Chapter 1
"Daddy, why are we going to the Human world?" I asked my dad.
"Well, I thought you might want to celebrate your eleventh birthday with seeing something new and different, Bella. Besides, I have something important to tell you and the Human world... I'll explain later, sweetie." After spending the day exploring a place called Diagon Alley, we explored Horizont Alley and (my favourite out of the three by far) Knockturn Alley. We ended up at The Leaky Cauldron at the end of the day and an owl showed up with a letter for me. After reading it, my dad explained to me all about how I'm Half-Human/Wizard on my other father's side and all about my father and the Wizarding War. He told me he wants me to spend every school term at Hogwarts and that, while people think my father's dead, he's not in the Underworld so he must be alive. He told me everything that has even a drop of magic goes to the Underworld because his brother, Zeus, believes only those with God blood in them deserve magic.
"Well, that is surprising, Miss Morningstar," the Sorting Hat spoke in my mind as I came out of my flashback. "Or, should I say, Princess Isabella?" I winced.
"Bella's, fine," I thought to the Sorting Hat. "What House do you think I should be in?"
"Your father was Sorted into Slytherin. You both have the blood of Salazar Slytherin run through you. A Princess in both worlds."
"A Princess in both... Wizards have Royalty?"
"The four Most Royal and Noble Houses of Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, Gryffindor and Slytherin. The Gryffindor and Ravenclaw lines died out long ago. Rowena Ravenclaw herself only had one child who had no children of her own. It's sad, really. Your father ended the Hufflepuff line a few decades ago when he killed Hepzibah Smith."
"How do you know that?"
"I have my ways, Princess. Now... You wouldn't do well in Gryffindor, you're not a jump-first-think-later girl. You are very loyal but not a hard worker. You prefer to get by on your natural intelligence so not Hufflepuff... Ravenclaw or Slytherin? I wonder--"
"I've been sitting here for several minutes, now. Put me in a House or so help me I will fucking set you on fire!" I demanded. A set of ginger twins at the Gryffindor table started joking with each other about how I was definitely going to be a Gryffindor whilst everyone else was silent. Shit. Did I just insult the Sorting Hat out loud? The Hat chuckled in my head.
"Better be... Slytherin!"
"Fucking finally!" I shoved the Sorting Hat into Professor McGonagall's hands and stormed over to the Slytherin table muttering about how long it took. "Stupid, fucking Hat. Would've fucking set it on fire if it took a second longer. Like I could've gone anywhere else. Thinking about fucking Ravenclaw."
"Hi, I'm Malf--"
"Malfoy. Draco Malfoy. Yeah, I know. Everyone heard you introduce yourself to Potter and knows the asshole was rude enough that he didn't shake your hand. It's basic manners. Then again, it's not like it's his fault his mother didn't teach him manners... What with her being dead and all," I chuckled and Draco smirked. I held my hand out to him and he shook it. "I'm Isabella Morningstar but I prefer Bella or Isa."
"Nice to meet you, Isa."
"What took the Hat so long with you?" A brunette boy asked as food appeared on the plates. "I'm Theodore Nott, by the way. I prefer Theo, though."
"Hi, Theo. The Hat just wouldn't shut up about how I should know I'm Royalty and my father was in Slytherin but it wasn't sure between Slytherin and Ravenclaw for me and I'm like just shut the fuck up already," I groaned and they all looked at me in shock.
"What do you mean you're Royalty?" A blonde girl asked. "I'm Daphne Greengrass." The other Slytherins in my year introduced themselves and the Quidditch Players who were sitting near us introduced themselves too. There's Daphne, Draco, Theo, Blaise Zabini, Pansy Parkinson, Tracey Davis, Millicent Bulstrode (prefers Millie), Goyle and Crabbe in my year and Marcus Flint (fifth-year Quidditch Captain and Chaser), Evan Rosier (fifth-year Beater and is called Evan Junior by the Gryffindors but prefers EJ), Rebecca Rookwood (fourth-year Keeper and prefers Becca or Bex), Jonathon Rowle (seventh-year Seeker prefers John), Corvus Black (third-year Beater prefers Core (apparently, he's the son of Harry Potter's Godfather, Sirius Black, who's locked up in Azkaban)) and Leo Black (Corvus' identical twin brother and Chaser).
"I mean, according to the Hat, my father and I are the only Slytherin Heirs left. It went on about how the Gryffindor and Ravenclaw lines died out ages ago and the Hufflepuff one a few decades ago and now my father and I are the only ones of Royal blood left. I don't know my father so I don't know if that's true or not. I've never met him."
"Well, there's a way to know for sure," Marcus said. "In the Slytherin Common Room, there's a painting of Salazar Slytherin. He only speaks in Parseltongue unless there's an Heir of his before him."
"What's Parseltongue?"
"Snake language," Core said.
"We'll find out if you're a true Slytherin Heir when we get to the Common Room," Marcus said. "The real question now is... Are you going to try out for the Quidditch Team? We have one space left, for a Chaser. If you're an Heir to the House, you get to ignore the 'no-first-years' rule and try out."
"What's Quidditch?" They all looked at me in shock.
"How do you not know what Quidditch is?" Pansy asked. "Were you raised in the Muggle World?"
"What's a Muggle?" Draco explained Muggles, Mudbloods (also called Muggleborns), Half-Bloods, Blood Traitors and Purebloods. "No, I wasn't but I wasn't raised in the Wizarding World either... My dad and I--"
"I thought you said you've never met your dad?" Daphne asked.
"I've never met my father. My dad, however... My dad and I can change our appearance and reproductive system at will. Watch..." I turned my hair colour red and my eyes purple. I changed my build to make it more masculine and changed my reproductive system to the male one.
"Oh, my Gods. You're a Metamorphmagus!" Draco exclaimed. "The only other one is the Half-Breed daughter of my mom's disowned sister."
"And my dad," I said as I changed back. "He sometimes goes through periods when he decides to be a woman instead of a man. When he met my father, it was one of those times. He got pregnant with me, gave birth to me and then changed back into my dad instead of being my mom. So I have a dad and a father but no mom or mother... Unless my father married someone meaning I have a stepmother but I don't know my father so... But he's supposedly the one I get my Slytherin heritage from and my dad's the one I get- Being a Metamorphmagus?- From... Anyway, my dad and I... We weren't around others of our kind only a different species... They called themselves Shadow Demons... They're actually here now but they have to stay hidden. My dad's brother was the only one of our kind we've met but he wasn't entirely of the same species. That's why the Shadow Demons are here. They're my protectors while I'm away from home as part of their Royal family."
"So your uncle is one of them so you and your dad grew up with them?" I shrugged. Let them believe what they want to believe. Marcus explained to me what Quidditch is and I readily agreed to try out for the Quidditch Team after I talk to Salazar. Flying is one of my favourite things to do. Usually, I use my wings but sometimes I use my magic to fly without my wings. I'm sure I'll love flying with a broom just as much. It'll be even more fun to fly in a game too. No one ever wants to fly with me as they're too busy or don't want to risk hurting or upsetting me because bad things happen to those who upset me.
...
The Slytherin Quidditch Team and first years walked over to a wall with a portrait of a sleeping man on it. "Sir?" Marcus called to the portrait, waking it up. The man stared at Marcus.
"What do you want? Why did you wake me up?"
"Sir, there's someone claiming to be a Slytherin Heir here and we were hoping you could confirm or deny their claim," Marcus said.
"Which of you makes this claim? Step forward and prove your heritage by speaking back to me in the language of the snakes and stating who your parent was that makes you a so-called Heir." I stepped forwards and the portrait looked at me.
"Hello, Sir. I'm Isabella Lilith Morningstar. It's a pleasure to meet you. My father was Tom Marvolo Riddle. I believe he was in Slytherin in the late 30s/early 40s..." The man smiled.
"Alas! Another of my Heirs!" Everyone in the Common Room stared at me in shock. No one had heard him speak in English before. "Hello, Miss Morningstar! I thought Tom was the last of my line since he left here in '45 and there hasn't been another of my Heirs here since but it's nice to know that charming, young boy finally found someone!"
"So, she's definitely your Heir, Sir?" Marcus asked as many Slytherin students from other years walked over.
"Of course! I just said that, didn't I, boy!?"
"Yes, Sir. I apologise, Sir."
"She speaks the language of the snakes and she stated the true identity of the last of my Heirs to walk these halls... Although, if you're still not sure, there are two places in the castle you can test to see if she's blood-related to me. The Chamber of Secrets, which I will NOT tell you the location of, or my personal Chambers which are for the use of my Heirs now that I'm gone. Pull the book on the shelf next to my portrait that's titled in Parseltongue. Don't try to go up the stairs. Only my Heirs, and those they give permission to, can get up there. If you try and you're not an Heir or don't have the Heir's permission, the moment you step on the third step... You die." Marcus pulled the Parseltongue-titled book and a set of stairs appeared.
"Try it out then, Morningstar," Marcus said. I looked at Salazar and he gave me a reassuring nod. I walked over to the stairs and then up three and I paused... Nothing happened. Everyone in Slytherin cheered and started to celebrate the arrival of another Slytherin Heir. I decided to check out Salazar's Chambers... Well, my Chambers for when I'm in Hogwarts. At the top of the stairs was a corridor with ten doors. Each door has a label on it. The first was labelled kitchen, the second was labelled ballroom (did Salazar throw balls here!?), the third was labelled sitting room, the fourth was labelled library, the fifth was labelled study, the sixth was labelled bathroom, the seventh was labelled bedroom and the last three were labelled guest bedroom. I decided to explore them in order.
The kitchen was huge and had two doors inside. One door was labelled pantry and the other was labelled dining room. The room looked like what I'd expect of a kitchen in a modern Sacred 28 Manor and was all in black and different shades of grey. I guess it must be able to update itself in some way. Cool. I checked the pantry door and it was an empty pantry... I wonder if it can do what the pantry at my home in Hell can do... I closed the door and thought about the ingredients to make my spaghetti bolognese.