Authors note: Thanx for all the great reviews. ( To answer some Questions.
The original Harry is in the trio's universe. I'm thinking of Writing that
as a sequel to this. Depending on the response. Harry and Sal will never be
switched back. As for a sex scene I will try and if someone would like to
offer to Beta it for me. Ie tell me if it crap or not. I will give it a go.
Ginny is a Lily reincarnate in both worlds.
Part Eight:
The rest of the term went by as it had started with Sal having the time of his life being hated by everyone bar the Slytherin's and the Slytherin's all but worshiping the ground he walked on.
"Happy Halloween." Sev whispered to his young lover. Sal tuned to face Sev.
"Happy Halloween to you too." He said huskily. A lithe form on Sal's other side stirred. "And Happy Halloween to you Draco." A murmur came from Draco that could be interpreted as Happy Halloween but it also sounded suspiciously like fuck off.
"It'll be breakfast soon. And you two still need to get up to your dorm to change." Sal and Draco groaned simultaneously.
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Sal stood in front of his mirror dressed as him namesake. If people didn't know any better they could have sworn that it was Salazar Slytherin himself standing there. Draco wolf whistled to show his appreciation of the costume.
"Thanks Draco. And you don't look so bad yourself." Which was a definite understatement. Draco was stunning, he was dressed in a forest green tunic and his hair had been magically extended. He was an elf, he pulled if so perfectly that Sal was temped to believe there was some elf blood in him. Which could defiantly come in handy. Elf magic was highly potent.
"Well let's go down to meet our third." They were to go to a Death Eater Ball. A muttered spell of invisibility and they were ready to go.
The door to Sev's rooms opened as the pair approached the sight that met them as they moved through the door way took their breath away. Sev was dressed in a very large quantity of black leather. He wore leather pants with worn boots climbing to his knees; a tight white shirt was adorned with leather gauntlets strapped to his wrists. He hair was tied back with a black ribbon into a loose ponytail. Sal let his eyes wander the length of Sev, letting his lust shine clearly in his eyes. Sev let out a deep peal of laughter.
"I am glad you approve." He said huskily.
"I most certainly do approve. I don't think even Dracula himself could have done a better job." Sev smirked flashing an incredible set of fangs. The great wizard turned vampire, Dracula, was highly revered among those who studied the dark arts while almost forgotten by the muggle lovers. He was someone the nearly every dark wizard aspired to be like. He was the epitome of what it was to be dark. He was the most ruthless, devious and feared wizard of all time. Even whispered tales of him made muggles quake in fear. H had almost achieved what Voldemort had not; he had come with in a hairs breath of concurring both the Wizarding and Muggle worlds.
"Indeed." Sev said running his tongue over the fangs. He smirked. "Now let the games begin."
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It is true what they say. Sinners always have the most fun. The Death Eater mansion was awash with colour, it's normal monotone forgotten. The costumes were weird and wonderful. Somebody, Sal was sure it was Crabbe, was dressed as a cave troll. The lack of morals meant for one hell of a party. Well something that the forces of light would label orgy, but to the death eaters it was just fun. Drink, drugs and magical aphrodisiacs were rife, but you only live once, hadn't you better enjoy it? And they most defiantly did.
Whatever duty's they had or masquerades they had to play were forgotten that night. They were Death Eaters pure a simple. They could be themselves without anyone casting judgment on them. The Snake, the Dragon and the Darkness were together without the etiquette of the school to hold them down.
The night was not all fun and games. Voldemort had important instructions for his three favourites.
"I have decreed the day for our move on Hogwarts. The 1st December will be the day we strike. You 'will' bring down the wards at noon. Understood." His cold voice rasped out. Sal nodded curtly. He understood perfectly, they would bring down the Hogwarts wards. They would find a way to break down the defences of the most heavily magically guarded building n the face of the Earth. Sal smirked, he had done it before and they would do it again. And Hogwarts would burn.
Death Eater Banquets were always a big deal and this one was no exception. The hall was easily twice the size of Hogwarts great hall and the food was of the highest quality. But that was not what the banquets so special. No it was the fact that it was the only time the Dark Lords consort made an appearance. She say beside her love dressed in shadow and cobweb in a perfect portrayal of the mythical Fey queen. No one ever saw her face it was carefully veiled, it was only Voldemort himself that new her identity. At Tom's other side sat his son. Salazar Riddle with a power to rival that of his father.
Lucius looked jealously on his son. At the banquet he had been allowed at the head table at Sal's right hand only I seat away from Voldemort himself. 'And all because he is shagging that Potter boy' he thought bitterly. Voldemort's eyes snapped around to fix on Lucius. Who promptly hung his head?
"Lucius." Voldemort called out.
"Yes master." Lucius stuttered from his seat.
"Come to me." He commanded. Lucius got unsteadily to his feet. A coil of fear was wound I his gut. "Your son is sitting at the high table because he has eared a place there he is a loyal ruthless and powerful death eater. Not because, as you so elegantly put t, shagging my 'son'" Voldemort put extra emphasis on the word son. Lucius visibly shook. Draco looked at his father in disgust, to think he had ever looked up to this quivering pathetic excuse for a Death Eater. 'I wish my lord would just do away with him.' he thought, not entirely to himself. Voldemort looked at Draco and smiled.
"So Dragon you believe I should punish your father most severely for his transgression." Voldemort asked. Draco turned to face him his eyes cold.
"Yes." He answered.
"No Draco, I am your father. Don't let him do this to me." Lucius squealed. Draco turned his cold eyes onto his father.
"I have no power over my Lord." Draco replied.
"See Lucius, your son knows his place well. You on the other hand have forgotten. But I know this will never happen again."
"Yes master, never... never again." He whimpered. Voldemort gave a cold smile.
"Yes." He hissed, "Your place is at my feet. Or rather under them. AVADA KEDAVRA." Lucius dropped like a stone. The banqueting hall was deadly silent. "Now my Dragon," He said turning once again to Draco. "You are Heir to Malfoy name, the fortune and the estate. What do you plan to do?" Draco bowed his head.
"My lord all I have is yours. All I want is to serve you I have no need for the Malfoy estate or wealth. I pledge it all to you."
"Well done my dragon. You have done something that your father never could, given yourself totally to me. I believe that you are worthy of my son."
"Thank you my lord."
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"Father." Sal started when he had finally got him alone.
"Yes my snake."
"I would like to ask you a question if I may."
"You may."
"Your consort, Isabelle Riddle, is she the reincarnation of my mother? In my dimension this was the case." Tom smiled.
"Yes my son she is." Sal smiled broadly.
"Can I talk to her?"
"But my son you talk to her almost every day. Were you never told, in you dimension, just who Isabelle was before I found her."
"No father."
"She was born Virginia Weasley." Sal stared at his father in open-mouthed shock. Little Ginny Weasley was the mysterious Isabelle Riddle, his mother. He closed his eyes and tried to come to terms with this piece of information. He remembered back to the resorting announcement, the smile that she gave him, the motherly smile. "Obviously her position was to valuable to comprise hence all the secrecy and keeping the name that those muggle lovers gave her. Imagine the burdening my dark angel with a name like Virginia. But it is all for the good of the cause." Sal nodded.
"Am I permitted to tell her that I know?" Sal would never dream of doing it unless his father gave permission.
"You may. You will have to in fact. She will be helping you with your task. The muggle lovers believe that Isabelle has a crush on you so this can be used to your advantage. Pretend to lead her on and this way she won't have to spend so much time with those Gryffindor's. She will like wise tell the muggle lovers that she is trying to find out what's wrong with you." Sal smiled. It was better that he imagined. Plus it was another dagger into mudblood and weasel.
"Yes father. You will is my command."
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The trio got back to Hogwarts in the small hours of the morning. Immediately they converged in Sev's office, they needed to collect a rejuvenation potion of or three would be less that fit for the day ahead. Isabelle had arrived back separately, she would wake up this morning complaining that she is sick and of course no one would suspect her of saying anything less than the truth.
Sal knocked the sickly green liquid back and a look of disgust flashed over his face. The look was mirrored on Sev and Draco's faces. The potion worked a treat but it tasted vile.
Thanks to the potion not one member of the light was aware that the three had been up all night consorting with the enemy.
Part Eight:
The rest of the term went by as it had started with Sal having the time of his life being hated by everyone bar the Slytherin's and the Slytherin's all but worshiping the ground he walked on.
"Happy Halloween." Sev whispered to his young lover. Sal tuned to face Sev.
"Happy Halloween to you too." He said huskily. A lithe form on Sal's other side stirred. "And Happy Halloween to you Draco." A murmur came from Draco that could be interpreted as Happy Halloween but it also sounded suspiciously like fuck off.
"It'll be breakfast soon. And you two still need to get up to your dorm to change." Sal and Draco groaned simultaneously.
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Sal stood in front of his mirror dressed as him namesake. If people didn't know any better they could have sworn that it was Salazar Slytherin himself standing there. Draco wolf whistled to show his appreciation of the costume.
"Thanks Draco. And you don't look so bad yourself." Which was a definite understatement. Draco was stunning, he was dressed in a forest green tunic and his hair had been magically extended. He was an elf, he pulled if so perfectly that Sal was temped to believe there was some elf blood in him. Which could defiantly come in handy. Elf magic was highly potent.
"Well let's go down to meet our third." They were to go to a Death Eater Ball. A muttered spell of invisibility and they were ready to go.
The door to Sev's rooms opened as the pair approached the sight that met them as they moved through the door way took their breath away. Sev was dressed in a very large quantity of black leather. He wore leather pants with worn boots climbing to his knees; a tight white shirt was adorned with leather gauntlets strapped to his wrists. He hair was tied back with a black ribbon into a loose ponytail. Sal let his eyes wander the length of Sev, letting his lust shine clearly in his eyes. Sev let out a deep peal of laughter.
"I am glad you approve." He said huskily.
"I most certainly do approve. I don't think even Dracula himself could have done a better job." Sev smirked flashing an incredible set of fangs. The great wizard turned vampire, Dracula, was highly revered among those who studied the dark arts while almost forgotten by the muggle lovers. He was someone the nearly every dark wizard aspired to be like. He was the epitome of what it was to be dark. He was the most ruthless, devious and feared wizard of all time. Even whispered tales of him made muggles quake in fear. H had almost achieved what Voldemort had not; he had come with in a hairs breath of concurring both the Wizarding and Muggle worlds.
"Indeed." Sev said running his tongue over the fangs. He smirked. "Now let the games begin."
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It is true what they say. Sinners always have the most fun. The Death Eater mansion was awash with colour, it's normal monotone forgotten. The costumes were weird and wonderful. Somebody, Sal was sure it was Crabbe, was dressed as a cave troll. The lack of morals meant for one hell of a party. Well something that the forces of light would label orgy, but to the death eaters it was just fun. Drink, drugs and magical aphrodisiacs were rife, but you only live once, hadn't you better enjoy it? And they most defiantly did.
Whatever duty's they had or masquerades they had to play were forgotten that night. They were Death Eaters pure a simple. They could be themselves without anyone casting judgment on them. The Snake, the Dragon and the Darkness were together without the etiquette of the school to hold them down.
The night was not all fun and games. Voldemort had important instructions for his three favourites.
"I have decreed the day for our move on Hogwarts. The 1st December will be the day we strike. You 'will' bring down the wards at noon. Understood." His cold voice rasped out. Sal nodded curtly. He understood perfectly, they would bring down the Hogwarts wards. They would find a way to break down the defences of the most heavily magically guarded building n the face of the Earth. Sal smirked, he had done it before and they would do it again. And Hogwarts would burn.
Death Eater Banquets were always a big deal and this one was no exception. The hall was easily twice the size of Hogwarts great hall and the food was of the highest quality. But that was not what the banquets so special. No it was the fact that it was the only time the Dark Lords consort made an appearance. She say beside her love dressed in shadow and cobweb in a perfect portrayal of the mythical Fey queen. No one ever saw her face it was carefully veiled, it was only Voldemort himself that new her identity. At Tom's other side sat his son. Salazar Riddle with a power to rival that of his father.
Lucius looked jealously on his son. At the banquet he had been allowed at the head table at Sal's right hand only I seat away from Voldemort himself. 'And all because he is shagging that Potter boy' he thought bitterly. Voldemort's eyes snapped around to fix on Lucius. Who promptly hung his head?
"Lucius." Voldemort called out.
"Yes master." Lucius stuttered from his seat.
"Come to me." He commanded. Lucius got unsteadily to his feet. A coil of fear was wound I his gut. "Your son is sitting at the high table because he has eared a place there he is a loyal ruthless and powerful death eater. Not because, as you so elegantly put t, shagging my 'son'" Voldemort put extra emphasis on the word son. Lucius visibly shook. Draco looked at his father in disgust, to think he had ever looked up to this quivering pathetic excuse for a Death Eater. 'I wish my lord would just do away with him.' he thought, not entirely to himself. Voldemort looked at Draco and smiled.
"So Dragon you believe I should punish your father most severely for his transgression." Voldemort asked. Draco turned to face him his eyes cold.
"Yes." He answered.
"No Draco, I am your father. Don't let him do this to me." Lucius squealed. Draco turned his cold eyes onto his father.
"I have no power over my Lord." Draco replied.
"See Lucius, your son knows his place well. You on the other hand have forgotten. But I know this will never happen again."
"Yes master, never... never again." He whimpered. Voldemort gave a cold smile.
"Yes." He hissed, "Your place is at my feet. Or rather under them. AVADA KEDAVRA." Lucius dropped like a stone. The banqueting hall was deadly silent. "Now my Dragon," He said turning once again to Draco. "You are Heir to Malfoy name, the fortune and the estate. What do you plan to do?" Draco bowed his head.
"My lord all I have is yours. All I want is to serve you I have no need for the Malfoy estate or wealth. I pledge it all to you."
"Well done my dragon. You have done something that your father never could, given yourself totally to me. I believe that you are worthy of my son."
"Thank you my lord."
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"Father." Sal started when he had finally got him alone.
"Yes my snake."
"I would like to ask you a question if I may."
"You may."
"Your consort, Isabelle Riddle, is she the reincarnation of my mother? In my dimension this was the case." Tom smiled.
"Yes my son she is." Sal smiled broadly.
"Can I talk to her?"
"But my son you talk to her almost every day. Were you never told, in you dimension, just who Isabelle was before I found her."
"No father."
"She was born Virginia Weasley." Sal stared at his father in open-mouthed shock. Little Ginny Weasley was the mysterious Isabelle Riddle, his mother. He closed his eyes and tried to come to terms with this piece of information. He remembered back to the resorting announcement, the smile that she gave him, the motherly smile. "Obviously her position was to valuable to comprise hence all the secrecy and keeping the name that those muggle lovers gave her. Imagine the burdening my dark angel with a name like Virginia. But it is all for the good of the cause." Sal nodded.
"Am I permitted to tell her that I know?" Sal would never dream of doing it unless his father gave permission.
"You may. You will have to in fact. She will be helping you with your task. The muggle lovers believe that Isabelle has a crush on you so this can be used to your advantage. Pretend to lead her on and this way she won't have to spend so much time with those Gryffindor's. She will like wise tell the muggle lovers that she is trying to find out what's wrong with you." Sal smiled. It was better that he imagined. Plus it was another dagger into mudblood and weasel.
"Yes father. You will is my command."
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The trio got back to Hogwarts in the small hours of the morning. Immediately they converged in Sev's office, they needed to collect a rejuvenation potion of or three would be less that fit for the day ahead. Isabelle had arrived back separately, she would wake up this morning complaining that she is sick and of course no one would suspect her of saying anything less than the truth.
Sal knocked the sickly green liquid back and a look of disgust flashed over his face. The look was mirrored on Sev and Draco's faces. The potion worked a treat but it tasted vile.
Thanks to the potion not one member of the light was aware that the three had been up all night consorting with the enemy.