Summary: What to do… What to do… That was all Harry could think about as he lazed around his home, watching through half-lidded eyes as his adopted son plotted world domination.

Pairings: Tom Riddle/Harry Potter

Warning: AU, Time-Travel, Slash (this means Boy/Boy), Unmotivated!Harry, Grey!Harry, Killings/Torture, Human experimentations, Expect some character Bashings

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter obviously. But if I did Voldemort would be alive, happily married to Harry, and have dozens of mini-morts running around.

"English"

"Gobbledygook"

"Parseltongue"

10 January 1938
Location: Scotland, Odd Manor, Hadrian's Study

Harry resisted the sudden and unwelcomed urge to murder someone –preferably the sender– as he stared agitatedly at the piece of parchment he was tightly clutching. It was just another day at Odd Manor, and whilst he was busy with drawing his preferred designs for a newly framed eyeglass, a beautiful midnight black owl had swooped through his opened windows and dropped an envelope on his desk in front of him, before it flew off to who knows where.

He blinked his half-lidded eyes curiously. Nobody in the Past knew of him, apart from the Goblins that is, to send him a letter. He has yet to begun selling any of his creations due to all the ingredients and parts missing – it was still a sore spot for him since many of them were found in the far Future.

Before he even dared to touch the envelope, he casted a few detection spells just in case. One can never be too careful after all. Constant Vigilance and all that. Once the results showed negative, he broke the circular wax seal and pulled out the parchment from within.

Dear Lord Gryffindor,

The pleasure of your company is requested
for dinner and dancing in celebration of our 10th
Wedding Anniversary. January 20th
1900Hours
Malfoy Manor

Lord Darius and Madam Astoria Malfoy

We await your response no later than January 15th

"What…?" Slipped passed his lips as he reread the contents in disbelief. The Goblins would never dare to betray him – his vaults contained a lot of gold. They knew better than to sell him out. He would take out everything if they did. And he meant everything.

He ran a hand through his strands by habit and rummaged his desk drawers for a new piece of parchment. He needed to find out if there was a leak, and the Goblins were the best investigators, if provided with enough dough.

He smoothened out the crumpled parchment and dipped the tip of his fountain pen into his inkpot.

Bloodfang

I need you to set up an investigation

Find out any information, no matter how small or insignificant it may seem, regarding the discovery of my existence

I expect results by January 14th and no later

Hadrian

What he wrote may be considered rude towards other Wizards and Witches, but his Gryffindor account manager knew of his disregard for any form of niceties. He was always blunt and to the point. The Goblins and he made good business partners, seeing that they both had their own reasons for not wanting to waste their time with pleasantries and small chatters.

He took out a small rectangular wooden box from within the depths of his desk drawer, and lifted the lid. The inside of said box had the Gringotts logo as well as the Gryffindor and Peverell crests engraved onto it. He then rolled the parchment in his hands and tied it with a conjured red string, before dropping it inside the box and closing its lid.

The box lit up for exactly five seconds and Harry lifted the lid after the light had died down. Once it was confirmed that the parchment was in fact gone, he returned the box to where it came from and raked a hand through his hair.

The rectangular wooden box worked similar to that of a fax machine from his original timeline, and it had been his idea to introduce this to the Goblins – he had been frustrated at how time consuming the owls took, and he didn't want to head down to the bank every single time he had to pass an important document to his account managers. The Goblins then had bought the method of making this so called fax box from him after a few tests were performed, and they've used it ever since. They introduced this to their wealthy clients and had thanked him for such a convenient creation – better and safer than any owl mail due to lesser time consumption and little to no chance of intercepting. Additionally, the Goblins charged more than it was worth. Those scammers.

He slumped into his comfortable office chair and sighed through his nose. He must've forgotten to put up an anti-owl ward around the manor, and because of this tiny mistake, he could not pretend that he did not receive any form of invitation from the Malfoys. To reject them would make an enemy out of them, and that would potentially escalate Tom's hatred for him – he had a suspicion that that boy had a plan to make Malfoy jr his follower. For what, he didn't know, but he hoped that Tom would not turn out to be Voldemort.

A Magical prodigy Voldemort was, but insanity could make even the most genius of men become fools. It was as they say; there was a fine line between genius and stupidity.

Lunch was not for another hour and he was already dead tired. He sighed and stood up, intending to forget the letter and go on his day as planned. There was someone he needed to track, and he would not continue to delay it any further.

10 January 1938
Location: Knockturn Alley

He stood idly with his hands inside his pockets, oblivious to the other occupants of Knockturn that were sneering at him for having stopped abruptly at the middle of a busy road. He mind them not and started to extend his Magical aura around him – this technique, Circular Radar or CR for short, was something many Aurors were required to learn. He would be alerted to anything, and any movements that entered his radius of 900m. He wasn't an expert in this particular field, so 900 was the maximum he could do.

He totally ignored the voice in his head that informed him that an average Magical could only do up to 50m, and only for a few short minutes lest they wish to deplete their Magical cores due to the constantly deploy of Magic.

Harry started to randomly walk whilst he continuously held up the invisible sphere, wishing that the person he was searching for would mysteriously fall from the sky. When he was finally finished with walking around Knockturn, he immediately released his hold on his CR and wiped the perspiration from his forehead. It was taxing, all the more for someone who had not continued to practice it.

A parchment then Magically appeared in front of him, and he snatched it out of the air. He conjured a pen and crossed out Knockturn Alley. His eyes moved lower. Time to move onto Sexu Alley.

OOOO

The search proved fruitless. He had already searched all of the Alleys, and the only logical conclusion he could come up with was that she was residing in the Muggle world. He frowned. If only the internet was already invented in this timeline, he would have found that woman by now.

There was also a slim chance that she was in another country or not in this timeline at all. The latter seemed more realistic, however Magic wasn't something that could be measured with reality. To be a magnificent inventor, he needed imagination and creativity.

Harry let out a long sigh of exhaustion and sat himself down on one of the many benches that were situated near him. Perhaps he should try a simple Point me spell. It was unlikely to work, but he was already out of ideas – and he was hungry. He idly wondered what Tom was doing as he took out his wand.

"Point me…" He envisioned her face as he called out the first thing he had always called her by. "SR12."

As expected, his magical stick lay uselessly on his palm. He knew it was useless. The Point me spell needed a name, not a label. He sighed yet again and moved to re-sheath his wand, but stopped when he felt it twitch. He blinked his half lidded eyes and tried the Point me spell once more. Much to his amazement, it had wand whirled quickly around a few times, before it stopped. He made a mental note to experiment this further, before he conjured a compass and nodded to himself. North east it is.

He knew his gut feeling was true when he thought about SR12. She was in the same room he was in when he was transported through time, therefore there should be a 50% chance that she was transported as well. He needed to know her experience and what had happened after she woke up. Perhaps next time he went to do something, he should try the basics of spells before going all out.

The walk was dreadful. That was the only thing in his mind as he panted in exhaustion – he had walked for an entire of two hours. Two bloody hours. He thanked all lucky stars that he was currently wearing his hover boots. It had lessened the strain he was feeling, but only by a tiny bit since his invention was still a prototype. They were unable to work like brooms just yet.

He was an indoors kind of person who hated exercise to the core. The sun was literally burning down on him, and he would undoubtedly have a severe case of sunburn once he returned to his manor. The cooling charm worked wonders to cool off his body temperature, preventing heatstroke, but it was not meant to be a skin protection spell. He made another mental note to invent one as he stared at the rundown apartment building in front of him.

How she was able to gain money to live in an apartment was a mystery to him, but heck, he didn't care. He wanted to be out of the sun as soon as humanly possible. With tired legs, he strode inside said apartment and sighed in relief when he was finally sheltered from the evil natural oven, known as the sun.

When he finally stopped in front of a wooden door that was labeled with a big 9, he tapped the tip of his wand over his head and casted a disillusionment charm on himself. He then flicked his wand to the door to unlock it. He quietly entered and closed it after him, before stalking towards the direction of where he heard noises coming from.

He entered what seemed to be the kitchen and immediately perked up when he saw his beloved SR12 cooking a late lunch for herself. When she turned around, Harry had to rub his eyes to see if he had saw wrong. Her appearance… changed, for the lack of better wording. Perhaps this was SR12's roommate? The tattoo on her left forearm stated otherwise though.

She still has her long wavy chestnut brown hair and hazel round eyes. However that was all that had remained the same. Her lashes now were thicker and longer, and her bigger than average hooked nose was now straight and sharp. Her lips that used to be on par with sausages were now plump and looked delectably kissable. He shook his head at the thoughts in his head, horrified at what he was actually thinking about his lab Squib Rat.

He instantly pointed his wand at her and shot a stunner, which made her unconscious almost immediately, the bowl that she was carrying shattered next to her from the unexpected fall. He then dispelled the disillusionment charm and carried her like she was a sack of potatoes.

Without much thought, he apparated them back to his manor.

Tom's POV

Tom jumped slightly in surprise at his guardian's unexpected arrival. He was frankly, engrossed in his reading when Harry had suddenly appeared directly in front of him. The crack was soft, almost inaudible, but he heard it nonetheless. He held back a scathing remark that almost slipped out from his slightly parted lips and went back to his reading, intending to ignore the infuriating man who kept on forgetting his existence… before he did a double take.

Harry was staring at him with his usual look of disinterest, whilst carrying an unconscious woman on his right shoulder. Tom was curious, yet slightly perturbed by his guardian's capricious behavior. Every time he assumed that he had finally figured his guardian out, Harry would do something unexpected to throw off all of Tom's careful calculated observations into a metaphorical trash can. It was downright maddening!

"Tom, have you eaten yet?" Harry greeted him as if he wasn't carrying an unconscious woman on his shoulder, who might or might, at this point of time, be dead.

"… I have not. Would it be a bother if I ask for your company?" He questioned slowly, a small shy smile playing on his lips. He needed Harry to eat with him – humans tend to let their guards down during and after a meal. It had not worked in the past, but hell if he was giving up. Tom was stubborn that way.

His guardian frowned lightly in thought, as if checking his schedule (Tom was supposed to be first priority!), before he nodded.

"I'll be at the table in five minutes."

Harry turned on his heels and strode off to who knows where. He could never find his guardian sometimes, and he could only assume that there were hidden chambers around the manor, which he might add, he was never able to find even till now. He called out one of the house elves and told it that Harry and he would be having their late lunch now. The elf bowed and popped away soon after he had dismissed the creature.

With an inaudible sigh, he made his way to their private dining area. Hopefully today was the day that he would finally find out more about his adopted father. He still wanted to know why Harry felt so familiar, and it was as if they were one person. It was curious. Harry was a puzzle, and oh, how he loves them so.

A/N: This chapter really is short... Sigh. I apologize for the length.

Okay first of all… For those who dislike Harry being the bottom one in this relationship, please move your unwanted arse over to another fanfic. Have you NEVER seen younger people topping older ones before? Because, bitch please… I've read TONS of manga with the older ones USUALLY being bottom. And no, bottom doesn't mean Harry is girly / mega submissive / weaker / etc etc. If you really are unable to grasp Harry's true personality in this story, then you my friend, are clearly stup–… not suited to read this. So… Move along. No author wants to see reviews that clearly say "please delete or change this chapter". It's MY story. I choose to write whatever the frickin donuts I want! I could even throw in the four founders who mysteriously appeared at Odd Manor due to a time traveling machine gone wrong, and you can't do shite bro.

Alright, enough of my ranting.

I'll let you know that it took me quite long to come up with a method to detect which category of Magic the person fell into! I didn't want to copy Naruto or HxH… So when I was frying my frozen nuggets, I got the idea. Weird, but that's the life of a writer –we get inspirations from the weirdest of things. This makes me conflicted that some of you found amusement in my bizarre ideas…

Story recommendation for today: When You Are Bored Go To Another World by manapohaku2. I previously recommended this fic at chapter 2, but since yaoi fangirl0707 discontinued, manaphohaku2 adopted the story. So here I am, re-recommending it again… Ok fine, I was busy and had no time to actually select another story to recommend.

Rainbows and Invitations,
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