If Wishes Were Heliopaths

By: SCS

Disclaimer: This story is based on characters created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Summary: A collection of random pairing drabbles, inspired by Kamerreon and excentrykemuse. You get to choose the pairings and the themes! A drabble a day keeps the Wrackspurts away.

Heliopaths: A spirit of fire; huge flaming creature that gallops across the ground burning everything in its path.

Wrackspurt: Invisible thing that floats in though a victim's ears and makes his or her brain go fuzzy.

Rules: Review with a pairing and theme you would like to see. Every 100th review i.e. 200th, 300th etc. review will get a one-shot. It doesn't matter which story of mine you reach 100 on! Everyone else who reviews with a pairing and theme will get a drabble. Each drabble/one-shot will have a song that I wrote to and best compliments it. Recommend songs too! This is your chance to see want you want. You can even ask for a glimpse into the future of my other stories. It's all in your hands now.

One-shot 1: Surrender

Frnight wanted Harry/Voldemort

Theme: Harry gets sent back into time against his will to kill Tom Riddle and instead decides to join him.

Song: You Found Me ~ The Fray

How did it end up like this? Cool calm green eyes gazed out at the mass of black below. He tuned out the actual words that flowed from the gorgeous mouth. Only the succulent sounds penetrated his somewhat bleak thoughts.

He stood at the top. He was the top . . . well in a way. He was second in this world, only slightly below him.

"Any words my love?" he turned to meet red eyes and drowned in them.

How did it end up like this?

..::...::...::..

It was like he was invisible, just how he liked it. Life went on around him, yet no one noticed him. By all means, someone should have seen him and pointed out that there was a never seen before student sitting there and picking at his dinner. After all, Hogwarts wasn't that big. Out of the corner of his eye, he finally saw him: Thomas Marvolo Riddle. He looked slightly older than his diary memory had been, which means he had already set the Basilisk loose once before.

Bottle green eyes closed warily and he slowly released a breath he had unknowingly held in when he saw the other young man. He stood with the rest of them. He descended into the dungeons with the rest of them. He became one of them. He would do whatever it took to get close enough to Thomas Riddle. What was that saying? Nip the problem at its bud or something like that.

He just had to bid his time.

..::...::...::..

He had to hand it to him. Tom was genius . . . before he went off the deep end that was. The young Dark Lord already had a tight circle of friends, acquaintances, followers, grunt men, whatever you wanted to call them, around him. He was sneaky in cultivating the best of the best for his inner circle and the worst of the worst for the mundane things.

He hovered silently over the slumbering man, slightly puzzled by the fact that this boy would turn into one of the Darkest Lords and yet could sleep so deeply. He raised the Gryffindor sword that Dumbledore had forced into his hand just as the spell took action. Just one motion and it could all end. He'd save so many lives. Do it. Do it. Do. It. Do. It. DO IT! Damn it! DO IT!

The sword trembled in his shaking hands, but would not descend. He was a coward. He wasn't even enough of a man to get revenge. The Dursley family was right. He was a good for nothing.

He fled.

..::...::...::..

"Hadrian Sapir."

How did it end up like this? He arched his back desperate for more. The voice continued to hiss his name into his ear. "Hadrian, tell me your secrets." He shook his head back and forth, lost completely in the sensations that coursed through his body. "Hadrian, tell me your secrets." Oh god! How he hated him. How could he be so coherent at a time like this? He couldn't even remember his own name right now.

A broken half sob half scream left his swollen lips. Fire raced through his body and set his nerves on fire. His dark sweaty damp hair stuck to his forehead and pure unadulterated lust shone from his green eyes. His pale body was bruised with love bites and finger smudges. His heart galloped in his chest. "Tom," the name passed his lips like a prayer.

Small puffs of air fell from Tom's mouth across his collarbone. He could feel those lips turn into a smirk against his skin. Tears fell from his eyes as the other man began to move within him again.

He was unredeemable.

..::...::...::..

"Will you not tell me your secrets?" He jerked up from his book to see the man that haunted him leaning against his doorway. His body was tense as he shut the book he was reading quickly.

"You must be mistake Riddle. I have no secrets." He hated that mocking smirk. He hated those brandy and blue eyes that glowed red. He hated what Tom made him feel. Most of all he hated his own weakness for this man.

Just as he moved to brush pass Tom, the other man caught his arm. Lips brushed his sensitive ear. "I'm never wrong." His emerald eyes rolled back and pleasure rocked through him. The book slipped from his hands.

..::...::...::..

Another night was spent in this bed. He pretended to be asleep. He could feel all the people in the room. He shivered as Tom's magic rushed over him and could feel everyone else shudder too. "We attack Dumbledore tomorrow." Horror raced through him. That didn't happen in history! Had he accidently changed something?

Despair rose like a tidal wave. Who was he going to loose? The grandfatherly man who sent him back in time because Voldemort was too powerful for him in the future or the man who he had come to . . . admire . . . respect . . . love?

Tears slipped from tightly closed eyes. How did it end up like this?

..::...::...::..

"Dumbledore's wand," Tom paused in tying the laces to his battle robe. Calm red-tinted eyes rose to look at the figure swallowed up by the large bed. Hadrian Sapir gazed right back at him. Green eyes glowed through the darkness.

Tom cupped the soft face. "What was that pet?"

Those kissable lips remained damnably shut. Tom watched the war going on inside through those eyes. Hadrian turned his head away. Scarlet eyes narrowed and he jerked the face back towards him and kissed the man within an inch of his life. "Now be good while I'm gone pet." With that mocking phrase, he was gone.

..::...::...::..

He sighed in bliss as he was filled up over and over again. He cried out his name. He moaned like a wanton whore. He seduced the man back for more each and every time. "Tom," He whispered. "Tom." And when the other man slept, he watched over him. Remorse coursed through him and shed a few tears for the future. It was gone now . . . his future was no long reality – it had become his past.

"Hadrian."

..::...::...::..

Green eyes rapidly blinked. Tom's face filled his vision. Slowly he turned and looked out at the assembled Death Eaters. It was a sea of black. The only splash of colors was the different masks that stared back at him.

He closed his eyes and felt at peace with himself finally. The future he fought for was gone. He now had nothing to fight for. The Potters were alive with more than one child, as was Sirius. Perhaps Dumbledore should have thought his moves through more carefully.

And so he began to speak. "There is a vanishing cabinet that leads into Hogwarts."

Harry James Potter was erased. All that remained of him was Hadrian Sapir – tactician, lover, husband . . . father. His hand fell on top of his extended stomach. His fingers were laced with another hand. Together, they felt life pulse from within.

How did it end up like this? Because you found me.

Author's Note:

Only a couple of things to say. I want to get everything straight in one go so the rest of the chapters don't have this. First off, I ask Kamerreon for permission and she said OK, so I'm not stepping on anyone's toes! Secondly, I know what the poll says. Most people want me to finish Hades' Gate first, but I have no idea when that'll be and this series is meant to be short rapid drabbles (This will probably be the longest chapter) and to serve my plot bunnies that get in the way of Hades' Gate. This does not mean I'm stopping Hades' Gate! Furthermore, it allows me a breather to explore and try new things. Next, this will be updated everyday (I'll try at least). This is open to everybody! Just please read the rules at the top OK?

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Without wax,

SCS