the Sorting. And I suggest that some of you smarten yourselves up a bit," said Prof. McGonagall.

Her gaze lingered on Weasley, who had a smudge of dirt on his nose, and Neville, whose shirt was halfway tucked in. She then swept out of the room. As soon as she left, muttering broke out in between the students.

"I heard we had to wrestle a troll."

"I hope I get into Ravenclaw."

"… I learned the Jelly-Legs jinx and the Levitation charm…"

"Slytherin, Slytherin, Slytherin, Slytherin…"

This one actually came from right next to Harry. He turned and looked at the culprit, Luke.

"Man, relax. If you really want to be in Slytherin, I'm sure the Hat will let you," said Harry.

Luke gave a lopsided smile. "Thanks, man," he whispered.

At this point, the doors opened again and McGonagall stepped back in.

"It is time for the Sorting. Please get in a single file line and follow me," she said.

They got in a line and marched out and into the Great Hall. They gasped at the ceiling, shied away from the older students and some looked with confusion at the ragged old hat that was on a stool at the front of the hall. As soon as the line stopped, a crack appeared in the hat, and it started to sing. After the song was done, McGonagall pulled out a scroll from her robes and called out a name.

"Abbot, Hannah."

The girl ran up and put the hat on her head. Soon it yelled "HUFFLEPUFF," and she ran to the Hufflepuff Table. After about three dozen more people, the professor called, "Potter, Harry." As Harry walked up to the stool, he noticed that everyone was staring at him, and people were muttering things like, "THE Harry Potter?" and "I heard he was raised by muggles."

Harry reached the stool and jammed the hat onto his head. Immediately, he heard the hat's voice speaking to him.

"Ahh, a daywalker. I haven't had the pleasure of sorting one of your kind for centuries. Always a challenge, always a challenge. Now, where to place you? You are brave yes, but I see that spark of ambition. You are loyal to a fault, yet smart as an owl. Yes, yes, you are one tough customer. Ahh, I see you are a parseltongue. What's this? You are also a shifter and a multi animagus? My, my, Mr. Potter, you are full of surprises. Now, better be SLYTHERIN!"

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Wow, nine pages. That's a lot, for me at least. I hope you enjoyed it.

For those of you who read The New Marauders, I have not given up on it. At first I had too few ideas to write another chapter, but now I have so many I don't know where to start. I hope to get a chapter up before the New Year.

REVIEW PLEASE!! It is much appreciated.