Section: Harry Potter
Pairing: Voldemort/ Tom Riddle Jr. X Harry Potter
Genre: Romance/Supernatural
Summary: The summer after his fourth year Harry gets the memories and abilities of two different people who lived in different times. When he makes sense of them, he realizes that his life can never be easy.
Warning: Reincarnation, Slash, Incest, Necromancer! Seer! Harry, Mentions of Mpreg

Chapter Three

When Albus Dumbledore entered the Headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix, he was definitely not expecting what he saw. He stood frozen at the entrance of the kitchen, a bemused look on his face and half a foot across the threshold. The children consisting of the four youngest of the Weasley brood, Miss Granger and Mr. Longbottom – who had started to stay with them when Harry died as Albus had started to fear the young man's life since he had also been a candidate for the Prophecy – were sitting in a corner, chatting excitedly, more excitedly than usual at least. Remus and Molly were drinking tea silently in another corner, seeming slightly contemplative, though they did not miss sending disapproving glances at Sirius.

And – ah, yes – Sirius was sitting alone, staring into space. His expressions were changing quite drastically. He would frown, seem thoughtful before a slightly dopy grin lit his face and he would cackle. Then he would moan in apparent despair before it repeated all over again. Oh, dear. Maybe Sirius had finally snapped? After all, spending twelve years in Azkaban and then losing his godson. It was a wonder he had remained sane all those years. The poor boy. Maybe he should call Poppy?

As he watched Sirius giggle to himself – Albus had to admit that it was quite disturbing – he thought to himself that, yes, it would be a very good idea indeed.

He cleared his throat. Everyone jumped to attention and he had to smile. Oh, he had his minions well trained!

No, wait. Not minions. Subordinates and friends.

He had been overdosing on the lemon drops again. If Minerva knew, she would have his head on a platter! Right. Back to the matter at hand; the minions – ahem subordinates and friends.

"Albus!" Molly jumped to her feet before hurriedly making her way to him.

"Is everything alright here?"

"Ah, well," she twisted her hands. Before she could continue, a cry resounded from behind her.

"Albus!" cried Sirius as he jumped from his seat. "I've got a kid!"

For the first time in years, the Hogwarts Headmaster was rendered speechless. With his mouth agape, the old man stared at the younger man incomprehensively.

The stunned silence was interrupted by one of the twins as the rest of the children snickered, or muffled a giggle and a snort in Miss Granger and Mr. Longbottom's cases respectively. "Yeah! The old mutt impregnated some bird without him knowing!"

"Fred!" Molly cried, hands on her hips as she glared at her son.

"I'm not Fred, mum! I'm George!"

"George, then. You should know better than to talk like this!"

"Kidding, mum. I'm Fred."

Molly groaned. Albus was too busy staring at the grim animagus to really pay much attention to the twins' usual antics.

"Oh, dear," Albus murmured, stroking his beard. "Maybe it would be best of you tell me everything from the beginning?"

They all settled back down around the table and Remus started speaking, retelling the Headmaster what had happened and how they had found out about Sirius' child.

"We never really took the time before to look at the tapestry closely," he finally explained as he finished his retelling of the happenings of a few hours before. "If we had, maybe we would have noticed earlier."

"I see. What is the child's name, if I may ask?"

This time, it was Sirius who replied, "Hericles Callirrhoe Feim-Black!"

The old man's gaze sharpened and he asked carefully, "Are you certain?"

"Yes," Remus replied as he shared an uncertain and slightly worried look with the grim animagus. "Is something wrong, Albus?"

Said man hummed as he again stroked his long beard. "Not necessarily wrong per se." He paused before he continued his voice slightly contemplative, "well, you see, it is quite a coincidence, indeed. Not a few hours ago I received a missive from a certain Lord Feim, requesting to attend Hogwarts to complete his schooling."

"Lord Feim?"

"Yes, Lord Hericles Callirrhoe Feim."

"You mean he's going to go to Hogwarts?" Sirius asked, a slight hopeful glint in his eyes.

"He still needs to take his OWLs and we have to meet to determine his classes, but, yes, he will most likely go to Hogwarts."

"Take his OWLs?" Miss Granger frowned from where she sat among the other teenagers. "How old is he? In what year is he going to be in?

"More importantly," Remus interjected gently. "You called him 'Lord'. What about his mother? The only Feim I know is Maricela Feim, that Ravenclaw girl who was a couple of years below ours or something. She was the last Feim, if I remember correctly. Should she not be Lady Feim, then? That is, until Hericles' seventeenth birthday…?"

"Ah. I am unsure, but since the child is Lord already, and since he is the one who has sent me the letter, I believe, as regretful as it is, that young Miss Maricela is no longer among us."

"So Mari's dead?" Sirius frowned, unsure of how to feel. He had not really known the girl. Like many others, she had only been a fling to him, but he could still remember her pretty green eyes and her long brown hair. She had been quite pretty but what had really attracted him at first had been the solemn air around her. She sometimes acted like she was out of the world, like she did not truly belong. In a way, he felt guilty that he had impregnated her all those years ago. He had not even been there to help her. She should have been so scared; maybe that was why she had disappeared so suddenly a couple of months after the last time he had seen her. But if he thought about it, then –

"The kid must be seventeen, I think," he mused aloud. Everyone turned to him, slightly surprised. "What?"

"How do you know that?" Ronald asked, raising a sceptical eyebrow at the grim animagus.

Sirius huffed, glaring. "Well, the last time I saw Mari was a little less than eighteen years ago I think. So the kid must be seventeen or something."

"You still remember the last time you slept with her?" Remus asked, staring amusedly at his friend who puffed in indignation. "Last I checked you cared less about who jumped in bed with you as long as they did."

"She was more remarkable than the others, okay?" the Black glared, crossing his arms.

"Oh, yeah? How so?" Fred, or George, leered at him.

"George!" Molly scolded. As the twin opened his mouth to, most likely, refute his name, the Weasley matriarch glared. His mouth fell shut with a snap. Never underestimate the power of a mommy weasel. Sirius grinned and wagged his eyebrows at him suggestively. "Sirius Black!" the woman turned on him and he could only shrink on himself with a 'meep!'

Remus turned back to the Headmaster, who had gotten a lemon drop out of nowhere and was sucking on it, and asked, completely ignoring the drama taking place behind him, "you said you're going to meet him, Albus?" Everyone immediately quieted down behind him; Sirius perked up, spun around, nearly giving himself whiplash, and stared at the old man with creepy wide eyes.

"I'm going with you!" he cried out quickly.

"I am afraid that is not possible, my boy," the old man replied, turning twinkling blue eyes towards him.

"Why not?" asked Sirius, a slight whine in his voice. "That's my kid!"

"Ah. But the child does not know that you are not a mass murderer, now, does he?" Sirius deflated with a soft 'oh…'

Remus, not liking to see his friend so down after finally bringing back some life in him, asked, "would it be possible for him to go as Snuffles? He may not be able to talk to him but he can still meet his son. Maybe you can even explain to him about Sirius' innocence?"

The old Headmaster considered the option while Sirius practically burned him with his hopeful eyes. "It is not a bad idea, my boy. After all, who am I to keep someone from their own child?" Then he turned stern eyes towards the now bouncing Black, "Do not transform in front of him though. We are not even sure if the young man knows that you are his father."

Sirius saluted cheekily. "Yes, sir!"

The teenagers cheered for their friend and Albus, and even Molly, could not help but smile.

He shifted on the bed and opened his eyes. A naked chest greeted him and he looked up to find his lover, and brother, sleeping peacefully. It was so rare for Salazar to stay for the night. Usually he would always leave as soon as they were done. If the older man fell asleep before he could leave and found himself waking up beside his brother, he would usually be in a foul mood for a few days and it would be weeks before he went to the younger man again.

Hericles closed his eyes and savoured the moment. He knew that no sooner his brother woke up than everything would come crashing down again. In moments like those he could pretend that they were in a real relationship and that Salazar did love him after all.

He curled up into the older man's side and rested his head on his chest, right over his heart. The 'thump thump thump' sounds relaxed him and a few minutes later he felt drowsy and ready to fall back asleep. As he felt his brother stir he became wide awake again but kept pretending to still be asleep. He knew that the man was usually in a better mood if Hericles was not awake to see him leave. His breathing remained slow and even, and he kept his body relax and slack, even when the other gently pushed him back on the mattress.

Hericles felt Salazar leave the bed and moments later, the rustling of clothes told him that his brother was getting dressed. A few minutes later, he heard the other shift around the room before he stopped in front of the bed. It took all his training in Occlumency – the little that he had – to keep up the image of being asleep. He nearly ruined it all when he felt a pair of lips brush against his temple. A few moments of silence later, he heard Salazar leave the bedroom.

His eyes snapped open and Hericles released a shaky breathe. As his fingers brushed against the spot Salazar's lips had been, he could not help but think that it was during moments like these that he was unsure about his brother's feelings.

He curled up under the covers and let a few tears escape. His heart felt heavy in his chest.

"…ster. Young master, wake up," a voice called and Hericles stirred. Opening his eyes, he blinked and saw Xanthus staring down at him. "It is time for tea, young master."

Hericles blinked again and shifted in his seat, straightening and catching the book that nearly fell from his lap. He was sitting at a small garden table in the gardens of his home. He had been reading a very interesting book on runes when he had fallen asleep. As Xanthus poured him a cup of tea and placed some scones in front of him, Hericles stared at the trees a few ways away from him - the forest's edge – lost in thought. He thought back on the dream he had just had, or more like the memory.

He remembered clearly the feeling of lost and longing he had felt almost constantly in his life as Hericles Slytherin and wondered if he would ever be able to go through that again if his beloved rejected him. Though he was a Seer and he had Seen that they would be together again, he could not help but be slightly apprehensive. He had been rejected enough once and he really did not wish to go through that again. It would be an understatement to say that it had been painful.

"Are you alright, young master?"

Hericles blinked and looked up at Xanthus to find the shadow shifter look at him in worry. He smiled, his eyes glinting slightly in melancholy. "I am," he replied simply. Xanthus stared at him some more before he turned back to the food trolley beside him. Hericles was grateful that the shifter had not persisted; he knew Hericles well enough to know when to leave him to his thoughts.

"Miss Amalthea has returned from her trip and she has brought with her a letter."

"Oh?" Hericles straightened and waited for the shifter to elaborate. Amalthea was actually Hedwig; Death had known that he would have been unable to leave Hegwig who had been his first friend and gift in this life; thus, the entity had changed the owl – as he had done to Hericles – to an eagle owl. She was no longer the beautiful snowy owl she had once been but she was till the same: regal, loyal and a secret mother hen.

"Mr. Dumbledore is not opposed to having the young master at Hogwarts. If sir wishes to start his NEWTs years, then sir needs to take the OWLs during the following weeks at the Ministry and if the young master wishes to join the seventh years, you shall need to take some other tests from the Professors of each subject sir shall take."

Hericles hummed and sipped his tea. "Bring me some parchment, a quill and some ink. And send a letter to the Ministry to ask for the OWLs."

"Which subject does the young master wish to test on?"

"Astronomy, Charms, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Herbology, History of Magic, Potions, Transfiguration, Ancient Runes, Arithmancy and Care of Magical Creatures."

"No Divination and Muggle Studies?" Xanthus asked from where he was noting down the subjects on a piece of parchment.

"No," Hericles replied simply, accepting the parchment, quill and pot of ink from the shifter.

"It shall be sent at the earliest convenience."

Hericles nodded as he finished his letter to be sent to the Headmaster. With a sigh, he turned back to his tea. The next few weeks were going to prove to be quite busy and exhausting.

Note: English is my second language. If it is not to your liking then I apologize but do keep in mind that I try to do my best.

Thank you for reading and do leave behind a review to tell me your thoughts.

On another note, Sirius doubts about having a child and being a father (good or bad) will appear in the next chapter when it all comes crashing down when Dumbledore goes to meet Hericles for the first time.

Also, his name is Hericles and not Heracles. I wanted to make it seem like this, 1st 'Hericles' - 2nd 'Heri' - 3rd 'Harry' It is pronounced hey-ree, all three of them, except written differently - in the case of 'Heri' and 'Harry' - and the first with '-cles' at the end. I wanted to show the similarity as they are the same person but at different times.

'Feim' is actually a group of letters I have put together randomly, and is not actually a real name.

Thank you again for reading.