SIN WITH ME
Summary: When all goes wrong in Harry's life he wishes he were never born. A normal life seems to be out of his league and the continuous jibes and lies thrown at him put him back at square one. But when Harry Potter gets a break the world suddenly hates him for it. HP/?? Slash!
"Fate is a sadistic mistress and we are her toys, Harry," He was told mournfully. "But when we do her bidding she rewards us, we have both served to her amusement, now it's time to be rewarded." Harry answered him slowly moving closer to chaste lips. "Fate rewards no one especially not sinners." he was gently pushed away. "Your lips are like sin, to touch is a sin." "Then we can sin together!" Harry cried out. (little snippet to get you interested!)
Rated: R
Disclaimer: I have nothing that would be worth suing me over, I own nothing in this story except for the plot and a few made up characters, so don't complain if I accidentally use some thing that's not mine.
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Chapter 3: Replicated
"Then we can sin together!" And the boy leapt up on his lap again. Determined arms snaked around his neck again and pale inexperienced lips finally came in contact with his.
They had sinned and Harry paid the price for it only moments after as a scream erupted from his already damaged voice chords. Privet Drive was woken up by his bellow and Sirius Black struggled to restrain the flailing young man as bright light started to envelope him and Acerbus' laugh echoed the room instead of just their minds.
//Alas! Gloom and Death will walk hand in hand again!\\
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Had he been Padfoot he would have howled in agony from the piercing wail Harry had begun to emit. But as a human Sirius panicked trying to hold onto the flailing young teen. Had he set off some kind of magical explosion within the boy? Was this what the young Gryffindor had been expecting?
The light shone so bright that he was afraid it would blind him but for fear of losing Harry he kept his eyes open. There was a ruckus at the door. Curses and shouts were muffled by the continuous yelling his godson still produced.
Perhaps there was no magical bomb, maybe the boy just went mad. Had he not been mad himself he would have thought so.
"It is an acquired madness one must have taste for Black. Do not confuse it with lunacy." The voice had been so close and so familiar that it had caused him to let go of the screaming boy and lash out at the figure standing behind him.
Thick black Death Eater robes and a ghastly face that could have been a mask moved closer to him until he took up the knife previously discarded and swung it like a wild beast.
"What's the matter Black? Don't recognize Death when you see him?" The man mocked and it took over a minute for Sirius to finally comprehend why the voice was so familiar.
"Acerbus." He croaked his voice hoarse. His long legs kicked at the figure while he still sat on the bare floor gathering the screaming bundle in his arms and glaring at the cloaked figure in defiance.
"You can't have him." He said shaking his head. "He's mine." Possessive arms circled the boy even though his skin was as hot as coals, so hot that he left burn marks on the older man's skin. There was something going on that he neither understood nor liked but as long as he kept Harry everything would be alright.
Black eyes glittered from beneath the hood and pale lips twisted into a sadistic smirk. "You hold onto the boy as if your very salvation depended on it." His smooth silky voice murmured.
"It does." Sirius replied, his eyes taken on a glazed shine. "He is my salvation."
"Indeed." Acerbus answered still ever as amused as before. "You'd do well to let go of his body, it is burning holes in your skin. There will not be a salvation for you if you are left a invalid."
Sirius looked down at the boy who had gone long still but his screams echoed on as his body was enveloped in a green light and his body floated slightly in his arms. Rivers of peach cream were running down his body and burnt ashes were mingling within it. The liquid was hot like molten lava and his skin looked like it was charring.
He touched the steaming peach substance seemingly fascinated with it and how it bubbled on Harry's body as if the skin itself was melting off of him. The wine dripping off his sizzling body gave the illusion of blood being drained from him. His fingertips were smarting from playing with the gunk, which spelled like burnt flesh.
Acerbus had yet to move from his spot of towering over the two. His age old eyes watched the pair with morbid enthrallment. These were not the actions between Harry Potter and Sirius Black. He had wondered about the resemblance and the familiar magical signature. He had thought it coincidence that Black masculine copy of his heir's love.
Could from a thousand years ago survive and be reborn into two unlikely people. Well, one unlikely person, the other very likely. He had found the perfect body and situation for his heir to be reborn in. Where else but into one of his descendants?
Fate must have played a handy role in this plot. //The meddling bitch.\\
If what he thought was true then he'd have to bring everything back along with Salazar's memories and body he'd have to bring her memories and body back. That meant a stronger silence charm and getting Black off of Salazar's new body.
As he spoke the very skin and muscle and blood began to dissolve off of Harry Potter's body. The tainted Snape blood gathered midair and began to purify leaving only accents of the former owner's mother's heritage. The process was painful and once Black noticed he was holding a bare skeleton that began to shape and reform to fit its ancestors design.
"W-what's happening?!" Sirius whispered frantically clutching his head hoping it was all a hallucination. "I-it's n-not real." He said quietly rocking back and forth. "ITS NOT REAL!" He screamed beating the ground as the bare bones became longer and the frame of the skeleton a little thicker and wider. The skull grew larger and of the teeth the canines grew longer and sharper. Something on the back began to form, near the blades. They were wings, large wings.
Soon the skeleton was bare no more and tissue, muscle, veins and organs began to form. A glorious new body began to develop, one that could not even compare to a Greek god in its perfection.
"Harry? What's happening to my Harry?"
Ever watchful Acerbus turned his glittering eyes onto the other man and beheld a wily smile. "He is Harry no more. He is my son, my little Salazar and I have upheld my promise to give him the life that was so unfairly stolen from him." He locked eyes with the other man's dark brown ones and his gaze looked into his very soul and for a moment he could see the intelligent ice blue eyes of Salazar's former lover.
"Since I was correct I'm afraid you'll suffer the same fate the boy did." Acerbus' lips quirked in amusement at Black's gaping expression. "I have been searching for you Rowena, I don't know how you escaped my notice but because I love my son, I too shall love you and my only punitive actions will be those of tonight's change.
As soon as he finished speaking Sirius felt something ripping through his heart and his mind. As if a rusty knife was cutting him to pieces and the fire that began to burn in his body wrenched a cry from his lips.
//Lord make this stop!\\ The most unimaginable torture was what he felt that moment. He was dying slowly and painfully. His skin bubbled and smoldered. It was so hot that his clothes burned off leaving his body bare and leaking. He heard nothing over his own screaming but the screeching of a woman's voice in his own head and at some point there was no 'him' but a 'her' as if the masculine part of his body melted off along with his skin.
Acerbus' voice was now a distant memory even as he now spoke to him. It seemed as if each word replayed in a memory.
"You should thank me. After all this mortal body held death in its future, and it was not a death from old age."
It wasn't until he was down to bare bones did he stop screaming as there was nothing to scream with.
As the formers body changed so did his. Sirius' body did not grow; however, it did shrink in height, width, mass and shape. Tissue, muscle, organs, veins and finally skin began to form revealing a distinctly female body.
Acerbus walked over to the first body, now complete and unbearably beautiful. The hair and nails had just grown out and the large wings sprouting from his back had grown large silky black feathers. Noting all the new features Acerbus experimentally ran a finger along the edges of the man's pointed ears. From them golden earrings began to appear upon his touch. Some hoops, others studs and a couple with dangling emeralds.
Tracing the aristocratic face he ran fingers over both closed eyes where a black ink thinly outlined the lids as it did one millennia ago, they were permanent markings that came with adulthood. The man's skin was bronzed like that of rich honey. It reflected the very heritage he hailed from despite his vampire nature, for unlike turned vampires he was a vampire born from the royal line; thus, able to keep the pigment in his skin and roam freely in the daylight.
//And the scar.\\ Acerbus thought fingering the right side of the man's face where a disfiguring scar placed malevolently by the man's enemy once stood. //Is gone.\\
His hands roamed the body and in their journey articles of ancient jewelry much finer than one would expect began to assume position over the man's skin. Some armlets fashioned like coiled snakes around his biceps, others jeweled rings and cuffs. Down at the man's waist a loin cloth appeared covering his genitals. Over it was a silk flap with thin golden chains at the edges that connected the back to the front leaving the sides bare save for the delicate chains, this reached mid thigh.
"Hmm.what am I missing?" He spoke allowed trying to find the omitted element. "Ahh!" He exclaimed and out of the folds of his robes extracted an ornate twelve inch athame. Placing it by one of the man's long fingered hands he then retrieved a small red stone from his robes. It was transparent and bright. If one looked close enough they would see the tiny golden flame and within that flame was a face. The face portrayed pure agony as if the very fires were burning away flesh. Just as bad the fires of hell were piercing through the poor soul within.
"Well Salazar," Acerbus said holding the stone up to the light and peering into the flame. "I do hope you don't screw up your second chance on earth." And the mysterious man threw the jewel up in the air where it fell and landed lightly on the man's chest. Upon contact with the familiar body the fire inside the jewel flared up and a silvery mist began to pour out of it and into the bronzed skin.
The red stone now lay useless and empty on the man's chest and the once motionless body began to show signs of life. His heart didn't start pumping as a mortal's would and neither did his chest rise and fall while his lungs took in air but behind his painted lids his there as movement.
The body was still very much empty without its memories, which still locked inside the silvery soul absorbed into the body, fought to be freed.
Leaving Salazar for a moment he approached the finished replica of Salazar's former lover. He studied the humanoid form with a critical eye for any flaws. Everything was as it was a thousand years ago.
Silvery hair, pale skin, lifting up one eyelid he discovered silver eyes. "Immortal yet oh so human." He whispered in half bitterness and half amusement. "The first civilized Veela," He said, "isn't that right Rowena Ravenclaw." Within moments an old fashioned Greek dress outfitted the female body. Soft blue slippers on her dainty feet matched it. A set of white gold earrings bearing diamonds were placed on her ears and along with a matching necklace, bracelets, and anklets. Replicating the long lost wand the woman used, Acerbus willed life into her body until the beating of her heart could be heard and the rising and falling of her chest could be seen.
Salazar Slytherin and Rowena Ravenclaw looked exactly as they had when they died but dressed in the clothes of the heritages they were born into.
//What a couple they make.\\ There they lay on the sodden floor making the disgusting muggle room radiate in their beauty. Before leaving Acerbus did two more things.
First he brandished two golden keys, Gringotts keys with their locked away fortunes. Second he whispered the words that would make both animate.
"Remember and awake Salazar Slytherin now Mortifer Snape and Rowena Ravenclaw now Drucilla.Snape."
And so they would.
****************************AUTHORS NOTE**********************************
Hey everyone! I am very very very sorry I haven't updated in such a long time, but I'm back now and I'll continue to update regularly. Well as long as I don't have my Professors breathing down my neck about more assignments and blah blah blah. Will school ever be over? Well anyways I'm sorry this chapter was short but I plan to make the next one rather interesting. Hehe and I haven't read the 5th book yet so I just continued from where I left off. Yes, I decided to get rid of Sirius, sort of since he's gone already. After I heard about his death I became too depressed to read the 5th book. Oh well.
-Ater
Summary: When all goes wrong in Harry's life he wishes he were never born. A normal life seems to be out of his league and the continuous jibes and lies thrown at him put him back at square one. But when Harry Potter gets a break the world suddenly hates him for it. HP/?? Slash!
"Fate is a sadistic mistress and we are her toys, Harry," He was told mournfully. "But when we do her bidding she rewards us, we have both served to her amusement, now it's time to be rewarded." Harry answered him slowly moving closer to chaste lips. "Fate rewards no one especially not sinners." he was gently pushed away. "Your lips are like sin, to touch is a sin." "Then we can sin together!" Harry cried out. (little snippet to get you interested!)
Rated: R
Disclaimer: I have nothing that would be worth suing me over, I own nothing in this story except for the plot and a few made up characters, so don't complain if I accidentally use some thing that's not mine.
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Chapter 3: Replicated
"Then we can sin together!" And the boy leapt up on his lap again. Determined arms snaked around his neck again and pale inexperienced lips finally came in contact with his.
They had sinned and Harry paid the price for it only moments after as a scream erupted from his already damaged voice chords. Privet Drive was woken up by his bellow and Sirius Black struggled to restrain the flailing young man as bright light started to envelope him and Acerbus' laugh echoed the room instead of just their minds.
//Alas! Gloom and Death will walk hand in hand again!\\
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Had he been Padfoot he would have howled in agony from the piercing wail Harry had begun to emit. But as a human Sirius panicked trying to hold onto the flailing young teen. Had he set off some kind of magical explosion within the boy? Was this what the young Gryffindor had been expecting?
The light shone so bright that he was afraid it would blind him but for fear of losing Harry he kept his eyes open. There was a ruckus at the door. Curses and shouts were muffled by the continuous yelling his godson still produced.
Perhaps there was no magical bomb, maybe the boy just went mad. Had he not been mad himself he would have thought so.
"It is an acquired madness one must have taste for Black. Do not confuse it with lunacy." The voice had been so close and so familiar that it had caused him to let go of the screaming boy and lash out at the figure standing behind him.
Thick black Death Eater robes and a ghastly face that could have been a mask moved closer to him until he took up the knife previously discarded and swung it like a wild beast.
"What's the matter Black? Don't recognize Death when you see him?" The man mocked and it took over a minute for Sirius to finally comprehend why the voice was so familiar.
"Acerbus." He croaked his voice hoarse. His long legs kicked at the figure while he still sat on the bare floor gathering the screaming bundle in his arms and glaring at the cloaked figure in defiance.
"You can't have him." He said shaking his head. "He's mine." Possessive arms circled the boy even though his skin was as hot as coals, so hot that he left burn marks on the older man's skin. There was something going on that he neither understood nor liked but as long as he kept Harry everything would be alright.
Black eyes glittered from beneath the hood and pale lips twisted into a sadistic smirk. "You hold onto the boy as if your very salvation depended on it." His smooth silky voice murmured.
"It does." Sirius replied, his eyes taken on a glazed shine. "He is my salvation."
"Indeed." Acerbus answered still ever as amused as before. "You'd do well to let go of his body, it is burning holes in your skin. There will not be a salvation for you if you are left a invalid."
Sirius looked down at the boy who had gone long still but his screams echoed on as his body was enveloped in a green light and his body floated slightly in his arms. Rivers of peach cream were running down his body and burnt ashes were mingling within it. The liquid was hot like molten lava and his skin looked like it was charring.
He touched the steaming peach substance seemingly fascinated with it and how it bubbled on Harry's body as if the skin itself was melting off of him. The wine dripping off his sizzling body gave the illusion of blood being drained from him. His fingertips were smarting from playing with the gunk, which spelled like burnt flesh.
Acerbus had yet to move from his spot of towering over the two. His age old eyes watched the pair with morbid enthrallment. These were not the actions between Harry Potter and Sirius Black. He had wondered about the resemblance and the familiar magical signature. He had thought it coincidence that Black masculine copy of his heir's love.
Could from a thousand years ago survive and be reborn into two unlikely people. Well, one unlikely person, the other very likely. He had found the perfect body and situation for his heir to be reborn in. Where else but into one of his descendants?
Fate must have played a handy role in this plot. //The meddling bitch.\\
If what he thought was true then he'd have to bring everything back along with Salazar's memories and body he'd have to bring her memories and body back. That meant a stronger silence charm and getting Black off of Salazar's new body.
As he spoke the very skin and muscle and blood began to dissolve off of Harry Potter's body. The tainted Snape blood gathered midair and began to purify leaving only accents of the former owner's mother's heritage. The process was painful and once Black noticed he was holding a bare skeleton that began to shape and reform to fit its ancestors design.
"W-what's happening?!" Sirius whispered frantically clutching his head hoping it was all a hallucination. "I-it's n-not real." He said quietly rocking back and forth. "ITS NOT REAL!" He screamed beating the ground as the bare bones became longer and the frame of the skeleton a little thicker and wider. The skull grew larger and of the teeth the canines grew longer and sharper. Something on the back began to form, near the blades. They were wings, large wings.
Soon the skeleton was bare no more and tissue, muscle, veins and organs began to form. A glorious new body began to develop, one that could not even compare to a Greek god in its perfection.
"Harry? What's happening to my Harry?"
Ever watchful Acerbus turned his glittering eyes onto the other man and beheld a wily smile. "He is Harry no more. He is my son, my little Salazar and I have upheld my promise to give him the life that was so unfairly stolen from him." He locked eyes with the other man's dark brown ones and his gaze looked into his very soul and for a moment he could see the intelligent ice blue eyes of Salazar's former lover.
"Since I was correct I'm afraid you'll suffer the same fate the boy did." Acerbus' lips quirked in amusement at Black's gaping expression. "I have been searching for you Rowena, I don't know how you escaped my notice but because I love my son, I too shall love you and my only punitive actions will be those of tonight's change.
As soon as he finished speaking Sirius felt something ripping through his heart and his mind. As if a rusty knife was cutting him to pieces and the fire that began to burn in his body wrenched a cry from his lips.
//Lord make this stop!\\ The most unimaginable torture was what he felt that moment. He was dying slowly and painfully. His skin bubbled and smoldered. It was so hot that his clothes burned off leaving his body bare and leaking. He heard nothing over his own screaming but the screeching of a woman's voice in his own head and at some point there was no 'him' but a 'her' as if the masculine part of his body melted off along with his skin.
Acerbus' voice was now a distant memory even as he now spoke to him. It seemed as if each word replayed in a memory.
"You should thank me. After all this mortal body held death in its future, and it was not a death from old age."
It wasn't until he was down to bare bones did he stop screaming as there was nothing to scream with.
As the formers body changed so did his. Sirius' body did not grow; however, it did shrink in height, width, mass and shape. Tissue, muscle, organs, veins and finally skin began to form revealing a distinctly female body.
Acerbus walked over to the first body, now complete and unbearably beautiful. The hair and nails had just grown out and the large wings sprouting from his back had grown large silky black feathers. Noting all the new features Acerbus experimentally ran a finger along the edges of the man's pointed ears. From them golden earrings began to appear upon his touch. Some hoops, others studs and a couple with dangling emeralds.
Tracing the aristocratic face he ran fingers over both closed eyes where a black ink thinly outlined the lids as it did one millennia ago, they were permanent markings that came with adulthood. The man's skin was bronzed like that of rich honey. It reflected the very heritage he hailed from despite his vampire nature, for unlike turned vampires he was a vampire born from the royal line; thus, able to keep the pigment in his skin and roam freely in the daylight.
//And the scar.\\ Acerbus thought fingering the right side of the man's face where a disfiguring scar placed malevolently by the man's enemy once stood. //Is gone.\\
His hands roamed the body and in their journey articles of ancient jewelry much finer than one would expect began to assume position over the man's skin. Some armlets fashioned like coiled snakes around his biceps, others jeweled rings and cuffs. Down at the man's waist a loin cloth appeared covering his genitals. Over it was a silk flap with thin golden chains at the edges that connected the back to the front leaving the sides bare save for the delicate chains, this reached mid thigh.
"Hmm.what am I missing?" He spoke allowed trying to find the omitted element. "Ahh!" He exclaimed and out of the folds of his robes extracted an ornate twelve inch athame. Placing it by one of the man's long fingered hands he then retrieved a small red stone from his robes. It was transparent and bright. If one looked close enough they would see the tiny golden flame and within that flame was a face. The face portrayed pure agony as if the very fires were burning away flesh. Just as bad the fires of hell were piercing through the poor soul within.
"Well Salazar," Acerbus said holding the stone up to the light and peering into the flame. "I do hope you don't screw up your second chance on earth." And the mysterious man threw the jewel up in the air where it fell and landed lightly on the man's chest. Upon contact with the familiar body the fire inside the jewel flared up and a silvery mist began to pour out of it and into the bronzed skin.
The red stone now lay useless and empty on the man's chest and the once motionless body began to show signs of life. His heart didn't start pumping as a mortal's would and neither did his chest rise and fall while his lungs took in air but behind his painted lids his there as movement.
The body was still very much empty without its memories, which still locked inside the silvery soul absorbed into the body, fought to be freed.
Leaving Salazar for a moment he approached the finished replica of Salazar's former lover. He studied the humanoid form with a critical eye for any flaws. Everything was as it was a thousand years ago.
Silvery hair, pale skin, lifting up one eyelid he discovered silver eyes. "Immortal yet oh so human." He whispered in half bitterness and half amusement. "The first civilized Veela," He said, "isn't that right Rowena Ravenclaw." Within moments an old fashioned Greek dress outfitted the female body. Soft blue slippers on her dainty feet matched it. A set of white gold earrings bearing diamonds were placed on her ears and along with a matching necklace, bracelets, and anklets. Replicating the long lost wand the woman used, Acerbus willed life into her body until the beating of her heart could be heard and the rising and falling of her chest could be seen.
Salazar Slytherin and Rowena Ravenclaw looked exactly as they had when they died but dressed in the clothes of the heritages they were born into.
//What a couple they make.\\ There they lay on the sodden floor making the disgusting muggle room radiate in their beauty. Before leaving Acerbus did two more things.
First he brandished two golden keys, Gringotts keys with their locked away fortunes. Second he whispered the words that would make both animate.
"Remember and awake Salazar Slytherin now Mortifer Snape and Rowena Ravenclaw now Drucilla.Snape."
And so they would.
****************************AUTHORS NOTE**********************************
Hey everyone! I am very very very sorry I haven't updated in such a long time, but I'm back now and I'll continue to update regularly. Well as long as I don't have my Professors breathing down my neck about more assignments and blah blah blah. Will school ever be over? Well anyways I'm sorry this chapter was short but I plan to make the next one rather interesting. Hehe and I haven't read the 5th book yet so I just continued from where I left off. Yes, I decided to get rid of Sirius, sort of since he's gone already. After I heard about his death I became too depressed to read the 5th book. Oh well.
-Ater
