Title: Fate's Fickle Hand

Author: Sinistersmiles

Disclaimer: I do not own The Harry Potter series.

Warnings: SLASH! Tom Riddle/Harry Potter. Severus Snape is Harry's father. Occasional grammar and spelling mistakes might occur, as English is not my primary language. Dark Harry! Time Travel!

Summery: Dark and prodigious; Tom Riddle can manipulate everyone to his advantage until he encounters the mysterious and enchanting Hadrian Beaumont. What he does not know is that Hadrian Beaumont is his soul mate, who was previously known as Harry James Potter.

xxxxx

Dumbledore sighed and looked at the parchment in front of him again.

He had thought that everything was going so well. They had finally managed to kill Voldemort and capture his death-eaters with minimal causalities. The shadow of darkness over their world had receded and everyone was relieved and somewhat happy, nursing their wounds and building families.

Everyone but the Savior of the Wizarding World, one Harry James Potter.

Of course, no one noticed, not even Albus but Severus was the first one to bring his attention towards it.

'The boy has lost his soul, Albus. I can see it in his eyes.'

Severus was apt in his observation as always but for the life of him, he could not understand why. All of Harry's friends had survived. He had a pleasant life and Dumbledore had heard rumors Molly Weasley pushing for Ginny and Harry's marriage.

Not that it would happen soon, Harry still had one more year until he graduated from school and Ginny had two. Moreover, despite outward appearances, Albus knew that there was no love between the youngest Weasley and Harry. In fact, it would be safe to assume that Harry had totally given up on love.

The boy had distanced himself from his friends and comrades. He had taken to spending time in the library or in the Chamber of Secrets knowing no one could follow him there to try to cheer him up.

Harry had done what he was destined to do. When Voldemort had tried to possess Harry, something unknown in the boy just snapped and consumed the Dark Lord's Soul. It was as though a Dementor had kissed Voldemort. Albus had then killed at soul-less body and burned it.

While the entire wizarding world rejoiced, Harry had been mourning.

Albus never realized why until now.

In the parchment cradled delicately in his grasp was the reason. It was the result of a simple spell. The spell was used to identify if a person had a soul mate or not.

Harry had one.

His name was Tom Marvolo Riddle.

Albus rested the parchment on the desk and laid his head in his arms. Seeing this, Severus walked up to the desk and read the result. The Potions Master paled and collapsed onto his chair.

"Dear Merlin…" Severus whispered and looked at the dejected poster of Dumbledore with wide eyes.

Albus sighed, "My poor Harry." The headmaster whispered in an uncharacteristically defeated tone. "And he already knew, he had knelt besides Voldemort's body and cried and I thought they were tears of relief."

Severus tensed and his face became stony with determination.

"He is my son." The Potions Master whispered.

Albus nodded, "I know that Severus, but this matter cannot be helped. Harry will never know happiness. Even if he knew that you are his father, it would not ease the pain in Harry's heart. It is too late, my dear boy."

The headmaster's pessimistic attitude surprised him but Severus knew that nothing short of death will ease Harry's pain. That observation brought dread to his heart and he knew what he had to do.

"Albus…" he whispered softly, with conviction and the ancient wizard looked at him with concern, "You have had my son for sixteen years. You left him in his aunt's dubious care, I did not dare object, you asked me not to reveal my relationship with him and maintain my distance, I agreed. You asked me to train him to the point of exhaustion and watch over him while he risked his life for this world, I did. However, you cannot ask me to watch him die, Albus. He defines my existence. Without him, I cannot live and nor am I willing to live."

"Severus…"

"No Albus." Severus whispered with utmost certainty, "He is my blood, my soul and my child. I have no other reason to live but him and I will not allow you to let him waste away… I cannot." The Potions Master took a deep breath, "You will have my resignation on your desk tonight. I suggest you summon Miss Veronica White to take over my post as the Potions Professor; she is very skilled and will be a good teacher. I know that she will not refuse."

He stood and started walking towards the door, "I will be withdrawing Harry from this school and taking him with me."

"What are you planning to do, Severus?" Albus asked in a low, pained whisper.

Severus looked at him from over his shoulder, "My son needs Tom Riddle. I will give him Tom Riddle and a chance for a normal life."

Albus's eyes widened and he shook his head, "Severus be reasonable… there is no need for such drastic-"

"I do not wish to be reasonable Dumbledore. It is obvious that my son is not selfish enough to take care of his own needs so I will be selfish for him. You have accomplished your purpose; the wizarding world is safe now. Leave us be."

Just as Severus was about to leave, Albus leaned back and spoke, "I am a very old man, Severus and I have seen young lives flourish within these walls before disappearing into the outside world, some successful, some struggling but they have always found some happiness." The Great wizard shook his head slightly, "Your son is most dear to me Severus and if you think that you can help him, I will not stop you. My dear boy, I wish you good fortune and happiness. Enjoy fatherhood, Severus Snape."

Severus nodded curtly and stepped out of the office only to find Harry standing in front of him.

The older man stilled and peered into his son's impassive eyes, "Were you eavesdropping, Mr. Potter?"

"When someone discusses about me, it would be only natural for me to eavesdrop now, wouldn't it father?" Harry whispered stonily before grasping Severus' hand in a vice-like grip and dragging him along. "I do believe that it is time for you to confess your sins, professor. You claim to care for me, I would like for you to prove it by telling me all your secrets that are related to me and my mother… supposing Lily Potter was really my mother."

Severus raised a brow in amusement, his obsidian gaze landing on pale little fingers that now circled his wrist. He humored his son and willingly allowed himself to be dragged.

He was being taken to the Room of Requirement.

The door shut behind him in a slam and Harry settled himself on the couch with an icy glare towards his father. "Now, let's start shall we?"

Severus closed his eyes and leaned back tiredly, "Well, I suppose I must start from the beginning." He paused a moment before looking into Harry's eyes, "You suspicions are correct, Lily Potter was not your birth mother. You real mother was Adrianna Malfoy Snape. She was Lucius' sister and my wife."

Harry scowled but did not say anything. He did not cherish the fact that he was related to the Malfoys, even if he had come to tolerate Draco to an extent and that was only because Ginny was in love with the ferret.

"She was the one to give you to Lily, without my consent, because she was terrified of the kind of life you would have if the Dark Lord took notice of you. She died a month after you were born."

Harry laughed dryly and looked at Severus with hollow eyes, "A life no worse than the one I lead now, I do not doubt that. Had I not been raised with values of the so called 'Light side' perfectly nurtured to be a Saintly Golden boy, I might have been with Tom… rejoicing in the glory of love that knows no bounds… even in death."

"Harry…"

The boy waved him off and turned his head away.

Severus' eyes darkened in an echo of his son's pain. "Harry… he was not someone who could comprehend your love. He gave up on it a long time ago."

The young boy sighed and closed his eyes. "You think that I am not aware of that?"

"Why did you kill him then?" Severus questioned softly, "Why, when you knew that he was you soul mate?"

"In killing him, I saved him." Harry whispered and wrapped his arms around himself.

Looking at Harry suffering for Voldemort in such a manner brought rage to his heart but he suppressed it knowing that the love that came with a soul bond was blind and intense. The fact that Harry even managed to kill Voldemort and survive the agony of his death was a miracle.

Harry cleared his throat and tentatively looked at Severus, a question in his eyes, "What were the both of you discussing in the office? Why in the world would you resign?"

Severus sighed and closed his eyes, "The House of Snape is an old pureblood family Harry, and we have many secrets. One of those secrets is a very ancient dark spell. It will transport us back in an alternate version of the past. The moment we reach there, we will replace our alternate versions."

Harry raised a brow, immensely surprised but wary, "What is the catch?"

Severus smirked, "Why, Mr. Potter, that is a rather Slytherin-like question."

Harry frowned in disapproval at the remark, "Different people cannot be categorized into four distinct groups, professor. You should know better. If it were that easy, the world would be terribly dull and predictable. Onto serious matters please?"

Severus nodded, he was proud of his son's maturity, "There are many problems that could occur. There is a chance that we might be unsuccessful and die a very unpleasant death. There is also a chance that Tom Riddle may not be your soul mate in the alternate version of the past and the whole journey might prove useless. There is also a chance that you may not be able to accept Tom. I know for a fact that if in that dimension Tom Riddle is not your soul mate than your death will come sooner than expected."

The calculating mind was awash with plans as the Potion's master spoke, "I will be known as Severus Alexander Beaumont and you, of course will be my son Hadrian Lucian Beaumont. You will be joining Hogwarts for the seventh year."

"I will not start a relationship with Tom Riddle, sir." Harry whispered and smiled solemnly when the Potions Master directed his startled gaze towards him. "I wouldn't be able to stand it but his existence would allow me to live. The fact that he is alive and well is enough for me to stay alive."

Severus snorted at his self-sacrificing attitude and raised a mocking brow, "I thought that you were smart, Harry. What makes you think that Tom Riddle will let you be? You do know that if you are his soul mate than he will pursue you?"

Harry mimicked Severus' gesture perfectly, "And I am stubborn enough not to give in… not if he is the same person who wouldn't hesitate to kill innocent people."

Severus leaned forward and grasped Harry's chin in a firm grip, "Stop pretending to be a naïve child, my heir." He whispered dangerously, "I am not Dumbledore; I am not someone who expects you to be a child with an adolescent mindset. You are far too mature intellectually to believe that Tom Riddle will leave his malicious ways because you asked him to. Kill innocent people, that is the way of the world, a constant struggle and it will always be there as long as the Ministry is corrupt and several factions of the society are being suppressed."

Harry nodded solemnly and leaned back. "You were loyal to him."

"I was." Severus said slowly, "Voldemort as you knew him and the Dark Lord that I knew were different. Even Dumbledore agreed with the Dark Lord's ideals but not his methods."

"And what were his ideals?" Harry questioned tightly, "Are they worth killing and torturing people?"

"Did you know that every freedom fighter is a terrorist until he achieves that freedom?" Severus questioned casually and Harry frowned. The older wizard continued, he knew his son was a practical person, Harry would understand, "You have read Salazar Slytherin's Parseltongue journals have you not?"

Harry nodded reluctantly.

"Then you know what he suspected." Severus observed.

Harry sighed and smiled, "I would say that he was right in what he suspected. In fact, I know that he was correct."

Severus raised a brow, "And what is it that you know, dear heir?" he questioned silkily, intrigued.

Harry rubbed the bridge of his nose and frowned, "What Slytherin suspects is partly right. You see, according to him, wizards belong to two distinct categories. There are those are proficient is performing light spells and those who are very good in performing dark magic."

"And dark magic is not evil." Severus informed.

The boy shrugged elegantly and smiled at his father, "Yes, but Salazar Slytherin did not understand the sheer complexity of magic itself. He focused too much on spells and wizards and even blood."

Severus raised a brow, "You suppose that you know more than a man who was known to be a genius?"

"He may have been a genius," Harry drawled softly, his killing curse eyes mesmerizing the older man by their sheer magnificence, "But he did not have the sight to see magic."

Severus raised his brow skeptically. The young man before him smirked and answered his unasked question. "You know what blood types are, don't you? A…B...O?" At the professor's nod, Harry continued, "Magical beings have different types of magic. In simple terms, I could categorize them into White, Black and Grey but that would not be an accurate description. What people suppose to be light magic is actually, burning, fiery red."

"Red?" Severus questioned, intrigued and he leaned forward in anticipation of an intellectual conversation. "Yes, Red. Magic that is based on love, life and birth. It is passionate and full of life. Then there is neutral magic. Healing arts and Potions are usually a branch of this magic. It is the color of Slytherin green. Anyone who endeavors to learn these fields of magic can perform it. I would say that Necromancy also comes under this branch of magic."

"Necromancy is considered the darkest of dark magic, son. It is not neutral." Severus argued but Harry snorted and looked at the wizard in the eye. "What if I say that the Patronus charm is dark?"

Severus scowled, "I would not believe you."

"Why?" Harry questioned curiously.

"It is a spell that is used to protect you from dark creatures Harry. It is a spell that you are able to perform with astonishing ease."

"That is because my magic is dark, dearest father and so is yours. It is the color of icy blue." Harry smirked slightly at his startled expression and continued, "I am capable of doing light spells but I can never be proficient at them but I can master every dark spell there is without much trouble. Dark rituals intrigue me but I cannot perform a simple healing spell without much effort. You must understand. The color of spells does not indicate the type of magic that is used. Nearly all spells are produced by weaving strands of magic together. In weaving magic, the color of the spell is what the creator of the spell desires it to be."

Severus frowned. There seemed to be no logical reason why the color of magic and the color of spells should be different.

"There is a consequence though. A light wizard can only handle that much of dark magic and a dark wizard cannot tolerate too much light magic. It goes against their very being. This is precisely the reason why there are always Dark Lords popping up. When a Light wizard performs too much dark magic, he will lose his mind. When a dark wizard uses too much light magic, he will start to lose his hold on magic." Harry shook his head and sighed ruefully, "The world is on the verge of decay because of this. When the authorities try to stop the use of dark magic entirely, they are weakening the dark wizard population and that would ultimately lead to draining of all magic there is and we will be nothing but ordinary muggles."

Severus frowned thoughtfully, "So, you are saying that a magical being is born with a proficiency in one particular form of magic?"

Harry scowled and shook his head, "Well, talent of course will vary from person to person. For e.g., Hermione is a very talented light witch, she may not have the power to back it up, but she is very talented. However, Ron is not talented and he has power. He too, of course is a light wizard."

The Boy Who Lived smirked slyly, "I will let you in on a secret." He leaned forward, "The Sorting Hat mostly puts all Light Wizards into Gryffindor and Hufflepuff. Slytherin and Ravenclaw usually get Dark Wizards."

Severus raised a brow, "Then how did you, a dark wizard, land up in Gryffindor?"

The boy sighed, "Call it the ignorance of youth. The general opinion about Slytherins influenced my decision. I was so hungry for acceptance and friendship that I thought Slytherin was a bad choice for me even before I considered it from an unbiased point of view. I let Hagrid, Ron and Malfoy discourage me and begged the Sorting Hat not to put me in Slytherin."

Severus scowled fiercely, "You were supposed to be in Slytherin?"

Harry nodded, "Well, I have certain qualities that make me a quintessential Slytherin. Moreover, I am a Parselmouth. Besides, I am not of Gryffindor mentality, as much as I would like to be. I do not understand them and am rather averse towards Light magic and their biased attitude."

Severus shook his head and turned back to the original topic, "So you mean to say that unless Dark Arts are legalized and all dark creatures are given the necessary freedom with some essential restrictions, there will always be a rebellion?" The Potions Master questioned and Harry, with a sigh he closed his eyes when he spotted Severus' smug smirk. "This is exactly what Tom wanted didn't he?"

"Well," Severus admitted, "I concede that he did not know as much as you do and he does carry a lot of resentment towards muggles and muggle-born."

Harry nodded, "Well, I can understand that." The boy smiled, "You see, there an odd logic here. Muggle born children have this drive to prove themselves and most of them are unusually talented. Like Hermione and Lily Potter. However, not one of them is very powerful. They succeed only on the basis of their talent and nothing else."

Severus raised an astonished brow. "Half-bloods are always weaker than most unless there is a very powerful bloodline on the maternal side."

"Maternal side?" The Potions master questioned with a frown.

Harry nodded, "The Maternal bloodline should be powerful and pure because magic children share their mother's magic during the pregnancy. If that is so then the children are powerful. Take for example, our dear Lord Voldemort and Albus Dumbledore."

"And what of purebloods?" Severus questioned.

Harry smirked, "Purebloods are usually the strongest… no matter what anyone else believes. Only those families that practice inbreeding lose much of their potential. Purebloods inherit generations' worth of magical evolution and their talents are very diverse. The older the line, the more diverse their talents get. Moreover, they are also the ones who preserve the unique culture of the magical world, which is a necessity."

Severus raised a questioning brow, "What about fresh blood? How can one prevent inbreeding?"

Harry frowned, "The children of magical people are essentially purebloods. Say supposing, two muggle-borns produce a child, the child will be a first generation pureblood. It inherits many magical abilities from its parents and therefore there is an emergence of a new pureblood family. I am not insisting on purity of blood in the same context as Lucius Malfoy does, sir. Pureblood children evolve with every successive generation. When a wizard produces a child with a muggle female, the magic is diluted therefore resulting in a half-blood child. There is little evolution then."

Severus leaned back and frowned thoughtfully. What Harry was saying made a lot of sense. It was a rather compelling argument and he just couldn't help but feel that if Voldemort had realized this, many problems could have been avoided.

"The other problem arises when muggle born children and most half-bloods do not bother to learn of our world and therefore muggle ideals are increasingly influencing our people."

Harry shook his head in slight dismay and Severus could see the similarity between his son and his Lord. "The ideals of divorce and abortion, the disdain towards homosexuality, the intolerance towards werewolves and vampires, these are essentially muggle ideologies invading our world. We have forgotten our bonding ceremonies and magical adoption rituals. Magical child abuse is nearly unheard of in our society but it happens regularly in the homes of Muggle born children and half bloods. Dark arts were not forbidden during Salazar Slytherin's time but he could see how that would change."

Severus nodded in understanding, "Muggle born children were too influenced by their religion to accept magic and they labeled any sort of spell that caused harm as Dark Arts and therefore intolerable."

The boy smiled at his father, "Precisely. Avada Kedevra is a neutral spell, created by a wizard who supported euthanasia. The wizard was an experienced Healer named Ethan O'Neil. It was used as a quick and painless way to kill patients who were suffering and had no hope to survive whatever they were suffering from. When the spell was created, Mr. O'Neil designed it so that even painful curses like Cruciatus could not interfere with its purpose. Therefore, he created a spell that had no counter-curse or defense, unknowingly."

Severus raised a brow, very impressed with his son's vast knowledge. "And a spell that was formed for seemingly helpful purposes was deemed as Dark… not only dark, but unforgivable just because it was used by some for the purpose of murder." The Potions master observed.

A comfortable silence descended upon them and Severus pondered over the conversation they just had. "How is it that you know so much about this?"

Harry shrugged in response, "The moment I discovered the Parseltongue library in the Chamber of Secrets, I asked the headmaster's exclusive permission to read those books. He permitted it on the condition that I tell no one of its contents. It would not do to let Voldemort know that he had missed the library while playing around with the Basilisk in the chamber. Slytherin did have many interesting ideas that got me thinking."

Severus nodded and accepted the explanation. It was a miracle that they had carried out a conversation without insulting each other after every sentence. It was as though the five years of constant hostility never existed and Severus found himself in awe of his son's understanding. Harry understood why Severus had done what he did. He understood and did not hold it against him. That surprised him.

"Wow." Harry whispered in awe. "We just had a civil conversation… this day has been too odd."

Severus smirked before observing Harry with narrowed eyes, "Do you want to see what your true appearance is?"

Harry eyes widened, "My true appearance?" He looked down at his own body with surprised eyes, "This is not how I am supposed to look?"

The Potions Master sneered, "Well, of course not, idiot boy. How can the son of Severus and Adrianna Snape look like James and Lily Potter? Although, you may still retain your green eyes, my mother's eyes were green too."

Harry scowled at his father before nodding, "So, I am under Glammorie?"

"No, the Potters performed a few of spells on you. The Velieris Hereditas spell is something that hides a person's inheritance. Therefore, whatever looks and talents you inherited from us are hidden under that spell. Overlapping that spell is Reproba Visio spell and the Dissimulo spell. Reproba Visio spell gives you a false face, which is usually the face similar to those who have performed the spell. It takes two people to perform it. I suppose Potter and Evans performed it and so you have features strikingly similar to them. Dissimulo spell may have been used to combine the two other spells and give your new appearance some permanence." Severus explained calmly while Harry frowned.

The older wizard observed Harry thoughtfully, "Do you know the counter to those spells, Harry?"

"Promptum Specialis is the specific counter spell to Dissimulo. Verus Visio is the counter to Reproba Visio. As for Velieris Hereditas, the painful counter curse Attero Reproba Hereditas has to be used." Harry's face twisted into a grimace, "Why use such simple light spells to disguise me? Moreover, these spells can only be countered by dark spells I mentioned. The Potters would never have been able to perform the counter curses to those spells, especially Attero Reproba Hereditas."

Severus smirked, there was no mistaking the proud glint in his eyes, "Very impressive. Actually, the Potters thought that there was no counter to these spells. As the counter spells for all three of them are genuine and powerful Dark spells, they might not have bothered to look into it."

"Ignorance." The young boy sneered. "Cast those spells, sir. I would rather be my true self."

Severus nodded and waved his wand in a very short, diagonal slash, "Promptum Specialis." In quick succession, he swirled the wand in three precise 360-degree turns before muttering, "Verus Visio."

Harry gasped a chilling power of those two counter curses hit him. He could feel them working on his body and they were not painful. They felt like snow delicately caressing his skin. Of course, these curses had only an external effect.

Severus let Harry recover from those curses before looking into those emerald eyes, probably for the last time. The older wizard leaned forward to see the subtle differences on Harry's features. Sharp cheekbones and full lips gave off a rather effeminate appearance and Severus smirked. That was something he was going to let Harry find out on his own.

Training his wand on his son once again, the Potions Master whispered at last counter curse, "Attero Reproba Hereditas."

The scream that tore past Harry's pass was filled with absolute agony. For long minutes, Severus had to watch helplessly as Harry withered on the ground. The younger wizard's bones shifted and it seemed as though his entire body was reforming.

It was a rather grotesque picture.

When it was finally over, Harry… no Hadrian lay there panting.

xxxxxxx

Tom Marvolo Riddle was the perfect student. He was courteous, intelligent, hardworking and obedient. His scores were usually the highest and he was the Head Boy. Handsome and with an aura of power, he drew a lot of attention towards himself.

He was also a young man with many dark secrets.

Before he returned for his fifth year, he had killed his father and paternal grandparents with a simple wave of his wand and the Unforgivable curse Avada Kedevra.

During his fifth year, he opened the Chamber of Secrets and caused the death of some random mudblood whose name he did not bother to remember. He directed the blame smoothly towards Hagrid. After all, he was Tom Riddle, the prodigious student and Hagrid was a half-breed.

He was cold, calculating, powerful and a quintessential Slytherin who cared for nothing but himself.

That was the reason he just could not explain why his heart just stopped beating for a moment when he walked in on the serene picture before his eyes.

It was a boy he saw standing in the backdrop of the beautiful serenity of the Hogwarts Lake. The boy was slender, with long legs adding inches to his seemingly petite body. He had strangely colored hair, thin strands of pale blonde mingled seamlessly with rich ebony. Long fingers were twirling a beautiful red wand lazily. He stood straight-backed. It was the posture of someone who was not arrogant, but someone who was confident in his own abilities.

The sheer power in the boy's aura was palpable.

Tom cleared his throat delicately and watched as the boy stilled and turned around.

Dear Merlin, the boy was lovely.

He had enticingly soft face with glowing pale skin, high cheekbones, slender eyebrows and perfectly symmetrical features. Those aristocratic looks had a marking of pureblood heredity.

But Merlin… those eyes…

They were so green, so impossibly green and so brilliant that for a moment he thought that the Killing Curse had manifested itself in those eyes.

The boy did not smile; in fact, he showed no reaction. He seemed to be waiting for Tom to speak. The Head boy observed the elfin creature standing silently in front of him for a moment before his lips curled into a small, calculating smirk.

"Hello, I am Tom Marvolo Riddle." He bowed elegantly and watched with amused eyes as the silent boy's lips twitched at the gesture, "And you might be…?"

"Hadrian Lucian Beaumont, Mr. Riddle and possibly your school-mate." The boy… no Hadrian had a rather interesting voice; Tom observed as those pink lips moved to form speech. Low and whispery; it was not a voice that could reach higher octaves without cracking.

"It is a pleasure to meet you." Tom said as he regained all his composure and looked at the lovely boy coolly. Hadrian seemed distinctly amused by his manipulation of emotions. "Which year will you be joining in?"

"If permitted, the seventh year." Hadrian answered, "I have been home schooled by my father all my life." A small mysterious smirk formed on his lips, "He is a little protective of me you see."

Hadrian had answered three questions at once. Tom narrowed his eyes on the boy; there was silent manipulation in those words. A subtle way of showing that he was weak, trying to make him underestimate his power. The remark on protective father may have been true but most might not like to admit it. It showed that he might have needed that protection and therefore was weak.

Had Tom not sensed the boy's power and cunning earlier on, he would have immediately dismissed the boy as beneath his notice at that remark.

"You will be in Slytherin." Tom stated bluntly.

Hadrian's smirk turned sharp and he chuckled, "Well done Mr. Riddle…" he whispered with amusement coloring his tone, "I look forward to sharing my classes with you."

That had been a test.

Tom felt incredulity flood him as the pretty-boy nodded in farewell and walked away.

It had been a bloody test.

"I look forward to it too, Mr. Beaumont."

There was a pause in Hadrian's steps and he whispered, "You may call me Harry."

'Harry…'

A small smirk formed on his lips, "How very interesting."