Spoilers: 'I Want You, Sirius, And No One Else!' fanfic by Isys Luna Skeeter and 'Pet's Curse' fanfic by Isys Luna Skeeter

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I also do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Beta: none

Pairing/s in this chapter: one sided LV/HP, LM/RW, CharlusP/DoreaB, BellatrixB/NevilleL, SiriusB/RodolphusL, CharlusP/DoreaB, future JamesP/LiluE

Warnings in this chapter: Time Travel, Slash

Nr words in this chapter: 2,399


"Talking"

'Thinking'

Parseltongue

Dream/Memory/Letter/Journal/Book/Newspaper

Time change/Date of time

Change of POV


Chapter X

–A DADA Test To Never Forget–

Saturday, 16 December 1972

HJP's POV

"Father!"

"Professor Mather!"

"Aiden!"

Harry looked amused as the students got out of the train and instead of going to their own parents they run towards him asking how he was. Harry hugged both Severus and James close while answering every question his students asked. He had been up and ready for a month but Tom had said that there was no way that he would let Harry to teach so soon without him making sure Harry's body was ready. So, instead Harry had spent the last month helping Neville and Luna at the coffee shop they had open because of him while neve and Bellatrix finalised all the preparations for Neville/Bellatrix wedding. Until Harry's body had restored they hadn't set a date although, as soon as Harry started to be able to move on his own, Neville had declared that they would marry that winter holidays. Which meant now.

Harry looked at the Evans as they hugged Lily Evans close, tears at the corner of their eyes. Apparently Petunia Evans had disappeared and no one could find her; dead or alive. He knew he should feel bad for his aunt… but oddly enough he didn't. it was like he had never felt better. His younger-self would never be sent to Petunia Evans… why should he feel bad about the woman? Because she was his aunt? Even so, Harry couldn't find it in himself to care.

"Cousin Aiden." Harry glance at the person's chosen title to see Walburga Black. "Let me congratulate you on your wealth progress."

"Thank you, cousin Walburga."

The woman nodded and turned towards her son.

"Sirius, Regulus, we should go. It's getting late."

Harry looked surprised as a boy that was shadowing Sirius, looked up at being talked to. So; that was Sirius' younger brother. Harry put a hand on both James and Severus' shoulder.

"We should go as well." He agreed, making all his old students groan. "You'll most likely see me next semester, so don't look so down… when I'll give you all your first test – to make sure any of you have been studying – all of you will be hissing my name."

That shut up any groaning, making them all tense. Harry grinned and pushed Severus and James to the apparating area.

"Are you really going to give us a test on the first day?" James asked as soon as they arrived Potter Manor.

"Why wouldn't I, James? I have to make sure you hadn't forgotten last year's teachings and that you listened to the substitute professor."

"You know what that means, James." Dorea said as she approached. "You will spend the holidays in your room, studying."

James groaned but nodded, pulling his trunk towards his room. Dorea smiled and hugged Harry and Severus.

"Hello, Aunt Dorea."

"Oh! None of that, Severus. Aiden calls me aunt, yes. Yet, you are his son what gives me the right to be called grandmother."

"But mother, he is my age!" James argued as he returned.

"And I'm old enough to be your grandmother." Dorea argued, making James gape at her. "Now, you two. Do you want me to accompany you? Are you certain it won't be too soon?"

Harry glanced at Severus and then towards Dorea.

"Well, I suppose we could fire-travel instead. If it was just me I would dare to apparate but with Severus on my responsibility…"

Dorea nodded with a smile and took her wand touching it on Severus's trunk and it shrank, before the boy stored it in his pocket.

"You can ask your house elf to resize it, as your father doesn't seem to know what this spell is."

Harry blushed as Severus chuckled.

"There's a lot of spells that I've never heard of."

"And a lot of spells you use as if it was normal that no one outside the colonies ever heard of." Dorea argued and kissed Severus's top of the head and then Harry as they arrived the fireplace room. "Try not to over exercise yourself." She requested before turning towards her son. "Good to see that your hair colour is back to normal. Is the prank war finally over?"

Harry noticed how Severus won an amused glint at the corner of his eyes.

"No idea what you're talking about, Mother." James argued as Harry and Severus floo-travelled away.

"Very well, Severus. Should I expect James' skin to turn green because of some balm he had in his trunk?" Harry asked with a cold tone as soon as he stood.

"No idea what you're talking about, Dad." The boy retorted.

Harry rolled his eyes at how obvious his son was and pulled him out of the fireplace room in Riddle Manor. The boy never called him Dad unless when he wanted something.

"Hmm… Father?" Harry hummed as they climbed all the way to the first floor where the office was. "Why are we here? I thought we were going home… as in towards 4 Privet Drive home, not Riddle Manor home."

"Tom invited us for dinner. Besides… Privet Drive is full of Blacks and Garwins at the moment. Since Alick declared the wedding to be this holidays that the Blacks, the Garwins and Aunt Dorea have been working overtime to have everything ready."

"Will it be in Privet Drive?"

"No. It will be in Garwin Manor, the groom's family house." Tom answered as he opened the office's door. "And ye, it will be a labyrinth marriage as well. Kathleen and Ronald are staying at Malfoy Manor for the holidays while you two will be staying here. If there's something you need form the house you can ask Slippery, but so when the two marry they can have a time to themselves; the house will be empty for now."

Severus hummed, bowing his head at Tom. Harry could feel Tom's eyes on him, but refused to look back.

"Why don't you go leave your things in your room and refresh yourself before dinner?" Harry asked towards Severus who nodded and walked down the corridor towards his room.

"How are you?" Tom asked.

Harry glanced at him for the first time and then started to walk away, Tom walking with him.

"I'm good. My magic is still limited but I'm not body weak anymore."

Tom nodded and Harry felt his magic at once surrounding him.

"That's good."

"I won't have to enter the labyrinth as well, do I?"

"It is a mandatory, Aiden." Harry groaned. "Why do you hate labyrinths so much? I mean; I noticed how you tensed during the Malfoy's wedding before the attack, but…"

"Forth year. I had to enter a labyrinth. The goblet of fire was in the centre and when I touched it with a friend we were pulled towards Voldemort… my friend died… and I barely escaped with my life."

Tom hummed.

"How did you? Escape, I mean."

"Voldemort kept hitting me with the Cruciatus Curse… when I finally stopped running and fought back our wands connected and prior encantatem happened. My parents left his wand and created a barrier that let me time enough to run for my friend's dead body before I summoned the portkey which took us back towards Hogwarts." Harry answered and raised his sleeve showing Tom the scar of that day. "Wormtail did this to me on that day to break the blood protection my Mum had created with her death."

Tom stopped and grabbed the arm a little too tightly and Harry was forced to stop as well. The man hissed as he looked at the scar.

"Cruciatus at 14… Voldemort must have really hold a grudge against the Potters to go after you as much as he did." The man said in barely controlled anger.

"He was mad, what did you expect?" Harry answered and felt Tom's magic go harsher, making a few portrait's frame break and fell to the ground. "Tom, you're starting to hurt me."

As if on cue, Tom let go of Harry's arm and his magic returned inside at once. The two stayed in silence looking at each other as Tom regained his control and composure.

"I'm sorry."

Harry shook his head.

"Don't worry, I'm fine." He argued. He really didn't understand how Tom could get so worked up because of something that had happened years ago.

"Have you ever done a mental check?" Harry shook his head. "I'll contact Madam Pomfrey tomorrow. She'll know who to guide us to."

"More healers?" Harry couldn't help but groan.

Tom hissed and grabbed Harry's arms right under the shoulders with strength.

"Your mental health comes first. Your physical health we can ignore for now as it is obvious that there wasn't any physical issue with the Cruciatus after effects or Neville and Pomfrey already would have healed you during the summer."

Harry stepped backways, making Tom release him.

"I'm fine, Tom."

"No, you're not!"

Harry massaged his eyebrows. And this was why he didn't talk with him. The man was treating him like a damn flower that could break at any given moment.

"I'm no dancel in distress, Tom. I don't need you to watch over me. I can take care of myself."

"Aiden…" Tom started.

"No. I've always taken care of myself. Why do you think you have the right to tell me what to do and how to live my life? Who gave you the right?"

Harry glared at Tom who smirked.

"You did."

"What? I did not!"

"You did. On the moment you gave yourself to me." Harry frowned, when had that happened? "One the day you gave your virginity to me our magic blended together." Harry tensed, eyes growing. "We're – magically speaking – married. Don't worry, though, I know better than to force you into a marriage and that is why I haven't spoken on it. But this means, I'm courting you now and no more lovers from you. I may have accepted to take this slow, Aiden, – even though there's no going back with us – that doesn't mean I'll be as understanding if you'll see you flirting with another person."

"You may have to wait for a long time for me to even look at you in that way." Harry argued coldly.

Tom smiled amused and shrugged.

"I can wait 10 years if so need to. After all, I've already claimed you. I don't need your body. No, what I want is you full heartedly." Harry blushed at feeling Tom's eyes looking him up and down. "Although, your body is just a bonus… and you do make some entertaining noises…"

If possible Harry went ever redder. He couldn't believe that he had married Tom magically, unknowingly. Hell, Tom had warned him that sex bonded people's magic, why hadn't he realized it yet?

"That that smug face out. It doesn't suit you at all." He hissed and descended the stairs as Tom laughed behind him. Harry couldn't blame him for laughing, though. He had been fighting for the right to court Harry for a long time and now, unknowingly, Harry had given it to him full heartedly. Of course, he hadn't been completely mentally there… but it had been done. And there was nothing Harry could do to stop it. It was too late by now. All he could do was be thankful that Tom was willing to wait and court Harry before making it official.

–PW–

Monday, 8 January 1973

"And so as I had warned previously, today you all are going to do a test so I'll know if you all still remember something of what I've taught you or if you didn't once listen to the new Professor." Harry started after everyone had sat down. No student even dared to argued. He stood and grabbed the parchments. "Yes, Pettigrew, you can answer your question with just one world. I don't care if you simply wirte the creature name or the spell name or if you do a full testament. Actually as less testament – and this is for you, Lupin – the better, as I will quickly read it through. No, Bell, it won't contain grading. But if I see as bad you have answered I'll put you in tutoring…"

Why? Why did he had to think of Tom now?

The man was a bastard. He was cold, presumptuous and had a God complex. So what if the man was a terrific kisser? So what if the man knew exactly wat to say to get under Harry's skin?

So what if the man knew exactly what to give Harry because he knew Harry inside out? That still didn't give him the right to treat Harry like a bloody flower! He was no Pet or Flower or whatever Tom was calling him this week. He was Harry, Just Harry.

Who cared that the bloody bastard had a smirk that made Harry's feelings go rampant between hitting the bloody bastard to kiss him?

Who cared that a look from Tom made him feel more wanted than any word the man could say?

Who cared that Tom knew more about Harry's likes and dislikes than Harry himself?

HE WAS STILL A BASTARD!

And Harry hated him with a passion. He hated him so much…

Harry sighed. The look Tom had given him as he helped Harry set his dress robes right for Neville's marriage had been so intense, so… needy… so…

It was almost like Tom loved him. But Tom could not love. Harry didn't know why he was so certain, but Tom was incapable of the feeling love. Even so, he still treated Harry as if he loved him…

It was not fair!

"Mather?" a voice called for him.

"It's not fair, Tom!" Harry hissed, opening his eyes and glaring at the bastard only to see his student waiting for some parchment was supposed to be giving.

His Slytherin student raised an eyebrow.

"That's not my name, Professor Mather." The boy argued, a hint of amusement in his voice.

Going deep red, Harry finished giving the parchments and went to his desk as the students started, some daring to chuckle at his account.

He couldn't believe he had spaced out in his first day of class!

There were times like this that made whatever new feelings Harry was winning for Tom to leave. It was in moments like these that his hate for the man grew tenfold.

(TBC)


Hi

I know it's been years since I've started writing this fic. And by so, years since I wrote the scene where Voldemort taught Harry about the sex weds people… which it only makes me laugh harder that no one realized what Tom did that night.

Some of you even though Tom had gotten Harry pregnant, oh no. Tom just made certain that even if Harry might be with someone else, it won't be good enough (not to mention Harry's morals won't allow him)

If any of you got confused with Harry thinking about Tom and Voldemort being two different people, then go reread last chapter. Harry's curse now turned into amnesia: magical amnesia. For several chapters to come Harry will be unable to see those two as one. It will be mentioned along the chapters, but the best explanation was Neville's talk with Voldemort last chapter.

Next Chapter's name: The Trade

~Isys