Time's Lullaby
Summary: Harry get's "killed" by Voldemort, but his inheritance sent him back to the night before he got his Hogwarts letter. What will he change now that he doesn't have to hide his real personality?
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
WARNING: This is slash, if you don't like it, deal. I don't care if some people think that whoever writes it is a bad writer, I. Don't. Care. If you didn't gather that it was slash from the second chapter then you're an idiot. This is the only warning I'm giving. If makes some certain people feel happy I'll type the pairing in the summary, if that doesn't satisfy, deal with yourself. I don't want any reviews that just say why I didn't say it was slash.
Key
"Talking"
'Thinking'
'Parseltongue'
A/N: I know it's kinda weird that Harry is riding a Thundercat when he's only 11, but he puts on a glamour that looks like his older self, so he also has his drivers license from the future. Hope that clears that up. Heh.
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The air was silent and still. No movement was made. There was no breeze, no critters making noise or movement, all still. It was all calm. A crash of thunder broke the stillness, quickly followed by a flash of lightning. Dark clouds swirled above, hovering with no water. No rain was pushed to fall. There was nothing to cry about. As soon as that was thought rain came pelting down, unforgiving. It soaked everything its cool touch ghosted over. Nothing was left untouched. Just like the storm of wars.
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"And that is the overly dramatic story of one Harry Alex Snape," Harry cried out dramatically, his arms wide open. Draco's face was blank, and no emotion showed. Harry bit his lip worriedly; afraid his mate was going to reject him. Lucius had a calculating look on his face, his head tilted to the ceiling, his eyes half lidded with thought. Harry bit his lip harder, almost enough to draw blood. Narcissa's head was also tilted to the ceiling, but her eyes were glazed over and unfocused. Harry's mind was delving faster and faster into doubt as the three Malfoy's made no sign of acknowledgement.
As soon as the doubt was about to reach it's climax, Narcissa was hugging him tightly. Her special gift had allowed her to see exactly what Harry had said, and the truth of it all. Her eyes were watering as she whispered over and over that she was sorry for all of his loses. Now usually this would have made Harry especially furious, but when Narcissa said it, it was oddly comforting. Lucius came up behind him and squeezed his shoulder in silent acceptation and support. Harry glanced doubtfully at Draco, and his eyes began to water as Draco made no sign of movement or acknowledgement.
Harry burst into silent tears as Draco remained unmoving. He tore himself away from the two older Malfoy's grips and raced out of the room and house. He slammed the door behind him and he swiftly and silently flew up the apple tree in the backyard. He let his tears flow heavily, and let out a loud, strangled howl. He jumped out of the tree and with quick and precise movements he conjured a dummy and started to hex it and fight it physically. He growled and snarled angrily and his movements became quicker. His movements were hard and quick, too quick to see. He was a blur to all who watched.
Crystallized tears flew from his face as he flew across the grass. They hit the ground with silent plops, but Harry paid no heed to them and demolished the dummy. Another one popped into existence and they kept on doing so as he demolished all that appeared. The dummies created different scenarios for him to figure out and he did with swift thoughts. Five hours passed and finally Harry sunk to the ground and bawled his eyes out, crying for his mates. His chest constricted painfully, and he cried even harder. He didn't know what he would do if any of his mates didn't accept him fully.
Harry's body went ridged but the tears silently fell as he went into a silent trance. His eyes lost their pupils and they seemed to swirl with all shades of green. He stood with dead grace and floated into the house. By now eveyone was out of his room and in Severus's study, whispering to each other in harsh whispers, but Draco ignored them and sat there, still and silent as if in his own trance. Harry floated past them causing them all to freeze, remembering what Harry had said about in his time in Askaban (sp?). "I don't remember anything of my time spent there. By the time I was on the boat going to the island I was already in a haze. A silver chain with a tear shaped emerald dangling from it was held in my limp hand, swishing back and fourth. The charm glinted in the sun and with it's hypnotic swing I fell into a timeless trance." This was said in a voice above a whisper, Harry's eyes had a faraway look, and the pupils were dialated.
Harry gracefully plopped into a seat next to Draco who didn't acknowledge Harry, the latter doing the same. After awhile of the three adults watching the unmoving boys Harry finally moved. His hands ghosted over Draco's body. Draco sat still, letting Harry touch him. Harry purred when his mate didn't reject him. Harry's liquid eyes became half hidden and his hands continued to ghost over Draco's body. Harry carted his hands through Draco's hair, massaging the scalp, before stopping and resting his head on Draco's lap (1). Draco seemed to come out of his trance, and looked startled to see Harry's head on his lap. A soft smile brushed his lips and he bagan to run his hands through Harry's waist length hair.
Harry's chest rumbled as he purred, happy that his mate accepted him. Draco's head lent over Harry's and he whispered in Harry's ear, "I will always be with you, no matter what choices you make, and I'm sure Blaise will too." Harry only purred louder. The adults stood up quietly and silentle left the two mates together.
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Harry allowed his mask to slip in place as he slipped past the barrier between platforms nine and ten. Draco came through, strolling casually up next to him, followed by Blaise on Hary's opposite side. Draco allowed a cold smirk to grace his features, as he mumbled, "Ready to pounce on Hogwarts?"
Blaise's face remained blank, but if you looked closely you would see a small quirk of the corner of his mouth, "More like reek all havoc."
Harry's cold indiffernce mask, slipped only slightly to let a feral grin brush his lips, "Hell yeah." With that said all three eleven year olds entered the Hogwarts Express, carrying their trunks like they weighed nothing. They went to the last compartment and entered, sitting after their trunks were placed comfortably on the space above. Harry was curled up slightly, and had his head rested comfortably on Blaise's lap, and Draco was on the other side of Blaise and resting his head on his, Blaise's, shoulder. About a week after telling the Mafoy's his "past" Blaise had flooed to Harry's home, looking completely haunted.
Truth was, Blaise was a seer, but he wan't a seer like Luna Lovegood, no he was a past truth seer. A past truth seer was a power that let a chosen person see the past of someone's soul. The catch about this though is that it happens at completely at random times, but never right after meeting the person. Blaise had seen Harry's soul's past, but only snippets. So, he had come to Harry for the full story. After that the three boys became inseperable, they could usually be seen haveing some sort of contact with one of the others or both, and was hardly seen not. They were a force to be reakoned with, and soon to be dubbed The Slytherin Trio.
The train ride went well with little incident their door only opening to let Neville in, after Harry had summoned his toad and given him back. The other incident was one Ronald Weasley. He had burst through the door, sneering, and demanding, "They say Harry Potter is on the train, and since this is the last compartment he has to be in this one." All four boys ignored him for in favor of continueing what they had been doing before he had burst in. Neville was reading a book on Herbology that Harry had given him, Blaise was running his hands over Harry's ears, scratching them. Harry was absently reading his potions textbook and Draco was leaning agaisnt Blaise writing in a notebook, with a muggle pen of all things.
Ronald, not being one to take kindly to being ignored, swiftly snapped his wand out, but was apparently to slow. When he looked up from the pocket he had brought his wand out from he had three wands pointing at his throat and a claws drawing blood from his neck. The pure white wand was held by a bored looking Draco Malfoy, the pure black wand was held by a blank face Blaise Zabini, the overly dark green wand belonged to one Neville Longbottom, who looked oddly disgusted, and the claws belonged to the famous Harry Potter who looked down right pissed off.
Harry's lip curled into a snarl and he hissed out, digging his claws deeper, "You should think twice before you even have the thought of drawing your wand out against me and my friends, Weasley." His only answer was a whimper. Harry growled and tossed Ronald out the compartment, causing him to crash against the opposite wall. Harry sneered in disgust and gave his parting words, "Next time you barge in someone's else's compartment, be polite when you're asking for me, disspicable blood traitor."
Ronald whimpered again, when he realized what he had done. When he finally got up and walked past their compartment, they were in the same position as before acting as if nothing happened.
The four friends exited the Hogwart's express and followed the booming voice of a certaian half-giant, "Firs' years! Firs' years over here!" When they manuevered into the group of little firsties, they immeadiately locked hands, including a confused Neville. "C'mon, follow me -- any more firs' years? Mind yer step, now! Firs' years follow me!" Harry expertly lead the three boys behind them down the long narrow pathway. Before they went around the bend Harry turned to his friends and whispered, "You'll get your fisrt look at Hogwarts around the bend." The three males nodded and gasped silently at the sight.
The narrow path opened onto the edge of a great black lake. Perched atop a high mountain on the other side, its windows sparkling in the starry sky, was a vast castle with many turrents and towers. "No more'n four to a boat!" Hagrid called, pointing to a fleet of little boats sitting in the water by the shore. Harry led them to a boat adn waited patiently for the other kids to get in their boats. "Everyone in?" shouted Hagrid, who had a boat to himself. "Right then -- FORWARD!"
Harry grinned insanely as the fleet of little boats moved off all at once, gliding across the lake, which was as smooth as glass. Everyone was silent, staring up at the great castle overhead. It towered over them as they sailed nearer and nearer to the cliff on which it stood. "Heads down!" yelled Hagrid as the first boats reached the cliff; they all bent their heads and the little boats carried them through a curtain of ivy that hid a wide opening in the cliff face. They were carried along a dark tunnel, which seemed to be taking them right underneath the castle, until they reached a kind of underground harbor, where they clambered out onto rocks and pebbles, some more graceful then others.
THen they clambered up a passageway in the rock after Hagrid's lamp, coming out at last onto smooth, damp grass right in the shadow of the castle. They walked up a flight of stone steps and crowded around the huge, oak front door. "Everyone here?" Hagrid asked before raising a gigantic fist and knocked three times on the castle door. The door swung open at once. A tall, black-haired witch in emerald-green robes stood there. She had a very stern face adn Harry smiled wistfully at the thought of how much trouble he had gotten in with Minerva as his head of old house.
"The firs' years, Professer MoGonagall," said Hagrid.
"Thank you, Hagrid. I will take them from here." She pulled the door wide. The entrance hall was as magnifecent as he remembered. The stone walls were lit with flaming torches like the ones in Gringotts, the ceiling was too high to make out, and a magnifecent marble staircase facing them led to the upper floors. They followed Minerva across the flagged stone floor, and Harry relaxed slightly at hearing the familiar drone of hundreds of voices from the great hall, before being led inot a small. emppty chamber off the hall. The other students crowded in first, standing rather close together then they would usually have done, peering around nervously. Harry just slumped down against the cold, stone wall, soon followed by Draco, then Blaise, and then Neville.
"Welcome to Hogwarts," Minerva announced. "The start-of-term banquet will begin shortly, but before you take your seats in the great hall, you will be sorted into your houses. The sorting is a very important ceremony because, while you are here, your house will be something like your family within Hogwarts. You will have classes with the rest of your house, sleep in your house dormitory, and spend free time in your house common room.
"The four houses are called Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. Each house has its own noble history and each has produced outstanding witches and wizards. While you are at Hogwarts, your triumphs will earn your house points, while any rule-breaking (Harry snorted softly here) will lose house points. At the end of the year, the house with the most points is awarded the house cup, a great honor. I hope each of you will be a credit to whichever house becomes yours.
"The sorting ceremony will take place in a few minutes in front of the rest of the school. I suggest you all smarten yourselves up as much as you can while you are waiting." Her eyes lingered for a moment on Crabbe and Goyle's cloak, which were fastened under their left ear, and on Ronald's smudged nose. Harry smirked to himself. "I shall return when we are ready for you," said Minerva sharply. "Please wait quietly." She left the chamber and Harry slowly stood up, and stomped his left foot a few times to get rid of the pins and needles feeling.
This also however brought the attention of the other student to his little group. His non-hidden appearance brought fourth a few startled gasps from the purebloods, and he smirked coldly. Draco, however, didn't like the attention Harry was recieving, and snapped glaring icily, "What? Never seen someone's inheritance?" Before anyone could answer, several people screamed. Harry, Draco, Blaise, and Neville turned, unstartled, to the source of people's screaming. About twenty ghosts had streamed through the back wall. Pearly-white and slightly transparent, they glided across the room talking to one another and hardly glanced at the first years. They seemed to be argueing. What looked like a fat mon, Friar, Harry noted dully, was saying, "Forgive and forget, I say, we ought to give him a second chance --"
"My dear Friar, haven't we given Peeves all the chances he deserves? He gives us all a bad name and you know, he's not really even a ghost -- I say, what are you all doing here?" Nearly Head-less Nick had suddenly noticed the first years. Nobody answered.
"New students!" the Fat Friar exclaimed, smiling around at them. "About to be sorted, I suppose." A few people nodded mutely. "Hope to see you in HUfflepuff!" he exclaimed again. "My old house, you know." Harry snorted softly again, his swivling at every noise made, including the on coming steps of one MInerva McGonagall.
"Move along now," her sharp voice snapped. "THe sorting cermony's about to start." MInerva stared, albeit coldly, as one by one, the ghosts floated away through the opposite wall. Turning to the first years she commanded, "Now, form a line and follow me." Harry was once again smirking but this time his three friends were too.
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Well there's this chapter. Hope you enjoyed it!
