Sweet Deception

CHAPTER EIGHT: The Rebirth of Salazar Slytherin

Hermione dragged Harry to an empty classroom and lay him on the floor. She left and went to the dungeons, got cauldrons and a few ingredients, and went back to the classroom. When she returned, she found that Harry was awake.

"Ah, so nice of you to rejoin us, Harry!" she said cheerfully. "I was beginning to think that I hit you too hard for your own good!"

Harry rubbed his head. "Hermione -- what -- what's going on? What do you mean you hit me?" He groaned.

Hermione shook her head. "I'm not Hermione! Gee! I thought you might have noticed that by now!"

"Not Hermione?" Harry felt utterly confused now. "Do you mind telling me who you are, then?"

Hermione smiled. "Your worst enemy."

Harry thought for a moment. He knew who his worst enemy was, but it couldn't have been Hermione! She was -- well -- Hermione.

"You're lying!" shouted Harry.

Hermione laughed. "Oh, no, I'm afraid I'm not. See, there is a perfectly good explanation as to why you're here. Allow me to tell it to you. See, there's the story of Salazar leaving the castle. We all know that story. But then there's the untold story; the real story. Salazar didn't leave the castle. Not on his own will, at least. They murdered him. Godric, Rowena, and Helga. Yes, that's right, I said it. They murdered him and made it look like an accident. He's still alive right now, but they're also having a secret meeting. My great-great -- actually, I'm not sure how many 'greats' our in it -- grandfather, before he died, found the journals of each of the other House Leaders. He found out that they were plotting against him. They killed him, but his story lived on. See, he's married right now, presently, and has two children. They just don't live with him. He kept the four diaries, and after he died, his wife was lucky enough to find them in his office. She kept the journals, plotting revenge against the other House Leaders, and passed them down from generation to generation until, finally, it got to me. So, I've read the journals each about thirty times, and I realized how to get revenge. See, Salazar's wife never got to kill any of the pathetic other 'House Leaders' because they all died before she got to them. But, even though they died, their heirs lived. And yes, in the journal, it clearly states that Godric was the one who killed Salazar. Now, as you may have just recently found out, you are Godric's heir. So, I did some studies, and I realized something: I could resurrect my wrongly murdered grandfather, by sacrificing you. Oh, yes, dear boy. You. I didn't realize you were his heir until I tried killing you and you lived. Your mother wasn't the only person protecting you that night.

"So, as I was saying. Resurrection. If I could sacrifice the heir of the person who killed my grandfather, then I could bring him back to life to reign again. But, it was more complicated then I had expected. See, in order to do this, I had to go back to the time when the person was wrongfully murdered. Which, as you see, has been done. Now I have to wait until he dies, find his body, and put yours and his blood together. Then, as soon as that happens, I bring both of you back to where we came from. See, now this was the tricky part. We needed a girl for this, because someone has to get pregnant and carry the baby. That's where precious Hermione comes in. See, not only did we need the heir of the person who was murdered, but we needed the blood of the heir of the murderer.

"Long and complicated, isn't it? Well, I've only just begun. So, I figured that I could start this whole jelly bean thing by possessing Fred and George so that way I could bring you and Hermione together. Literally. So, now that I am pregnant, well, Hermione, really, as soon as your blood touches his, I shall skip the whole nine months and just have the baby. And then there was the fact that I've heard so much about you being naked, and I was never as straight as everyone thought, so I was glad to have sex with you, Harry."

Harry stared at Hermione for a long, long time. "You know, for someone as gay and evil as you, that's actually very brilliant."

"Why, thank you," said Hermione, hiding her blushing face.

"And actually very stupid."

Hermione gave him a long, cold look. "And what exactly is that supposed to mean? Everything's gone great! Nothing can stand in my way now!"

"Actually, I can."

"What do you mean?"

"OK, Voldemort: If you live through this, remember this for future references: when you're planning on sacrificing somebody, and you have to wait to do it, don't tell them that you're going to kill them! Salazar isn't even dead yet! We have to wait for that! And you need me alive in order to get him, so that leaves me that much more time to start thinking of a plan and start ruining yours." Harry laughed. "You are very stupid, though, even though the plan was brilliant. Until now, that is."

Hermione gave out a long, cold "Grrr!"

Harry laughed.

"You think that you're so intelligent, do you?" she said. "Well, remember that I'm in the body of the smartest girl in your school. I could search into her memory and look up a spell to keep you barely alive until Salazar dies."

"Well, there's another 'stupidity' part of your plan. You know that they're going to kill him, you're back now, why don't you just stop them from killing him?"

"Because of the great sex!"

Harry rolled his eyes. "I'm officially disgusted now."

"Well, OK, there's some more complications. Since this isn't actually Hermione, she's still a virgin. After all of this, so will her body. Yeah, I know, it's complicated. And since her body's officially stayed a virgin, you are too. So don't worry."

"You speak in riddles."

"Deal with it."

Harry shrugged. "OK. If you say so."

There was a noise. Hermione looked around and Harry seized the moment and picked up a desk.

"Hey, Voldy," he said.

Hermione turned.

"Kill this!" With that, he shoved the desk into her face. She fell backwards, hitting her head on the floor, clearly unconscious. Harry wanted to kill her, but knowing that Hermione was still somewhere inside of her made him stop.

Harry ran over to her and picked her up.

"You should be happy that you're in the body of one of my best friends Voldemort."

To Harry's complete and utter shock, Hermione's eyes opened.

"What?" Harry asked, clearly shocked.

Hermione's lips curled into a sneer.

"You don't honestly think that you can get rid of me by a mere hit on the head, do you?"

Harry dropped Hermione and slowly started backing away from her, his face still contorted in shock.

Hermione picked herself up from the ground and started walking towards Harry.

"You know what? You can't save Hermione now."

Hermione lifted her hands and started chanting.

"Raccio Imlendio Arrana!" Hermione shouted and lifted up her arms. A bright white light shone around her and Harry had to shield his eyes in fear that he would go blind if he continued looking at it. A white outline of a body came out of Hermione's body and Hermione fell to the ground. The white outline become solid and took the shape of a man holding a baby.

"What the ---"

Harry looked at the man, who had a sneer on his face.

"I want to thank you, Harry Potter, for being here for the rebirth of Salazar Slytherin," said a voice Harry only knew as Voldemort's.

"B-but h-he's still alive right now," Harry said in complete and total bewilderment. "H-how can he be reborn?"

"It's very interesting how that works," said Voldemort. "I did a lot of studies on resurrecting, but he had a very interesting way about doing it. I had to bring the girl I impregnated back into the time where Salazar roamed freely. Of course, as you know, I had to possess the girl first so it would work. I couldn't merely have sex with a girl and have my sperm be the spawn of a new Slytherin. I then had to, again as I said, bring the girl back and cast the spell that would bring me and Slytherin out of her." Voldemort cast a weary glance over to Hermione's unconscious body on the floor. "Don't worry your little head, Potter. She'll be fine. Unfortunately."

Harry's head spun. He didn't know how any of this could be happening.

"S-so what's going to happen now?" he asked.

"Well, I will have to take you and your little friend here back to the time you come from. Then, of course, Salazar and I will re-rule the world. I going back will speed his life up just enough to where he will be an adult. It's a long and complicated process for your small and fragile little mind, I'm quite aware, but you really must understand that, as one of the greatest rulers of darkness, I really must do what I have to do in order for evil to still have a name in those days. Don't worry, though. I do believe that you will get quite a bit of recognition for this. After all, it was half your fault that this happened. You stuck it in her and now look at the consequences. I know that this is one of the greatest issues among young people these days, and I must say. Look at what it brings you. Nothing but pain and sorrow. And here you thought you were going to actually be a good father." Voldemort sneered. "You really are just an insolent, stupid little teenage hormone, aren't you, Potter? Oh well. I guess I'll just have to remain ruling while you try to be my competition."

Harry's face fumed. He couldn't believe one word of what Voldemort was saying. It was so much to process and he wasn't quite sure how well he could do it. He started shaking uncontrollably. He looked over at Hermione and noticed that she was waking up.

"Hermione!" Harry shouted and ran over to her side. Voldemort kept his eye on Harry the whole time. Harry knelt by Hermione and grabbed her, holding her in his arms. "Hermione! Are you ok?"

"H-Harry?" said Hermione wearily. "What's going on?"

"Hermione, we're in great danger!"

Hermione sighed. "Again?"

Harry smiled, despite the fact that they were, indeed, in great danger.

"Listen, Hermione. I need you to get up and walk. We have to get out of here."

Voldemort scoffed. "Potter! Go to the Magical Managerie and buy yourself a brain! I'm standing about two feet away from you and you're coming up with escape plans! It isn't going to work, I'm so sorry to inform you of that."

Harry breathed hard and tried not to lose his temper. "Look, I didn't say I'm trying to escape. You're going to take us back to our world anyway."

Voldemort nodded. "Don't try to outsmart me. I will make sure that you and your friends - every last one of them - will die. Just like your parents."

Harry sprung up and lunged at Voldemort, punching and kicking.

"How dare you talk about my parents! You stupid -" he punched Voldemort "--little--" he kicked Voldemort "--jerk!"

Voldemort threw Harry off of him and pulled out his wand.

"Don't even try to outdo me, Potter! I will kill you in an instant!"

Harry froze and looked at Voldemort's wand. His world closed in around him and he could hear a faint voice in the back of his head.

"No! Leave him alone!"

"Mum?" Harry muttered to himself.

Voldemort's face contorted into confusion. "What are you talking about?" he asked.

"Take me!"

"Mum!" Harry shouted.

"You fool!"

Voldemort raised his wand.

"Avada -"

"Rictusempra!"

Harry looked towards Hermione and saw her with her wand pointed at Voldemort. Voldemort flew backwards and landed in the corner of the room, hitting his head on the windowsill and knocking himself out. The baby Salazar stayed close in his arms as if he refused to let go or as if he were stuck there. Harry ran over to him and took his wand, pointing it at him.

"All right, Hermione. We need to find a way to get ourselves back home and make sure Voldemort and Salazar don't regain power."

"Harry, what's going on?" Hermione asked.

Harry summed up the story as quickly as he could. When he finished, Hermione looked towards the ground and started crying.

"That's so terrible!"

"I know, but we need to get out of here!"

Hermione sniffed, wiped a tear from her eye, and nodded. "Ok. I just need to find a way to get to the dungeons so I can get some potions ingredients. Unless everything is changed around. This will be oh so complicated."

Voldemort turned and awoke. Salazar started crying. Voldemort muttered something Harry couldn't comprehend, and before he knew it, they were back in the present day. The sun was shining.

Harry kicked Voldemort in the head and Voldemort fell, unconscious again. Harry opened the door and looked around. Everyone seemed normal. No one was randomly snogging each other, and no one seemed to have any recollection of anything. Harry spotted Ron coming down the hall.

"Ron, have you snogged anybody?" Harry asked.

Ron looked apolled. "No! Not since I was around the age of ten! Why?"

Harry shook his head. "Never mind."

Harry shut the door and blocked Ron's voice out of his mind.

"Hermione, no one remembers anything!"

Hermione shook her head. "Well, maybe you're the only one because you were there for everything."

Harry nodded towards Voldemort.

"What are we going to do about him?"

Voldemort's eyes snapped open and he stood up.

"I've made it!" he said. "I've made it into Hogwart's School of Witchcraft and Wizardry! Everyone will bow down to me!"

Hermione rolled her eyes.

"I hope you are aware that you will never succeed. Look at what you're holding. Salazar is still a baby."

Hermione pulled out her wand and pointed it at baby Salazar.

"Avada Kadavra!"

A bright green light shot out of Hermione's wand and hit baby Salazar head on. Voldemort screamed and ran out of the room, somehow disappearing in the process.

"Well, that was short and sweet," said Hermione.

A couple of days later, Harry had spread the story of what happened to everybody. Not as many people were as disgusted as he thought. The only people he could see disgust written all over the faces of were Fred and George.

"I can't believe we made something so vile," said Fred.

"And to make it worse, we used it on each other," said George.

Harry smiled.

"Well, I hope this puts an end to all of your inventions for a while. Well, things meddling with emotions at least. If you honestly feel like making more jokes that will get us out of class, please, by all means, just use it on us!"

Hermione shook her head. "I can't believe you still want to get out of class. You guys had no class for basically all year because of all the snogging going on! I particularly can't wait until the N.E.W.T.s come because I can't wait to take them."

"Hermione, get over it," said Ron. "We don't have N.E.W.T.s this year because of everything that happened. I believe that you should just take your books and go home because you're never going to win here."

Hermione's mouth dropped open in shock. "I can't believe you just said that to me?"

Harry rolled his eyes. "I see that we all are definitely back to normal here."

Hermione flushed. "Just because I fight with Ron more than you doesn't mean you have to get so jealous, Harry."

"I'm not jealous! I get so tired of you two fighting all the time and then running to me to save all of your problems for you!"

Hermione scoffed. "Well, if you wouldn't get in the way all the time then maybe we would be able to sort out our problems without any of your help! You always have to be the hero, don't you?"

Ron nodded. "I think I might actually have to agree. Hermione and I need to fight to get things out and sort them and here you come along trying to plot against us to make us 'love' each other or whatnot. It gets old after a while."

Harry once again couldn't believe his ears. "Well, maybe I should find a way to let you two hear yourselves! Trust me, if you were stuck in my position you would try to make everyone stop fighting! It gets annoying listening to you two bicker at each other all the time! You know that?"

Hermione fumed. "Well, maybe you should walk away instead of trying to pry your nose into our personal business!"

"I'm seriously going to have to bring a tape recorder here, aren't I? Bring the Muggle world into the Wizarding world? You two need to hear how you sound."

"Well, maybe you should use one too so you can here how heroic you try to sound!" said Ron. "You don't know how annoying that is either!"

"I've had it with you two!" shouted Harry at the top of his lungs.

Fred and George were snickering as they were listening to the conversation. "Hey, I think that we need to make another love potion. One just to make people stop fighting, not one to make you snog everyone you see," said Fred.

"Oh, that plotting," said George.