Loki was confused. He hadn't thought that his practice runs for getting to Harry's time would mean anything. He had just had fun, not thinking anything would come of it. He had loved a woman called Merope when she was younger. She was exceptionally beautiful for a mortal. So when the god had come back to his present, he was surprised to find his lover still alive, even more so when the woman remembered him. Never thinking about the consequences, that's what Odin would tell him, that he should think more. For once Loki agreed that he should have been more careful.
This child, his child, had finally found him. He knew she was his, she had his eyes and hair with the face of a young Merope. The Jotun had had other children, but with a frost giantess, never with a mortal. Only the fates could know the power the girl held, if any.
The situation he found himself in was a curious one. He had found a daughter that could accompany him on his journeys. His life was going to be a lot more interesting from here on.
Harry and Draco had been kicked out of the dorm room by Loki in favour of spending time with his newfound daughter. The boys had bumped into Theo and Blaize again in the common room. The conversation started well but after a while Harry drifted to his own thoughts. He was going over the plan for that evening, wondering what would happen and all possible negatives. Harry didn't even notice when the group of conversing boys stopped, or when they all turned to look at him, what he did notice was Draco's voice suddenly ripping him from his thoughts.
"Harry? You ok?" The look on the blonde's face said the unspoken words. Draco was worried about what was coming too, and he understood the nerves Harry had, even if the boy didn't know himself.
"Yeah, I'm… I'm fine. Shall we go up for dinner? I'm sure Loki will meet us there". With a last unsure look, Draco followed his best friend up and out of the dungeons to the great hall with Theo and Blaize close behind.
The usually eccentric hall was even worse than usual. The enchanted candles that lit up the room were accompanied by badly carved jack-o'-lanterns, tacky plastic skeletons were placed around the room, shabby felt bats hung from the alcoves and sweets were seemingly thrown carelessly across the house tables. To Harry's utter horror the worst thing in the room was Dumbledore (not that he wasn't the worst thing in any room normally). The 'wacky' headmaster was wearing an almost fluorescent robe set that made his face glow the colour of the pumpkins that surrounded him.
Spotting Loki, the boys sat down next to the newfound father and daughter.
"You know the spells, right? And you're sure you are ok with this?" Harry nodded at both questions. As much as he was worried of the outcome, he knew he had to do this for safety in his education.
So, as the meal finished and pudding appeared. Harry cast the invisibility spell and disillusionment charm on himself that he had found in a fourth year charms textbook. Unlike the cloak, the invisibility spell left a shimmering outline of the person it hid, and therefore the spell was nearly always paired with the disillusionment charm that would make it almost impossible to spot a person unless you knew they were there.
The raven haired boy slipped out of the hall unnoticed and made his way up to the defense corridor. Opening the door and sliding through the small space, Harry cancelled the charms and looked around for Quirrelmort. In his attempt to find the maniac, the boy hit his thigh into one on the desks and fell onto another. The movement scraped the desk along the floor and made a sudden noise. With the silence that followed, Harry realised that there had been a whispered conversation prior to his fall. Harry held his breath and watched as the door to the Professor's chamber slowly opened.
Along with the flooding of an orange light, a figure creeped out of the doorway and stood staring at the boy in his classroom.
"Harry P-Potter, how n-nice to s-see you. What c-can I h-h-help you with?". The boy in question stood there with a look of disbelief on his face. How could this stuttering mess be possessed by the 'dark' lord?
"Sir, with all due respect I do not wish to listen to that irritating stutter all day, I wish to speak to your 'alter ego', so to speak". Said stutterer looked at the boy with bemusement before they heard a rasping voice growl out.
"Let me talk to him", Quirrell then unwrapped the turban-esque cloth that surrounded his head and turned around. The face that harry saw was certainly not what any would expect.
The face of the dreaded Lord Voldemort had always been described as snake like. A scaly, red eyed weirdo with no nose. It made Harry wonder if this was Voldy at all. The man possessing the back of his defense teacher's head looked rather handsome, if only a bit sickly. His eyes glowing red when he talked gave Harry the confidence that it was the dark lord.
"How do you know about me? Who else knows?" Harry didn't like his tone at all, the man sneered at him like he was dirt. Maybe he should remind him of who he was…
"Well, if it isn't the man I defeated as a baby, not looking so good when you're forced to possess people for a physical form. Though this is fun, I didn't come here to taunt you. How about a chat?" The Slytherin child then sat down on the nearby desk as the Voldemort-ish-thing walked closer but remained standing.
"Alright then, I've come to negotiate with you," he held his hand up as Voldy opened his mouth to surely make some snide comment about him. "Hear me out. I want you to retake all your horcruxes for the exchange of my partnership with you".
"Why on earth would I want a partnership with a child? A child that is the only one who could destroy...Oh, right," the glow in his eyes died as he searched for some reason to argue the proposition. "How do you know of my horcruxes? Who else knows?"
Harry just say their smirking whilst watching the cogs in Voldy's brain turn. The man seemed quite nice when he wasn't destroying towns.
"TELL ME CHILD!" Said child jumped about a foot in the air at the dark wizards shout. He could certainly see why people were scared of him. He had real anger management problems.
"Well," Harry started as he received from the shock, "It's a very long story… that I'm not going to tell you unless you agree to the deal. Sorry, I'm not the kind of person that goes round telling everyone everything and then gets caught because he spoke to much. I digress, you will know all about my wonderful self if you wish to be my partner. I have a contract here that can be discussed in regards the the deal. Go over it, any problems come to me and I'll tell you is non-negotiable. Got it?" The final question snapped the wizard out his daze as he stared at the parchment in his hands. With a bid from both parties, the boy left and the dark lord stood in the classroom in a stunned state of disbelief.
"That kid is gonna be a handful". If only he knew how utterly right he was.