Hello lovely Readers,
Here is the first installment of Atlantian Ties.
This story takes place in an Alternate Reality, it is made up of Time Travel, MxM, Past-Abuse/ present Abuse, language, Death, gore/blood, and Dark Harry though with a lighter twist to his personality. More might be added later.
This story is taking place before Harry is even aware of Hogwarts and that he is a wizard so you can pretty much say this is before J.K. Rowling's story on Harry's life ever takes off. There will be time travel, abuse/ neglect, blood, Gore, violence, language, MxM action, sexual themes/ violence/and abuse, Alternate Reality, and character deaths.
Many of you reading this have probably read my story A Shadowed Life. In there I mention two other stories as well at the beginning of chapter one that I did previously, unfortunately I have deleted those two chapters and am in the process of giving those stories a rewrite. I am unsure when I will repost them if ever in the near future. I promised myself I would write one story at a time, but since this is a Harry Potter story as well I saw no harm in it since it was in general a similar story to one I'm already writing.
However, I must tell you this, or any other story I post on Harry Potter, while A Shadowed Life is not yet finished will take significantly greater time to have chapters come in, since I'm doing these chapters when I fall into a writer's block for the main story I am working on A shadowed life and believe me I get those quite often.
Anyways I hope you enjoy this chapter and hope to see you all around. :D
!WARNING!
Violence, sexual violence, abuse, and gore/blood/death in first chapter
Enjoy!
Things in the story you might want to know.
"Talking/ spells"
'Thinking/ sound affects/ Memories'
§ Music Song/ Magic Song §
-Parseltongue-
Telepathy
Chapter One- A New Beginning
Harry was tired and felt rather week he'd done all his chores out in the sweltering heat. What was worse is that it was his birthday was well. His lips were chapped and once again he had blisters on his palms. Pulling at some of the weeds without proper equipment was a punishment his Aunt had inflicted upon him. Every time something strange happened Harry was always blamed and always the one who was punished. He felt it rather unfair considering Dudley was the root-cause of it all it wasn't Harry's fault that the things happened when he was angry or upset. Then again he'd found out at a young age, that life… was never fair.
During his thoughts as he pulled weeds a shadow fell over him and he looked up and over only to pale. Had he not heard the man? Had he missed his calling out for him? Whatever it was he did not look the least bit happy with Harry. When he growled for Harry to get up and get inside Harry did so without a word. He'd learned early on that speaking when you weren't asked a question was a bad idea. So he kept silent and he never asked for anything in fears that he'd get punished again. Dudley's castoffs were all he ever got. Ranging from broken toys to, oversized clothing that seemed to always swallow Harry's small frame, whole. Even then though, it didn't guarantee that he would keep those for long, since the fat child seemed to always want something or another back.
Harry took a deep breath before they crossed over the threshold and the door slammed behind him. In the next moment Harry was being backhanded to hard he slammed into the wall and crumpled to the floor. Immediately he curled up into a small ball as the whale of a man stood over him and beat him. At times like these he wished what ever happened usually happened would happen now, but it wouldn't he knew as time grew on those times grew less and less and seemed to only happen when he was angry or upset. Right now all he felt was cold hard fear and pain and with that combination those special moments never took root.
Harry cried out when a foot struck his ribs and Harry was more than sure it was the bruised rib from his last beating. It was probably fractured now just like most of his other ribs had been at one point or another. He was lucky that when they did break they didn't puncture his lungs. When the beating stopped he registered the yelling being along the lines of listening and doing what he is told. This let him know, he in fact not heard the man calling out Harry's name outside before they came in and he was punished physically.
What horrified him more was that fact that his Aunt Petunia and Cousin Dudley were nowhere to be seen or heard. Days like that meant Harry's hell would become worse than ever before. Harry turned around and looked up at the man with wide eyes. His arm wrapped around him as he twitched in pain. He felt panic welling up inside him as the whale of a man who was supposed to be his uncle, approached him with a twisted grin upon his features.
"You know what's going to happen, freak," He sneered, "You're of the perfect age now and there is no one here to save you from your fate.
"P-please Uncle V-Vernon I'm sorry…" All that got him was a back hand across his face.
Harry whimpered softly as he heard the zipper to the man's man pants come undone and his face was forcefully grabbed and pressed against the man's crotch. Harry scrunched up his face and tried to push away. The man's other hand jabbed his side causing him to cry out in pain before the man took advantage and shoved himself into Harry's open mouth choking him on it. Harry's eyes filled up with tears as he struggled and failed to pull away. The man forcefully used Harry's mouth at a brutal pace and he thought he would suffocate before the man ever allowed him to breath.
When he was forcibly shoved away Harry had little to no strength in him. A tight grip in his hair had him whimpering loudly as he was drug into the kitchen, where he weakly tried to get away. It obviously pissed the fat man off for he pulled a knife out on Harry and Harry cried out when the blade sliced through cloth, sinew, and skin. Harry's shirt fell over his shoulders, drooping down to the crease of his elbows. Harry cried hard as he felt the man kneel behind him before running a finger along the long cut he made.
"Painting your pale skin red seems to suit you," he hissed before pressing cruelly on the mark made causing Harry to cry out.
Harry could do nothing but scream and cry out in pain as more cuts were made, some shallow and some deep. He wasn't even aware of his pants behind removed until he felt something press heavily against his arse. His eyes went wide and what energy he had left was to try and push away from the whale of a man, his small and slight form held no strength and he started to realize it was rather useless. Suddenly, he felt something hit him in the back of the head and his vision swam as his face hit the ground, shattering his glasses upon impact.
At that exact moment, Harry didn't hear the door shatter into splinters. He didn't hear the loud sounds of rage and he didn't hear the wet sounds of flesh tearing apart. Harry lay unmoving on the floor, his breathing shallow and pained as his vision blurred and blackened around the edges. His hearing sounded like it was ringing and for a moment he felt blissfully numb, before the pain came back and he was whimpering and crying once again on the floor, bloody and broken. He was aware of a gurgling sound before it cut off into silence.
It was a while before he felt overly gentle hands caressing over the damage done and a hissed curse as the other hand stroked over his hair gently, where the fat man had hit him hard. There were some murmured words and the pain seemed to increase before it soothed, almost as if it had been numbed. Those gentle fingers once again rain over the jagged edges of the cuts on his back before the vanished once again. He thought for sure the person with the gentle hands would just leave him there, but it returned after a while and gentle hand ran something over the wounds before he felt the familiar itchy feeling of gauze as it was wrapped around his back and chest.
"Everything will be alright little one," The voice was male, low yet soft in sound.
Harry whimpered softly as the man turned him over after he was finished wrapping his wounds. Those gentle hands held him close, cradling him against the male's form as he looked up into eyes he'd never seen before. The color was a strange eye color for anyone to have, the yellow color was split by a pupil that reminded harry of that of a snakes or cats pupil. The male's hair was short mostly except a long area of hair that was tied at the nape of his neck. Long bangs framed his face giving him a rather angelic look.
The man's features softened and he sighed, "I'm getting you out of here little one. This time line is doomed for destruction and I need you to save another. Only you can do this, I am sorry to drop this on you, but your life will be more preferable in this other time line, then this one."
Harry wasn't sure what he was going on about be his eyes slowly grew heavy and he slumped against the man as his whole body seemed to shut down and telling him he should sleep. So he did so without another thought. He felt safe for the first time in a long time. The last thing he heard confused him, but he could not answer as he slipped into darkness.
"It's time for you to face your real destiny Harry… it's been ruined to many times by Dumbledore and I will not allow it again," Then all was silent.
{Atlantian Ties}
The man looked down at the boy in his arms. He couldn't afford for this boy to die, and the balance of the world lay within the child's grasp. He was the most would call the man a guardian of time and space and he was trying his damnedest to bring balance back. He hadn't noticed the change in time lines until it had been too late. Many of the time lines were doomed and in many alternate worlds the boy in his arms had died or killed another who was not supposed to die. The other person was always being his other half, two sides of one coin that needed each other to balance out light and dark.
He'd traced back the source of the time line disturbance and was furious a Lord would meddle with his job. Wizards had stick guidelines they had to follow and were not allowed to toe into his domain and altering the fixed points in time was a no go. The boy and his mate were a fixed point, and the Lord had done a marvelous job of mucking up what fate and destiny had in store for the two males. The thing is he always took his job seriously and to think a Lord did something with his timelines royally pissed him off. He had to save a timeline and help to recreate others, because they all have perished by this point.
He stroked the boy's hair back from his bangs and traced the scar, "I am glad I caught you before his meddling got any further."
He pulled his robes off and wrapped the boy in them before standing and leaving the kitchen before pausing to stare at the mangled form on the floor. His eyes narrowed and he growled under his breath. The man was a foul creature, in this time line the man should have died of a disease, but no doubt the Lord meddled with his death as well. He stared at the bloody mess that laid there a bit longer tracing over the entrails that littered the floor along with the vomit that came from the man when the pain had been too much for him. Tears of blood streaked his cheeks as limbs twisted in odd angles or almost torn from his body laid about him in a symphony of chaos.
A twisted smile came to his lips, "You deserved this and worse… he was but a child and you tried to sully him with your filth. Fear not however, for you and every version of you created in each realm will suffer greatly until I have deemed your suffering enough and to me it will feel like days by the time billions of versions of you have suffered."
With that he turned with his precious bundle and left the house, leaving the gruesome mess to the two muggles that weren't home yet. He glanced down the street to the women who was peeking out her window down to the house he'd just vacated. His lip lifted in a sneer as he entered her mind, 'Tell that Light Lord of yours that if he ever messes with my job again I will personally ask Fate and Destiny to strip him of any right he has as a Light Lord.' With that he vanished from sight, not a crack to show he'd apperated, just the silence as his person vanished from view.
In another dimension between dimensions he appeared on an island surrounded by mystic star like clouding. In this clouding random pictures flashed within them of other time lines, those that were doomed to perish and those that had yet too. Before him however were two shrouded beings, one made up of a twinkling star like material and the other made up of a, cloudy silver almost liquid like material. Their hoods were drawn shadowing their features. A soft silky voice, from the one shrouded in the star like material, reach forth towards his ears as he approached them.
"I see you have forsaken one time line to save another. No matter this one saved timeline will help correct the many that the Light Lord had corrupted," the feminine voice said.
"Yes, Fate… and the time line I chose, is perfect. The Potter's never met, Lillian was asked to got to Beuxbatons instead of Hogwarts like James was, so Harry never existed… it was the one timeline that was changed more than any other, by the Wizard's magic meddling," He sighed as he looked down at the small child.
"How do you, plan to create his life in this timeline, that is not his own?" The silvery cloaked one asked.
"Well Destiny I was wondering if I could have some help on that," He said softly to her.
"Well Khronos, let me see this time line and we will see how we shall proceed," She hummed and Khronos nodded before moving towards a clouded area that showed rapid picture blinking across its surface.
"Here M'lady, I hope it passes both of your inspection," He stood silently still cradling the child in his arms silently.
Fate and Destiny squealed at the same time which caused him to jump, "Tis perfect Lord Khronos," Fate waved her had to stop on a picture of a boy in an orphanage, "Stick him where this one is it is further back on the timeline, but it's perfect for what we need done… it is not to terribly off from the line he was once in other then the Potter's having not had him later on… that and several other factors his timeline did not have… Give him new memories on top of his old ones. A new identity for him to have… he must keep his abusive memories… but with nameless faces, since Lilian's sister was never born and Vernon died in a bank robbery it will not interfere here. His parents were killed by an unknown assailant and they were called the Naga's, we will tamper with his blood to support this upon entering this timeline. Orion Harrison Naga will be his new name."
Destiny was nodding, "This would give the boy's the chance they needed and the ability to save not just their own timeline but many others, for when one is fixed the others adjust around the one to supports the off shoots of timelines that could stem from them all."
Khronos was smiling, "It shall be done. No spell can undo what is about to be done and if that crack pot decides to touch what is mine again I will rip his throat out myself and make him suffer in many timelines to come."
"Oh, we believe you on that dear… now let's focus on your little ward now. Keep him under stasis we do not want him waking while here, let his wounds heal on their own before sending him into the specified time line, buy then that young wizard, "She pointed to the boy in the picture, "Will be at least two years older by then. Though time moves quickly here the stasis spell will keep young Orion from aging or waking to know he's been out of the timelines for years rather than a few months. Now go we must not waist time."
Khronos nodded to Destiny before moving to the castle that stood in the center of the island. The two cloaked women followed him inside and down the long stretches of silent corridors before coming to a room that was fairly large inside. Upon the floor were rune like symbols, but the rune language used was one long lost to time. In the middle of the rooms was a stone table, with runes etched into the side of the table's surface. He laid Harry upon the table and stretched him out along the table's surface, before walking towards the area his head rested. He lifted his hands and let them hover a few inches away from the sides of Harry's head. His head bowing as his eyes closed, soft murmurs of a spell long forgotten drifting from his lips as his hands started to glow.
Long tendrils of bluish purple magic flitted from his palm to the sides of Harry's head, pictures of a made up life streaming in, and the removal of some memories, filtering out as he rewrote Harry's life. When Khronos finished his hands fell to the table and he open his eyes as he nodded and looked to the two silent figures at the doorway. His eyes gleamed with glee at being able to correct a mistake and being able to one up a meddling old fool.
"It is done, no magic any wizard knows will be able to alter his mind back to what it was. Not even my own magic or anyone else's can revert, it back to that of Harry Potter. He is now and forever Orion Harrison Naga," He smirked happily before scooping Orion up into his arms.
"Good, we will deal with the information corrections in for your chosen timeline… as well as his blood corrections upon his arrival into the time line. Everyone will remember the Naga's and their son Orion before the late Naga's died and Orion was the only survivor… records of his birth and that he is a first generation pureblood will be recorded as well. All the Naga family wealth will go to him on the required timeline age that he can inherit the family vaults in the timeline... As for his upbringing he was in a home, but the family turned out abusive and had died because of accidental magic used… thus how he ended up in the orphanage."
Khronos nodded, "Very well…Hopefully this will not cause more problems…"
"Aww you did wonderfully Khronos… This will be perfect all will go according to plan and if it should go astray we have faith you will nudge it back on course, after all… the light had been in power for far to long, the balance must be restored… the way the old fool went about it made the Dark Lord go critically insane and doomed his life and soul mate to kill the only chance the worlds had. So many time lines have died out because of his meddling. Harry was placed there to help stop the insanity, yet the man had used him as the opposite of his purpose," Fate said as she strode over and stroked Harry's scar.
"This will stay… even in this new time line Tom will sense the special connection they have. Their souls shall be bound together… they have to be and this will be the connection that draws them together. This Horcrux as the wizards call it…we will have to adjust it for the purpose we need it for…" She pressed her hand to the scar and it glowed yellow before it vanished, "The connection has been changed the soul piece of the man named Voldemort from another timeline had been turned into a tether… one that will grow as they stay close to one another and when they bond will be a telepathic link that no magic can disrupt."
Destiny clapped her hands, "Oh, such a lovely idea," She walked over, "Such a lovely child, we will have to alter his looks a bit you know. To match that of the Naga's good thing is his eye color will remain the same, though it will have more of a glow to them making them slightly inhuman, His hair will also stay black as pitch, though it will be long and frame his face giving him a rather angelic look. His features will be more of the Naga's aristocratic features and with skin that is naturally pale and not unnatural as those muggles had, had him sporting…hmmm I think that is all other than his height… unlike most Naga's he will be short because of the neglect he underwent."
Fate nodded as Destiny's hand turned violet and she waved it over Harry's person to change his looks. His blood would change upon entry into the time line, but right now his physical body must heal. A couple years would go by in the chosen time line while only a month would have gone by from Harry before he healed. Once the physical outer appearance was changed the two backed up and Khronos lifted him from the table to put him on a soft bed in another room while his wound healed. He would be taking care of the boys needs for his physical wounds while his body stayed in a mostly suspended animation. The three figures smiled at the sleeping form for a long moment before they left the chosen room he was to reside in until he was placed in the timeline they'd chosen for him.
{Atlantian Ties}
When the month ended Fate and Destiny returned and entered the room Khronos was in with the boy. The male was unbinding his now completely healed wounds. He still grimaced at the markings on the boy's back. Once finished he dressed the boy in attire they had agreed on him wearing. So he would appear just like the neglected and abused child he was written to be. The long ingrained mannerisms he'd picked up at the Dursley's would help inforce that though the name he would remember wasn't Dursley's, instead it would be the Forester's and since they died to Orion's accidental magic people would assume they'd been murdered and the battered child had been left behind untouched by the supposed assailant.
Khronos looked over to the women and lifted Orion up off the bed, before walking towards them with him in his arms. They slowly made their way to the located timeline they had wanted him in, before Khronos's magic enveloped them all and the entered the timeline. Khronos disguised them as police officers as the approached the orphanage were children played loudly. Though, one boy sat off to the side reading. It wasn't until they walked up the path of the orphanage that the boy looked up from his book when other children started to make a ruckus over their approach.
Something flickered over the boy's features, and Khronos knew the boy could not feel his, nor the two women behind him, magic. Though, he was sure he could definitely feel Harry's. Tom even as a child in all the other timelines had been able to sense magic on some level, but wasn't overly sensitive to it. With Harry's change in blood it would not be entirely unlikely if he was overly sensitive to magic when his old self never used to be.
As they walked up a couple care takers walked out and over to them immediately fussing over the child in Khronos's arms, "What can we do dear sirs, and what happened to the poor child."
"This child's name is Orion Harrison Naga, he is what we call a battered child, both neglected and abused. He was found in his home passed out, but alive… his adoptive family however…" He trailed off and seemed to look wary about saying anything on the topic, "They were found dead, it was a rather unpleasant scene, but we hope you'll be able to get him into a new home."
"Oh, we will do our best sirs," She said as she reached for Harry who Khronos relinquished the boy to her.
Khronos was handed some papers from Fate and he handed them to the caretakers, "This is his file, it has been duplicated for your benefit to be able to handle and deal with him." He tilted he hat on his head in a gesture of farewell as he said, "Have a good day ladies.
With that they left leaving them to take care of the unconscious boy in one of the women's arms. None of them, noticed the three officers vanishing into thin air. The boy who'd been watching them, kept his eyes on the small boy in the women's arms, not even noticing the vanishing act that was pulled either. The women went into the building carrying the small burden in their hands as they spoke to one another about where they would place him. It was only then though that they realized the only bed left for him to use was in the same room as the freakish boy who had strange things happening around him. They were wary of leaving the small child with such a dangerous child.
They had no other choice, though and they walked up to the room that he would be staying in for some time to come. Upon reaching the door they hesitated, mostly because they never really came up there to that room. With a heavy sigh they pushed the door open and walked over to the empty bed that the other male didn't use and laid the small child upon the sheets. They figured all he needed was some sleep and he would wake up, so they let him do so. They left him in the room to do just that before they went back to their duties.
It was moments later that when another figure appeared in the door way, staring at the sleeping child on the bed. He walked slowly and made his way to the bed side where he knelt down to stare at the other child. He'd heard what the cops had said about him, but there was something special about him as well, something special like he was. Silently he moved to his own bed and sat down upon it with the book he'd been reading outside still firmly clasped in his hands. He waited for Orion to wake wondering what kind of person he was and hoping he was nothing like the other children. He'd just gotten them all to fear him within the last year or so and finally gotten the respect he deserved.
He sighed and focused on the book in front of him and wasn't sure how long he'd been reading when Orion stirred on his bed. The male slipped his a bookmark in place to keep his page and set the book down just as Orion was sitting up. He could tell the younger male was disoriented and at first looked confused on where he was. He looked around and Tom felt his breath catch as the startlingly almost inhuman green eyes that landed on his still figure.
The boy blinked slowly, "Who are you?"
The voice was soft as velvet as though he didn't often raise his voice beyond a certain volume, "My name is Tom…Tom Marvolo Riddle."
"I am…"He paused to think as though he was unsure of what his name was, "Orion Naga…Where am I?"
Tom watched him closely and silently, this child was more cautious even then he was and to Tom he didn't like that, but he knew it wasn't a hate he felt for that no… he didn't like it because this beautiful child who looked to be a couple years younger than him, shouldn't have to be this cautious, "You were brought here by some police officers, this is an Orphanage called Wool's Orphanage. They said you were found passed out and the family that had you was… dead."
Orion blinked slowly as he sifted through his own memories trying to make sense of it all, "They were the Foster's…I hurt them somehow when Mr. Foster was dealing my punishment for burning lunch again."
"They made you cook?" Tom's face showed surprise as Orion nodded and looked over to him.
"Don't all children cook?" He asked, not remembering any other children being in the house he was in.
"No, that is a grown-ups job," He said to him.
Orion looked away and down at his sheets, "Oh…"
Tom suddenly had a thought, "Wait the people you said you were living with were the Fosters… but your name is Naga so what happened to your parents?"
Orion glanced over at him silently, "They told me they died… that someone killed them, I was a year old when they died and barely remember even remember them, though as time goes on It's like their faces have become a blur to me."
It was at this point the caretakers came back and Tom pointedly ignored them, "Oh it seems, Mr. Naga has awoken from his sleep. How are you dear?"
Orion hesitated for a long moment and the two women looked at each other before approaching him. As soon as they took the first step Orion immediately pushed himself against the head board and into the corner near the wall. He curled up in a defensive position, one a wounded animal would take on when they felt trapped. Tom silently watched the whole scene unfold as the women stopped their advancement on him and stared wide eyed at him.
"It's okay Orion, you are safe there is no need to be so frightened," One woman, cooed.
Tom thought they were idiots, he could tell Orion was not frightened of them, no. Orion was getting ready for a beating he thought was coming. He associated adults with beatings and it would take some time before he allowed adults to come close to him without reacting in such a way. He watched silently as one woman walked over and knelt down next to Orion's bed and reached out to gently touch his knee. The boy didn't even flinch, but stayed curled up peeking out at the women silently. Tom could feel the tightly wound energy around the younger male. The energy he'd started to call magic, it seemed to quiver around the male and was tightly controlled. As though the magic was afraid of the physical pain that it's master underwent. For magic to not manifest unless it thought it's master was in danger of death. This made Tom stop and think of those cops and wondered if they told as little as they could.
"Will you let us see what they did to you little one. We cannot help you if we are unaware of what they did. The police reports gave little to go by, but they said something about scarring… can we see it?" She said softly and Tom felt his patience slowly dwindling.
Orion uncurled and looked at her silently, as though he was assessing her words with great care before nodding slowly. He shifted on the bed, but turned around so his back was facing them. He tugged at his shirt and before he even got it off Tom's eyes zeroed in on the thick layout of scars on his back. A strange knot formed in his stomach at the sight of those scares and then his anger peeked in a way he hadn't felt in a long while. At that moment the window shattered and Orion looked over his shoulder up at the window in horror. Tom knew that look he'd done it many times when he was younger and had no name for what it was that caused things like windows shattering to happen.
He quickly started to apologize, "I'm sorry I didn't mean too."
They looked at him confused and then looked over at Tom, "No it's alright dear it was just him."
She waved her hands over at Tom with a scared look, "… but I… stuff like that always happened around me at home… Mr. Foster said I was a freak because stuff like that always happened."
He obviously didn't want to get Tom in trouble if it was actually his doing and Tom felt oddly about another taking the blame and it really didn't sit well with him. He looked at the women as dawning realization flitted across their faces before looking down at the scares on Orion's back. A cold emotion flitted across their features and Tom knew that look. They thought he deserved it thinking he to had a demon inside him that needed to be beaten out of him. Tom had, had similar looks and had often been put under a priests thumb for Exorcism for said demon that wasn't even there. Now Orion too would get the same treatment and Tom felt a strange protectiveness come over him.
The woman got up and looked down on him, "You will not have to worry about being struck here Mr. Naga. Though, you will go through the same treatments as Tom here… starting tomorrow."
Orion said nothing as the women left the room before to turned to Tom, "What are these treatments?"
Tom glowered at the door with outright distaste, "They are Exorcisms… they believe we have a demon inside us rather then what we have makes us then them."
Orion slipped his shirt back on and Tom watched him from the corner of his eyes, "That sounds… creepy. Are these Exorcisms bad?"
"Sometimes, depending on how much religious force they want to push onto the supposed demon's we hold," He sighed, "Last time they did one I lashed out by accident… I didn't like what they were doing and I lost my temper."
Orion shivered, "I don't want to go through those treatments." Tom looked at him straight on, watching as Orion curled in on himself on the bed, "I just want to be accepted as I am… or left alone."
Tom had to agree with him on that because he too didn't want what happened there at the Orphanage as well. He left Orion alone after that and watched him from afar. Assessing the feelings he had inside himself over the other male. The rest of the day they spent in isolation in their room together, Orion silently curled up on his bed in deep thought and Tom on his own reading his book once again.
When the next day came Tom and Orion were escorted to an off room where a priest awaited them. The priest wasted no time and immediately set upon Orion who had back up until he was pressed against a corner in the room. His eyes were wide as he looked up at the tall brutish form of the priest before him. The man pressed a cross to his fore head and started to yell at the same time his other hand grabbed his shoulder and started to shake him. Tom felt the feelings he had swell up in him and before he knew what was taking place the man was thrown away from Orion and he was standing in front of the shaking boy.
Exorcisms were horrific events that often scarred the person emotionally if they were too young. Always screaming and yelling, incantations and crosses… sometimes they used extreme methods depending on the case. This one was mild compared to what Tom had already gone through, but the boy behind him was already worse off than him and these treatments would possibly drive the boy mad.
The priest wasn't getting back up and looked to be in pain. It would be some time before the priest ever recovered or came back. He sneered down at the man before turning to Orion and grabbing his hand to force him to his feet. Without another word he drug Orion from the room with him, ignoring the stares and whispers from the caretakers as they rushed into the room the vacated. The days that followed he found Orion always close by and never seemed to wander to far from where he was. It seemed the younger male was comfortable in his presence and Tom found he didn't mind. As long as Orion wasn't bothered Tom was calm and it was rare for Tom to feel calm about anything.
Days turned to weeks and weeks into months before the tension on Orion started to die down. It was around then that Orion also started to refer to Tom as big brother even though they were not related in anyway. Yet Tom didn't stop him from calling him that and he felt an odd satisfaction in the younger male calling him that. The strange familial bond they had made Tom feel happier than he ever had and Orion always seemed to smile when he was around and no one else.
Other kids had attempted in getting close to Orion, but when they found out he was something like Tom they shunned him and attacked him every chance they got. Only seeming to cause the cautious boy's magic to lash out violently. At those point Tom cut in and separated the younger male from the others and the other orphans took note that Tom favored him over any other. They kept their distance after the first few attacks on Orion ended with several kids in critical care. Orion from then on never strayed too far from Tom and Tom kept a close eye on him even when he seemed like he wasn't. He also started to teach Orion many things the other child did not know. He even got him to enjoy reading, which was a plus because Tom thought knowledge was power.
Then adoption day came and Orion hung close until all the adults entered the room. At that point Orion's hands fisted into Tom's clothes and he made himself half hidden behind Tom. The families slowly made their way through the kids, some being immediately taken from the large group of kids. Tom seemed to tense and Orion soon followed suit when they both felt it. A strong power washed over them and their eyes zeroed in on a tall male dressed in business attire walked into the Orphanage along with a shorter person who looked to be female. They looked at most of the children, pretending to be interested in a few so it did not show they were looking for something specific.
Tom and Orion were at the end of the line of children and stayed stock still. Tom assessed them and found that this could possibly be his chance to leave this god forsaken place. He glanced down at Orion and felt his heart restrict, he would refuse to go though, if Orion wasn't coming with them and he was sure Orion would do the same thing if it was him chosen and not Tom. He looked back over at the male who he noted had short blond hair slicked back to give him a dignified look. On the side of his head his side burns that connected to a mustache and with thick.
The women next to him had wavy dark red hair, and both their eyes were a silvery blue color. She looked like a model would, her thin lithe frame curved in all the right places while, her husband looked to be strong and slightly muscular. Though, what really caught his attention was the energy he felt around them as they approached. They were strong, but were nothing compared to him and Orion's magical energy. However, they were trained in their energy so if it ever came to a fight there was no doubt in his mind they would win.
When they finally approached the end of the line, their faces grew solemn thinking they would not find what they were looking for here. However, when their eyes landed on them and mostly on the glowing green eyes of Harry the woman seemed to draw in a deep breath. She walked over to them and crouched down ignoring the warning looks they'd gotten from the caretakers. Orion hid some more behind Tom who glanced down at him. He wrapped his arm around him and pulled him into his side, showing a sign of protection to anyone who looked upon them. Tom looked back at the woman and let his magic feel hers. He'd had plenty of time to explore his power on his own, but Orion had not. His was wound tight unconsciously reacting to the nearness of the woman.
"What are your names?" She asked.
"I'm Tom Marvolo Riddle, and this is my little brother Orion Harrison Naga," Tom replied as he watched the two silently.
She smiled, "Such lovely names."
The man standing behind her smirked slightly, though his eyes stayed soft as his wife spoke with the children. Tom could see recognition flit across his face at the mention of Orion's name. It was possible this man had once known who Orion's family had been before he was landed there. His eyes went back to the women as she reached out her hand in a gentle gesture to Orion.
"My name is Astoria Black," Orion looked at her hand silently but stayed close to Tom as he reached out and shook her hand in greeting.
"I-it's nice to meet you Mrs. Black," Orion said softly.
He looked to Tom next and held out her hand which he shook too, "It's a pleasure to meet you Mrs. Black."
Her face lit up, "So polite…Oh Izar I want them both. Abraxas would love to have some cousins around his age and Tom is the same age as he is, it works perfectly."
Izar looked them both over before looking over to the caretakers, "We'll adopt these two."
"But sir these two are rather dangerous… they are not normal and freakish even," The women did not withhold their distaste of either of them.
Orion's face fell and he buried his face into Tom's side, "It's alright Orion…" Tom whispered softly as he watched the people before him.
Lady Black watched them silently her face showing sadness as she watch Tom protectively hold Orion to his side and the younger male seem to melt against his side. Upon hearing the words that had this reaction happening, a nearby vase exploded and Mrs. Black was silently cheering in side. She slowly rose from where she knelt, her appearance silencing the women. Her eyes held a cold anger as she walked over to the women placing a finger on her collarbone as she spoke coldly, yet her voice held a sweet tone to it promising harm if they did not allow the children to go with them.
"Now you see here, I want these two I do not want to hear you prattle on about something you know little about. Now will you allow us to adopt them and tend to them in our own way or will you refuse us and make us take you to court for not allowing adoption though you have no proof that we are unfit as parents to adopt them?"
The women paled and nodded, "As you wish…this way Lady Black."
Izar was smirking coldly at the women before he looked to Tom and Orion, "Come on boy's go gather your things. The papers will be finished and filled upon your appearance again."
Tom nodded and nudged Orion from his side as they climbed the stairs to their room, "So what do you think of them Orion?"
Orion looked back before looking up at Tom, "She was nice… though a bit scary. I'm not sure about Mr. Black though."
Tom nodded, "Living with them I suspect will be way better then living here. They were looking for someone like us. We're lucky they got here… otherwise we'd be stuck here…did you feel their energy I thought you about?"
Harry nodded, "Yeah, they're special like us right?"
Tom chuckled, "Yes, they are."
Tom helped Orion to pack his bag before packing his own. Once finished they headed down stairs to the main corridor where Mrs. Black and Mr. Black waited. Harry tucked himself against Tom's side again and Tom felt a smirk flit to his features before it died just as quickly. Ever since Orion came into his life the boy had taught him what love was like to have and to give in return. That was what drove Tom to be fiercely protective of his green eyed companion.
"Ready?" Mrs. Black said as she held out her hand.
Orion hesitated before reaching out, his other hand automatically clasping Tom's hand to keep him close. Tom felt smug about this, because Orion would always be close to him more than anyone else. Tom watched the man named Izar as he pulled out a strange stick and tapped his and Orion's bags, making them shrink. That caught his attention and he felt an almost excited feeling to spread through him. Once they were out of range they stopped and Orion looked up puzzled at the two adults.
Mrs. Black knelt down, "We'll be traveling a way most never travel. It's special and we hope to teach you both about it in time. So hold onto my hand tightly okay?" Orion nodded and held on tightly, then she looked to Tom, "Take Izar's hand Tom and don't let go."
Tom nodded and let go of Orion's hand, though he noted the look on the younger male's features. Tom smirked at him and in turn he got a glower from the younger male. He knew Orion knew of his habit of wanting to be close to Tom, in time he hoped to change that a bit so no one would take note of how close they were. Tom turned to Izar who instead of taking his hand placed a hand on his shoulder and Tom was fine with that. He wasn't at all sure he could hold the man's hand, considering he really didn't like touching people, other the Orion. Orion had been the only one he'd allow close to him or to touch him, but since this was necessary he didn't mind.
What happened next was very disorienting to both him and Orion. One moment they were out in the middle of the street and the next they were in the foyer of a large home. Tom felt really light headed though he was faring better than Orion, who was looking extremely pale and had collapsed to his knees. Tom moved away and made his way to Orion, who Astoria, was coaching him on how to breathe, so he would stop hyperventilating.
"Orion…" Tom knelt down and pulled him close to him, cradling Orion in his arms. Orion looked up at Tom as Tom place a hand against his chest as his back pressed against Tom's chest, "Feel me breathing? Match my breath."
The two Black's watched silently as Orion slowly but surely started to match his breathing until his breaths became normal and the color returned to his features. Tom sighed and slowly helped Orion to his feet. These incidences didn't happen often and usually when they did happen it was when something triggered his memories of his abusive foster family. Tom looked to Astoria and Izar who were watching them silently before Astoria came forward and knelt down.
"Are you doing okay, Orion? I'm sorry about that… hopefully after enough times of doing that you'll be able to travel without incident," She said softly to him.
Orion nodded, "I'm okay…" he was wary of doing that again in the future, but something told him it was unavoidable.
Astoria brushed a strand of hair out of Orion's face, "We'll help you learn what you need to know. You both are wizards and judging by your aura's you are rather strong for your ages. You just need guidance and discipline to use that magic effectively. You will be taught many things while you are here and someday I hope that you will be able to call us your parents."
Orion watched her silently and by the looks on their faces he knew they knew about him and Orion. The treatments they'd gone through and the abuse Orion had gone through before even coming to the orphanage. Astoria stroked the side Orion's face before looking back at Izar who'd called upon a house elf and was waiting silently for them. Orion's eyes zeroed in on the house elf in wonder and Astoria laughed softly as Orion looked for a polite way to ask. She saved him the time of asking by answering readily.
"This is our House elf Tizzy. She is a magical creature that serves our family readily. They cook, clean, garden and they do many other things," She said to him.
Orion hesitated, "Do you…punish them?"
Astoria at first looked confused and then her eyes widened in horror. Yes, they knew about his scars but not the stories behind them. Only Tom knew and he knew that they would ask him to fill them in, since he knew Harry never would. She shook her head no and looked at Izar before looking back.
"No, they are disciplined yes, but never do we raise a hand to them. It is uncivilized to do so and we found they are more readily to serve if they are treated in a manner that does not have violence in it," She said to him, "To a house elf they are more distraught when they cannot serve. If we punish them by telling them they cannot help in anyway then it is all the punishment they ever need. They find it offensive to have anyone help them do their jobs."
Orion listened to her words and nodded slowly accepting her words of assurance, if he found out later they were lies then he was sure Orion wouldn't speak to them for a long time. That was one thing Tom knew about Orion, he was all about giving people the benefit of the doubt and even going as far as giving second chances. Orion was always forgiving, until there were no more chances to forgive. Tom thought it was a fault of the younger males, but Tom wouldn't ever change that about him. Even with all the pain he'd been through Orion was still loving and caring no matter what. He never lashed out intentionally, well that is until all of your chances are used up. He'd seen it happen only once and it had been when Orion had intentionally let go on the Wool's Orphanage's worst bully.
Tom watched the silently and they'd even asked if they wanted to change their names. Orion had refused, wanting to keep his name sake, Tom however did not. Instead he became Lynx Phillius Black, his reasoning being he didn't want his father's name. Though, he knew Orion would continue to call him Tom, and Tom knew only Orion would ever be able to call him that name. It was shortly after that, that Izar Black did a blood test on the both of them to find out their blood heritage. They found Thomas was a half-blood his mother having been a women name Merope Gaunt. She'd been disowned and removed from the Gaunt family for marrying a muggle, named Tom Riddle. Orion was a first generation pureblood, his mother being a half-blood and his father a pureblood. Tom was glad to be a half blood, because they were treated better than muggleborns as he found out from some things Izar said. Though, Tom never planned on letting anyone know his blood status other than Izar, Astoria, and Orion.
Something told him none of them would ever tell anyways, so he found himself not worrying about it at the present time. After, they were done and settled in, Astoria showed them around while Izar went to his study to do some work. It seemed the older witch had wanted children badly, but could not have her own and thus had planned on adopting. She was ecstatic to have two sons now, regardless on their blood or family ties or their past. When they came upon the library, Tom immediately set himself to reading any book he could get his hands on. Orion followed suit shortly afterwards, both having become quite the book worms back when they were at the orphanage.
Astoria watched them for a long moment before she left them to read, confident they would be fine on their own for a while. Tom found some books on etiquette figuring it was best to learn about the culture they would be thrust into from this day forth. He gave Orion one of the books he'd found for him to read as well. The sat down and began to read, before applying what they learned from the books to themselves. Tom looked at Orion with a small smirk… this was the world they were meant for. That they had been born to yet denied the ability to live in it. This would be a new beginning for both of them and what lay ahead was something they would struggle through together.
Next chapter- The visitors
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