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 Eleven

When Charlie Weasley was told that Headquarters was compromised he was understandably worried for his family; that was, until Professor Dumbledore reassured Bill and him that their parents and siblings were able to get away in time and were perfectly safe. He wanted to see them for himself, except he was still finishing with his job in Romania. Since he was taking a long leave to be able to fully join the war efforts he had to complete a lot of work before he could leave. The moment he was able to get away though, he immediately sent an owl – a well-protected and warded owl – to the Headmaster to ask him to allow him to see his family while he packed.

When he finally reached Britain he went to meet his brother at Diagon Alley where he had been moved to not long before. The other red-head was just exiting Gringotts with his part-veela girlfriend when he found him. The two were talking in hushed tones when they saw him and sent him a quick smile each.

"Charlie," Fleur smiled warmly before kissing him on the cheek. "You are here to stay, oui?" (Trans: yes) she asked. Her English had greatly improved since she had moved to England, though she still retained her French accents, and tended to replace words with their French counterparts.

"Yes, this time I'm staying," Charlie grinned. "Though I do need to find myself an apartment."

"Oh, there iz no need," Fleur told him. "You can stay with us, of course. N'est-ce pas, Bill?" (Trans: Right) She turned her pretty eyes to her boyfriend, a certain glint in them practically daring him to refuse. You would think Charlie was her brother instead of Bill's. Fleur had a particular soft spot for Charlie since not only did they get along really well, but he was the only one in the whole Weasley family who had accepted her whole-heartedly when she had started going out with Bill.

The other Weasleys, particularly Molly and Ginny, had showed their discontent in having the oldest Weasley offspring date her quite obviously. Fleur did not fault them since Molly was only worried that she was playing with Bill's feelings as she could have any man she wanted by simply having veela blood, and Ginny just did not seem to like her for whatever reason. Bill suspected that it was because Fleur was part-veela and thus, naturally beautiful and attractive, while also believing the French girl to be vain. Fleur on the other hand would prefer not to think about it since she did not want to have negative feelings towards one of her boyfriend's family members, though it was difficult.

Arthur, though polite towards the young woman, would prefer not to get on his wife's bad side so he kept his distance. At least he was not rude and seemed apologetic when Molly sent the part-veela some snide remarks that were hardly subtle. Ron also kept his distance, though more out of embarrassment after his attitude towards the girl during his fourth year more than anything else. The twins while welcoming and friendly towards her, were too busy with their joke shop to try to get to know her, so they were more friendly acquaintances than outright friends. Similarly Percy was always busy at the Ministry to really try to become friends with Fleur but he was keeping his distance from his family anyway.

Thus, amongst the whole Weasley clan only Charlie had tried to get to know her even if he lived in another country, he always tried to find some time for Bill and Fleur. Besides, Bill and Charlie had always been closer to each other than they were with their younger siblings anyway.

"So how's Dante?" Bill asked as they walked through muggle London to find a deserted alley way to use the portkey. They could have portkey'ed in Diagon Alley but they did not want for potential Death Eaters to have an inclination that they were meeting with the Order. The probability of being followed and spied upon was slight but better be cautious; after all everyone in the Wizarding World knew that the Weasleys had always been on Dumbledore's side, so it was not too farfetched to suspect the younger Weasleys of being amongst Dumbledore's Order. If Death Eaters saw them portkey'ing away they might suspect that the Order was meeting and they could not have that. It would be better for them to believe that the three of them were simply hanging out in muggle London.

"Er… We broke up," coughed Charlie embarrassingly.

"What?" Bill blinked, surprised, while Fleur perked up in interest. "I thought you liked him."

"Yeah, just… he became annoying, I suppose."

"Annoying?" his brother deadpanned.

Charlie shrugged. "He kept whining about how I put my dragons and my family above him."

Pleased, Fleur pipped in, "I knew he was not good for you."

"I know," the younger Weasley groaned. "You kept telling me."

"And how did you know anyway?" Bill raised an eyebrow at his girlfriend, hiding an amused grin from his brother's disgruntled face.

"Call it mon intuition féminine," (Trans: my woman's intuition) she smiled up sweetly at him. Bill snorted. Turning her eyes to her future brother-in-law she added, "Don't worry, you will meet your perfect boy soon." Charlie smiled at her but did not reply; though thankful towards the reassurance, he doubted he would actually find someone to share the same love Bill and Fleur had for each other. He had to admit he was a little envious of just how perfect those two were for each other. He had not met anyone, in all his years, who really caught his attention and all his relationships had ended quickly.

They found an alley and quickly slipped in as Fleur removed the portkey from her handbag. It was a beautiful silver broche with the form of a Lily and made of diamonds and pearls. When Dumbledore had handed it to them, they had obviously been surprised. Usually the everyday average wizards used everyday life objects as portkeys and only the wealthier families like the Malfoys, Zabinis and Greengrasses used jewelries since the spell used was likely to damage them if not used well. Besides the broche was obviously expensive and it was mind-boggling, especially for the two Weasleys, that someone would just hand them as portkeys like that.

They each made sure they had a firm hold of the portkey before Bill spoke, "Sanctuary." With a pull in their navel they disappeared from the dark dank alley and reappeared in a large lavish room. "Wow," was the general consensus as they admired the rich and tasteful room. It was done in shades of beige and dark brown, antic furniture filling the room, a small fire lit in a large fireplace with intricate carvings and floor-to-ceiling windows taking one side of the room, showing a beautiful rose garden and on the far side what seemed to be a labyrinth of dark green shrubs, illuminated by the orange rays of the setting sun.

One large mahogany door opened and in stepped a man who seemed to qualify for 'tall, dark and handsome' as he greeted them with a small bow and a polite smile. "Welcome to The Sanctuary," he said, his voice flowing like chocolate. "I am Xanthus and I shall show you where the rest of the Order is waiting. If you will follow me," motioning towards the hallway, he waited that they stepped closer before he guided them through some confusing twists and turns. Then he stopped in front of a set of impressive mahogany double doors and when they opened, the three of them were greeted by the sight of a large room with a long oval-shaped table around which familiar figures were congregated.

"Bill! Charlie!" Molly exclaimed as she noticed their arrivals, conspicuously ignoring Fleur as she detached herself from the conversation she seemed to be having with Remus Lupin and made her way to her two eldest sons, enveloping them both in a smothering hug.

"Hey, mum," the two red-haired males greeted together. "Dad," they added as they saw their father stop in front of them to also greet them, a smile on his face.

"Boys!" he exclaimed. "It's good to see you." Then he turned to Fleur who had been standing awkwardly a few steps behind them, "Miss Delacour! I hope you have been well."

"I have been well, sank you, Mr. Weasley," she replied, politely nodding towards him before turning to their mother. "Mrs. Weasley." Bill and Charlie inwardly winced as Molly only replied with a curt nod. Thankfully, before they could continue with the pleasantries, Dumbledore appeared and called for everyone to settle down. Bill, Charlie and Fleur immediate went to sit at the table, Bill sitting beside Arthur and Charlie besides Remus with Fleur between the two brothers.

"Albus, is it true Mundungus Fletcher was captured by Death Eaters?" Minerva McGonagall immediately asked as the meeting started.

"I am afraid this is indeed true," Dumbledore informed sadly. "He tried to bargain with the Dark Lord with the location of Headquarters; that is why it has been compromised."

Murmurs rang throughout the room, mostly disapproving of the late man's actions. Not only was it cowardly but the man had actually tried to buy his freedom by condemning the whole Order, the children who had been living at Grimmauld Place and the whole Wizarding World since the destruction of the Order of the Phoenix meant the end of any hope for the future; the Dark Lord would have won and brought to life his reign of darkness.

"Where is here, Albus?" another Order member asked. Immediately they all turned to him since those not in the know were all asking themselves the same question.

"We are at The Santuary," he replied simply. There was a momentary pause before Severus Snape uncharacteristically added his opinion, something that was rarely seen since the man usually kept to himself during those meetings.

"You are certainly not talking about what I believe you are, Headmaster," his sneering, drawling voice echoed through the room.

"I am," Dumbledore smiled. Chaos broke loose. The old man settled back in his chair, sucking on one of his favourite sweets while at the same time enjoying the brief confusion he had caused. Then he cleared his throat and everyone settled back down. Yes, he really had them well-trained… "This is not all," he said before he relayed a bit of what Hericles had told him about The Sanctuary.

There was a brief stunned silence while everyone tried to comprehend the fact that The Sanctuary, this place of myths, was not only real but they were actually there. "Who is this boy anyway?" a member asked.

"My son!" Sirius immediately interjected with a proud glim in his eyes, a wide grin stretched across his face.

"You're not serious!?" Charlie immediately squawked in shock while a few seats away Snape arched an eyebrow.

As Sirius opened his mouth to most likely make a stupid remark, Remus interrupted with a, "he is actually telling the truth."

Albus added, "Hericles Feim, our generous host, is in fact Sirius' son."

"Oh, dear! Who would have thought?" Minerva exclaimed.

As everyone started to talk again, getting more information about Hericles from those who had met him, Albus chanced a look at one of his favourite people. Severus had a blank mask on his face but the old Headmaster recognized the contemplative and thoughtful glint in his dark eyes.

Hopefully the Potions Master would give the young seer a chance and what had happened to poor Harry would not happen again with Hericles. One could only hope; Severus was far from being predictable.

It was later that night, after the Order meeting, that they were all directed to the dining Hall by Xanthus, except those who had decided to return to their own homes. The children were already there, chatting cheerfully with Hericles, when they appeared. Said boy stood up from his usual throne-like chair when they entered the room and greeted them with a readied smile before asking Xanthus to bring in the food.

"Hericles, my dear boy!" Dumbledore exclaimed as he approached the young seer. "I would like you to meet our young friends." He motioned to those behind him, "These are Bill and Charlie Weasley, Molly and Arthur's oldest sons." The two red-heads greeted him and he replied in kind. "Miss Fleur Delacour," the French smiled.

"C'est un plaisir de faire votre connaissance, mademoiselle," Hericles greeted, much to the confusion of everyone else (Trans: It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, miss). No trace of an accent was present in his voice, the words being perfectly articulated, the tones soft and welcoming.

"Oh! Vous parlez le Franҁais?" Fleur asked, her voice delightful (Trans: Oh! You talk French?).

Hericles nodded with a smile. "Wonderful!" Dumbledore exclaimed, though the others were wondering if he actually understood anything the two had been talking about. "And I am sure you already know Professor Snape and Professor McGonagall."

"Mister Feim, it is a pleasure to see you again," McGonagall said sharply though not unkindly.

"The pleasure is all mine, Professor."

"Mister Feim," Snape greeted. "It is… surprising to learn that you are Black's son."

"You got a problem with that, Snivellus?" Sirius sneered. Remus immediately sent a disapproving look at his friend while Hericles furrowed his brows lightly.

Snape sneered back at him but otherwise ignored the other man as he added, "At least the mutt has done something good in his fruitless life."

Hericles blinked once before his lips stretched into another smile. "It is good to see you too, sir."

Well, it did not turn out too bad.

Extra

"Hericles, are you sure about this?" Hermione asked worriedly as she clutched Ron's arm tightly. The other youngsters piped in with their agreements while Hericles led them through the thick forest.

Their host and new friend who was walking in front of them, seeming to be the only one not stumbling through the foliage, looked at them over his shoulder, ill-concealed amusement shining through his eyes. "Worry not, Hermione," he called back cheerfully. He seemed to have relaxed around them and became slightly less formal than he had been at the beginning when they had met, the longer they had spent around him. It was refreshing to see him like this. "Like I said previously, the beings in The Sanctuary are not hostile so long you are not."

"Come on, Hermione! They are dragons!" Charlie exclaimed from behind her.

"Easy for you to say," Ron grumbled.

"Dragon maniac," Ginny agreed, cursing when a branch she had pushed away on her path whacked her in the face.

In front of them Hericles let out a laugh. It was another ten minutes navigating through the thick vegetation that they reached their destination.

"Wow," Ginny let out and it was the general consensus. They stared in awe and wonder around them as Hericles guided them forward. The forest had opened up in a large field, a couple of hills nearby on which huge nests could be seen, large, gigantic and terrifying dragons flying around or walking on the land. It was a scene right out of a fairy tale and it reminded them of the Siren Lagoon with its beauty and inherent magic in the air.

"Welcome to our Dragon Paradise," Hericles said. As they stared around them in awe they slowly relaxed when it became obvious that the dragons were not going to suddenly attack them. Just as they were settling with the idea of visiting dragons, who were supposed to be vicious, blood-thirsty beasts, they heard a few cries before they saw small dragons running towards them on their small four legs. The largest could not reach higher than Hericles' knee and the boy was already small for his age. Said boy leaned down and scooped up one of the smallest that settled comfortably in the young seer's arms. "These are babies," he said as he turned to them. "Worry not; they are harmless," he added when Hermione let out a squeak when one of the baby dragons approached her and sniffed at her legs.

Charlie was the first one to react as he crouched down and patted one of the largest of them on the head. As the little dragon leaned into his hand, he grinned. "Wow, I've never seen them so docile and I've been working with them for years!" Following his example, slowly, the others turned their attentions to the attentive baby dragons.

A few hours later Fleur could be found laughing as she watched four baby dragons climb all over Bill and chew on his hair; Neville was taking a nap, settled comfortable against a large pregnant dragon's belly; Hermione, Ginny and Ron were playing tag with a few baby dragons; and the twins were laughing as they rode on a large dragon's back like a horse.

Charlie turned to young boy sitting under the shade of a tree with a sleeping baby dragon from earlier in his lap. "Thanks for showing this to us today," he said.

"The pleasure is all mine," Hericles replied, a smile lighting his face as his glowing green eyes looked up at the red-head.

Charlie thought that he felt his heart skip a beat. Had he finally found the one for him?

Author's Note: Finally another chapter update. I... seriously was not going to make the story take this direction when I decided to introduce Charlie and the other two. But, well, I suppose it spices it up a little... Since I have not been planning this (Charlie was not supposed to get a sudden crush on Hericles!) I will just have to add a few elements in the story. No, it's still a Voldemort X Harry fanfiction and at best, between Charlie and Harry, it'll only be a one-sided love or a minor crush.

(Next chapter Voldemort is definitely going to meet Hericles. I have finished with every other elements I wanted to include before this scene so, yes, it is finally going to happen. However, I am not sure if it is what you want it to be...)

Leave behind a review and tell me your thoughts.

Leight