Tenshibabe: So after a long deliberation I have finally decided to write a Harry Potter fanfic that includes my super ultra favourite pairing evar: HP/TMR (seme/uke) I only like them that way. Still there aren't enough authors who write this pairing and even less who write with Harry on top (poor Ry') so as my contribution to this wonderful fandom here it is...

Summary: Time-Travel fic (cliché? Yes) non HBP or DH compliant, veela fic. Harry has come into his inheritance, more power and a mate? What will he do when he finds that is mate is in fact his enemy?

Pairing(s): HPTMR, RWHG (for now)

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter he and everything associated with him belongs to J.K Rowling...I wouldn't mind keeping Tom though-no, oh...okay. ; _; (btw my OC's I do own)

A/N:

"Talking"

'Thinking'

Till the End of Time

Chapter 1: Distant

I know people will try,

Try to define something so real;

So till the end of time I'm telling you that,

No one can get in the way of what I feel for you.

~Alicia Keys: No One

September 15, 1945

He just couldn't believe it; after nearly a year and it still seemed surreal. He looked up from beneath glossy midnight bangs to the stares of all the students in the Great Hall. He shivered, even all his years as a Slytherin couldn't steel him for this; the looks of longing and lust stabbed at him. He instead looked back at his breakfast not hungry, one must excuse him if appetite waned when the unwanted attention of nearly five hundred students and some teachers where focused solely on him.

He visibly gulped, gripping his fork focusing all his attention on the utensil. 'A veela, Merlin...' Tom thought tensely, nearly snapping the fork as Malfoy got a bit too close to his person.

Tom knew he was different, in status after all he was the sole heir of Slytherin and of course on a magical level, he commanded respect from his peers. Still he thought being half-blood was bad enough, only to learn that the Slytherin line had magic creature blood in it. His great-grandfather had the dominant veela gene; and it was now passed onto him. He wandlessly casted another protégo; the hair on the back of his neck was standing up; his new ability picking up the not so pure intentions of those around him.

~*~

FLASHBACK (December, 1944)

It happened on his sixteenth birthday; fortunately for Tom, he was within the vicinity of the Great Hall when his 'change' began. When he had awoken that morning he felt strange, a bit sick and slightly dizzy; he put it off reminding himself to go to the infirmary later that morning. After all it was Christmas break so no students where there to annoy him; still the walk to the Great Hall was proving harder than he thought. 'What's going on...' was his last coherent thought before he blacked out.

He awoke much later in the infirmary, only to find that judging by the noises coming from the open window at the far end of the room, and from the slightly open door leading to the hallway outside the small hospital, that all the students had returned from holiday break.

'Just how long have I been here?' Tom questioned. Looking around, he noted the small tokens that his fellow Slytherin's had left for him; no doubt to get in his good graces; when they found he was in the infirmary.

He felt lethargic, and his head was full of cotton. He remembered wondering where the medi-witch was, as he was pulled into a deep sleep.

He was dreaming, that of which he was sure, he was in a dimly lit room the only light source was coming from the blazing fire that sat in a place to the left of the room. It looked to be a common room of some type, a living room to be more precise. A dark rug sat in front of the fireplace and was surrounded by two dark red loveseats and a larger three seat couch directly in front.

Tom stood his ground behind the closer loveseat, there was no door, but there was a window, with elegant black curtains, on the far wall, the rest of the room was shrouded in shadows. There was a figure standing in front of the window, seemingly looking outside at the raging storm that sent a chill to his bones. Tom shivered, instinctively feeling the cold, 'This is a dream isn't it?' He thought, looking at the still figure.

It was a person that was apparent; they were covered mostly by the dark curtains and most of the shadows but of what he could see of the person, left him longing to see them fully. Wild midnight black hair danced in the non-existent wind, his heart pounded loudly in his ears. Wicked emerald eyes turned to him, drawing him closer to this person; no he needed to be closer to this person this trance like state overriding his senses.

No...Not yet you must wait

A strangled cry erupted from his throat, and a soft breeze caressed his face; the room disappeared and all he saw were those emeralds holding him there. 'Why, I need you' Tom expressed, surprising himself, it was as if there was something else causing him to believe that he indeed needed this person, like his life depended on it.

Time is a mysterious thing...don't worry I'll come for you...you belong to me now Tom

Tom trembled as deep sated cold encompassed his body; he felt deathly cold, as he re-entered reality. Then it was as if he was suddenly thrown into a pool of hot water, where as he felt icy cold before, now-now he was on fire. His body was wracked with pain causing him to emit a loud cry. He wanted it, and he needed it; he needed something... that person.

There was a commotion and suddenly he was surrounded by people. A foreign, yet familiar magic erupted within him, creating a sturdy shield around him.

"What's happening Tabitha, what's wrong with the boy?" Headmaster Dippet questioned, standing off to the side, unable to come closer. He watched on in apprehension, jumping slightly every time the boy would cry out. "Tabitha?" He looked to the grim medi-witch.

"It would appear that what Albus had predicted was true, the child is a veela, at least half veela in any case" Tabitha answered, sending her assistant Poppy to tend to the other patients.

Dumbledore frowned, casting silencing charms around the curtained off section. "It seems that he is going through the changes, in that case this may be dangerous. Headmaster we cannot afford to have anymore deaths at the school...has there been any word on his parents whereabouts" Dumbledore turned a worried eye on the stricken Headmaster.

Dippet grimaced, if Albus didn't know anything about the Riddle's then how would he? After all it was Albus who had decided to keep Thomas Riddle's file to himself, anything concerning the boy; Albus was the first to know.

"No nothing new has come up, his mother is assumed dead, his father's location is unknown, and if he was found he is not aware of anything concerning magic-he wouldn't be of any use" Dippet grounded out. "This child needs his mate, has there been any strange behaviour in any of the students Albus?" he asked turning to the professor.

Dumbledore frowned once again, "Nothing yet, although it has been nearly a month since the students have been back, there should have been something by now" Dumbledore turned to now whimpering boy, "If anything it would seem that his mate doesn't go to Hogwarts...perhaps he is one of the unlucky ones to have a mate who hasn't been born as yet" he stated gravely.

Madam Fairweather huffed, the boy was going through enough he didn't need their continuous banter upsetting him more. Although she doubted that Tom could hear them in his current state, it did no good to have them here souring the mood further.

"It would seem that he is not able to talk to you at the moment, Professor, Headmaster; I need to do my job now, I'll call when he is alert" Tabitha Fairweather stated, shooing the two wizards from the ward.

~*~

February, 1945

As the days progressed, it became apparent that whoever Tom's mate was they were connected on more than just a magical level as for one his mental and physical and magical states were somewhat stable. It also seemed that, even though they were possibly eons away, his mate was continuously feeding their magic to Tom, to fuel the barely existing bond that kept the young Riddle if nothing else alive.

This was something that was unheard of and left not only the Headmaster, but even some professionals baffled. Even though his mate hasn't made an appearance yet, the veela in Tom was contented enough, at least for the moment.

It was about a week after Tom had awoke the first time, that the magic levels of their bond met the barely passing line for the next step of the change. Madam Fairweather had long since converted Tom's sectioned off area into a small room, in preparation for this stage.

The most dangerous and on occasion proving to be fatal stage was the physical change; most veela's would've had met their mates at least once before this stage for it to be successful.

Once again a shield appeared, creating a barely translucent orb around him; it seemed in his barely conscious state he moved his body into a curled up fetal like position. It was around this time that Professor Dumbledore appeared, the headmaster was held up at the moment.

"Is he alright?" the professor questioned, slightly frazzled. Tabitha nodded in agreement, checking her charts.

"He's fine, once his wings have appeared, the process will begin" she added, as she started warding off the small room.

Tom felt strange, he felt hot and cold at the same time, his vision was blurry and his head hurt-no his entire being hurt. He curled into himself, drawing his knees closer to his chest; his heart was pounding in his ears, loud and fast.

He heard himself whimper, as he felt a persistent pressure pulse close to his spine. He gasped as felt an alien movement just below his skin, he dug his nails into his arms as the pressure became too much and it began pushing through.

"Arg...Aaarrgghh" he yelled, as blood ran down his back. Two newly formed waxen wings shot out, still wet drenched in blood causing them to fold in on themselves. Tom sobbed as the wings stretched quickly drying, as they moved to cover his curled up body; his newly formed fangs bit his lip drawing blood.

It was then that the calling started, his veela was upset without his mate near; it started off as a soft keening sound, which as the process continued got louder and higher in pitch. Albus and Tabitha held their ears, theirs hearts unwittingly touched by the desperate cries of the newly changed veela.

Albus felt it first, having a higher magical affinity than the medi-witch, the feeling of another magical signature somehow found the distraught child. Albus frowned, where was it coming from? This was impossible by most magical standards he knew, and yet it was happening; he had no way to explain it.

After feeling its mate's presence, the veela calmed enough to continue the process. It lasted almost twelve hours, and in the early hours of the next day, Tom awoke to a scene of white feathers. He was still sore that was clear, he lifted his hand to his face; it was small almost delicate looking with long fingers...almost feminine.

He frowned, removing his tattered nightshirt, running his along his chest. 'I'm still male...' He breathed a sigh of relief; feeling a bit silly after doing it but things worked differently in this world after all. Tom smiled, a slight feeling fluttering in his chest, he had felt their magic more strongly yesterday...was it because he called for it, or because he needed it?

Tom wondered just how strong his mate was to be sending all this magic to him continuously. 'Where are you...' he called softly.

~*~

March, 1945

It had been almost two weeks since his change, he spent most of his time in the infirmary, mostly reading and catching up on his missed classes. It had been confirmed that he was in fact a submissive veela, it frustrated him that there was someone out there that had total control over him, even more that the thought of such a thing cause his veela to hum happily.

He stood before the floor length mirror in his small room in the infirmary. He had somehow figured out how to draw in his wings, and with them his fangs disappeared as well. He tightened his tie; he was a bit miffed that he had to tailor his uniform and all his outfits, he hadn't grown instead he had gotten smaller.

'No wonder I couldn't move for nearly two days' he thought to himself; who ever his mate was they weren't very tall, as he now stood at a solid 5'7 where as he used to be almost 6'. He had also gained weight, well muscle he was still thin yet he wasn't, slender was the word he was looking for; his skin was also more of an ivory which seemed to glow when he stood in the sunlight.

His hair unfortunately, he couldn't keep as a formal cut anymore since it had grown and refused to be cut. It was almost past his shoulders changing from straight at the root to a natural like wave at he ends, it was also much shinier. If he didn't know any better he would've thought that it was a girl who was staring back at him through the mirror.

Tom scowled, scrunching up his petite nose and his overly red lips. "He better like this, I look like a...well I suppose I am now, but still" Tom glared, pulling back his hair into a low ponytail; this way at least one could see his still masculine face.

He would go to the Great Hall today; Professor Dumbledore said he was free to leave once he felt up to it. It was boring in the infirmary and he had already caught up with most of his classes. He tied his laces, before taking a deep breath, testing a simple 'lumos' on the tip of his wand.

The most appreciated change had been his magic. It had nearly doubled in strength, performing simple spells gave him a rush and for the first day or so he had trouble containing it all. He still couldn't feel his mate, and visions of him had stopped after he began his change; but the bond between them was still there so he hadn't left him.

He had no time to be thinking such thoughts at the moment; for now he had to see if his Slytherin's were still in order. He left the infirmary, feeling a bit better going back to classes if anything.

Tom's POV

It was a disaster; the whole day so far had been one screw up after another nothing went right.

It began when I entered the Great Hall; I had come in a bit late so most of the school were already present when I arrived. It seemed that the whole room slowly had the sound sucked out, as all eyes turned to me. I felt him watching me; it sent shivers down my spine.

I straightened up, and glared right back, I've been going here for six years, and they know who I am. I turned towards the Slytherin table, smirking when I noticed my appointed seat was still free. As I moved to sit, I was glad to know that they kept the correct seating order as well. 'No doubt Abraxas's doing' I thought, sitting in my spot.

Then almost as if someone flipped a switch, everyone came back to life. Some were still staring but most were gossiping. I caught some of a Ravenclaw's conversation.

"Who's that...I don't know Maddie, but Tom won't like him sitting in his spot..."

"...Are you sure that's a boy Shirley...What? He does look a bit y'know..."

My eyes widened, as I turned to look at those around me. Black was eying me suspiciously, whilst Malfoy plainly sneered. Parkinson and Knott decided to observe for now. Inwardly I growled, angry at them for even looking at me differently; they should know their place.

I looked around again, mask firm, eyes cold. "What are you lot gawking at, yes my appearance has changed but I can assure you, it is me" I stated sneering at their confused faces, to show them I wasn't playing around.

"Is that really you Riddle?" Whalburga Black questioned from her spot next to Orion Black two seats down.

I growled, looking down at her. "Are you implying something Ms. Black?"

Abraxas moved closer to my right, the veela in me hissed at his proximity. "If he says he's really Riddle, then who are you to challenge it? Black control your woman" Malfoy sneered.

Orion flushed, glaring at Abraxas for outing his family's business to the whole table. "Malfoy, you bite your tongue" Orion hissed.

"That's right, Malfoy, you brown-nosing..." Whalburga started, sneering at Abraxas.

"You be quiet, and watch your mouth around Riddle" Orion chastised, looked right pissed at both Abraxas and Whalburga.

"That's right, listen to him" Abraxas added, leaning closer to me, to get to Whalburga. These guys were getting out of control; the other houses were listening in.

"Malfoy don't-" Orion started but was cut off; as Whalburga leaned over the table, challenging Abraxas.

"Abraxas, how dare you, I bet you're sleeping with him just as everyone says to gain favouritism, we all see how you look at him" Whalburga accused, drawing the attention of most of the surrounding students.

I looked around, this won't do. I move reprimand them, but it was at that moment that Abraxas chose to actually look at me. The outrage that used to be there was gone replaced by a look of awe. I made me shudder, the intensity of his stare, considering just how close he was to me.

"See, just like that...wait Orion what-what are you doing?" Whalburga shrieked as Orion also looked at me.

I feel the lust in the air, as the mood in the room changed once again. "Y'know Madison, I never noticed how pretty Riddle's hair was" those two Ravenclaw's were at it again, "Your right, is that a new cologne...it makes me just want to-" I didn't hear the rest of what she was about to say, as Abraxas grabbed my hand, pulling me closer to him.

I stared wide-eyed, just what did Malfoy think he was doing? "Malfoy unhand me this instant, your out of line...you all are what's wrong with you lot?" I questioned as everyone seemed to become zombies at the sound of my voice.

The Ravenclaw's behind me, began reaching for my robes, the rest of the Slytherin's in front began to clue in and started to close in. My veela began to hum at the attention it was receiving, emitting more pheromones. I understood, getting out of the way as Knott tried to grab me. I backed out into the hallway quickly, almost being tackled by a rather large seventh year Gryffindor.

I found an empty classroom near the dungeons, only choosing to calm my nerves after safely locking my self into the room. Looking back now I realized that Professor Dumbledore wasn't present in the Great Hall, nor was the Head Master.

'If they were, then that scene could have easily been avoided' I thought derisively. Leaning back against the stone wall of the classroom, I had potions first class hopefully everyone would have calmed down by then. Just then my mind flashes an image of Professor Slughorn's red, sweaty face, eyes hazy with lust-for me.

I nearly throw up, covering my face with my hands, sliding down the cool wall, coming to a stop at the floor. My claim mark burned, causing me to see sombre emerald orbs watching me. I grab the glowing mark in a painful grip, as I stifle my moan...that always happen when it's touched.

It seems that we've met before after all, but the memory of that day is a blur to me; all I know is that I woke up with this mark. I'm drawn out of my thoughts as the bell for first class tolls. I actually became sick all over the floor of the classroom. I dry heaved a few times before moving away from the mess.

Taking a couple of deep breaths I tried to quickly reign myself in. This wasn't me, and this behaviour is unacceptable; I jolted as the warning bell rang calling me out of my dazed state.

As I cast a cleaning spell on the floor, I thought grimly to myself that today was not going to be a good day. I chew on a couple of mint balls, calming myself to before slowly opening the classroom door. Seeing the halls empty I slowly made my way to potions class, five minutes late. 'Not good at all'

~*~

Normal POV

Everything seemed normal, when Tom quietly entered the full potions classroom a couple of minutes later. He managed to find a seat to the side of the room, closer to the door; if professor Slughorn noticed him he didn't mention it.

'Everyone looks normal, lets hope they stay that way' Tom thought, before turning his attention to the burly professor who began to address the class.

"Alright, everyone lets begin the lesson, today we'll be brewing a somewhat complicated potion, Amorentia a special type of love potion that gives off the scent of your soul mate" Slughorn stated. Tom's veela hummed at the word soul mate.

"You may work in partners if you like; we have a long class today so you should be mostly finished by the end of the period (1)" Slughorn finished, moving to back as students began to move around.

Tom sighed; he didn't feel like working with a group of people who no less than twenty minutes before was trying to molest him. Eying the room he spotted Kensington setting up his cauldron.

'Julius Kensington, why wasn't he in the Great Hall this morning? He probably arrived late' Tom thought to himself, before moving to sit next to the brunette.

Julius regarded him suspiciously, before talking to him. "...You're Riddle aren't you" he asked, curious.

Tom's left eye twitched, and he turned to glare at the boy. "Yes, I look different I know" Tom grounded out annoyed.

Julius narrowed his eyes at the blue eyed boy. "I was going to say that since you got your inheritance you seemed stronger...magically...although physically ..."He answered with a slight smile.

Tom didn't think it was funny, and he frowned, pulling out his textbook. "Look we've got less than two hours to finish this potion-"

"He didn't say we had to finish the potion" Julius interrupted. Tom growled, at the smiling boy.

"Well we're going to finish it...and never interrupt me" Tom snarled, pleased to note that Julius stopped smiling.

The other boy nodded, moving to gather the needed ingredients. Tom huffed; Julius noticed that he was part veela. 'Does he have a magical creature in his blood line as well?' Tom thought interested in the thought.

_*_

It was about twenty minutes to the end of the lesson, the potion was finished, but Tom was near the end of his rope.

'Is this boy really a Slytherin?' Tom thought furiously, as Julius kept on talking about his new kneazle; Tom wanted to strangle that stupid kneazle just to shut him up.

Tom felt a migraine coming on; luckily he spotted Slughorn two seats down and waved him over.

Slughorn sauntered over with a wide smile; "Ah, Tom why am I not surprised, so the potion is done then, yes?" the professor questioned, taking in the color and texture of the brew.

"Almost professor, I put it in a stasis so that you'd be able to assess its full effects" Tom stated, removing the stasis charm.

Professor Slughorn praised them on a job well done, glad to know that they finished it to perfection so soon. As soon as the potion was completed it was like a catalyst, and Tom inwardly cursed himself for forgetting the effects of such a potion.

A blast of magic waved over him taking over his senses; he not only smelt his mate, he felt him, tasted him, and it was like he was in the room with him. His body temperature spiked he felt like he was on fire, he couldn't breathe. He could faintly hear someone cast a protégo and another call for Dumbledore, but all sound seemed to fuzz out.

Tom...Tom...Thomasss

Tom looked around himself, he was in a deep fog, and his body was still on fire despite the cooling fog. He winced as his claim mark burned, glowing bright red in the dark fog.

Wait for me Thomasss?

Tom blinked, looking up into smouldering jade eyes. He moaned, as his mark was rubbed roughly, his body shuddered.

"S-stop...doing this to me, ahnn" Tom moaned in pain as his neck was gripped tightly.

I assked if you would wait for me Thomasss

The voice of his mate hissed angrily, squeezing the mark yet again; Tom cried out as tremors wracked his body. A cool hand ran across his body stopping at his groin, Tom whimpered arching to his ghostly touch. He felt cool hands grasp him painfully, he panted lightly.

"Ahnn...don't" Tom whined, but he couldn't do anything to stop him as he rubbed the now hard organ. Tom looked into angry green orbs as he was brought to the brink and then nothing. Tom gasped as his mate's cold hand held him tightly at the base of his cock.

You still haven't anssswered, don't make me angry Thomasss

Tom's breath hitched, his body twitched sporadically; he arched into cool fingers and nearly came when his mark as roughly bitten.

Thomasss...

"Yesss...hmm" he jolted, as he was caressed lightly.

Yesss, what?

"I'll...hnn...w-wait...please..." Tom moaned, as he felt a smirk against his neck.

Tom jerked as he was repeatedly stoked roughly; his vision swam as he came. He felt something run down his chin, and realized that his fangs bit his lip. The blood was licked away as he was roughly kissed.

I'll watch over you then...

Tom didn't have time to comprehend that, as he was hard again, his body overly sensitive after that first time.

~*~

Tom slowly woke up the dark chuckling of his mate made goose bumps appear all over his body.

He looked around blearily; he was back in the infirmary. He also noticed that he was painfully hard, and his mark was visible burning a deep red, and bleeding.

He heard the voices of the medi-witch and Dumbledore; they seemed to be arguing about something.

"Really Albus it was much too soon to send him back to class, and what you're proposing is most certainly out of the question, what did the headmaster say?"

"He said to do what I felt was best, and this is what I decide, Monday young Riddle will return to class," He paused, "and when the time comes he will return to his home during his summer holidays" Dumbledore stated, as if knowing that Tom was listening.

Tom choked back a sob; he wouldn't send him back there...like this would he?

Dumbledore turned to look at him, there was no twinkle in his eye, there rarely was for Tom these days. He then knew, without a doubt that Dumbledore would send him back to the orphanage; be he part veela or not.

Tenshibabe: Whoa...as you can probably tell that was the longest chapter that I have ever written. So this story is not fully planned out, just bits and pieces coming to me quickly I have no time to process them...um I suppose Tom was a tad OoC you all agree? Well sorry about that as I said this is my first HP story so bear with me.

We'll see Harry, and every thing about Harry next chapter, and just so you know this story does go along with the books until...um OotP but I omitted some parts and change some things, but it's still the basic story err would this be considered AU?

Before I forget:

(1) I don't know how long it takes to brew Amorentia; so I just guessed. : P

Lemme know what you think about this story, I'll continue it if you all like it, chapter 2 is slowly coming to life so bear with me.