Forgetting the Future

Chapter 3

So, here's my first novel length story. It's SLASH. Tom Riddle/Harry Potter slash.

Warnings: SLASH. TomR/HarryP, AbraxasM/OFC
Mpreg. Dark Lord!Harry. Evil!Harry. OCs.

Summary: When holding a Time Turner one should pay attention to how long they turn it. Harry really should have thought about that when he sat in the Headmasters office playing with it. Now, after releasing it he finds himself in the time of Tom Riddle. Now, all he has to do is get home. Though, it sounds simple enough things start to go wrong. What happens when begins to forget the future?

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter in any way, shape or form.

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Harry sat in the library again reading the few books that held information on Time Turners. It was the second Hogsmeade weekend of the year and he had declined Malfoy's offer to go with him and Seanlock. The first weekend he'd spent there as well. He had told the two that he was going to explore the castle now that he'd have the time. They gave him an odd look; it wasn't much of a Slytherin thing to do but they accepted it with a bit of reluctance and left him. Now he was using the excuse of catching up on work, which again left the two skeptical again as he was hardly ever behind, something Hermione would be proud of. They seem to have accepted it as they had said 'Alright.' and left him. Now he was sitting there when hands banged down on the table making him jump and Madame Pince complain at the noise.

He jumped in his seat and looked up at the two Slytherin's standing next to the table. Malfoy looked at him with a glare and the girl had her arms crossed in front of her chest looking at him with a glare of her own.

"What?"

"What? What!"

"SHH. No shouting!" Madame Pince shouted. Which really, that's counterproductive.

Malfoy grabbed his bag and started shoving the books inside it. Started, Harry jumped up and tried grabbing the bag back. "What are you doing!?"

"You are not spending this weekend sitting here in the library. You are coming with us outside into the sunshine."

"But-"

"But nothing." Malfoy shoved the last book in and handed the bag to Harry. Sighing, he knew there was no way he was going to get out of this. Well, it's not like he was making any progress. None of the books he had read so far had said anything about going forward in time. It had been three weeks since the start of school and he'd yet to find anything helpful at all. Not even on the Voldemort problem. He kept telling himself not to lose hope and that it might just take a little longer then he wanted but he'd get home.

"Fine." He stood up and followed the two out of the library. It wouldn't do him any good to say no since he'd never hear the end of it. Making a stop to the Slytherin dorms to put his bag away, Seanlock wrapped her arm around his elbow and the three made their way to Hogsmeade with Malfoy on his other side.

"Why are you trying so hard to avoid going to Hogsmeade?"

"It's not that I'm trying to avoid it, it's just I have things I need to do."

Malfoy scoffed. "Like what?"

"School. I really need to focus on school and there's nothing that interests me really."

The female scoffed. "Even if nothing interests you, which I don't believe, you still need to get out and take a break every once in a while. That's when you'll come with us."

Harry paused. "But wouldn't you two want to spend time alone?" He had thought the two were together with the way Malfoy looked at her and the way she held his arm when he was angry to calm him. As well as they seem to be around each other a lot during and out of the Great Hall.

She blinked at him and Malfoy turned his head away from the two. "What do you mean?"

Flushing, he coughed awkwardly. "I thought you two were together."

Esmeralda shook her head. "No, good Merlin no."

He looked wide eyed at such a reaction he didn't notice how Abraxas' shoulders fell slightly.

"Oh."

"What made you think that?"

He shrugged. "You two certainly act like it sometimes."

"No. We're not together."

Harry nodded, his embarrassment slowly draining away. "Alright."

Nothing more was said on the subject and the three just continued their walk to Hogsmeade. "So, where do you want to head first and don't give me that crap about not being interested in anything."

Sighing, he thought about it. Going to the book store would be best, he could look for things on Time Turners but a bigger part admitted he wanted some candy. He couldn't really let them see him get things on Time Turners anyway without raising questions. So, candy it was.

He jerked when the female Slytherin grabbed his elbow and pulled him towards the Three Broomsticks. Abraxas followed behind, glaring at anyone who looked at them.

Harry inwardly snorted every time he saw that glare; it always reminded him of being on the receiving end of the look from the boy's grandson. Which was still an odd thought.

"So, Harrison, why is it you keep spending so much time in the library? I like a good book every now and then but you seem to take it a bit too far. I'm surprised you even make it back to the common room before curfew." Esmeralda asked when they sat down, Butterbeer in hand.

Harry shrugged, looking down at the bottle in his hands. "No reason really, just that the library here has a lot more books than my home library." It was getting disturbing how easy it was to create these lies. He figured it shouldn't be this easy but he couldn't complain and it wouldn't do well for someone to find inconsistencies in his story.

"Then bring them back to the common room, surly it's more comfortable than those rickety chairs the old hag keeps in there." Abraxas spoke.

Another shrug, he ignored the comment on how uncivilized that movement is and glanced outside. "It just never occurred to me. I always have so many sitting in front of me sometimes; I don't even think a Feather Light charm would make it easy to carry back to the dungeons."

"If that's the case, shouldn't you be in Ravenclaw?"

Harry grinned. "You'd have to ask the Sorting Hat."

Esmeralda grinned back and set the bottle of Butterbeer down on the table and reached over, grabbing his hand and dragging him out of the building.

"W-Where are we going!?"

Abraxas snickered and placed a few Galleons on the table, following the two outside.

"You're too much of a Ravenclaw and while that's way better than being an idiotic Gryffindor, we need to make you into the Slytherin you are supposed to be!" She called out, forcefully wrapping her arm around Harry's and tugging him through Hogsmeade.

He had no idea what he was in for but he knew there was no way he could say no. She'd go ahead make him anyway. It was when that happen she kind of reminded him of Hermione.

By the time they made it back to Hogwarts, Harry had forgotten all about Time-Turners and he could admit that it was one of the best trips to Hogsmeade he'd had in a long time.

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The Monday after that Hogsmeade weekend was however, second after the day Sirius died, one of the worst days he'd ever had. Why? Well.

It started in Potions that day…

Harry sat in his usual spot next to Abraxas and the class went normally with only a few minor hiccups. It wasn't until the end of class, vials turned in, that the day went from good to just horrible in a matter of seconds.

"Normally, I would introduce your yearlong Potions assignment about now but I have decided to do things differently this year." Slughorn announced. "Instead of having individual assignments, you'll work in pairs." The class groaned. "Oh, hush. Now, the assignment will be the same as usual. Choose a seventh year potion that we will not be covering in class, prepare it and write a four foot essay on it, only this time in pairs!"

Harry stared at him, dumbfounded. Snape would never have done something like this. He'd burst a blood vessel if someone so much as suggested something like this, complaining about incompetent students blowing up classrooms if left alone.

"Now, I want you to listen closely as I sort you with your partners. This assignment is to be done at you leisure but must be completed by absolutely no latter then May 31st. That gives you nine months to complete it." Slughorn started calling off names, as more went by and Abraxas was paired with Septimus Weasley. Then it happened, the worst thing that possibly could be. He could hear Hermione in the back of his head telling him to stop being so dramatic but he couldn't help it.

"Riddle, Pennalgrey." He was with Voldemort. Worst. Day. Ever. Though, Riddle didn't look anymore happier about this than he did, at least that was a small comfort.

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That's what led them here, in the library, sitting across from each other in this awkward silence a week later. Neither of them was willing to speak to the other and so it was a staring contest until one of the spoke. This didn't happen for several minutes before Harry finally spoke up.

"So…do you have any idea?"

Riddle glared at him for daring to speak. "Of course I do and I'll be the one making the potion. I've seen you in class and it's only thanks to Malfoy you can actually do anything correctly, so I will not have you ruining a potion that takes weeks to brew because of you ineptitude. You will do the essay."

That…that arrogant prick! How dare he!? He may not be the best at Potions but he didn't need to insult him like that! Just for that he was going to write the worst Potions essay that Hogwarts has ever seen. That'll teach him and it's not like his grade would truly count in this time anyway, so what did he have to lose? Nothing, then he cringed, other than the possible respect and friendship he had with Abraxas and Esmeralda. He knew that no matter the reason, they would see it as a disgrace. While he didn't plan on being in the time for too long, he did rather like having someone to talk to and he couldn't very well start talking to his relatives.

He sighed inwardly. Well, there went that plan of revenge. Maybe he could just sabotage the potion. Then it would be Riddle's fault and he wouldn't lose his tentative friendships. There, problem solved.

"But I still want to be there. It might help when I write the essay to actually see the potion being created."

Riddle stared at him in a way that had Harry forcing himself not to fidget. "Fine but you are not to touch anything. At all. Ever."

Harry glared but nodded. "Fine, I won't touch anything." He'll touch everything.

Then the other boy stood and gathered his things. "Since things are settled, we'll start in two months."

The time-traveling teen nodded but stopped. "Hey! You never told me what potion we're making!"

"Then you had best be studying so you can figure it out." Riddle looked up and smirked before walking away.

Glaring, he slammed the book of potion that had been sitting next to him and ignoring the screeching from Madame Pince.

"Bastard." He muttered to himself.

"Surly he's better than that bumbling idiot Weasley." Harry jumped and looked up at Abraxas who sat in the abandoned spot.

"I'd rather work with an idiot than that arrogant prat."

Abraxas snorted. "I'd fear for the school if you two were put together honestly."

Harry pouted. "I'm getting better."

"Slowly. Very slowly. Who knows, maybe by the time we leave here you might actually be able to cut something properly."

Prick. "You don't need to be mean about it. It's not my fault, you know."

"I suppose I can't blame you then." The blond stood. "Come on, lunch will be starting soon."

Harry nodded and shoved the book in his bag, talking and following behind Malfoy. It wasn't as bad as the other was saying. Harry really was getting better at potions at an admittedly fast rate, well faster than he would have on his own. He supposed he owed Malfoy for that but he wasn't about to admit he owed anything to a Malfoy. Even if said Malfoy had a much better personality than his grandson. Just as the two sat down, Esmeralda slid over in next of them.

"So, Harrison how is working with Riddle?"

Harry looked down at the end of the table and glared. "He's nothing but an arrogant prick."

The two snickered.

"What happened?"

He recanted the story to them, glaring as they snickered. It wasn't funny! "Don't laugh at my expense! He's a prat!"

"We know that but your misfortune is our amusement."

Harry glared at them. "Some friends you are." He pouted and Esmeralda grinned and grabbed his arm, hugging it.

"Oh, don't be like that. At least this way you only have to have minimal contact with him."

"I'd rather have no contact at all." He muttered, poking at his food.

Abraxas sighed. "I still say it's better than Weasley."

The girl grinned and leaned forward. "So how was your meeting with the Weasel?"

Harry snorted inwardly at the name. It seems the insult had been passed down then. Abraxas' cheeks turned pink as he cleared his throat. Harry and Esmeralda grinned.

"What happened?"

"We had decided to go ahead and get it done with…but the potion exploded." He mumbled and hunched his shoulders just a bit

The two looked at each other. Oh, there had to be more to the story for him to look like that.

"And?"

Malfoy cleared his throat, looking away. "It…may have turned my chest and legs a different color."

The two Slytherin's started snickering. "What color?" They asked in sync.

Malfoy blushed again but didn't say anything. Harry grinned. "Abraxas, if you don't say anything I will be forced to break into your bed and then tell Esmeralda."

"You wouldn't!" His silver eyes, wide.

Harry just grinned.

"Fine." He crossed his arms. "It's blue."

Loud laughter exploded from the table. Abraxas' face turned bright red and he stalked out of the Great Hall with Harry and Esmeralda following behind.

"Let us see!"

"No!" He shouted.

"Aw come on!" They shouted back, chasing after him.

"No!"

They continued to follow all the while snickering. Harry followed, thinking to himself he hadn't had this much fun in a long time. Hermione would never have teased Ron like this; Ron would have thrown a fit if that had happened to him. Being in Slytherin is so much different and yet not. He was slowly getting used to and actually liking being a Slytherin. Esmeralda was so different from Hermione. As much as he loved the bushy-haired Gryffindor she was a bit bossy when it came to homework and would push things too far to know something. While Esmeralda let him do things on his own, if he forgets it on him, and she knows when not to push something. Abraxas, while a bit arrogant was much more mature than Ron, and reluctantly, understood him better than his best friend. He would always love Ron and Hermione but he had to admit he was quickly becoming used to and loving the two Slytherin's.

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I know it's a boring chapter but building the relationship between Harry, Esmeralda and Abraxas is important. Something that will be explained later...like chapter six later. So, just hang in there.

Three other things: One, thank you for the reviews! Two, sorry this took so long. I had completely lost track of time. Three, it may be a bit before I can get the next chapter out again because of issues that won't be resolved for awhile. So please, just hang in there. This story is my baby and I will never abandon it no matter how long it takes.