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    Harry Potter is informed in third year that he's technically Lord Slytherin by Right of Conquest since he killed the basilisk. This is very stupid, but on the other hand, if Harry can use it to protect people and solve their problems, he will. (it's still stupid, though).

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    Confusion Is Mine, Saith the Lord

    Someone—and Harry might murder them if he ever finds out who—digs something up in old records proclaiming that Harry is not only the Heir of Slytherin as all Parselmouths are, but Lord Slytherin by Right of Conquest after killing the basilisk. Students start coming to Harry for protection and other gifts he can grant them as Lord Slytherin. Harry thinks this Lord business is the stupidest thing he’s ever heard, but all he needs to do is offer them protection and so on without becoming too full of himself. So it’s doable. Hopefully


    Thou Shalt Have No Tournaments Before Me

    Sequel to “Confusion Is Mine, Saith the Lord.” Harry has a great summer, but it seems fourth year is going to be more complicated, what with more people trying to be his minions, the Ministry intent on using him, Quidditch canceled, and revelations coming out about his personal life that Harry doesn’t care for. Oh, and the Ministry wants him to grant permission as Lord Slytherin to hold a death tournament at Hogwarts. Harry doesn’t see why he should do that.


    Of a Sweet Nonsense Unto the Lord

    Entering his fifth year and his third as “Lord Slytherin,” Harry is training with his followers, dealing with an overprotective godfather, combating the stupidity of the Ministry, trying to pass his OWLS, keeping Hogwarts students safe, and practicing Quidditch (Oliver would never forgive him if he didn’t). As if that’s not enough, he also has the Thestral Publicity Program.

    Shelves: Harry Potter

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