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Okay, hello everyone! If you didn't follow my second account, then I bet you're super surprised at an update after months and months of never updating hahaha. :D Anyway, I rewrote this story and I put my edited chapters up. You NEED to go back and reread. A large chunk of my plot was changed and you should be aware of that. Anyway, once you've come back, I hope you enjoy the newest chapter! Warnings at the bottom.

Past, Present, and Future

Chapter 11

"He wanted to leave the past a few hundred miles down the road, shake it off like dust. But that was the problem with the past. It kept finding him."

― Suzanne Woods Fisher, The Keeper

People had always been fascinating to Julian.

Growing up he was never treated like everyone else, so of course that made him wish to seek out the reason why, and this of course led him to studying the people around him. This led to the belief that everyone around him were pathetic wastes of space. And his opinion hadn't changed with age.

The Aurors around him chatted and joked, bursts of laughter appearing at seemingly random intervals. Like always Julian felt completely out of it, all of his attention being required to just understand what was going on. This had always been the hardest part. Making idle chit chat. Especially when over three quarters of his mind had no interest in fulfilling that duty. So instead he just smiled and nodded, a skill he had easily mastered a long time ago. However, the skill was useless when you were being asked a question.

"So how'd you learn magic without going to Hogwarts? I haven't heard of any other wizarding schools nearby that aren't year round."

Uraz for strength, Thorn for challenge….oh crap what's the one for life again? Remember, that's the one with a combination. You have birth, which is Berkano and-

"Kid?"

A hand waved in his face and Julian realized his error. Green eyes widened comically and his smile turned into a sheepish grin. He forced his hand to run through his hair nervously while looking at the man from beneath his lashes.

"Sorry sir...got lost in my own world." The man, Sirius Black, barked out a laugh and smacked him on the back.

"Don't worry about it kid. The whole smile and nod trick is the easiest in the book. I totally get ya. You wouldn't believe how many conversations with anyadult I've gotten through with..."

However, the skill was useful when getting caught because if you played it right it would bring you even closer with whoever you were trying to ignore.

Looks like he'll continue on about school stories for awhile. Now what was that second rune for life?

Twist. Jump. Block. Protego. Stupify. Incarcerous. Repeat.

The mantra repeated itself over and over again within Julian's sharp mind, graceful movements allowing him to suffer no injuries at all. So far, he had taken down about twelve of the thirty werewolves present. All around him panicked "soldiers" sent slashing hexes and deadly curses at frightened men and women. It was pathetic to see how much fear controlled all of these filthy animals. They all deserved to die in his opinion, if only to get out of his way. Not to mention-

"It BIT ME! OH MY GOD. Nononono! Please Merlin no!" It screamed in his ear.

Julian couldn't stop the look of disgust from breaching his pale face. How dare it interrupt his inner monologue? Not to mention his record of taking down seven werewolves in a row without stopping. He was just about to cross his all-time record of nine and that fool had to distract him! How could the filth? With a devastating sneer marring his lips unintentionally, Julian couldn't resist uttering a slashing hex to cleanly cut through its arm through the shoulder.

Just as he was admiring the cleanness of the cut, for from this distance he was surprised he had gotten it so perfect looking the stupid creature just had to start screaming bloody murder again.

"W-wha? My FUCKING ARM. WHAT THE FUCK! Why-oh my god it hurts! It huurts! Please-fuck make it stop. MAKE IT STOP. Oh fuck- I can still feel it! I can feel it, where'd it go. Where's my arm gone? Wha-FUCK." It's pasty skin was almost as white as his own with fear and shock, wide blue eyes blurry with tears and disbelief.

"I-I can still f-feel it. I-I'm m-moving it, b-but its not working. WHY ISN'T IT W-WORKING!" It cried pathetically.

While it continued to sniffle, Julian carefully checked his surroundings. Black and Potter were off somewhere else and all others were busy taking down the angry werewolves. Perhaps just this once… He slowly strode over to sorry lump that called itself Daniel Press. A pathetic excuse for a half-blood with a muggleborn mother and a muggle father. Perfect red drops fell to the ground from its shoulder and soaked everything beneath it.

Looks like you're going to bleed out soon mister. He sang internally.

With a worried pout and frown between his eyes, Montresor bent down to eye level with the animal before him. It continued to whine and mumble pathetically under his breath.

"I c-can feel it. M-my arm's moving, but it's not there and it hurts. It hurts s-so baaad." The mantra repeated itself until he was just whining incoherently to himself, tears leaked from his dilated eyes and Julian couldn't help but lick one up. The man shouldn't care who takes his tears anyways. Not like he's ever going to use them.

"W-what are you doing man? Call for help! I need a Heal-healer. FUCK. Help me!" Montresor chuckled darkly and it's face lost the little bit of color it still had.

"You-you're one of them. GUYS! HEL-" He waved his wand without a care, silencing it easily.

"Do be quiet would you? I was trying to have a moment and you just had to start screaming like an imbecile. Did your mommy never tell you about using your inside voice?" Montresor tapped it's nose with his wand and shook his head condescendingly. As the glorious blood began to start oozing from the place his arm used to be instead of spurting, Montresor tutted and released a feral grin.

"Looks like someone's out of time. See you on the other side." And with one last glimpse at the boy who sipped on his tears like a fine wine, he shut his eyes for the last time.

"So what did you think Julian? Not too scared were ya?"

Black easily swung his thick arm over the smaller wizard's shoulders. For some reason he reminded him of someone he used to know. Bright eyes glanced up at him bashfully and Sirius grinned sharply at the sight. The poor boy was much too shy. And then he knew who he reminded him of.

His brother-Regulus.

Of course he didn't look much like him...except for the black hair, but there was something about his mannerisms...it just screamed his baby bro. The brother he failed to save.

While Sirius had never been close to his younger brother, he had still cared. He realized now that the distance between them was mostly his fault, making the loss that much harder to bear. Poor sweet Regulus...all alone, forced into Black politics and inevitably joining the Dark Lord. Sirius still remembered the last time he spoke to him. It had been so long ago, but he still remembered it as if it were yesterday...

"You can't just LEAVE! I mean, yes you argue with mother and father, but that doesn't mean-"

"Just shut it Reggy! You don't fucking know ANYTHING." Sirius slammed his trunk on his unmade bed, throwing in random bits and pieces-things he knew he didn't need but still wanted to bring with him, things that spoke of home. The home he had always pretended he had.

"Yes I do Siri. You-you can't leave. You can't leave me b-by myself." Sirius slowed down his packing and turned towards Regulus, not surprised to see tears in his eyes.

Dark grey just like their bitch mother.

Sirius sneered and shut his trunk, glaring so hard he was surprised the boy's face didn't melt off.

"Oh, does the perfect Black heir need someone to take the brunt of mommy's temper? I'm fucking DONE with this family. And that includes YOU Regulus." His brother had flinched at the full use of his name, not having heard Sirius call him that since...ever.

"B-but Siri-"

Sirius smacked the hand that had been reaching toward him and Regulus brought it to his chest with a look of complete surprise on his face. Sirius's face morphed into regret immediately.

"Oh shit I'm sorry I just-"

"You know what? Fine. Go ahead and leave. I-I won't miss you and no one else in this family will either! Go away you- you blood traitor!"

And with those words Sirius's choice was made and without a final glance, he strode away from his family with cold anger and sadness in his heart.

He had never forgiven himself for not making up with his brother. He thought about him every day...the regret he felt completely overwhelming sometimes. The idea that he'd never be able to tell Regulus just how much- Just how much he loved him tore him to pieces.

And the idea that Regulus, no Reggy actually thought that he didn't- it burnt those torn pieces to ashes.

But this boy, this young sweet boy who acted so much like his baby brother, and who had almost been taken by the Dark, well, maybe if he saved him, it would be like saving his own brother too.

Right?

Harry felt like he was on cloud nine.

All of his plans were happening just as predicted, he had gotten in a nice bloody kill today, and he had the rest of the day off.

Everything was splendid.

He actually felt like treating himself. Maybe he would make steak tonight! Nice and bloody, with a yummy baked potato. Just perfect.

And of course, his wrist band had to go off, signaling that the Dark Lord wanted to see him.

Ugh, this is why I became an assassin and not a waiter or something. I didn't want to be CALLED. Goodness.

But like the good little boy he was he didn't fuss or complain, even if this was mildly irritating and he did not want to play with little Death Eaters and powerful Dark Lords. Couldn't he just hang out by himself for a bit? The burning he was beginning to feel on his wrist gave him his answer. With an exaggerated eye roll to himself Harry apparated over, feeling much like a busy mother being called upon by her spoiled child. As if he didn't have better things to do.

He slid one hand through his hair and made sure his white dress shirt was straight. He didn't bother with a robe. He didn't feel like impressing anyone with how wizard-y he looked. Mostly, he just wanted to go home and eat...but hey, he wasn't known for his perfect control for nothing right?

With a deep breath Montresor cleared his mind of all thoughts and walked into the room with every bit of confidence he possessed and a grin to match. With a short bow and cheeky smirk he entered the richly styled room. It wasn't one he was familiar with, but it was just as nicely furnished as the others he had seen. The walls were a dark green, undoubtedly in recognition of Salazar Slytherin, and the floors were a dark marble.

Large windows with colored glass adorned each wall, but curtains covered each of them, giving the room a dark and cold feeling. Montresor couldn't have been more at home and easily walked over to the dining table that stretched across over half of the room. The Dark Lord sat at the head unsurprisingly, and Harry looked to him for instruction on his seating.

His whole being burned at the submissive gesture.

Lord Voldemort grinned and waved his long-fingered hand at the place to his right and without another glance he took his seat, hands placed behind his head. For a moment they sat in silence, the only two beings within the large room. Thoughts of steak and taking care of his contract on Rodrick Penthouse this evening flowed through his mind like soda.

At first they were refreshing, but they left a sour aftertaste, making him crave more.

He opened his eyes without warning and set his hands on the table, accidentally brushing against the Dark Lord's own. Both moaned without permission and pulled away just as fast. Montresor's lips pinched slightly, but nothing else crossed his face.

"I apologize my Lord. It was purely accidental."

He then realized that the Dark Lord didn't look angry, merely curious. He gripped Harry's hand tightly without his consent, snatching it like a snake after a fat mouse, causing both to feel wave after wave of pleasure run through them. Neither of their faces changed.

"Have you done your homework Montresor? Or have Dumbledore and his lackey's kept you busy?" Voldemort's eyes glittered ominously, obviously hoping he would be incapacitated by the pleasure running through his body. Harry loved nothing more than disappointing.

"Of course my Lord. The link between us must either be by soul or magic. While our predicament has never been recorded based on my findings, similar instances have been seen with soul bonds. Mainly between close siblings or lovers. Since we are neither, I'm assuming our magic has some sort of bond. It's never been heard of out of close family members, and even then it's extremely rare and not to the degree of our...connection. However, if our magic was similar enough, theoretically this could happen. Your magic sees mine as his own and vice versa, causing them to want to be as close as possible. I don't completely understand why this causes pleasure of all things though."

Voldemort looked to the distance, his thumb beginning to stroke the outside of Montresor's hand without his knowledge.

"What you have said is much of what I have found as well. Certain types of soul magic that I'm sure you aren't privy to could also theoretically cause this effect, but the ways of it coming about are impossible between us. So yes, it must be a magical bond. The pleasure induced may be from our magic actuallymeeting. It rejoices at seeing what it finds to be something of a long lost brother of some sort. I'm more interested in the possible benefits of this relationship, however."

Fire-red eyes met Montresor's cool green and the Dark Lord unknowingly licked his lips. He brought his other hand up and placed it upon the other male's pale cheek. Neither looked away from the other.

"Because our magic is so similar, we could most likely tap into the other's and use their magical core as well as our own. Imagine all the complicated rituals and spells one could do with access to a whole other pool of magic. The mere possibilities…"

As the Dark Lord had been talking, Montresor and him had slowly began edging closer to one another. By the end of it they were nose to nose. Voldemort's words died off and silence echoed throughout the room, and never did red and green break their stare. Voldemort could clearly feel the boy's breath on his own lips, but before he could do anything about that small fact the heavy wood doors bursted open, causing them both to rip apart their gazes, faces, and hands.

The Dark Lord saw many of his other allies entering, internally ticking each of them off when the boy he had recently began thinking of as a enigma let out a harsh gasp.

It was the most real emotion he had ever seen come from the younger wizard. He looked to the boy immediately and was surprised at what he saw. Montresor's face expressed complete disbelief and above all joy. And when he whispered what he did, Voldemort could barely believe his ears.

"F-father?"

WARNINGS: Gore, Death, lots of cursing. Almost-kiss haha.

Hope you enjoyed it and I'd absolutely LOVE to hear what you think. Remember, reviews make me want to update faster and next chapter is Harry's backstory. :D