Harry Potter And the Time Travel Incident
By Milanie
Disclaimer: Nooppeee doodles, not mine.
Author's notes: Just a little break from my other story, Harry Potter and Lily's Horcrux.Please read and review! (I know the chapter's kinda short, but it's the prologue. Other chapters will be longer.
Summary - Blame it one both Godric's experiments and Harry Potter's desperation. A time travel fic, no ships or slash. Dark!Drama!Necromancer!Harry. A Harry is Salazar fic
Without, the wind howled and lashed out against the house on Privet Drive. Inside a cramped little Cupboard under the Stairs, a shivering five year old boy curled up closer into himself, thin, tattered blanket drawn tightly around him. A pool of crimson red liquid lay innocently on the floor, rhythmiatic drops of the sticky wetness dripping down from the boy's hand.
I can't… I wish somebody would love me, the boy thought. No one will call me freak again. I want to go where everyone would love me!
Marianne Slytherin was not happy. In fact, that was a understatement. She was depressed. Her husband had just died on the last day of their honeymoon, moreover! And she loved Vulcan Slytherin too much to even consider-marrying or having another child with another man.
She might look composed on the outside, shedding few tears for her husband at his funeral, for the sake of being a proper pureblooded wife. And Marianne hated it. Charles probably died because of some incest disease, Marianne scowled involuntarily. How would she be able to continue the Slytherin bloodline like this? Damn fate.
A cry distracted her thoughts. ~"Help."~ It was weak, but Parseltongue carries across longer distances than normal voices. ~"Help."~It was weaker now.
Parseltongue? Marianne was up and about in a few seconds. The cry came from her porch. She rushed down the stairs and flung open the door. Her skirt caught in the hinges and with a ripping sound, it tore. The lady cursed uncharacteristically. It didn't matter- dresses could be replaced. She peered out of the doorway, and gasped.
~"You poor child!"~ tore out of her lips as soon as she saw the state the poor young boy was in. His clothes were in rips and tatters, blood caked his left arm which hung at an awkward angle.
The boy's cloudy eyes blinked blearily at her, then fainted.
Gently, Marianne scooped the boy up into her arms, not caring if the child's filth got into her gown. It didn't matter anymore- the child was her first priority. Her mind was made up- the boy was going to be hers- an all round solution to all her problems. She thought of a name the Slytherin heir should have. A great and ambitious name.
~"Salazar… Slytherin."~
Marianne smiled. Her little Salazar was going to be great someday.
TBC