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 Six

That morning at Grimmauld Place was particularly busy. The whole week Mrs. Weasley forced everyone in helping to clean the house for their guest. They were putting the finishing touches when the fireplace flared as the Hogwarts Headmaster stepped through.

"Oh, Albus! Good morning," Molly greeted.

"Hello, my dear," the old man smiled genially.

"Albus!" Sirius exclaimed as he skidded into the room. "Are you going to get him?" There was no doubt in anyone's mind who the 'him' was. Sirius had practically been singing his son's praises the moment he had returned from meeting him that one day in Diagon Alley. And he had only met the poor boy for a couple of hours during which he had not even addressed him himself.

"Padfoot," Remus sighed in exasperation as he shook his head fondly, joining the others in the room.

"Ah, I am afraid I will not be able to do it myself," Albus said. "I do not have much time, and I was wondering if Remus will be able to go in my place?"

"Of course I will Albus," the man replied. "But how will he even know?"

"I have already informed him that someone else will meet him in my place and that he will know when he sees Snuffles." With that everyone turned to stare at Sirius who looked slightly stunned. Then a broad grin took over his face and he barked out a laugh.

Hericles was sitting outside of Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour, humming as he ate a large chocolate and raspberry flavoured ice-cream with chopped nuts, the same flavour Hagrid had given him back during his first trip to Diagon Alley as Harry Potter. It brought back memories of his life as a boy so ignorant of who he had been and would end up being. He missed the friends he had made but he knew that he had had to abandon his past (or that past at the very least) to have a future.

He knew that if he had not regained his memories from his previous two lives he would have ended up with a completely different future. For one he would end up killing his own soul mate, marrying Ginny whom he could never love as a lover and living his life in total misery that he would have to hide for his friends' and family's sake, without even knowing why he felt like that.

Thus, it was an understatement to say that he was pleased with the outcome of that fateful time in the graveyard. The first real touch from his soul mate had been the catalyst that unlocked his memories. Now he was a different person. He was no longer Harry Potter, or Hericles Slytherin, or even Heri Black; he was Hericles Feim with the memories, experiences and power of all three.

"Your guide has arrived, young master," Xanthus said from his usual place behind him. The other patrons of the parlour had been slightly curious to see him standing in such a manner, not even touching or ordering an ice cream for himself, but they had left the two alone.

Looking up, Hericles caught sight of a very familiar animagus bouncing towards him, barking cheerfully and being followed by an exasperated werewolf. He laughed lightly as the dog skidded beside him, nearly toppling over.

"Snuffles," the werewolf sighed in defeat but smiled nonetheless. "I am so sorry about him," he apologized to Hericles and Xanthus. "He was so excited to see you."

"There is no need to worry," Hericles smiled and stood up, Xanthus helping him. When Death had brought the shadow shifter to take care of His favourite, the shifter had taken his duty quite seriously, a little too seriously if anyone asked the Seer. Not that he was one to complain much though, Xanthus made really great treacle tarts and he had come to care for the shifter like the other magical beings at the Sanctuary. But just because he was a bearer did not make him fragile!

… Alright, fine. Being a bearer actually made him fragile, even more so than girls. Not that girls or bearers were weak thought; they both just did not have physical strength of men. It was sometimes annoying to be reminded of that fact, especially since Xanthus treated him like a porcelain doll most of the times.

"I am Remus Lupin."

"Hericles Feim. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance," Hericles smiled and then he motion Xanthus forward. "This is Xanthus, my caretaker."

Remus turned to smile at the man but suddenly stiffened his nose twitching as he took in the strange unfamiliar scent. Unwittingly letting out a low growl, the werewolf bared his teeth threateningly at the shifter. Said being did nothing and remained impassively where he stood.

"Oh, my," Hericles murmured as Snuffles whined in confusion. With a sigh, he gently put his hand on the werewolf's arm and stirred him to the table which immediately calmed him, leaving him confused and slightly wary. "I believe there is some explaining to do."

Remus turned to him. "He is not human. And you also seem to know it." Then, seeming to realize that he really should not have known it if he was completely human, his eyes widened. "Er – I mean –"

Hericles tilted his head. "Yes, he is not, but neither are you." The man stiffened in surprise and guardedness. "Oh, that did not come out right," the younger of the two murmured while Xanthus watched on in amusement. "I apologize; I never meant to offend you. I am used to magical beings knowing that I know what they are."

"Sorry?"

"Ah, how to say this?" Then he looked around at all the shoppers walking the Alley and where they were sitting outside the Ice Cream Parlour. "I believe this is not a place to discuss this."

Remus seemed to realize that he was right as he stood up and nodded at the young boy before him. He had to admit that Sirius' son was nothing like he had expected. He had been expected maybe a mini Sirius but what he got was a child who seemed to be right out of a muggle fairy tale, except instead of a princess he got Hericles Feim-Black who could make any fairy tale princess fade in comparison.

Then there was the man accompanying the young boy. At first Remus had thought nothing of him; that was until he caught his scent. It was nothing like anything he had ever smelt before but he knew there was nothing human about it. Not knowing if the man was dangerous or not, the wolf in him had reacted in warning. What he had not expected was the child's reaction. Not only did he know that his companion was not human but he accepted him – Remus thought purebloods hated anything not like them, especially muggleborns and magical creatures – and he somehow also knew that Remus was a creature, maybe not what he actually was, and he said it so – so flippantly!

"Let's leave for the Black Townhouse then."

Hericles agreed and stood up, again with Xanthus' help. "I shall leave my young master in your care then," the shadow shifter informed.

"You are not coming with us?" Remus asked, still slightly wary.

"No," replied he simply. "Young master, do call for me if I am needed."

Hericles smiled warmly. "Of course, Xanthus. "Do take care of our home for me. I am certain Empousai shall need your help."

Xanthus bowed. "As the young master wishes."

"I am going to apparate us then," said Remus as he stared between the two bemusedly. "Do you have everything?"

Hericles nodded. His shrunken trunk was in his pocket and Amalthea - Hedwig really - was going to stay at the Sanctuary and only join him when he would leave for Hogwarts. Remus crouched down and took hold of Sirius in his dog form and stood up, holding the big dog as if nothing and presented the youngest of them his arm. When Hericles got a firm hold of his arm, the werewolf twisted around and apparated away with a sharp crack, leaving Xanthus behind.

When they appeared and the quaint neighbourhood, Hericles stumbled and would have fallen if not for Remus quickly seizing his arm. He was nearly green in the face. Why did wizards have to have means of transport so – so annoying? Really, Hericles could be graceful when he wanted to be, which was always, but when using such ways of going around, even he had his limits.

"Are you alright?" asked Remus as he helped the young teenager back to his feet, his tone both amused and concerned.

"Yes, thank you," nodded Hericles as he took in a deep breath. "I am just… not used to traveling in such a way."

Remus chuckled. "That I can understand. At least you did not vomit, that's a plus."

"I did the first time," mumbled the younger of the two. And it was true. He had been five in his second life and the House elves had forgotten to get some floo powder. His father had apparated him and he had ended up retching right on a beautiful white peacock. Alphard had laughed at him for weeks and Abraxas had been particularly annoyed when he learned that his favourite cousin had vomited on his favourite peacock. He had sulked for days until Walburga had had enough and ended up slapping him. His female cousin had always been particularly fond of him, much like everyone else in the family, and seeing Hericles – then Heri – pout because Abraxas had been mad at him had really irritated her.

The good old days. He really missed them and their silly antics, just like he really missed the other Founders and their families.

"Here, read this," Remus handed him a small piece of torn parchment.

The Headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix can be found at Number Twelve Grimmauld Place

Looking up, Hericles found the space between Number 11 and Number 13 make place for the Black Town house. While Remus quickly burned the piece of parchment, Snuffles barked and grabbed hold of Hericles' robe at the bottom hem and pulled him towards the house.

"Snuffles!" Remus scolded but the animagus was not deterred. Hericles could only laugh as he was dragged across the street. The werewolf rolled his eyes and sighed, following. "Stay quiet until we pass the entrance Hall," whispered Remus to the youngest among them as he opened the door to the house. They made it through quietly and Remus motioned the younger to follow him as he made his way to the drawing room. There they found a group of teenagers Hericles' age that immediately stood to greet the newcomer.

"So you're the famous Hericles Feim we heard so much about?" one of the Weasley twins grinned, his twin joining him.

"If we knew –"

"- you were this hot –"

"- we would have made sure to dress better." They both leered at him teasingly and Hericles could only step back and blush.

"We are Fred and George –"

"- or Gred and Forge really –"

"- and it's a pleasure –"

"- oh definitely a pleasure –"

"- to meet you –"

Hermione pushed them out of the way, getting an indignant 'hey!' form them as she turned an apologetic and slightly embarrassed smile at Hericles. "Sorry about them. They are not exactly right in the head, you see."

"'Mione! You wound us!" they both whined, draping their arms around the witch. Said witch twitch.

"Urgh! Let me go!"

"Hi! I'm Ginny Weasley!" the red-haired girl grinned, dragging two other boys with her. "That's my brother, Ron, and our friend, Neville Longbottom." Said two boys also shot him a grin and greeted him.

"Hericles Feim. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance," he smiled, his green eyes lightening up and he gazed at his once-friends. Oh, how had he missed them…

The Weasley twins seemed to freeze from where they were trying to tug at Hermione's hair as everyone gawped at the young Necromancer. He became slightly uncomfortable and if he was any lesser being, he would be fidgeting by now.

"Wow…" was whispered.

"So pretty…"

"Yeah…"

"…Definitely…"

As the words were muttered around the close-knit group of friends, Hericles' face got redder and redder. He may be a Seer but he had not been expecting them to react like that. He after all preferred to keep the future unknown or life would be too boring. But that was just plain embarrassing. Thank goodness Xanthus was not there; the shadow shifter would have been highly amused. Not for the first time Hericles silently cursed Death for making only the better traits from the Slytherin and Black families dominant in him.

Remus stared, slightly amused and relieved as his hands came up to hide the smile etching on his face. It was great to see Sirius' son getting along so well with the other kids. On the other hand, Sirius-in-Padfoot-form stared with an awestruck look on his doggy face. Yes, Hericles already had him wrapped around his little finger without him even knowing it. How cute.

Before anyone could say anything - while Hericles forced himself not to shift uncomfortably - a loud crash was heard from the entrance hall before a shrieking voice started cursing, startling everyone. Remus sighed as everyone rushed to stop the unwelcomed screaming. 'What a great way of welcoming our guest,' he thought.

"Shut up you old hag!" Remus startled as he realized that in his moment of reflection, Sirius had transformed back and was wrestling with the curtains that should be covering his mother's painting, Nymphadora, who could only be the one having caused the crash when she had entered the house, helping as best she could. Turning to observe Hericles' reaction to Sirius' sudden appearance from his animagus form, he was slightly surprised, while a part of him… was not. He had come to learn a little of Hericles' behavior and all he could say was that he was a ball of concentrated unexpectedness.

The young teenager was standing behind everyone else, close to the entry leading to the drawing room, head tilted to the side as he stared at Sirius with a faraway look, a small smile lightening up his beautiful features and his eyes slightly knowing. With his arms crossed demurely in front of him, Hericles observed Sirius and the amusing spectacle. Slowing his nearly-glowing green eyes shifted to the large painting.

'Walby,' thought he with conflicting emotions. 'Oh, cousin, how the years have damaged you…'

Suddenly the portrait's eyes caught sight of him and the woman froze in mid screech. Momentarily stunned by the abrupt silence, the Black cousins also froze in their actions.

"Who – Who are you, child?" asked Lady Walburga Black, her voice strangely low and holding slight hope and longing. Everyone turned to where she was looking and found Hericles returning her stare with a small polite smile.

"Greeting, my Lady," said he, his voice soft and melodic. "I am Hericles Feim."

"Don't you dare insult my son, you old hag!" Sirius snarled before anything else could be said. Walburga snapped her head to her only living son, eyes narrowed.

"What do you mean 'your son', you ungrateful brat?" she snapped sharply.

"It's as I said," the man bared his teeth threateningly at her. "He is my son and you better not insult him!"

She sniffed at him before turning back to Hericles. "Come closer, child." The teenager obeyed and walked up to the portrait, his steps silent and graceful. "Is he really your father?" asked she as she observed the boy, taking in the familiar features and the knowing glint in the emerald eyes.

Hericles tilted his head and smiled softly. "It would seem so." Behind him, Sirius seemed to have realized that he had appeared so suddenly in front of his son before the boy could even be warned. The man squeaked and ducked behind Remus, rendering the man bemused and highly amused.

"Feim, you say? A highly respectable pureblood family. Well, it would seem my worthless son is not so worthless after all," the painting sniffed while everyone else blinked. That was the nicest they had ever heard her speaking, and about Sirius at that. "Kreacher!" she shouted and, with a resounding pop, the aged house-elf appeared, bowing lowly to the portrait.

"What does great Mistress want Kreacher to do?" the squeaky voice asked, his bulging eyes shifting curiously to the boy standing in front of his mistress' portrait.

"This is your new master, Kreacher," said she, inclining her head towards Hericles who remained silent. "Hericles Black. Treat him well and respectfully; he is a worthy heir to the House of Black. My useless son finally did something right." She added the last part to herself but it was still heard by everyone else, all of whom were frozen at the sudden change in attitude from the woman and at the abrupt proceedings.

The house-elf turned to the teenager and bowed lowly. "Welcome, young master! Kreacher will do as mistress said. Now Kreacher is the younger master's elf!"

Hericles tilted his head again and smiled down at him warmly.

"WHAT THE HELL!?" was all Sirius could say, everyone else gaping incredulously at the two.

The portrait's curtains snapped shut.

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