A revival of the Slytherin instincts

Accusations

"This is all your fucking fault." Harry whispered to himself. He had gotten his uncle and himself captured by the rat like man... 'the rat like man...' Harry gasped. "You! You are the one who branded my best friend!" The rat faced man looked at him in amusement, "Of course I did, my master does not want a magical mark on anyone that he has not put there. It would do me no good to get myself in trouble the dark lord." Harry allowed his Veela loose, and ripped through the magical binds. He forced himself up, and punched the rat faced man in the stomach. "You are a disgusting piece of filth, and you will rue the day you ever touched him." The man gasped in pain, and stumbled back, right into large cauldron. He caught himself before he could fall into it, and instead added his hand. "Flesh of thine most loyal servant, happily given." The man grabbed a piece of bone from inside an open grave, and tossed that in too. "Bone of the father, unknowingly blessed." Then, the man walked over to Harry, and cut his arm. "Blood of the enemy, unwillingly shed." Harry yelled instead, "I give my blood freely, so that my enemy may face me like a man." The cauldron bubbled, and boiled, and finally... a slimy, scaly, horrid looking man rose from its depths. "I, am Lord Voldemort, and you must be Harry Potter." Harry grabbed his uncle, and forced his magic to work. He apparated them both to a Potter property, one that was impossible to get to unless invited in by Harry himself. "Uncle Regulus, welcome home." Regulus looked at his nephew in astonishment... this boy had just allowed the greatest evil ever known to walk the earth again, all to save him. "Lad, you are either insane... or far too brave." Harry smiled, before sticking his head into the floo. "Oi, you lot, get over here! I have one last guest for you all to meet!", he pulled his head out, "I prefer to say I'm a genius." Harry says, laughing as his family all scramble through. Harry is immediately pounced on by Draco, Blaise waiting his turn impatiently. "Calm down you lot, I'm fine. I was just portkeyed to a graveyard... oh, and The Dark Lord is back. So, we might want to be careful." Everyone looked at him in shock, before starting to question him. Harry sighed, and explained.
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"You mean to tell me, you were brought to a graveyard, and immediately decided that the best course of action was to stick around?", Severus asks his son in disbelief. "Only until I saved Regulus, Dad. I couldn't let my uncle be in danger, it just wouldn't do." Harry replied calmly. Everyone facepalmed, before Blaise finally hugged him. Harry held him tight, before sayin softly, "That rat will pay for hurting you, Love. I promise, I will make sure he suffers for ever touching you." Blaise hugs him tighter, burying his head into Harry's neck.