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 Five

"I told you to go see Helga!" an angry yell echoed through the bedroom as its two occupants glared at each other. The one who had yelled stood tall and powerful, looming over the much smaller figure who did not cower in fear but glared right back at him with anger. A certain part of Salazar's mind noticed how the luminescent green eyes had got back a bit of the light that had dimmed during the years.

"And I told you I am fine!" the petit figure yelled back. "It is not like you really care anyway! All you care about is that I am healthy enough to warm your bed!"

Salazar hissed, almost slipping into parseltongue, and backhanded the other. The smaller man gasped and stumbled back, a shaky hand flying to his quickly reddening cheek. As green eyes stared at him in shock, hurt and betrayal, Salazar felt slight guilt at laying a hand on his brother and secret lover in such a manner for the first time but he quickly buried it behind impenetrable barriers in his mind. It was not the time for such pointless feelings.

"Do not talk to me so disrespectfully," he hissed, his own green eyes flashing red as his magic cackled. Instead of cowering and apologizing profusely like so many others would have done in this situation, Hericles, his lover, straightened and intensified his glare.

"Make me," he growled.

With another hiss, Salazar shot a diagnostic spell at Hericles, taking the other by surprise. Helga had made sure they all knew a variety of diagnostic and healing spells in case they were hurt and she was inaccessible. And with the mundanes becoming fanatical in their search to destroy the magicals, it was the least they could do if they wished to survive.

When a violet glow surrounded Hericles' abdomen, he paled. He vaguely registered his brother stiffening in surprise. His heart beat violently in his chest and he could not help staring, transfixed at the glowing light. As a small shaking hand appeared in his line of vision and tenderly covered the clothed abdomen, something snapped in Salazar. No. He could not let such a thing to happen. It would be best to cut it at the bud, before Hericles got attached.

"We are getting rid of it," he announced with finality. His companion's head snapped up and wide green eyes stared at him with horror.

"No… No… No!" Hericles wrapped his arms protectively around his abdomen and backed away into the wall behind him. "You have no right to do that!"

"I have every right! Unless you tell me this child is not mine."

"You know you are the only one," the other said softly, his voice low and mournful.

"Then get rid of it!" he screamed. "Get rid of this abomination!"

"It is not an abomination! It is my baby!" the other screamed right back, his beautiful green eyes tearing up.

"If you do not wish to do it," he murmured hatefully. "Then I shall do it myself." Before his brother could react, he shot another spell at Hericles that made him scream as he crumbled to the floor. Blood spread like a puddle from his behind and a sob tore painfully from his throat. Salazar sneered. "Clean yourself up and be ready for dinner. I do not wish for the others to think that there is anything wrong with you."

With that he stalked out of the room, trying to keep the distraught, heartbroken and crestfallen eyes from his mind. A sorrowful cry ran in the room behind him, cut off only when Salazar shut the door behind him.

A lone figure sat up suddenly in a large king-sized bed. A hand with long spidery fingers and unhealthily pale skin grabbed a bald head while the owner let out an inhuman hiss. With a yell of fury and confusion, he stood from the bed and sent a blasting spell to the opposite wall. A large black snake that had been snoozing in front of the hearth let a surprised hiss and reared up.

"::What isss it, Massster?::" it hissed as it swayed in its place on the carpet.

"::Quiet!::" the disfigured man hissed back as he began pacing. Knowing when not to provoke her master, Nagini, the snake settled back on the carpet, keeping a wary eye on the man. Said man hissed quietly to himself in frustration and silent fury, feelings that had followed him to the waking world.

Voldemort, the Dark Lord, could not keep those feelings from attacking him. Those dreams had been happening since that fateful day in the courtyard when he had been resurrected using his enemy's blood. Since he had touched that blasted boy they had started. At first they had been brief, blurry and disjointed. But then they started happening more often, whether he was asleep or not, and became clearer.

At least he started to understand a little of what he was seeing. It would seem like he was seeing parts of Salazar Slytherin's life. At first he had been sceptical. After all, it could all be hallucinations or an after effect of his obsessions with his ancestor. But then he had started doing his own research on the Founder's life and saw that many of the happenings in his dreams and visions coincided with recorded facts. Now he was only annoyed as they disturbed his work, though he still did not know why he was seeing them. He was starting to get affected by the many feelings the man felt in each dream and vision.

There was also the fact that the man's brother and secret lover (and that had been a surprise to say the least when he had first learned of it) reminded him of his own once lover. All those years he had been able to lock all his memories of the now deceased man in a far corner of his mind. Even after mutilating his soul, he still felt pain at the mere thought of the man. And now after all those years of burying him away, he got reminded of him every day. It weighted down on his temper and he was getting more volatile as time went by.

With another frustrated shout, he stormed out of his bedroom. It was time to plan a raid. Hopefully it would keep his mind away from all those sinful thoughts, if for a little while.

Giggles and laughter sounded and Hericles could not help smiling as he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, the salty air of the sea filling his lungs. He was going to miss the Sanctuary. It had become his home during his stay. After all Death had made it for him and he did not think he would ever find a place to compliment him to such an extent. Not even Hogwarts could ever compare.

"Harry!" a voice called. Opening his eyes, he let out a laugh when he saw Sera waving madly at him, her beautiful blue scaly tail splashing water behind her. "Come join us!" Her sisters and the other sirens joined her and they all called to him. Hericles laughed and shook his head.

"Sorry, I cannot. I need to go anyway if I wish not to be late," he called back as he hopped from his seat on the big rock. Hopping on the smaller rocks so as not to get wet, he soon reached the beach and waved back to the beautiful sirens who all looked quite disappointed. "Another time, I promise!"

With that he hurriedly made his way to the forest, encountering a few other magical creatures that all called out to him in greeting, before reaching his manor.

"There you are, young master." Xanthus was coming from the side of the manor. He seemed to have been searching for him for a little while. "It is time to leave." Hericles nodded and they made their way to the only room with the floo connection, the drawing room. They floo'ed to The Three Broomsticks, Xanthus going first and catching Hericles as he stumbled out of the fireplace. Even after all these years he still could not get used that means of transport. Even in his life as Heri Black, he had never really been able to use the floo without falling on his face if someone did not catch him. At least in his first life he never had to use it since it had not been invented yet. They had been using horses and carriages to get anywhere.

From Hogsmead, the two walked up to the castle of Hogwarts where they were met at the gate by a certain Transfiguration Professor, who greeted them with pursed lips and a stern nod.

"Welcome to Hogwarts," said she as she directed them to Hericles' first test to determine his place at the school. "Hopefully we shall be seeing you more often if everything goes right." As they walked through the grounds and then halls of Hogwarts, Hericles let himself be washed by the magic of the place. There were still lingering magic from the Founders, as faint as they had become after the years.

He could find all sorts of details with new eyes; as he walked through the entrance hall, he remembered running with Helena, Rowena's little girl, during the Winter Solstice, after the child had pushed him into a pile of snow; as they walked in front of a corridor that let off to the dungeons, he remembered following Helga to the kitchens, laughing about something silly Godric had done a couple of minutes prior; and as they walked by what seemed to be a normal wall, he remembered the day Salazar had pinned him there and kissed him so hard he had needed to heal him quickly before they had rushed to Hericles' rooms to spend the night.

McGonagall told him a few facts about Hogwarts, but Hericles was listening only with half an ear. He let his emotions go wild in his mind as he remembered memories that felt bittersweet. But he also remembered his time as Heri Black, when he would walk those same halls, accompanied by his classmates, friends, cousins or even accompanied by his soul mate.

"There we are, Mr. Feim," McGonagall said as she opened a door. "This is the Charms classroom and where you will take all of your tests, except for Potions. Professor Flitwick will be here shortly. When you are done, I shall escort you back to the gates." Then she turned to Xanthus who had been following silently like the loyal, eternal shadow that he was. "I am afraid you won't be able to follow Mr. Feim further."

Xanthus bowed his head. "That is alright, Madam. I shall wait outside here for the young master."

"Are you sure?" she raised an eyebrow at him. "I can direct you to the staff room where you can have some tea and something to eat while waiting."

"Though I am grateful for the suggestion, I will have to refuse. I would prefer to be close by in case the young master needs me."

The professor sighed but did not insist. She knew, from Albus, that the man was quite protective of the young Feim since he had practically raised him. Though it was surprising to find a servant so faithful and devoted to one's master, all she could do was accept. Nowadays it was rare for wizards and witches to have human servants. They all preferred to have house elves do their biddings. The dynamics between the two was also quite surprising. Xanthus was so loyal it reminded her of a dog and the young Feim did not seem bothered by it at all. Well he had been brought up living like this so of course he would not be. At least he did not seem arrogant and self-centered.

With a final nod at the two, she turned on her heels and left.

Hericles had been given two weeks to prepare for the tests by the Hogwarts Professors, but since there was not enough time again as the Professors also needed to prepare their schedules for the new school year, his six subjects were going to be taken in three days. On that day he was to be tested on Charms, both on the practical and the theory. Then, he would be given a small break and in the afternoon he would be tested on Potions.

Just as he was looking around the classroom he had not seen in two years, the diminutive Charms professor entered the room and smiled cheerfully at him.

"Hello!" exclaimed he. "You must be Mr. Feim. I am Professor Flitwick, the Charms Professor. Shall we proceed?"

With Xanthus waiting outside the door, Hericles morning was spent answering a few questions on a piece of parchments before the half-goblin asked him to demonstrate a few charms, going from first year to the upper years.

When they finished, the Professor was practically bouncing where he was standing in excitement. Like he had predicted, Hericles had done well, if not perfect, in the tests. Well, it was the least he could do. If he had done badly, he would have felt embarrassed with all his knowledge from all his years learning magic, either from his previous lives or his current one.

One of six was done. Now to the rest.

When the Headmaster had informed the Hogwarts Professors of a potential new student, Severus Snape had been annoyed. Not only did he have to fulfill his duties as spy for the Order, he also had to act as the faithful dark follower and prepare for the new school year. He had no time to really rest. He had thought that he would be able to get a few potions brewed for his personal store after he was done with what was needed for the Hospital Wing but with the preparations for the new student he would barely have enough time for one potion.

Thus, it was understandable that on the day he was to give the boy the test he had meticulously prepared he was in a particularly bad mood. He swept through the empty halls, his cloak billowing impressively behind him, as he made his way to the staff room where the… guests were having lunch.

A sneer pulled at his lips. The boy could not even come alone; he had to come accompanied by a servant. What an arrogant spoilt brat. With an inward shudder of disgust, Severus prepared himself for another Draco Malfoy. At least his godson knew not to act like a brat with him…

When he entered the staff room, he found two unfamiliar individuals sharing tea with Minerva and Filius. The older of the two was standing behind his companion's chair, back straight and hands clasped in his back. The man was dressed like a butler from the Victorian era. His black hair was swept neatly to the side and his face was blanked from emotions, though his brown eyes warmed as they gazed down at the young man sitting in front of him.

Said young man was sitting opposite both Minerva and Filius, back straight, right leg crossed elegantly over his left knee. One dainty held a cup of tea while the other was resting gracefully on his lap. He was dressed in a full-bodied black robe with green linings. Long black hair was pulled into a neat braid that reached the young man's lower back. For someone his age, he seemed surprisingly well poised.

The first one to see him was the man in the butler suit, followed quickly by the young unknown young potential student. When luminescent green eyes locked with his, Severus drew in a sharp breath. If he was any lesser man, he knew that he would be trembling at the intensity those bejeweled eyes held. It was as if his soul was being laid bare in front of the young child not even out of his teenage years. Amazingly he did not feel judged but he instead felt like all his secrets, his past, present and future were being presented to that ethereal boy – for he was only a boy – who just accepted him.

With all the self-control he had accumulated during the years, Severus raised an eyebrow, not showing just how unsettled he had felt. By the knowing look in the child's eyes, it would seem like it had no effect on him.

With clenched jaws, he snapped, "Mr. Feim, then? Well, what are you waiting for, boy? Follow me. I have better things to do than to waste my time waiting for you."

"Professor Snape!" Minerva scolded. Severus merely shot her a scathing look. She did not even seem fazed. It would seem like after nearly two decades of working together she was getting used to him and his dark looks. Pity.

The man, whom Severus knew was the servant, helped the younger man to his feet. It almost made him raise a bemused eyebrow. It seemed to him more like what would be done to a lady, not to some teenage boy. Well, whatever floats their boat, like the muggles said.

As the both of them made to follow him, Severus sneered. "I believe I asked only Mr. Feim to follow me and not his dog."

"Severus!" Minerva cried in outrage as Filius gave him a disapproving look. The man again ignored them. If anything, the other two actually seemed amused.

"Of course, sir. Apologies." The voice was soft and light on the ears. It was pleasant to hear and reminded Severus a little of the few time he had heard Fawkes sing. Similarly he felt himself relax. Since when could a wizard's voice have such an effect? There was nothing magical with it. It seemed like it was actually the boy's voice itself that was so pleasant. Of course it was fitting that such an unearthly creature to have such an otherworldly voice.

Without bidding his colleagues farewell, the Potions Master turned on his heels and swept back down to the dungeons. If he was not a spy, he would have thought the Feim was not following him by how light his steps were. He would have made a good spy.

At the end of the day, Severus nursed a glass of brandy, still somewhat dazed. The test had gone really well. In fact Severus was positive the young Mr. Feim had aced it with minimum error, if there was any. His theoretical knowledge of potions was astounding for someone his age. Severus reminded himself that the boy had been homeschooled so he had enough time to harness his individual knowledge. His practical knowledge was excellent but Severus did not think that the child had the wish to become a Potions Master. What with his talent it would not be too difficult but Hericles Feim did not seem particularly interested in potions beyond, maybe, a hobby.

What a loss of talent.

What surprised him even more though was the fact that the boy was actually far from arrogant. During the short time they had spent together while the boy took his test, Hericles Feim showed him respect and even slight admiration for Severus' own Potions prowess. The young man was soft spoken and quiet. He did not have a heavy overwhelming presence like Dumbledore; his presence was more subtle and actually made the severe man feel a little less tense than he usually felt. Not to say that the boy was any less powerful. Severus was not an idiot. Though it was subtle, Severus could feel the power behind the seemingly delicate and fragile figure.

Severus secretly hoped to have the Feim boy in his House, even for only a year.

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