A/N:There will be Albus/ Ron/ Hermione/ Ginny bashing in ,this is a you don't know what this means, go to and read the stories on you can already tell that there will be the bashing of these characters because I don;t even know if I spelled their names right! And there will also be character death, and many other yummy yaoiness.
Disclaimer: I, sadly, don't own any of the characters in this story, nor do I make any profit from this story.
Harry stepped through the flames surrounding the room holding the mirror. Scanning his eye's over the room, he was shocked to find that instead of professor Snape as he and his friends had thought it would be, it was professor Quirrel standing in front of the mirror. A sinking feeling sank in his stomach, and he called out in a weak voice.
"Professor?" His voice broke slightly as fear gripped at his heart. The taller male turned, a smirk on his pale face as his eye's rested on Harry.
"Harry! So...prosperous of you to join us." The older male called out, raising a hand and crooking his finger, motioning to Harry to come forward. Harry frowned. Firstly, the other male didn't stutter like he usually did, and he also said 'us' instead of 'me'. When Harry didn't move, Quirrel's eye's narrowed slightly.
"NOW Potter! Least I need to drag you over like a child by the wrist!"The older man snapped, instantly causing Harry to rush over to his professors' side with fear flashing in his eye's. The other mans eye's seemed to have taken a gentler look to them. And that, though, was when Harry noticed that his professors eye's were more green then before. Harry felt his eye's tear up slightly, only to quickly turn away from him.
"What do you see in the mirror Harry?" His professor asked softly without looking at the boy. Whipping his eye's, Harry looked up at the mirror, shocked to find himself looking at an older version of himself curled up in Lucius Malfoy's, Hogwarts potions master's-Severus Snape's-, and an even older version of the himself in the mirror's arms. His cheeks flushed were names over the older man's heads, and, what shocked him really, was the fact that the third man's name was Tom Marvolo Riddle. Harry froze up, shock clearly written on his face as his eye's met his older versions. The mirror Harry pointed to the back of his head, then pointed to Tom, then pointed to Quirrel with a wink and a loving smile towards the other three men before the image was gone.
"Tom" Harry whispered, feeling his professor tense up beside him.
"What did you just sssssay boy" Harry blinked, surprised to hear a new voice. Raising his head sharply, he saw a snake like face in the mirror. His eyes were steady as they scanned over Harry's face, causing a deep blush to burn over Harry's face.
"Tom Marvolo Riddle" Harry breathed out, starring with shock up towards the other mans face. Tears welled up in his eye's as he realized creature side sobbed in joy at the mere site of those green and silver snake eyes.
"My mate. my beloved." Harry breathed out as he felt two other links within his mind form other than the one that had been formed when he had entered the great hall. Voldemort's eyes widened as soon as those words were spoken. He already knew of Severus and Lucius being two of his mates, but he never realized that the very boy he had tried to slay that very Halloween night would have been his other mate. Anger ate at him as he hissed low in angry parseltoung, causing Harry to shudder and moan in pleasure as his eyes closed tightly. A smirk spread across Voldemorts face at the sight.
"Harry." He spoke softly, kneeling in front of the boy as he spoke. Harry looked up with innocent eyes.
"Were is the philosopher's stone?" he asked in the same tone he had used before. At harry's questioning look, he answered softly.
"If I have it, then I can come to you I can love you, aswell as Lucius and Severus can aswell sooner. We can take you away from those disgusting people who've hurt you. We'll make sure that they'll never harm you so you don't have to ever see nor go back to them." He told him with love in his eye's. With every word Harry's eye's glazed over with joyful tears at the mere thought of the promise. A wide smile spread across Harry's face at the images that it brought to him.
"You promise?" Harry asked timidly, looking nervous and worried.
"Of course I do 't worry. We'll protect you with out lives." Tom whispered soothingly. Harry seemed hesitant as he ran it over in his mind, before he slipped the stone out of his pants pocket carefully,holding it in the palm of both hands. It's blood-red color seeming to shine upon Harry's hands and arms. His eye's shined with joy and love as he stared up at Tom. Quirrel slipped the stone out of Harry's hands, smiling fondly down at him, before suddenly his body turned to dust, leaving Tom standing at his full height, just as he was in the mirror. Harry's eye's were wide in wonder and joy, tears once again spilling forth from his eye's. Tom turned towards him, love shinning within his eye's.
"I'll be back for you my I can promise you." He whispered softly in his ear. And before Harry knew what the hell just happened, he was suddenly alone and in front of the mirror, laying on his side with his glasses missing.
"Harry!" A deep male voice filled his ears, causing him to moan whether it was from pain or pleasure, he wasn't quite sure. He was carefully scooped up into a pair of warm,strong arms and easily moved out of the dungeons. He could feel every step the man took, and could feel the mans heartbeat. Though, his heart rate wasn't all that , the rate was extremely raged, beating as quickly as his feat were slamming against the ground. His breathing was heavy and ragged as he ran,his mind was in turmoil as he ran to the hospital wing. He was nearly in tears as he realized that if Harry dies, he'll never be able to keep living. He would rather be dead than let his pressous mate die. Turning around, he slammed into the doors of the hospital wing. Stumbling, he cried out Poppy's name, pure fear coursing through his veins as tears welled up in his eye's. Poppy's head snapped up and she quickly rushed in. motioning Severus to place Harry on a bed. Severus's breathing was becoming even more ragged as he watched Harry's face contort in sudden pain. Covering his mouth with his hands,he closed his eye's tightly, inwardly sobbing and trying to get in touch with Lucius.