I am not the heir of Slytherin, I am Slytherin.

Chapter 39

Winky sat in the DMLE interrogation room, sobbing into her tea towel dress. The aurors had just left and she was to head back home, but how could she?! Master Crouch was in Saint Mungo's. Master Barty was nowhere to be found. She had failed, completely failed. How disappointed her dear sweet Missy would have been if she had been alive! She had nowhere to go, no one to take care of! Maybe she could contact Dobby or Tunsy(Her friend at Hogwarts), they could probably help her find a temporary job till her master Crouch recovered.

Somewhere else

A pale-faced man with straw blond messy hair hid in the woods near Little Hangleton. He was holding a parrot as he looked around to make sure he wasn't being watched. He reached the town from where he could see the manor on the hilltop that he was to go to.

He panted as he finally reached his destination after a 3 days long journey, undetected, as he wasn't supposed to be alive.

The parrot spoke, not unlike the other parrots, but if anyone was to hear the things it usually said, they would have likely wanted to take it for exorcism. Barty found a room just as the parrot, Lord Voldemort, had instructed him to, and set it up for his master. They would be researching ways for him to regain a body after a short period of rest.

Hogwarts

Harry hurried along the corridors to the room of requirements as he was almost certain that he had solved the problem he was facing with the potion he was trying to brew. He wanted to experiment with the idea so that he could be sure whether it was over or it needed to be ruled out.

Someone observing him would have been able to see him fiddling with a thin piece of chain along his neck, and his friends probably wouldn't tell you, but it was the locket Salazar was known for and he had gotten back into the habit of wearing it and fiddling with it when he was deep in thought.

He reached the seventh-floor corridor and paced in front of a seemingly empty wall, and at the end of the third pace, an ornate wooden door appeared out of the wall. Harry pushed it open and set to arranging the place for his potion, and in his excitement, he failed to check the map or the area before entering.

George Weasley narrowed his eyes at the room that his brother's best friend went into, never having known about its existence.

Fred was in the Gryffindor common room, staring at the portrait his younger siblings had disappeared into, along with some of their other friends. Then his twin came back and told him what he had found out. Something was undoubtedly fishy.

The emerald of the boiling surface reflected its maker's eyes that stared into the cauldron. The flame under the cauldron was snuffed out as the potion was carefully ladled into vials and the vials went into Harry's potion kit bag. It was just as expected but it needed to be experimented.

When the Slytherin founder made it back into the Gryffindor common room, he was not expecting to be confronted by the Weasley twins. Fortunately, the rest of the common room was empty, everyone else being in the library to get last-minute notes before Christmas break.

"What exactly are you lot hiding from us?" Fred began.

"Disappearing into rooms that neither we nor the Marauders ever found all the time," George continued.

"Always secretive looks and smiles and sudden intelligence and maturity," Fred finished as the two leveled the Potter with identical glares. Harry cringed, not knowing what to do. The twins were going to be reincarnated as well, but should he tell them the truth already? And that too by himself?

He was saved from answering them, but instead of it being a relief, it made things worse. The rest of them came out of Godric's hidden office and froze when they saw the twins staring at them, their gaze demanding answers. Harry quickly conveyed what had happened through the mental link. The others had mixed reactions. Ron and Hermione paled slightly, Neville looked like a deer in a headlight, Luna gave a conflicted shrug and Ginny had a worried yet hopeful expression. The late Prewett twins had been part of the order, and thus her friends too.

"Ok but really what's going on with you lot?" George demanded impatiently.

"We tried giving you all time and space, but your weird behaviour is still there, and Ron and Ginny also have started behaving oddly," Fred said.

Ginny was the first to come to the conclusion, but the others were not far behind: They could no longer give excuses. They either had to tell the twins or obliviate them. They saw no point in doing the latter as the twins were also supposed to join them anyway, so after a quick mental agreement, Ginny pulled the twins into the room they had just come out of, ignoring their protests.

Apparently, Ginny had written to her aunts to send something that belonged to their husbands, something that they held dear, suspecting that they might need something to remember if they hadn't already remembered by living with their own sister. So after pulling the twins in, she left for her dorms to retrieve them.

The Prewett twins had married two muggleborn witches who were cousins. After Voldemort's downfall, they had moved to Switzerland and were living together, working in the muggle world. They were still in contact with their and their husbands' families and therefore it wasn't too unusual for Ginny to have written to them.

She came back into the room with a small parcel in her hands and shut the door hard behind herself, giving pointed stares to the twins to shut up and listen.

"So...," Neville began awkwardly, unsure how to explain it to the twins. He looked at the other founders as they were better when it came to verbally speaking.

Luna sighed fondly. Her husband couldn't explain to save his life, now could he? Then she cringed from her menstrual pain, casting a few charms to make herself a little more comfortable.

Of course, in the end it was Hermione and Ginny who had to explain because Harry was still riding a high from having successfully created the potion.

"You see," Hermione said, "All of us in this room have something in common other than being Gryffindors and magical. We all have a secret that very few know and we would like to keep it that way.

"We all were once upon a time someone else before we died. Now we all are reborn." Hermione gestured for Ginny to continue.

But instead of saying anything, she simply handed the two bemused redheads the parcel she had been carrying.

Fred tore it open to find a jewel box inside. George took it and gently flipped it open. And BAM. They nearly dropped the box in surprise by the sudden sharp pain that coursed through their beings. When they looked up, the others could see the haunted look in their eyes from remembering the last moments of their previous lives. Gently, they picked up matching pendents from inside the box that, when put together, showed a picture of Fabian and Gideon with Molly, the birthday present she had gotten them right after they had graduated from Hogwarts.

~ *Ducks the ultimate Asian weapon, the flying slipper*

Yeah yeah, I know, it's been nerly 11 months! But life hasn't been too accommodating, with a strange mixture of exams, writer's block, hating JK Rowling, traumatizing teachers (VERY SNAPE LIKE ONE WITH A TRAGIC BACKSTORY AS WELL), stray cats and kittens, and entrance exams. In fact, I'm actually in the middle of applying to college right now, but inspiration struck.

Don't ask when that will happen again.

Signing off~