Disclaimers: If this were original fiction that belonged to me you would have probably had to buy the book in a junk shop. As it is, JKR still owns the Harry Potter universe and I give her express permission to play in my sandbox here since she lets me play in hers...
Harry shook his head while looking at the new man. "You and I shall have a nice long talk sometime in the next day or so. In the meantime, I am going to ask you to remain quiet since you do not know the circumstances of my being here. You open your mouth and say the wrong thing, you invoke magic accidentally, and then we have a big mess. So, silence, please."
Potter looked like he was about to argue, and probably would have, until his twin sister, Rosalinda, moved over to his side. "Hold your peace, Robin. The wind of change blows here." Rosalinda Potter had a touch of the sight so when she spoke those who knew her listened.
Robin Potter had been twenty-two when the pompous Squire Jones had murdered his father. He still remembered having to take control of the family when he really was not ready to. His sister had helped him a great deal during that time; he would listen now. He nodded toward her and stepped back to watch. He was also determined to take care of his family. There would be no more thievery from Potter lands by the scavangers who lived in town and made their living by stealing from the magical folks; he had vowed that some ten years ago.
Mattias Potter, his son, slipped his hand into his father's and tugged gently. Robin looked down enquiringly and Matt nodded toward Harry. "He be the time traveler, Pa. Don't cross him 'cause he's better than Slytherin at wandwork."
The older man's eyebrows almost disappeared into his hairline. He turned back to the effeminate looking boy and started paying attention.
Squire Jones decided that since Potter now had everyone's attention he should leave while he had the chance. He had just jerked his arm away from Constable Weasley when he felt a power surge and saw Salazar Slytherin materialize some five feet away from where the angry Harry Potter still glared at him.
Slytherin, acting in the capacity as the highest ranking lord at the gathering, turned stormy blue-grey eyes toward the crowd. "What is the meaning of this gathering?"
Rosalinda whirled and smiled at Sal. "Salazar! Greetings, my friend."
"Rosie," was said in a clipped tone as he noticed that Harry was holding an arm that was bleeding sluggishly. "What happened to your arm, Harry?"
Jones couldn't manage to keep his mouth shut. "The little bastard claims I hurt him when I didn't touch him."
Salazar stared into the pompous face of the arrogant sot he had last seen ten years ago. "I can believe that. A knife in the back is more your style, isn't it?"
Jones was not quick enough this time with the knife. Harry saw him reach for something and stupefied him as his fingers made contact with the hilt. As Jones rocked back and then forward, Constable Weasley caught him and held him up. It was obvious to everyone that he had intended to inflict damage to Salazar Slytherin because the knife had slashed through the sheath and nicked his leg.
As everyone stood there staring in horror at Jones, Harry spoke, "I have travelled here from a thousand years in the future. Maybe that is what magic wanted me to do, undo the wrongs that you have done to so many of the people around here." He turned to the crowd that was still avidly hanging on every word spoken and said, "I call a special session of the Welsh Wizengamot this time next month under the authority of Magic itself. Anyone with a grievance against Lord Harvey Jones may place their name on the docket and their case will be heard."
Constable Weasley, Rosalinda Potter, and several others raised their wands and chanted, "So mote it be." Magic erupted from their wands and bound the request as a decree of magic.
Weasley shook his head at the struggling man. "Right, come on, Squire Jones. This has been a long time coming and I hope that while you are here that you learn something from it." It only took a moment to levitate him down the street to where he wanted him.
As Harvey was locked into the magic suppressing stocks he looked up the street and became so angry that he started frothing at the mouth. Potter and several of his friends were making fun of Jones and the old geezer certainly was not enjoying it.
Harry watched the man and wondered if he should give him a calming draught or just let nature take its toll on his temperament. He finally broke down and went to his ancestor's murderer, "Here, drink this."
Harvey growled at the boy, but opened his mouth to have it poured in. When the vial was empty he felt it plucked from his hand and turned in time to see young Lord Potter sniff the vial and hand it to a pinched looking man who could only be a Prince.
The man, Potions Master Prince, announced to the crowd who was still lingering that the boy had given him a high quality calming draught. The magical suppressors on the stocks would not affect any medications given Squire Jones and he had not been harmed. Salazar could not help laughing when the crowd booed. It was almost a given that Constable Weasley would need to erect wards around the stocks to keep people from meting out excessive punishment on Jones.
Young Lord Potter waited a few minutes until the crowd had calmed down slightly before asking Harry what he planned to do until the month was over and the cases against the squire were reviewed.
Harry shrugged. "I have a bit of money. I can stay at the inn. I am not completely without resources. I will need to purchase enough ingredients to brew some potions that we will need for the court reviews, other than that I have very few needs."
Potter nodded his head. "Mattias arrived home yesterday and we have not had time to catch up on everything. He mentioned just now that you are the time traveler that he met just before he left. If you are one of our clan we welcome you to our home."
Salazar answered Potter's bid at hospitality. "Your kindness is most appreciated, Robin, but I should like to take my fiancé to Slytherin holdings and introduce him to those of my family who are in residence at this time. If it is not too much trouble though, I shall bring him by your home in a day or two." He smiled to take the sting out of his refusal of the offer.
Robin acquiesced after watching Salazar pull a small vial out of his cloak pocket and apply a dollop of the unguent to Harry's wound. He watched, fascinated as the two of them communicated by just staring into each other's eyes. Finally he looked back down at the hand residing on his own sleeve. Smiling slightly at his son he asked, "Shall we leave Harry in the capable hands of Lord Slytherin then, Matty?"
The boy nodded vigorously. "Yes, Papa. Let's go home and tell Mama that Harry will be visiting in a few days." Then the impertinent boy added, "Besides, if you bring Harry home now Mama is liable to have a fit because she likes to clean house and cook before company arrives."
His father laughingly slapped him up side his head as he rolled his eyes and agreed with the boy; Slytherin just might have the better idea. As the Potters and Salazar were discussing when the best time to call would be, the crowd parted to let an incredibly beautiful woman come forward.
Salazar went rigid when the scent of a hunting Veela hit him. His head raised and his eyes were molten silver as he glared at the one who would attempt poaching his mate. Then he hissed in anger, "Serena!"
Serena approached them. "My brother." She bowed to Salazar then turned to Harry. "Father has been informed of your arrival in town and wishes to have you join us. It would be an honor if you would let me escort you to my father's house. House of Slytherin is most pleased to come to your aid. Our door is always open."
Harry flashed a grin at her. "It seems to me that if it were not for House Slytherin I would be dead in this world already. It is an honor to know House Slytherin."
"Why would you say that?" She asked.
Harry's breath caught as he noticed the witch upping her Veela charm just a wee bit from what she usually kept it set at. "Serena Slytherin, turn off your Veela charm or suffer the consequences." He muttered. When her eyes widened in shock he answered her. "Your brother, Salazar, is my mate. The primary reason I came here was to get permission from my Head of House Potter to wed before my birthday which falls at the end of July."
"Permission granted if you prove to be a Potter of my line." Came the response from Robin Potter.
Harry smirked, "I was already disowned. I don't need your permission any longer."
Robin grinned and said, "YOU have not even been born yet. So, of course I can't disown you. I don't even know which set of Potters you are derived from and therefore cannot remove you from the family."
They were bickering amicably a few minutes later when Salazar Slytherin's father arrived on the scene unnoticed until he spoke, "That is a lovely bit of logic and I am pleased to hear you reclaim this man because he will be an important part of history."
Harry laughed and turned to hide his face, but Salazar's father would have none of it. He strode up to the younger man and wrapped his arms around him, bent down and kissed him continental style right there in front of everyone.
Salazar pulled Harry back from his father's clutches and wound his arm around Harry as he looked at the people standing around. "Do the lot of you not have somewhere you could go? I don't think that hanging out here in the dead of night is going to do much good for your health." He narrowed his eyes and continued, "Especially when Potions Master Prince tells you to sod off because the reason you wound up sick was you had your nose where it did not belong."
One woman opened her mouth. "No, we are fine. We want to know what happens next."
Harry raised his head from where it was resting on Salazar's shoulder. "If you nosy twats want to know what happens next, I suggest you go buy the book." With that he pointed his wand straight up and chanted a watering spell that wizards often used in their modern greenhouses. The only problem was that Harry was probably three times as powerful as your 'powerful' wizard and these people had never heard of a greenhouse. The effect was rather traumatizing for most of them and they immediately vacated the area before they could provoke any further anger.
Serena huffed in annoyance before letting Salazar embrace her. "You do have the devil's own luck. Are you sure you want him? He's a bit scrawny and would probably do better with a woman to take care of him." She asked Sal as she eyed Harry up. Then since Salazar had not lost his temper she added, "If you are too tired to dual apparate Harry I will be happy to take him home. After all, it is exhausting travelling all the way from Hogsmeade."
Salazar kept Harry in his arms. I stopped in Liverpool and rested for half an hour before I went home. When I saw you were not there, I flooed over to the Shattered Ward and followed the crowd of gawkers to here.
"Oh, so you have been home already?"
He nodded yes, then added for the benefit of his dense sister. "I actually came home yesterday, Serena. I spent most of last night catching Father up on what is happening in the Highlands and the Midlands."
She looked terribly put out at that statement. "Oh."
"Yes, Oh." Old Lord Slytherin glared at both his children, knowing that if he did not do something to separate them they would start fighting over the beautiful boy who obviously had already picked the one he wanted.
He turned to Robin Potter and said, "We accept your offer of hospitality and await your owl." Then he grabbed Selena's arm and apparated away as soon as he saw Potter and he and the wizards he usually hung out with all apparate away.
Salazar bent and kissed Harry's neck. "Are you ready to go, my dearest?"
Harry scowled. "Why do I keep getting saddled with batty old, mean, insensitive people I have to take care of?"
"What?" Salazar asked.
Harry pointed to where both the town drunk and Harvey were shivering in the cold night air after having been soaked in the shower he created. "I can't leave them here like this. If either one of them got sick and died I would feel guilty forever."
Salazar looked at Harry disapprovingly. "I for one think that you should leave them. However, if that great puddle is to be what enables us to break the curse on you like I want him to be, we had best take care of him."
Both men glared at Harry. Salazar had casually cast a drying spell on them, then added a warming charm. Harry had cast a scourgify on each one of them separately, twice!
When Salazar saw the results of Harry's spell he immediately wanted to learn it also and immediately apparated them back to Slytherin Manor where he had Harry teach everyone the spell. After they had it down, the house elves were summoned and ordered to learn the spell. The ecstatic elves tried to keep Harry up the rest of the night with their insatiable desire to learn more and better household charms than the rest of the Wizarding world had at the time.
Harry was passed out in the guest chambers sleeping off his exhaustion when Salazar snuck in about an hour before day break to kiss him awake and tell him he loved him. The feel of Salazar's mouth against his woke him from a sound sleep. He immediately twined his arms around Sal's shoulders and deepened the kiss until they both felt like they were going to come apart in each other's arms.
Sal drew back and sat on his legs looking up at the mussed picture of his betrothed. "You look totally gorgeous debauched. If I had not made the vow to wait until after our wedding for the sex, I would strip you bare and show you all the pleasures that a body can give and receive."
Harry growled adorably and asked, "All of them?"
Salazar could not stop the smile that graced his aristocratic face. "Every Merlin blessed one of them. When I finally get you into bed I shan't let you out until you have recovered from total exhaustion brought on by too much pleasure."
That sounded rather ominous. "You do know that I am a stronger than average wizard, don't you? For you to say that is all well and good, but if you are going to vow it you might think twice about it just on the off chance that you could die before I ever get tired of you."
Salazar's face lit up like Christmas had come early. "That sounds like a splendid way to go. However, I have never heard of anyone of Veela descent dying from exhaustion while pleasuring their mate." He then gave Harry a naughty giggle. "There is also the bit about Veelas search out the strongest wizards they can in order to reach their own ultimate pleasure."
Harry had time for one more soft kiss before the sun rose. Despite the fact that Salazar prayed that he would remain human with the spell broken, Harry resumed his dragon form. Salazar hugged him and petted his eye ridges before asking him if he would like to come upstairs and sleep a bit more before Lord Slytherin arose and began interrogating Harry despite the fact that he would be in dragon form.
The dragon nodded and thumped his tail happily.
Salazar glared at him and hissed a reminder to keep the noise down.
They climbed the steps and entered Salazar's room like an old married couple. Harry watched as Salazar removed his robe and bent to pull the covers away so that he could slide in. The sight of his perfect pale buttocks caused the human part of Harry's brain to shut down. Dragon was overwhelmed with the need and desire and in order not to break his vow of chastity until marriage, he disapparated once again.
Salazar laughed softly to himself. That had been mean, but he wanted to know if Harry really did want him. His Veela charm did not work on Harry, but the sight of his body had put the boy into a state that made Salazar blissfully happy. Now if he could just figure out how to break the damn curse.