Disclaimers: JKR still owns it all. I write AU/OOC...if you want canon you picked the wrong story.

Walk Through Time

Chapter 14: Lucy in the sky with diamonds

Severus and Lucius really did not want to take Harry and Salazar to Voldemort. Over the course of the last month both men had grown to respect the young wizards. They no longer thought of them as just boys, no, what the two could do was beyond incredible. And it was that beyond incredible that made them want to protect the two and keep them safe from all harm. Visiting with Voldemort was definitely harmful.

There was no getting around it though. They had sworn on their magic that they would take them along when he next called. It had been almost six months since he called them, but he was making a weak effort to do so now.

Harry and Salazar appeared in the room even before the two men could finish donning their masks. Severus turned to see the two looking slightly mussed and quite cross. He could not hold back the laugh. "What set the two of you off this time?"

Harry ducked his head guiltily. Salazar just directed a cold glare at him. Then they turned to each other and began snickering. As they stood there acting like besotted idiots, Severus figured it out. His black eyes glowed with pleasure as he smirked. "Ah, well done then. I thought it might be you two going at it like rabbits that was leeching all his magic." He walked past Harry and tapped him on the scar. "It's good to know this is useful for something after all."

Harry and Salazar gave each other guilty looks.

Lucius drew back his aristocratic head and roared with laughter at the discomfited looks on both faces. "Oh sweet Mordred! I never thought I would see the day that our resident sex maniacs were good for something besides attempting to make babies."

They just shrugged at each other and followed Severus out of the building. Lucius would be the last one to gather at the meeting and they would get to laugh at him receiving a crucio or two before they rained on Voldie's parade.

It was obvious from the fact that the laughter died rather quickly that he had the same idea.

The meeting did not seem to be going along all that well. As usual, Voldemort seemed in a rather testy mood and spent quite a few minutes prancing around snarling at most of the idiots who bothered to show up. Yelling at Lucius for being a slippery friend and criticizing Snape for being a duplicitous little snake were also central to the theme.

When he got to Harry and Salazar he almost came unglued. The two had managed to steal Crabbe and Goyle's Death Eater costumes and were having the times of their lives analyzing the 'protections' Voldie had built into the masks. He was just about hopping mad by the time he made his way to stand in front of them. "What are you doing here, Harry Potter?" He finally managed to sneer.

Harry performed an elegant bow to him. "Lord Voldemort. I do apologize for not requesting an audience before attending your soirée but it was terribly short notice and my associate here was adamant he meet you today."

Voldemort raised his hand and summoned both masks before looking at the two grinning boys. He turned to Harry and said, "Since you are the one wearing the scar, I assume you are Harry Potter?"

"Quite right. Very good, Sir." Harry nodded in a dignified manner and sent a mental snicker to Salazar when the older wizard snarled unpleasantly.

"And who would you be?" He finally deigned to ask as he turned to Salazar.

Salazar stepped forward. "I do apologize, Sir." His voice was totally condescending; the tone he had learned from his parents while living at the royal court of Scotland. He swept a formal half-bow as any nobleman would to another. "My name is Salazar Slytherin."

Voldemort threw back his head and laughed.

Salazar turned slightly to face Harry. "Harold, dearest?"

"Yes, Great Prince ofScotland?"

"Why do all these imbeciles laugh like hyenas when I state my name?"

Harry smiled a sweet smile at him. "They laugh because they are ignorant, Luv. They keep forgetting that we are wizards. Wizards use magic. Magic does not obey the laws of Physics. Therefore, they do not comprehend that you are in fact Salazar Slytherin because they do not know or understand that I went a thousand years into the past to bond with you as my soul mate and then brought you forward to present day."

For some strange reason the laughter stopped and everyone returned to paying attention to the two who were bold enough to be holding a conversation right in front of Voldemort without fear. Even Voldemort stopped laughing and listened.

Salazar nodded his head in understanding of what Harry was saying. "So, in essence, what you are saying is that all these people require that I give them a demonstration of my power before they will concede that I have stated my proper name." The statement was issued as fact and not as a question.

Harry shook his head in an affirmative pattern. "Yes, Dearest, that is a rather succinct explanation of why the lot of them are acting like jerks." Then he turned to Voldemort. "Since we are having a discussion on proper names at this point let me assure you that I have no intentions of ever again calling you anything other than your given name of Tom Marvolo Riddle. Do you have any problems with that?"

Voldemort nodded. "Yes, but I will kill you later for your insubordination. At the present, I require a demonstration of your dearest one's power."

Salazar looked up at the freak man and said, "You really are an ugly, impertinent bastard, aren't you?"

Voldemort hissed in anger.

"Do not hiss at me, you ridiculous excuse for a wizard." Salazar was clearly about to show someone exactly why he was acclaimed as a dark wizard when clear provocation was presented.

Voldemort snapped first. He drew his wand and cast a crucio at the younger man. "I will teach you some respect, you upstart."

Salazar extended his hand and let the spell hit him on the palm. Everyone stared in fascination as he began to whisper a spell that caused Voldemort's eyes to fly open. It was only a matter of seconds before the power of the spell became obvious. He had changed the original intent of the spell from one of pain to that of being a soul purifier.

Harry plucked the burning globe out of Salazar's hand and stepped forward to press it against Voldie's chest. As he did, he spoke, "Oh, Tom, you miscalculated this encounter completely. Let's just hope that there is still a spark of good still in you, or you are about to be burnt to a crisp."

Salazar stared at the older man as the globe began to be absorbed into his body. "How you could do the things you have all your life and stand there with your head up is beyond me. No way under the sun could you be a relative of mine. You have got to be one last sick joke that Godric Gryffindor pulled on me."

Harry cocked his head to the side and took a good look at Voldemort. "It really is difficult to tell, Sal. He looks nothing like he did when he was sixteen. He did look a little bit like us back then. But then he took off on his blood purity tangent and this seems to be the end result." He cast his eyes around at the fearsome Death Eaters who looked more like idiots with their mouths hanging open.

Salazar gave a frustrated huff. "Why do I keep encountering all this crap about blood purity? Do you think Gryffindor changed that much after we left?"

Harry shrugged. "It's difficult to tell exactly what he did. You have to admit that when we exorcised the part of him that was fire demon, he did lose a substantial part of his power."

"Actually I don't think he lost all that much. He was always more adept at the physical stuff than the magical. And he had a real talent for strategy, but I never saw his magical strength approach anything compared to when Mordred had stepped forward and was forcing issues."

Harry shrugged and returned to observing Tom. "I think I will just have to trust you on the issue of Godric Gryffindor's unholy power. As for this guy, I do not think things will go well for him either."

Riddle snarled at the two. "Whatever it was you intended to do, I do not think it worked. I am just fine." He raised his wand hand to cast another curse and felt the jolt of angry power flare to life in his skull.

Harry smirked. "Ah, it was waiting for an activation action. Well, looks like you have done it this time, Tom. That curse is going to burn you alive if it cannot find some good in you to anchor your body to this mortal plain."

Then he turned back to Salazar. "You know how we were talking the other day about Godric and maybe it was not him that altered the historical facts surrounding your obsession with blood purity? What if it was that idiotic wife of Wallace Weasley's? She would have been close enough to the source to know the facts and was capable of twisting all that lovely information to suit her own purposes."

Sal stood there, forehead wrinkled and lips pursed together as he considered what Harry said. "Yes, I can see where she would change the story to make him look good. It could not have been easy for him to not only lose an incredible amount of magic, but to also know that several of the students he had sexual relationships with chose to have abortions rather than carry a child to term that had the demon genetic composition."

Harry smirked at him. "Who are you kidding? All five of those students chose to terminate their pregnancies because you said that if the child were to show signs of being of demonic ancestry that the wards around Hogwarts would automatically deny it admittance. None of the old families wanted to run the risk of becoming social pariahs once they heard that Salazar Slytherin set the wards."

Tom Riddle glared at Harry and Salazar. "Do you mean to tell me that I have spent over sixty years trying to carry out your great works of ridding the world of unclean blood just to find out that you had an obsession with demon killing?"

Salazar's face turned slightly pink. "I would not call it an obsession with demon killing so much as I would call it an obsession with controlling their natural tendencies to kill, maim, and or otherwise destroy everything they touch. I am not really partial to women," here he looked around, "Or men. Except Harry. But, he is a special case." Here he paused for a few seconds then continued, "I just never wanted to see anyone beaten to a bloody pulp because a demon had no control over their violent tendencies once their blood lust took control of their psyches."

Several of the men standing around dropped their heads in shame. Most of them had not really believed the pureblood tripe, but went along for the benefits. To hear these two talk about blood purity in terms of removing demons from the Wizarding bloodlines gave a whole new meaning to the 'cause'. Most of these men had actually seen the damage a demon could do. Watching a powerful wizard like Tom Riddle summoning and banishing them was scary enough without trying to live with one next door.

Just as everyone was about to discreetly apparate away, Harry looked back at Voldemort and said in a stage whisper, "Oh, look! The sound and light show is about to begin."

Salazar was still in a grouchy mood so he said, "Five galleons says that when he explodes and releases all that magic back into the earth that it will be red fireworks."

Harry giggled. "You're on. Nah, the fireworks will be purple. Tom is most likely a descendant of both Godric and Rowena. As deranged and misguided as he is, he has to be offspring of their first child, the one who was conceived just after I brought Draco back."

Tom was gasping and clawing at his chest as he began omitting a wine colored light that soon began swirling around him in a funnel shape. He was about to disintegrate into a million tiny pieces when Harry said, "Sal, this is too painful. Do we have any of those diamonds left from our bonding ceremony?"

Salazar smiled at his lover. "Of course, here they are." He pulled a small pouch out of his cloak and opened it to dump one in Harry's hand.

As Tom threw back him head and prepared to launch his swan song, Harry reached up and placed the diamond into his mouth. The diamond, the representation of perfect love, sat on his tongue and provided a focus of good. The magic around him began to rise and pull the evil away from the anchor.

Within seconds, Harry was holding out his hand to Salazar. "My five galleons please? Those were definitely purple fire works that went up."

Salazar laughed as he handed Harry back some of the money he had removed from their vault that morning.

Harry motioned for some of the Death Eaters to move forward and help Tom as he slumped backward. "You guys are going to have to take a bit of care with him. He is going to be sick for quite awhile until he gets used to his new magic levels. That spell Sal hit him with did not turn him into a squib, but since it does remove evil, he may not know much stuff that is useful just now."

Lucius Malfoy shook his head at the outcome of the evening. He should have known it was going to be something really grand- and totally pointless. He just had to ask, "So, if Tom here is not the Heir of Slytherin, then who is?"

Salazar looked at him consideringly for a few seconds. "That is a very good question, Mr. Malfoy. Since Harry and I have never had any lover except each other, and we have yet to produce any progeny, I assume everyone accepted the person I chose to replace me as my Heir and carried on from there."

Severus was riveted. "And, his name was?"

Salazar looked at Harry, "What did I say his name was?"

Harry shook his head in disgust. "You said the man's name, but it was not something I was too worried about at the time."

"Please?" Snape in begging mode was scary.

Harry's eyebrows shot up to his hair line. "Last name was Evans. That is all I remember without extracting the memory." He backed away from Severus as the man inched forward with a gleam in his eyes. "You do not want to watch that memory. Lots of mushy stuff." He squawked and ducked behind Salazar. "Save me from the bad wizard, please? He just wants to see us naked." He whined as he looked up at his husband pleadingly.

"Severus! Snap out of it!" The command rang clearly though the night air. Lucius had one arm around Tom and his wand in the other hand.

Severus looked around and noticed Lucius inclining his head toward where several aurors could be seen casting anti-apparation wards and moving toward them. "Oh shit! There goes the neighborhood."

Draco piped up, "Those are aurors, not Space Balls. I know the difference because I watched the movie."

Lucius looked at his son and grinned weakly. "I watched the damn movie with you, remember? At this point, I'd have preferred the Space Balls."

Draco looked around and noticed that everyone else was leaving. "So, Dad, what say we change our tune from suck to blow?"

Lucius grinned at his twit of a kid. "I'd love to forget about sucking up to this idiot, Son, and blow the joint, but I think we are fairly caught."

Harry looked over at them. "It's just standard variety anti-apparation wards"

Lucius arched an eyebrow.

"Oh right. Here you go then." The next thing Lucius knew was that he and Draco were still supporting the magically exhausted carcass of their ex-lord between them and standing outside a Pizza Hut in downtown London.

Lucius looked at the way the three of them were dressed, shrugged his shoulders back, and nodded his head toward the shop. "Are you hungry, Son? We might as well go on in and get a few takeouts. Narcissa loves pizza, ate the stuff all the time when she was pregnant with you. Maybe it will make you feel better too."

Draco looked through the window. "OK, Dad. I will sit with Uncle Tom while you order. You should probably get an order of breadsticks so he can eat while we wait on them to get the order together."

Lucius looked at Tom in a critical fashion for the first time since he had the bad luck of meeting the terrorist twins (and no we are not talking about Gred and Forge.) "Tom, are you feeling strong enough to have a bit of food before we try apparating back to Malfoy Manor?"

Tom just nodded. "I am incredibly hungry. It feels like I have not had a decent meal in months."

They walked into the shop and Draco managed to steer Tom over to an empty table. As they sat down a little girl came over and touched Tom on the hand. "You look really sick. Here, have my milk and mommy will get me another one." She offered him the just starting to melt ice cream cone that she was clutching.

Draco smiled at her. "No, dear. Uncle is not allowed to eat ice cream until after he has eaten his dinner like you did."

"Oh." She ducked her head and scuffed her shoe along a bit of French fry that had been dropped on the floor by someone who ordered a chicken and fries basket. "I sorry. You get better soon, huh?" She then reached up and gave him a small kiss on the side of his slightly green tinted skin before dashing back over to her mother who was sitting there looking totally horrified that her daughter would speak to, let alone touch, the really ugly old man.

To say that Tom had an excellent evening out with the Malfoy men would have been an understatement. He absolutely adored the bread sticks and orange soda Draco insisted that he eat at the shop. Then they wandered around London for a few blocks before he insisted they stop at an ice cream parlor and try the muggle confection. Finally, Lucius demanded that they head for home since he was the one carrying the shrunken pizza boxes in his pocket and could smell the incredibly delicious aroma every time he moved.

Harry and Salazar merely bent their heads together and spoke softly until the aurors had surrounded everyone who was left and demanded that they all drop their wands and raise their hands.

Harry stepped forward. "Gentlemen, there are several people here who are tired and ready to go home. We have been here for about two hours and no one has done the first bit of magic that would require an auror to appear and start apprehending us as if we were criminals."

Kingsley Shackelbolt glared at Potter and the idiot who insisted on polyjuicing himself to look like Potter before nodding toward the other aurors. "You don't call dressing up like a Death Eater a problem?"

Harry glared at him. "Muggles don't go around putting everyone that rides a motorbike and has long hair in prison."

The argument, while valid, was disregarded. "Check their wands."

Salazar stepped forward and waved his hand gently to encompass all the aurors, "that is not necessary. These are not the wands you are looking for."

Kingsley spoke to his troop. "These are not the wands we are looking for."

"You may drop the anti-apparation wards and everyone can go home now."

"You may all go home now."(1.)

The aurors turned around and left. The Death Eaters stood there hardly daring to breathe as they realized how close they had all come to being locked up in Azkaban…some for the second and third time.

Harry smiled at Salazar. "I love it when you do that."

Sal grinned in return. "Oh, he'll be back."(2)

The two of them dissolved into a fit of tears as they laughed themselves sick. The only one of the lot to catch their joke was a young blond who had spent several months trapped in a muggle hospital bed and had been given muggle movies to watch to help pass the time until he was rescued by Severus Snape. Terrence Hicks shook his head in amusement and left also.

As all the DE members apparated away, one person came back. That person was Mad Eye Moody, and he was determined to capture some Death Eaters, or failing that he could always take Potter and his sidekick in for being disorderly in public. He could probably hold them for a few days on charges stemming from Potter and Clone trashing the lobby of Gringotts Bank just that morning.

(1) More quotes from Star Wars 4 abused.

(2) Misquoted from Muppets from Outer Space.