Beyond Time
Sinopse: Upon entering a vanishing cabinet, Harry will stop at Hogwarts in the summer of 1942, where Tom Riddle is only a grader of Hogwarts and Voldemort does not yet exist. Slash HP/TR.
Disclaimer: Obviously, Harry Potter does not belong to me.
This story is classified as M. Just because it is adult content. It can deal with torture, mentions of rape, abuse, and other heavier topics. Not to mention that it portrays the homoaffective relationship between (Harry and Voldemort). You are warning, so what happens from here is your responsibility. Choose to read or not.
Explanation: The story takes place after the war and Harry ends up traveling in time due to an accident (counted below). Since there can not be two people of the same name or be born of my parents (blood connections), Harry has gone back to the past in another identity. Born as a Black child.
This fanfiction is also available in Portuguese at Nyah! Fanfiction.
I use translator, so reconsider mistakes.
1942
Chapter One
Harry was looking at a picture of his godfather whose frame was on a small old dresser. After the war ended, he took refuge in Black's former home. That with the help of Monster, it was becoming a pleasant place to live.
"Good morning, Godfather," he smirked at the object, as if Sirius was indeed right in front of him. "Monster and I made cookies today. They were not the most delicious. But I think you'd like it. He told me they were his favorites. "
The enchanted portrait smiled, Harry imagined that Sirius had liked the idea.
"It's never going to be the same thing," he sighed.
Lately he had imagined many things, among them the people he longed for, who had died in battle, talking to him.
Hermione and Ron had told her that was not good. To them, Harry should let their memory go. Going forward and not going back to the past.
With that, Harry missed Luna. She would understand him and know what to do about it. After all, the girl with multicolored specters always had an answer for everything.
"Mr. Potter," the house elf called. "It's tea time."
"Not today, Monster." He looked at the small creature. "Do you mind eating alone?"
"Monster is worried about the Lord," he confessed.
"I'm not hungry," he said.
Harry found himself alone once more. He was thinking about the war. It was strange to think that Voldemort had been defeated. There were 17 years connected to him. It would not be so easy to understand why the boy does not stop thinking about him.
At that moment, Potter realized that his hatred for Riddle was no longer the same.
And to think that all suffering was over. The wizarding world was in harmony with the forces of good.
All Harry could ask himself was who he would be from there.
Without Lord Voldemort no one would need the boy-who-survived. One did not exist without the other. So...
He was Harry, just Harry? Or would your hero's reputation increase anything?
It's not like I need to. After the end of the battle, all he wanted most was to be away from Hogwarts, and to make his own decisions, not caring about his safety.
Dumbledore was what really held him in that castle. He was dead and the others safe from threats. With that, he decided not to take the eighth year of the school of magic and witchcraft.
Ron and Hermione decided to come back and they seemed really happy to do their senior year together. Harry was happy for them. Ronald even told you that he was planning to ask her to marry him at the end of the year, preferably on the Hogwarts Express, where they first met.
I heard that Ginny had come back with Dino and was fighting for the position of goalie in the Harpy team. He wanted the best for the redheaded girl. Even if they had not worked, they ended without discussion. Staying just like good friends.
The truth is that after a few attempts, being they Cho, Luna and Ginny, Harry imagined that the problem was with him. After a binge, in an exchange of mates with Malfoy at the Boar's Head, he found his ideal in masculine curves.
From that day, he even had a short relationship with Zacharias, and then ended up alone, having as the only company on the cold nights, Monster.
Harry saw before his eyes the figure of his patron being transmuted into a graceful doe. This led him to think of his former potions teacher, being in fact the cause of that change.
"I never thought I'd miss you, Professor," he laughed to himself.
I wish I had time to meet the real Snape. If he knew of good stories from his mother, even if he did not want to tell them, if he knew how, Harry would discover them.
"Would it have been different if you'd told me before?" She asked, already knowing the answer.
He would have taken all the time lost to know more about his parents and about himself.
They might even become good friends.
He thought of Jorge when he remembered his friends. He had not heard from him in a long time. The only people she still had contact with were Ron and Ginny.
She wondered how Mrs. Weasley should be. The last time he saw her, he looked desolate, with no ground beneath his feet.
Ron told him he was helping out at the store. A small advance that led Harry to imagine that the other twin had not given up on their dream.
I was still trying to move on, even if I was injured.
If he had lost Fred, he could not even dream of Jorge's pain.
Harry fumbled for the key all around, until he found it and could kill his curiosity about that closet. He remembered Malfoy and Narcissa at the store, they were really alike.
"Let's see why you're so special." He turned the key and heard the roar of gear. When he finally managed to unlock it, he opened the doors and found an empty space.
Harry did not understand why there was nothing there. But he did not have much time to think about the scare, was thrown into the closet and glimpsed the image of Monster.
The Hogwarts Express whistle blew into his ears and slapped them with his hands, lowering his head, noticed the broken clock between his feet. It marked exactly 00hrs and indicated that they were in the year 1942.
"Harry" felt his arm drawn and almost sighed in relief at seeing himself out of the closet. "Why always so dirty, dear?"
"I fell and ..." He gave up explaining the look around and saw the house strangely full.
"Walburga, welcome them."
"As you wish, Mama," a small girl lifted her skirt and revered Harry and the woman who accompanied him.
"Welcome Aunt Phoenix and Cousin Harry. May your stays be advantageous, "he wished.
"Your cousin Orion is right there with the other boys. Join them, son. "The woman dismissed him and stepped quietly out of the center of the room.
Harry stood in the same place, not really understanding what was happening.
Beyond Time
1942