Slytherin Clan

Rosa looked at Harry, a faint smile tugging at her lips.

"Come on. Let's go meet the Clan."

Harry blinked.

"Wait, how? Are we driving to the clan house or—?"

Tristan sighed, already grabbing Harry's wrist.

"I hate this part."

Before Harry could ask what that meant, Rosa raised her wand, muttering a word under her breath as she made a graceful motion with her hand.

"Apparition."

---

The world around Harry twisted violently.

It felt like his entire body was being sucked through a straw—compressed, stretched, and hurled all at once.

A sudden POP echoed in his ears as his feet hit the ground.

His knees buckled slightly.

His eyes spun.

His stomach churned in protest.

"Urgh… I really liked that burger…" he muttered, clutching his gut.

Tristan appeared beside him, completely unfazed.

"Still nothing's changed, huh?"

Harry looked around.

They were standing in a wide, empty field. Grass danced in the wind. The sky stretched on in every direction.

No buildings. No gates. No snake-themed anything.

He blinked, confused.

"…Are we lost? Or is this one of those 'Only the worthy can see it' things?"

Rosa, without a word, stepped forward and vanished.

Not disappeared—phased.

As though she'd walked through a wall of water without causing a ripple.

Tristan sighed again.

"She always loves the dramatic reveal."

He took Harry's hand and gently pulled him forward. The moment they crossed the invisible threshold—

—it felt like breaking the surface of a dream.

Like diving into deep water and surfacing in a new world.

No pain. No pull. Just sudden, quiet wonder.

---

Harry opened his eyes… and his jaw dropped.

They were standing in the middle of a lush valley, surrounded by towering mountains draped in mist.

Before them stood a colossal, ancient manor—its walls were a pale green stone, coiling serpents carved into every pillar, spires reaching toward the sky like fangs.

Vines with silver-tipped leaves clung to marble columns, and lanterns glowing with soft green-blue flame floated around the courtyard.

Elegant bridges arched over glimmering water canals that flowed like glass through the gardens.

And at the heart of it all… was the sigil of a coiled serpent wrapped around a trident, carved into the massive doors: the crest of the House of Slytherin.

Harry whispered, eyes wide.

"This… this is real?"

Tristan smirked.

"Welcome to the Snake Pit, kid."

Harry turned his head slowly, eyes still wide as he tried to take everything in.

Manors. Not one, not two—but dozens. Each one distinct in architecture, some grand and regal, others sleek and modern. Towers, domes, sprawling courtyards and magical wards shimmered faintly like mirages.

But one, in particular, caught his eye.

It loomed larger than most of the others. Built in an imposing black stone, it had gleaming silver accents and tall, sharp towers like a crown of daggers. A peacock-feather pattern framed the gates, and every inch of the exterior screamed "I have money, and I want you to know it."

Harry blinked, pointing.

"Okay. That one? That house looks like it was built just to say 'I'm better than you.'"

Rosa followed his gaze, then sighed deeply.

"…Malfoy Manor."

Harry furrowed his brows.

"Who?"

Tristan snorted.

Rosa crossed her arms, her voice dry as stone.

"Let's just say they're the type of family that would monogram their owls. You won't be meeting the… clones of the clan just yet."

Harry tilted his head.

"Clones?"

Tristan stepped in.

"She means the kids. There's a whole generation of them who act like miniature versions of their parents. Snobby, smug, think they're better than everyone just because their family's bloodline is pure and their shoes are shined by enchanted elf silk."

Harry blinked.

"…Wow. That's a real thing?"

Rosa didn't look at him.

"Yes. Unfortunately."

As they walked toward the massive green manor—elegant and ivy-wrapped, yet pulsing with quiet authority—Harry couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. The sensation wasn't sharp, but it lingered like a whisper in the back of his mind. He kept his head down, pretending not to notice, but his spine was stiff, as if expecting something—or someone—to jump out at any moment.

Probably just my imagination, he told himself, though he wasn't convinced.

The pathway was paved with dark stone, etched faintly with runes that glimmered when he stepped too close. Enchanted torches lined the path, their flames flickering a soft jade hue that cast strange shadows across the ground. At the far end stood a towering manor with ancient stones and an air of subtle menace—impressive, but not trying too hard like the Malfoy estate.

Above the main gate, a banner fluttered gently in the breeze. A silver serpent on deep green cloth coiled slowly, almost lazily, as though alive and watching.

Harry instinctively stepped a little closer to Rosa.

"Um… Miss Rosa? How does this place even work?"

Rosa cast him a quick glance, her stride unfaltering.

"I'll give you the short version. The full explanation comes later—probably from the Head of Apophis House. They love lecturing people. It's like their whole personality."

Harry blinked.

"…I see."

He wasn't sure if she was joking or not, but her tone made it feel like both.

Rosa continued, voice calm and clipped.

"This is Slytherin Territory. An enchanted enclave, sealed off from Muggle space and even most magical surveillance. Neutral ground for the clan and all its houses. The wards around this place are ancient—older than most of the Ministry's departments."

Harry furrowed his brow.

"So… it's like a pocket world?"

Rosa gave a half-nod.

"Kinda. More like… the entire valley and surrounding region are wrapped in a massive barrier. Think of it as a fold in reality—hidden in plain sight, cloaked with magic strong enough to bend the laws of space. Even the Ministry can't find it without permission from the Clan."

Tristan added from behind, tone light.

"Basically, Hogwarts has its secret castle, but the Slytherin Clan has an entire hidden country club."

Harry blinked again.

"...Does the country club come with people who want to murder me?"

Rosa smirked, her lips twitching faintly.

"Hopefully not until after dessert."

Harry pointed toward the silver serpent banner waving atop a nearby estate.

"That one. The shiny snake—what house is that?"

Rosa narrowed her eyes slightly, exhaling through her nose.

"Viper. That's the banner of House Malfoy."

Harry tilted his head.

"So… that's where the clones come from."

Tristan choked on a laugh behind them. Rosa actually snorted, a sharp grin pulling at her lips.

"Yeah. Unfortunately, you're not wrong. A whole house of blond, sneering lookalikes with a superiority complex. And worse—"

She threw a thumb over her shoulder at the manor.

"—the Malfoy family leads it."

Harry blinked.

"They let those guys lead anything?"

Tristan shrugged, smirking.

"Politics. And hair gel."

Rosa added dryly.

"And money. Lots and lots of old, hoarded gold. The Vipers have deep vaults and deeper grudges."

Harry muttered under his breath.

"Great. A snake pit and a fashion cult."

They finally arrived before the mansion—an ancient, pale green structure that loomed like a relic carved from stone and legacy. The vines that crawled across its surface seemed grown from time itself, not nature.

Above the doors fluttered a great banner: a crowned basilisk coiled around a trident, its scales inked in silver and its eyes like twin emerald fires. Harry didn't recognize the creature, but the regal crown atop its head told him all he needed to know.

It was watching. All of it was.

As they approached the wrought-iron gates, bearing the same sigil—a coiled serpent entwined with a trident—the gate creaked open, splitting cleanly down the center, as if the manor had sensed who stood before it.

Harry swallowed, heart hammering. He had the distinct feeling that once he stepped through these doors, his life would never be the same.

The massive doors of the manor opened before they could knock, revealing a pristine interior. Marble floors. Floating green lanterns. Polished wood panels and tapestries that shimmered faintly with runes.

But all of that faded as Harry's eyes landed on the two figures waiting at the center of the grand hall.

Lord and Lady Slytherin.

Lord Slytherin stood tall and commanding, leaning slightly on a silver-tipped cane that clicked sharply on the marble floor with each step forward. His sharp green eyes scanned everything—measured, calculating, powerful.

Beside him, Lady Slytherin walked with silent grace. Where her husband was steel, she was velvet—her expression kind, almost grandmotherly, but her posture spoke of someone used to command.

As the two approached, Rosa and Tristan dropped to one knee in fluid, rehearsed motion. Rosa's hand gently guided Harry down with them, though Harry's head remained turned upward, unable to stop staring.

Lady Slytherin's eyes met his with warmth. Lord Slytherin's gaze, on the other hand, pierced him like an arrow.

"Rise," Lord Slytherin spoke. His voice was deep, controlled, carrying a natural authority that made even the walls seem to stand straighter. "There is no need to kneel before us."

The trio rose. Rosa, for once, looked completely solemn, all her usual teasing and sarcasm smoothed into respect.

Lord Slytherin's gaze turned to her. "I see you've done well—finding and bringing home the heir of Hydra."

Rosa straightened her spine. "Yes, my Lord."

A pause. And then… a small chuckle.

"Well done, Rosa. You have served the Clan with distinction." His eyes softened briefly with pride.

Harry blinked.

There was a twinkle in the man's eyes.

It was strange. The man had the presence of a king—but just for a second, he looked like a proud uncle.

Lady Slytherin stopped him, as she spoke. "Boy".

Harry stepped up, just like how Rosa did when looking at her, sure she helped in the Trials and has information about what happened to his Parents, but the way she said it the way she said "Boy" felt like a command.

"Y-yes man".

Lady Slytherin as she spoke. "Accio Theo"

As Harry can feel, the wind moved, as someone came in front of them with a thud, a boy Harry's Age, black hair, with blue eyes, he is thin and lanky with a bit weedy, he was wearing a normal outfit, as his bead spinning as he was holding a book

[Insert Image of Theo Nott here]

Theo shakes his head he spoke. "Oi! Who decides to summon Blai-"

The boy shut up once he saw the face of Lady Slytherin. he scrambled to his Feet in a rush, as he was startled seeing the woman. Once he saw Lord Slytherin, he cooled down a bit.

Lady Slytherin looked at him as she spoke. "Stand next to the other Boy".

Theo blinked as he looked around, and he found Harry, and he scooted next to him, fearing what might happen.

Lady Slytherin compare the two boys as she spoke. "Your short, too short for normal boy's your age. Why is that?".

Lady Slytherin's sharp green eyes swept over both boys like a calculating hawk.

Theo stood stiff, his spine ramrod straight, as if he'd just realized he was under inspection and feared being judged unworthy. Harry, on the other hand, was frozen between confusion and mild offense.

When her gaze lingered on Harry, her voice came again—firm, cold, and far too direct:

"You're short. Too short for a boy your age. Why is that?"

Harry stiffened, caught between indignation and embarrassment. His fists clenched by his sides, and for a moment he looked like he might snap back with a sarcastic remark. But then… he just lowered his eyes and muttered quietly:

"Didn't get a lot to eat."

The words hit the marble floor like a dropped stone.

Even Theo's expression shifted, glancing sideways at Harry with a flicker of surprise and something that might've been sympathy. Lord Slytherin's eyes narrowed, and Rosa silently swallowed hard.

Lady Slytherin, however, gave no visible reaction—at least not one Harry could read.

"I see," she said simply, voice flat.

She turned slightly to Rosa and Tristan. "Feed him properly. Twice the standard meals. Monitor his weight and magical stability over the next few months."

"Yes, Lady Slytherin," Rosa said softly, now fully formal.

"And as for you," she added, turning her gaze to Theo.

Theo straightened instinctively.

"You're going to be his guide for the next few weeks. Shadow him. Teach him the inner workings of the clan. Introduce him to the other Houses. If he gets lost, it's your fault. If he fails to adapt, it's your failure too."

Theo's eyes widened. "Wait, wha—?"

Lord Slytherin gave him a quiet look.

Theo immediately snapped into a respectful bow. "Yes ma'am—er, my lady. Of course."

Lady Slytherin gave a curt nod before she turned her attention back to Harry, her tone ever so slightly… gentler.

"We expect much from the head of Hydra. But you are not alone."

Then without another word, she turned and walked down the hall—her presence fading like the parting chill of winter air.

Lord Slytherin followed quietly after, pausing only briefly to glance at Harry. His voice was quieter, but somehow warmer than before.

"Welcome home, Mr. Potter, Also Take him to the River."

And with that, the heads of the Slytherin Clan disappeared into the depths of the manor.

Theo leaned over to Harry, still tense. "Mate… you have no idea what you've just gotten dragged into."

Harry glanced at him, voice dry. "You and me both."

To be continued

Hope people like this ch and give me power stones and also this is the last ch for they Week, enjoy