Chapter 2

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…Marvolo's POV…

Marvolo glanced at the potions shop's sign before entering it. Usually, he would call his followers to him instead of going to them, but Severus was an exception as the man was always brewing and most of the potions that he made could not be left alone for more than a few minutes.

He was looking for another obscure book, this time on potions, and he hoped that the man knew or at least had some connections that would enable him to find it. It was the last piece of the puzzle before he summoned the bane of his existence once more.

He made himself believe that it was merely to rub his success in the boy's face, but if he were to be completely honest with himself, the boy had tested him as no one else dared and it had exhilarated him as much as it infuriated him, though he only realized that once the boy was gone. In hindsight, it would have been better to cage the boy instead of simply killing him but that thought irritated him as well, though he did not read into it too deeply. It was the thought of the boy being forced, by Dumbledore, of course, to fight against him when he could have been standing in his ranks, that angered him the most.

The bell rang as he entered the shop and he saw a young man of about 19 or 20 standing at the counter. No one else was in the shop because it had already been an hour since it had closed for the day. He felt a tug of something in his chest as if something had finally settled down and he mentally frowned at the thought.

The man turned around as he closed the door and he found himself almost frozen as he gazed into familiar green eyes before the man nodded to him in greeting before turning around again. For a moment he thought Harry Potter had returned without him doing anything, but though the man shared certain features with the boy, it was clear that he came from a completely different family.

It also slightly irritated him that the man had greeted him and then dismissed him as if he didn't know who he was. That thought had Marvolo examining the man's clothes, only to find that he wore the robe of a healer, yet his body had the stance of a fighter that had been a part of the war. The contrast intrigued him and when you added in the tug in his chest when he saw the man…well, it all made for a remarkably interesting mystery that set his mind on an entirely new path than what he had planned when he came to the shop.

Sure, he would get the book and he would still resurrect Potter, but that could wait a while, he had all the time in the world after all and the boy's soul was not going anywhere. Severus came out from the backroom and froze slightly when he saw the man standing with his back to the Dark Lord. He moved to greet him first of course but Marvolo held up his hand and indicated towards the young man. He wanted information on him and he could only get it once the man in question was gone.

He seemed to be a regular if he could pick up his order after hours, so Marvolo was sure that Severus would not disappoint him. He noted that the man's order mainly consisted of potions that worked to heal the mind and it didn't take long before he realized that the man was a mind-healer. His first reaction was to leave it at that and to continue his plans for Potter's soul, but something about the man still pulled him in and when he left, Marvolo was disturbed to realize that something inside him felt empty again.

He walked towards the potions master to request the book but found himself asking about the young man anyway. It seemed that the man was an excellent mind-healer. So much so that many wizarding communities all over the world allowed him to stay in their countries without the need for a VISA where he then made his way through every town.

He had heard of Hadrian Ignotus Peverell, but seeing as the Potter boy had been the true descendant of Ignotus Peverell, he had not paid any attention to it. Now he tried to find anything he could dig up on the man, which was not much. The man had been homeschooled and did quite well, he had received training in becoming a mind-healer after going to a mind-healer for some childhood trauma and then he had started his own practice and became renowned after just two years in the field. He could not find any more than that and it bothered him. The man's record was a little too clean for his taste, but he supposed that not everyone murdered someone during their time growing up.

It took a week to finally track the man's current location down and he was surprised to find the man in a remote village that held more werewolves than humans, but they seemed to co-exist after the recent study written by Peverell himself, that stated that once a werewolf accepts the wolf as a part of themselves, they would merely transform into a normal wolf on the full moon and they would be able to control the shift and themselves.

He wondered at the lengths that the man seemed to go through to help other people, but the concept was foreign to him. A fight broke out as he walked towards where Peverell was talking to a couple with a child with them and a man seemed to race towards the mind-healer in rage. Yet even as Marvolo summoned his wand from his holster he felt the blast of power and the werewolf went flying back into a cushioning charm that had also been cast by Peverell no doubt.

Marvolo licked his lips as the darker, yet familiar power washed over him, but he couldn't figure out why it was familiar. Peverell had a darkly polished yew wand and even the core reeked of death, though only Dark wizards would notice it, and he knew he had never seen or felt such a wand before.

The mystery's questions kept piling up, but instead of going to the man, he slipped away again. He would keep an eye on the man before confronting him. Peverell seemed to be powerful in his own right and if Marvolo played well, then he would have the mind-healer within his ranks even after he solved the mystery surrounding the man.

…Third Person…

The Death Eaters were glad that their Lord seemed to be more like himself, but they were worried because they didn't know what his newest obsession was. He stopped sending them around on errands for old books and he seemed to be deep in thought most of the time before disappearing for hours on end.

No one dared to follow him without his permission though and so they settled down to wait.

…Harry's POV…

Hadrian heard a knock on his door and without even opening it, he knew who was on the other side of the office door. His heart was pounding erratically but he didn't let it show. He had known that the connection and ignoring the man would cause a reaction, but he hadn't expected it to be this bad. He'd felt the Dark Lord following him these past two weeks and it set his nerves on edge. Now the man seemed ready to confront him and even though this had been his plan all along, he felt like he would rather be anywhere else right now.

The man scared him, but not in a traditional sense, he scared him because it was hard to imagine the man that looks slightly older than the Diary-version of him, to have actually been the one to 'kill' him and yet he couldn't hate him because it had all been according to their plan. He also wasn't blind to the fact that the man looked damn fine, and it set his nerves on edge whenever the man looked at him.

The knock came again, slightly more forceful this time and Hadrian hurriedly raced to open the door. Maybe it would be easier to get this over and done with so he could be left alone with his thoughts. He opened the door and raised his eyebrows in surprise before looking around as if he had been expecting someone else. Which, conveniently enough, he did, but the person had cancelled their appointment about ten minutes ago.

Seeing no one else he looked back at Lord Slytherin, as he supposed he should call him, and smiled slightly as if he was merely greeting another possible client. "Hi, can I help you?" The Dark Lord seemed confused at his laid-back attitude but kept his face calm.

"I was wondering if I might be able to steal a few moments of your time, seeing as you aren't currently seeing any of your clients." The Dark Lord's voice was practically a purr as if it would be able to entice him into doing anything he could for the man, but Hadrian knew what lay behind the man's many masks.

He frowned and looked into the man's eyes, he pulled up little snippets of thought to act as a shield to stop the other from lightly invading his mind. "I'm sorry, but I can't at the moment. I have many clients to see today and if one isn't coming then I must inform the next person that they can come in earlier." Which is the truth, he had appointments lined up until 8 so he would be able to finish earlier if they finished the sessions earlier. He also figured that he had to get the Dark Lord to make himself a client to be able to talk to him. It seemed mostly foolproof.

The Dark Lord scowled before saying he would be right back and walking out of the office. Two minutes passed where Harry scowled at the open door in confusion before the man returned with a smug smile on his face. Harry dreaded to know the reason for it until his cellphone vibrated ten times for ten messages and he stood there in shock as the ten appointments he had lined up were all cancelled in the matter of a few minutes.

Fury like nothing he had ever felt before pounded in his head and his magic started sparking around him, sure he had expected the Dark Lord to do something to get his way but messing with his clientele was the worst option he could have chosen. He glared at the man and noted that although the smug smile had left his face, there was something unreadable in his eyes. And that was what made him act out.

He grabbed the man by his shirt and cursed his lack of height as he noticed that the man was a head taller than him. "I don't know what you want, but don't mess with my business ever again!" With that, he pushed him back slightly and forcibly apparated the Dark Lord out of the temporary building, summoned everything into his suitcase, and apparated to the opposite end of town to set it up there. It was only after he got settled once more that he realized that he probably had a very pissed-off Dark Lord after him now, but he did not care. He would find a different way to stop the Dark Lord from summoning his soul. Meeting the man set him on edge and it made his temper flare like it had not flared in years. The only problem was that he didn't know why.

A/N: Hope you all enjoyed it, I'm off to write the next chapter…