A/N: OK, so all the disclaimers and such are on the first chapter. I don't like this chapter, I'll maybe fix it later. And a huge thank you to all of you who reviewed *hugs you all*
Chapter two: Latin
"Really." the stranger smiled, suddenly he didn't seem so familiar. Harry was sure he would have remembered someone that flooring. The boys' eyes sparkled deep obsidian, his pale skin making him look vampirical and captivating even in the flashing lights. Harry had to stop himself from doing anything 'un-toward' after all, he would most likely never see this guy again and the whole preservation of the time line thing was another of those pesky annoyances.
"So, you still haven't told me your name." Harry smiled at him, hoping the name wouldn't be familiar.
"That's because you haven't told me yours." Ah, that was a point. Harry couldn't introduce himself as Harry Potter, so what then? A manic glint made its way to his eyes,
"Tom." He could be anything he wanted, and well, he was having fun, so why not be Tom Riddle for the night? Or just Tom. Yes, he liked being Slytherin. They weren't evil, just very clever and cunning and not as full hardy and rash as Gryffindors, and they were as loyal as any Hufflepuff, but unlike a Hufflepuff you had to earn there loyalty. So Harry smiled, tonight he would stop being so damn Gryffindor.
He ran a hand through his hair as the other boy surveyed him, and toyed with his stud for a moment. He had a small snake stud in his right ear, he loved it, it was a gift from Draco. The only problem was he could only wear it to this time line because in the other, Harry Potter would have nothing to do with snakes. That was one of the reasons he liked it.
"The name suits you." Harry was shocked, that was one weird comment to make. Was it possible for the other boy to know he was lying? Not likely, he had been trained by Snape in the fine art of deception, only after long arguments between the Headmaster and Snape first though.
"Well, what's yours?" Harry brushed the comment away and downed his drink in a one'er.
"Guess."
"Hey! That's no fair! I told you mine." Harry signalled for another drink, deciding getting very drunk might be a good idea.
"No you didn't." Harry had to stop himself from gawping at the stranger, what was he psychic?
"What? How did you know?" Harry smiled well naturedly, being caught in a lie was one thing, but it didn't mean he would have to tell the truth; he could just make up a different name, and an excuse, still didn't explain how he knew.
"Its not hard," the stranger chuckled, "Your bracelet has, 'we're with you always Harry.' engraved in it." Damn, Harry silently cursed, sometimes Ron and Herm were just a pain in the ass even if he did love them. They had given it to him when he had first joined the Order, just after they declared there love for each other. The bracelet was in Latin so it wasn't really that obvious, unless you could speak Latin of course.
"Ah." Again the stranger laughed.
"Well, I'll tell you what Harry, I'll give you a clue, my name is just like you're bracelet, Latin." Harry sighed; he sucked at Latin, oh so badly, Snape had nearly bitten of his head off about it. Damn, extra lessons were a bitch, life would be so much less haste if he didn't have to be a hero, and therefore well versed in every thing on the bloody planet!
"Ugh. I'm crap at Latin, can I get another clue?"
"No."
"Please?"
"No, but is it that important?"
"Um, well, is it, are you Sirius?" The dark stranger snorted.
"No, and I would ask you not to mention that imbecile in my company." Harry let out a relieved breath. Siri was the only person he knew with a Latin name that he had to worry about.
"Oh, and what do you have against him?" Harry was happily downing a new drink and debating weather to add another, but at the stranger hadn't finished his so he didn't.
"Apart from him being some stuck up, arrogant, stupid Gryffindor? There are reasons." Well, he was a Slytherin then who ever he was, and he knew Harry's godfather. Harry decided to order another drink after all, as the Slytherin finished his too. His nerves were getting pleasantly relaxed and a couple of Vodka shots would be a nice follow up.
The comment about Siri hadn't been one that would usually get you on Harry's' good side, but he was having fun, pleasantly tipsy and couldn't care less at that precise moment in time, nothing was going to ruin a good mood.
"Ah, so I'm putting my money on you being a Slytherin."
"How astute." The man gave a teasing smirk.
"Why thank you, I pride myself on my astuteness."
"So, you're not a Hogwarts student, but you do seem to know a lot about it, care to share, Harry." Harry got the feeling that the Slytherin wasn't expecting an honest answer, but probably wasn't going to pry about it either, god, he liked the Slytherin lot, if it had been a Gryffindor he would have been under wand point interrogation by now.
"Would you prefer I ignored the question, or just lied?" This would prove interesting.
"I think we have safely covered that you are too good at fucking up lying, so how about we skip that one altogether."
"Good, but let me ask you, why do you have such a bloody hot cloak on in such a stuffy place?"
"Ever heard of cooling charms, and because I have a T-shirt on underneath." The Slytherin said in all seriousness.
Ah, thought Harry. That made so much sense, well, actually. No, it didn't at all. What the hell would a T-shirt have to do with anything?
~*~*~Tbc~*~*~
