Dark Illusions

chapter three

This contains slash in the near future

(An: Also so everyone knows, yes Harry is short but not at all that short that he truly in the height of an eleven year old. Actually he's more the height of a thirteen year old, the Jadestones are just idiotsI have taken all the reviews I got and have decided that I will just have to make this a slash. Mostly because I feel like it, and also because…no just because I feel like it.)

Harry could here the breathing of the older man sliding against his neck. He debated opening his eyes, but decided to wait a little longer. Maybe if he prayed hard enough he'd open his eyes to find it all to be a dream.

"So are you going to pretend to sleep or open your eyes?"

An amused Salazar asked the boy who lived. Harry scowled his eyes still closed. 'Damn, I knew that wouldn't work.' He grumbled in his head as his eyes slid open to look at former dark wizard.

Harry stared at him. And stared. And stared, "Gah! Put some clothes on you fiend!" Harry shouted throwing his arms over his eyes.

Salazar tilted his head curiously, "Now why would I want to do that."

Harry whimpered in all his innocence. "Dear Merlin protect this innocent!" He screamed blushing furiously. "Why are you in my bed naked?"

Salazar shrugged. "I got hot last night."

Harry coughed. "Then why didn't you just sleep on the floor or something!"

Salazar stood from the bed and stretched his arms up. "Ahhh! You were a good cuddle."

Harry blinked a few time trying to comprehend this statement. "You snuggled me naked in bed through the whole night."

"Well no, I was molesting you for an hour as well."

"What!"

Salazar cringed, "I was kidding not so loud, be glad we're to high up for the rest of the house to hear you."

As Harry groaned and closed his eye and fell back on the bad, Salazar knew he couldn't tell the green eyed boy that he was in fact not kidding, ever.

Harry just knew he stumbled in on something over his head.

Such is life.

Harry tried to forceout of his mindthe fact the Salazar Slytherin was gazing at him as he rummaged through the closet full of clothes. He picked through each of the items in his closet but could not for the life of him find anything good to wear.

This extracted a very painful groan from the teenager as he found something new to add to the list of things that screwed his life. He closed his eyes and reached in for a shirt and jeans and hoped they would do. Lucky for his they matched, and o his surprise looked newer than any of the other items in his closet. 'I must have never worn this before.' he thought to himself as he walked across the hall into the bathroom to dress. He didn't see the smirk that set of Salazar's face as he left. Not that Salazar would have wanted him to, he didn't want the boy to think he had something to do with the clothes in he closet. Not that he did of course. Salazar Slytherin was not nice, but decidedly not quite evil either.

As Harry buttoned his pants up and failed to notice that they fit perfect, or the shirt he wore was not three sizes too big, he began to ponder on what he would wish for.

"To stop Voldemort, no not only was it against the rules, but it was felt like he'd be cheating life like that.

Maybe something stupid like a life time supply of chocolate frogs, he'd be such an addict, or maybe a cure for cancer, or the common cold. H had so many options to choose from, however nothing really appealed to him.

You see Harry was a full of morals and such, and having already had the use of magic at his beck and call, he saw no reason as to why he would have to ask all that much from Salazar, so trivial things did not appeal.

Also the thought to tell Dumbledore was largely in him mind, yet he would not pursue it, knowing the old man would use Salazar in someway to get to Voldemort, and Harry being a pawn himself knew he rather not give a chess piece to Dumbledore at all.

That was when he realized the use of Salazar Slytherin. Voldemort. He would not have Salazar kill him, but help Harry do so. The Genie was his on way ticket to training this summer and he would not let the chance pass over him.

He walked out of the bathroom and back to his room. Where Salazar sat waiting for him on his bed. "Come on then."

Salazar perked up. "You have another wish."

Harry nodded. 'actually it's more of a command, but we can get to that later, right now I need food, and you might as well…do you even need to eat.'

Salazar glared, "Though I may have lived without it for a while I can assure you that I do in fact need to eat I am human."

Harry rolled his eyes as he walked down the hall Salazar in tow. He debated taking the elevator, but with a genie and a wand he felt lazy enough, would take any chance he got to work harder than necessary.

Lost in his thoughts, he tripped over the two steps in the hall and banged his shin on the top lip. "I'd wish I were less clumsy…" he hissed with pain.

With sigh he heaved himself up and continued to the kitchen to get ready for his firs real day here.

Salazar followed after him, muttering a soft as you wish.

Dudley looked up from the breakfast tanbled as he heard the kitchen door slam open and his cousin stepped into the room with a rather disgruntled sort of expression. He glared at the boy in his head.

'That pompous moron, thinking he was so great, I'll show him, maybe if I embarrass him in front of he Jadestones they would hate him as much as I do. He is a freak after all…He's a freak because…because…damn I forgot why he was a freak.'

So with Dudley's high intelligence level the fat lard devised a devious brilliant and the best plane for humiliation his iq could muster. He stuck his foot out to trip the boy.

It's actually kind of sad. But you have to understand, that we can not blame him. The way a child turns out has a fifty percent chance having to do with the way a parent raises him. And Vernon and petunia Dursley raised Dudley he only way they wanted Spoiled, and stupid.

Dudley looked around the kitchen and saw that everyone was in fact here, which would make Harry's humiliation much more enjoyable.

He watched as his cousin walked no floated on his foot, without tripping or tumbling. In fact the other boy felt like nothing as he stepped on Dudley's foot and walked on. Dudley blinked in surprise. 'must be another freak thing.' He dismissed.

Harry, was not known to fall to such obvious tricks, and he did indeed know the exact moment he walked on his cousins foot, and was far more than surprised that he did not fall flat on his face.

Actually he felt like he had stepped on air actually he still felt like he was on air. 'How the…'

Harry gracefully sat down in the chair he had preoccupied last night. He turned to Salazar with burning curiosity in his eyes. Harry was, as I told you no means stupid, so he knew that his accidental wish on the stairs ha something to do with his sudden grace.

He graced a smirking (I swear does he have an other facial expressions) Salazar with a questioning glance, not wanting to ask him directly knowing it would look awkward if he began to talk to him self.

Salazar caught on quickly. "Well you wished not to be so clumsy, so I gave you the grace of he elves."

Harry coughed to cover up his yelp of surprise. He looked up at the table to note everyone staring at him. "Oh, sorry getting a cold."

Lacy stood with concern and began to fuss over him like a mother would a crying baby.

As she did this Salazar continued on. "And besides it suited you. You may not be tall ranging about 5' 7", but you have the other quality of an elf any how. Perfect face long hair beautiful eyes…"

Harry blushed as Salazar continue on listing things about Harry's perfection.

Lacy rubbed his back. "Oh honey are you getting a fever you seem flushed.

"…Why I bet these mundane muggles have never seen you with out glasses…"

Harry's eyebrows furrowed. That was actually true, in a way. The muggles had not seen him without glasses for years. Speaking of appearances.

"Oh, Lacy it's awful; really I think I caught the cold from my useless pajamas. You see, my uncle ran into some very bad business with some mafia guy named Malone. He lost us thousands, so we had to cut back a lot. But don't blame him Mr., Malone played a rather nasty trick on my uncle. And I being as nice as I could, I donated all my clothes to be sold and now I haven't much to wear at night."

John shook his head. "That just will not do my boy, why don't I take you to the mall, it's only an hours drive."

Vernon was fizzling with anger. "Now you don't have to do…"

"Nonsense." Cut in lacy, "We insist, you might as well take Dudley here as well, a boy his age should not have to wear such ridiculous bow ties, he reminds me of that American character peewee Herman only quite larger." She announced as she fussed over Harry again.

Aunt Petunia looked as if a lemon was lodged into her mouth as the woman criticized the fashions she picked out for Dudley herself. But held her tongue and instead chose to glare at Harry who was covering his mouth once again to keep from laughing. How he loved having an over active imagination.

Salazar watched the proceedings amused. "Interesting." 'it seems that my little Gryffindor has a little Slytherin to him as well. My scheming little Gryffindor.

Jack stood and pushed in his chair. "Ok everyone be ready in an hour we'll leave for the mall then."

Harry settled down into the library to read, he would pass the hour that way.

Harry turned the pages of a fictional novel he found enjoyable, enjoying his slight escape from the world.

Salazar listened as the pages turned in pattern. He was bored and he needed a conversation desperately. "Boy?"

Harry continued reading absorbed in his book.

"Boy?" Came another agitated attempt.

"Boy!" Salazar shouted when he was ignored.

Harry snapped the book shut in irritation. "What?"

Salazar glared. "Medusa! You and the stupid book, why are you so mesmerized when you read?"

Harry sighed. "It's complicated."

"I have time."

"A good story is like a play it takes you away from all bothers in life and whisks you into it's pages. Through its word you imagine yourself just being one of the characters and live as such. Its your escape from reality.

Salazar contemplated this. So you fall into a story to escape your own?. You coward."

Harry gapped. "What!"

"A story is your escape because you fear what you must face. You fear your fate so you run from it. But soon reality will be what you can no longer run from.'

Why should I face I, what has reality got for me, I enjoy my reality why reject it."

Salazar snorted. "I don't reject your reality I just substitute it for my own."

"So what would be the difference between fiction and reality?" He said sadly as he glanced at his watch. It was time to leave anyway.

Salazar picked the forgotten book off the table. "Fiction makes more sense."

Harry had finally gotten the short end of the stick when he was forced to drive to the mall in the Dursley's car, as they trailed the Jadestones. Though none talked to him, he still felt uncomfortable. Mostly because the Dursley's car only seated four, two in the from and two in the back. This would mean that Harry would have to sit on Salazar's lap. Not that Slytherin protested much. However the almighty Slytherin wished the boy would stop wiggling every three seconds.

Salazar leaned forward and whispered in the boy's ear. "Your family can not see me, you have a blanket covering your hovering ass, however I will give us away somehow if you don't stop moving."

Harry glared. "oh and why would you do that."

"Because you giving me a very big problem."

Harry gapped as he realized what the man meant. "You are big pervert, is that the only thing you ever think about and stop telling me what to do. I don't understand you at all." Harry snapped.

"It's a control freak thing I wouldn't let you understand." Salazar retorted cheekily earning him a wiggle.

They arrived at the mall five minutes after two, giving them plenty of time to do their shopping. When the Jadestone suggested they all split up however Harry made an excuse to go to the bathroom. The minute their back were turned Harry snuck away to do his shopping on his own.

(Ok I'm skipping all the trying on clothes and stuff, because all the fics I read where Harry goes shopping usually end up being stupid and unimportant also slightly annoying, for those who are disappointed for now on I'll just give a description of what he is wearing before in the chapters to follow)

Harry stopped by once at a khaki store but almost threw up reminded of how mush it reminded him of Malfoy. (No offense I wear this stuff as well)

So most of the clothes he purchased ended up being dark and punk like. (I also wear this most of the time. Damn I wear whatever the hell I feel like wearing actually.)

In the end Harry took a seat in the food court and waited for the jadestones to walk by and notice him. But it did take a while. Of which Salazar got really bored.

"Salazar I understand you bored."

"Yeah?"

"And I understand you want something to do. However…"

"Huh?"

"Stop blowing the skirts up on women! It's rude and perverted!"

"How I'm not interested in women."

Salazar walked up to his latest victim and yanked down her under wear for good measure.

"Then what's the fun in being invisible."

Harry grumbled to himself about the stupidity.

Harry looked at the ball in his hand queerly. "Why am I out here too."

Harry sighed. "Two reasons, you can't really stray to far from me, and Jack wanted to play some ball. I think he's making up for lost time from his never going to have son."

Salazar watched as Harry casually threw the ball to jack who caught it happily and tossed it back, then at the bucket of balls that lay at Harry sighed. He grinned in happiness, as he directed the next ball Harry threw way over Jack head.

Jack gasped. "What an arm!" Harry raised an eye brow at the other wizard.

Salazar grabbed the bucket and approached jock slowly, he then began to toss all the ball at his head. That all bounced off and he'd pick them up to throw again.

Harry snorted. "Twisted sense of humor, but I guess since I find it funny as well I have a twisted sense of humor as well."

Harry shook his head before approaching the pair intent on helping Jack.

"Salazar! Stop throwing the balls at Jacks head."

"It's not my fault he can't catch them."

"He can't see you throwing them!"

Harry snapped angrily, though he was mostly amused with the othr antics.

Hi everyone, I don't have a word preview for next Chapter ready and it's late so I'll just tell you some things that happen. Salazar drives, Harry comes by a knew look very knew, and they both learn the trouble of foot ball…or soccer what ever. Also they realize staying out of the war is impossible.

Namaco(inspirationalisn'tit)