A/N: I know I know, I'm supposed to update Fall to Darkness. But the truth is, I don't have any ideas. So it's kinda annoying. I also am not in the Percy Jackson fandom anymore. As you can see. So, I apologize. Ideas would be really welcome. But, it's kind of like a humongous brick wall is just blocking my view from the keyboard when I try to write FtD. I'd appreciate is if you could give me any ideas. Thank you. I DON'T OWN HARRY POTTER

Harry woke up, staring, and wondering how he got here. A moment ago, he was making bacon in the Dursley household, and now, he was in a bed?

"Oh, you're awake!" A woman that looked like a younger version of Madame Pomfrey bustled over, fussing over him.

"Excuse me, could you explain to me what is happening m'am?" Harry asked.

"Oh, of course dear, you suddenly appeared in Hogsmeade, out of thin air! We expected that you apparated to escape from the forces of Grindewald." The look-alike to Madame Pomfrey said.

"Everything is just such a blur. I don't even know what the date is anymore!" Harry said in frustration, massaging his temples.

"Oh of course dear, the year is 1943 and the date is November 22nd." Pomfrey doppler-ganger said.

Harry was internally reeling; he travelled about five decades into the past! When Tom Riddle was still Tom Riddle and not Voldemort. He touched the spot on his chest where nine words bloomed on his chest 'Yes, could you pass the pot of coffee over?'

Over the six years of his schooling at Hogwarts, he had never met anyone that said those exact nine words to him. He had never met his soul-mate. Maybe travelling back five decades would provide him a chance to meet the one.

"Dear, I need to know your name," younger Madame Pomfrey asked

"Oh, sorry. It's Hadrian Potier. I'm a half-blood from France. Grindewald's forces came and attacked our home. They killed my parents. They murdered them, right in front of me." Hadrian started to cry, the tears streaming down his face.

"Oh, you poor thing," Madame Pomfrey said, massaging soothing circles into his back," Headmaster Dippet has offered that you can finish your schooling here, you seem to be in at least sixth year correct?"

"I think so; I was home-schooled so, I didn't really follow the strict curriculum of a year. But I think so, because I was reading a sixth year defense book," Hadrian answered.

"Well then that's perfect!" Madame Pomfrey said, "We'll get you started as soon as all of your injuries heal, though there aren't many. You'll probably be able to start tomorrow. "

"Oh, well then that's great! What do I have to do?" Hadrian asked with a false curiosity.

"Well, get sorted, and then take some tests to see whether or not you can be eligible for sixth year N.E.W.T.S" Madame Pomfrey said. "Oh! Here's Headmaster Dippet, he'll be explaining the rest to you."

" Hello…?" Headmaster Dippet began.

"Hadrian. Hadrian Potier. I am from France. Grindewald killed my parents," Hadrian answered

" Well, I'm sorry to hear that, I'll be happy to assist you with your entrance to Hogwarts. Would you like to be sorted now?" Headmaster Dippet asked.

"What is sorting? I've never heard of it," Hadrian asked, feigning confusion.

" Well, you get sorted into one of four houses: Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, Gryffindor, and Slytherin. Ravenclaw is for the intelligent, and they hunger for knowledge, Hufflepuff is for the hardworking, and they are extremely loyal, Gryffindor, is for the brave, and they are very courageous, Slytherin is for the ambitious, and they are cunning to no end," Headmaster Dippet said.

"Well then,"Hadrian said, I'll get sorted now, if Madame Pomfrey allows me to."

"Of course,"Headmaster Dippet said,"Madame Pomfrey, is Hadrian allowed to leave the Hospital Wing?"

"Of course he is,"Madame Pomfrey said,"He's alright now."

"Well, then Hadrian, follow me," Headmaster Dippet said. Hadrian got up from the bed, and followed Headmaster Dippet out of the hospital wing. Hadrian walked and found himself in front of a very familiar gargoyle.

"Apertus," Headmaster Dippet said, and the gargoyle jumped aside to reveal a spiral staircase. "Come along now Hadrian."

Hadrian walked up the staircase, breathing in the familiarity of it. He walked into Headmaster Dippet's office, it was missing Dumbledore's whizzing gizmos, and odd objects. But it was still the Headmaster's office.

Headmaster Dippet came back, carrying the ratty looking Sorting Hat,"This is the Sorting Hat, it will sort you into one of the four houses I told you about earlier. Here, just take it, and put it on your head."

Hadrian took the ratty hat into his hands and jammed it onto his head.

'Oh my, Mr. Potter. I sorted you in the future didn't I'

'Yes, I am sure that you will not spill any of my secrets sorting hat.'

'Oh my, I see that you have a soul mark, how rare. Oh, I also see that I sorted you into the wrong house in the future. You'll be able to achieve the greatness that you so desire in'

SLYTHERIN!

Headmaster Dippet clapped, and took the hat off of Hadrian's head, I'll have the Head Boy escort you to your dorms."Follow me."

Hadrian followed Headmaster Dippet down the stairs, and he saw a boy standing at the end of the stairs.

"Hadrian, this is Adrian, he will be escorting you to the Slytherin dorms." the Headmaster said.

Adrian sneered, and told Hadrian to follow him. They found themselves in front of the entrance to the Slytherin dorms. "Impotens" Adrian stepped through the door, and Hadrian followed. Adrian turned toward Hadrian,"Look, the rules of the Slytherin house is simple, if you have a problem, ask a higher year, and always keep problems inside the house, never bring it out of the house. And also, never bother Tom Riddle, he will kill you. Password changes every one month, check the board for more information."


Tom Riddle stared at the words on his arm. Eight words, and he still hadn't found the one. He was frustrated, so frustrated. He was going to become a Dark Lord, but he had still not found his soul-mate.

A knock sounded at his door,"Come in" Tom said. Adrian Pucey came in, a slightly younger looking boy trailing after him.

Adrian bowed, "Tom, this is Hadrian, he will be sharing a dorm with you." Hadrian scowled at Adrian and stalked over to his bed and set his trunk at the end of it.

"I'm sorry My Lord,"Adrian whispered to Tom as he walked away. Tom sighed and fell onto his bed and drew the drapes around his bed.


Hadrian sighed. Why did he have to share a dorm with Voldemort? Wait, no he wasn't Voldemort yet, he was Tom Riddle, just Tom Riddle. Hadrian sighed and laid down on the green comforter. He stared at the green drapes surrounding his bed and fell asleep.

Hadrian woke up and whispered,"Tempus" it said 6:30. He got up and took a shower, trying to tame his mess of a hair. He sighed, looking at the reflection in the mirror. Hair that was somewhat combed over, and spiky in all the right place. His eyes were probably the most striking of all, they were a bright and intense green. And they shone like the Avarda Kedarva curse.

He was just pulling on his robes when Tom Riddle walked in, he just sneered and walked-in, without saying a word. Hadrian just glared and stormed out of the room. 'Damn Tom Riddle and his perfection' he thought. Hadrian started to walk in a daze, and he suddenly found himself in front of the entrance to the Great Hall.

He walked in and he saw that there were barely any people in it yet. He sat down at the Slytherin table, reaching for the pot of coffee, and poured himself a cup, and just then atom Riddle decided to come in, and sit down across from him. Hadrian yawned and said,"Mmm… Good morning. Would you like some coffee?"

For just a second, a look of shock flitted through Tom's face, but he quickly masked it and answered," Yes, could you pass the pot of coffee over?" Hadrian just stood stock still, of all people, it had to be him?

"The coffee?" Tom impatiently asked, holding his hand out.

Hadrian flushed, and looked down, handing over the coffee pot and mumbling a sorry.


Tom Riddle's mind was a jumble of thoughts. He sighed and pushed down on his Occulemency shields. But still, some of the shock escaped. He had found his soul-mate. In one Hadrian Potier.

In potions class, Tom Riddle sat next to Hadrian. Hadrian just glared at him and turned away. When Tom asked Hadrian, he just spat out, " I will not be soul-mates with a monster." And he walked away. Leaving a very confused Tom Riddle in his wake. Had he known that he was researching on how to make a horcrux? Tom Riddle sighed, then sighed again about sighing too much today.


Time Skip—About a year. Tom Riddle and Hadrian are having a perfectly nice relationship. It is around Christmas Time. Tom Riddle has found an alternate way of gaining immortality. Tom Riddle knows that Hadrian is from the future. They have begun to catch the eye of one Albus Dumbledore. And Dumbledore decides to do something about it. (The author is too lazy to write this, maybe in separate piece . What does the audience think?)

Hadrian walked down to the Quidditch pitch, shivering as he did so. Why did Tom have to make him come down here. He shoved his hands in his pockets, an annoyed expression on his face. Suddenly, two arms encircled him, and a voice whispered in his ear,"There you are my little Harry." Hadrian shivered and turned around, kissing Tom on his chin.

"So what did you want me to do in this freezing weather?" Hadrian asked.

Tom slipped his hand into his pocket, and pulled out a box,"This." He slid open the box to show ring. It was a silver snake with emerald eyes.

"It's beautiful," Hadrian said. Tom just smiled and slipped it onto his finger. The snow catching onto the silver, and glinting. Harry smiled and pecked Tom on the lips,"And now I have something for you." Harry reached into his pokets,"I didn't want to give this to you until it was Christmas, but since you're here, I'll give it to you right now." Hadrian took out a larger box, and inside, was a silver chain. On it was a small black snake, with ruby eyes.

Tom smiled, and kissed Hadrian on the forehead, swinging him around. They both walked, hand in hand, back to the castle.