Title: The Locket

Author: Sanna Black Slytherin

Summary: Another Harry-is-Salazar story. This time Slytherin's soul has been trapped inside his locket. Harry finds it during the summer and it accidentally releases his previously forgotten memories. The other residents of Grimmauld Place Nr 12 are not amused.

Warning: Lots of swearing. And human stupidity. You have been warned.

Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own Harry Potter. J K Rowling is the lucky girl who does.

A/N: I've decided to give the first POV thing a try. And, since I have no less than five different Harry-is-Salazar plot ideas in my mind, I just picked one. And so this story was born.

Enjoy!

The whole mess started with cleaning Grimmauld Place 12. Mrs Weasley took me, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Fred, George and Sirius as help in cleaning the house. The kitchen was already cleared and so was one of the living rooms ("Finally clean, after all those years," Sirius had sighed contentedly. The twins had snickered and asked why he kept Kreacher if he didn't use him. Sirius had flushed red and chose–wisely, in my opinion–not to answer the oh-so-innocent inquiry).

We were supposed to clean the other one the day when it happened. I was assigned the task of taking out everything from the drawers in the saloon. Funny way to spend a sunny summer day, huh? Anyway, I was just throwing all the things on the floor when something caught my eye. It was a golden locket with a green 'S' embedded in it. Somehow, it didn't seem like something the Blacks would own. I eyed it with morbid fascination, then decided to examine it closer. I took hold of the locket and pulled it out of the drawer. I eyed it, then made what I now realize was my dumbest decision in my entire life–and yet one I wouldn't undo for the world. I put the locket on. Instantly I felt a disruption in the air–or was it magic? I looked around, but no one but me seemed to notice. I turned back to the drawers to continue digging through it, but something was just... off. I didn't know what it was, though, so I set back to work.

The dinner is always noisy. I usually don't mind, hell, I usually join Fred, George and Sirius in discussing new prank ideas or talk to Hermione about some essay or other.

Today, though, was entirely different. I was grimacing through the entire meal, mentally cursing everyone else and going through a list of spells I could use to take revenge on the twins and my dear godfather.

My mood must have shown on my face, because Hermione suddenly waved a hand before my eyes. I closed them, as though trying to shun out all the sound.

"Harry?" I heard Hermione's voice. "Harry, are you alright?"

I nodded, still not opening my eyes, wanting nothing but being left alone. Unfortunately for me, Hermione didn't get the hint. "Harry? Harry–Sirius, look at him! He's got to be sick!" I could practically feel everybody's eyes on my back.

"–arry?" Sirius' voice inquired. "Are you okay?"

I finally opened my eyes and fixed them on Sirius, who, to my satisfaction, squirmed under my piercing stare. Wait–satisfaction? No, it just wasn't right. Something was definitely wrong with me today.

"Yeah, I'm alright," I said. "Just a bit tired, that's all."

The mood in the room lightened considerably and everybody returned to their previous conversations. All except Hermione. She–she just kind of stared at me, as though I was an interesting book. Ugh, now that was a disgusting comparition.

"Nice necklase you got there," she said after awhile. She pointed at the locket I found today.

I graced her with a laconic nod. Now, though, I had Sirius' attention once more. "Oh, I see you've found it," he said. "It's a family heirloom, you can keep it if you want to. I don't need it," he waved a hand and returned to the conversation he had with Ron.

Oddly enough, I found myself wanting to keep the locket. As though the locket and I had a bond... of sorts. It was silly, I knew it, and yet I couldn't imagine to part with it. It's as though it was a part of me.

Hermione did not give up her questioning, though. "Where did you find it?" she inquired.

"The drawers in the living room," I said, feeling tired and wanting nothing more that a warm, comfy bed.

"It's nice," she admitted. "But why did you take it? I mean, there was a lot of other things, why take this one?"

I shrugged; I haven't given it much thought before. It's not like you question everything you find everyday. Way too much trouble. "Curiosity, I guess," I said, closing my eyes once more.

I heard her open her mouth once more, no doubt to ask me another question, but something stopped her. Subconsciously I noticed how everybody suddenly stopped talking. I opened my eyes, only to see a–well, what was it? A ghost? A memory? A transparent vampire? (It certainly looked like one.)

Seeing as everybody else was too shocked to do, or say, anything, I decided to ask the obvious question. "Who are you?" I sneered at him.

He smirked at me. Yes, smirked. At me. I mean, what was so funny about that question? Before I could give it any thought, however, he answered, "They say, 'curiousity killed the cat', you know that?"

It took me a moment to realize that he was referring to my earlier comment.

"What kind of question is that?" I asked, now mildly annoyed.

He snorted. "A rhetorical one, moron."

He cleared his throat. "But I didn't answer your earlier question, now did I?" a few snorts were heard around the room, now that people around the table were getting over the initial shock of seeing a complete stranger in the Order of the Phoenix headquarters. "You know what? I don't feel like answering that question, at least not yet. First I'll tell you what exactly your new locket is," he pointed at the locket that was hanging around my neck.

"Once upon a time, there was a wizard named Salazar Slytherin. Long story short, he wanted to be immortal. But, see, he didn't want to use anything that would damage his soul, so he researched. A lot. Eventually he stumbed upon something called reincarnation. He was willing to try it, so he cast a spell that would cause his–ah, rebirth, in the most fitting person. He then put his whole soul into an object. That object was this very locket. He charmed it so when the chosen person donned the locket, the reincarnation process would start," the man's eyes were fixed on me by now. "That chosen someone would slowly regain Slytherin's memories–amongst other things."

He was, for some reason, evidently uncomfortable with the subject. But I didn't care. What did it have to do with me? A little voice in my head told me that, subconsciously, I already knew and just didn't want to admit it to myself. "And what does it have to do with me?" I voiced my wonders.

The man laughed. It was a cold, creepy laugh that sent chills down my spine. Just who was this man? All I knew was that I didn't want to be on his bad side; he looked to be the type that wouldn't hesitate to cast a strong Cruciatus just to get his point across. "And here I thought you were worthy," he sneered. "Apparently I was wrong."

I felt anger swirl inside me. What did he mean, I wasn't worthy? Of course I was! And just what was I supposed to be worthy of?

Apparently I let my emotions show, because the man's sneer became more pronounced and he remarked snidely, "You need to get a better control of your emotions. You cannot just let them show like this."

He focused once again on the others. "Anyway, as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted," he briefly threw a contemptuous look at me before continuing. "When this chosen person puts on the locket, he or she regain the memories of Salazar Slytherin. More than memories–habits, reflexes, knowledge and various traits, it even affects how the person looks. It can change your whole person."

As the man rambled on about something or other (which I completely tuned out), something clicked in my head. Ever since I put on this locket, I started feeling out of my character. Annoyed with people for no reason whatsoever, ignoring my friends, getting into inner feuds with them...

That's not me.

As the sudden realization hit me and my brain tried to process what I just realized, my subconsciousness listened to the man as he answered a question, no doubt posed by Hermione. He hesitated before he opened his mouth, as though thinking just how much was safe to tell. "There are known to be side effects." he said slowly and cautiously.

"What side effects?" Hermione ploughed on.

"You'd like to know, now wouldn't you? Well, it's for me to know and for you to find out," the man smirked.

Silence reigned at the kitchen once more. I broke it just a little while later. "It's me, isn't it?" I said, my brain finally catching up with the realization. "I'm the reincarnation of Salazar Slytherin. And," I added, just realizing one other thing. "You're me. I mean, you're Salazar Slytherin."

The strange man smirked a wicked and intimating way. Frankly, it scared the hell out of me. "Took you long enough, Potter," his self-satisfied smirk was still plastered on his face as he turned around to face the others. "Yes, Potter here is right on both things. I am Salazar Slytherin, and Potter here is my reincarnation."

The others around the table moved subtly (in their opinion, at least) away from me. I could understand them, of course I could, and yet I became mad at them. This time, though, I was careful not to show it.

Slytherin continued, not bothered the slightest by their reaction. "Over the next few months, Potter will gain all of Slytherin's memories, along with other things. I wouldn't bother removing the locket," he said, as I was beginning to take that blasted locket off. He smirked in a particularly vicious way. "It won't help, and will only make the–ah, transformation more painful than it needs to be," He was damn smirking! That son of a bitch!

He did a movement with his hand, as though checking his clock, the looked at us again. "Well, if we do have everything sorted out, I need to go. You know, torturing people and other fun," his face twisted into a grimace I couldn't really call a smile, then he just disappeared. Literally.

We were left staring at each other, me being stared at the most (for obvious reasons), in complete silence.

A/N: So how was it? Good? Bad? Okay? Totally crappy? I need to know these things, you know. And sorry for the unoriginal title. If someone has an idea for a better one, don't hesitate to either review or PM me; I don't bite (mostly). Also, correct me if you caught any spelling mistakes, logical ones, grammar or punctuation or anything.

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