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 Twelve

On that fine morning at The Sanctuary, the manor was bustling with activity as they all prepared for a trip to Diagon Alley. There were only a couple of weeks until school would start again and the Weasley family, Hermione, Neville and even Hericles had not yet gone shopping for their school supplies. As the last of the youngsters entered the drawing room, Xanthus guided them to the floo network. Ten minutes later they all found themselves in Diagon Alley, other shoppers bustling around them.

Mrs. Weasley turned to the group. "We are going to separate to make everything easier," she said. "The girls are with me, Ron and Neville will go with Remus and Hericles can go with Xanthus and Snuffles. Who needs to go to Gringotts?" Neville lifted a hand. Molly nodded, then turned to Hericles, "Are you sure you do not have to go to the Bank, dear."

"Yes, Mrs. Weasley," he replied softly. "Xanthus has already gone to get some money earlier." And it was a good thing. Hericles knew for a fact that it would not have been a good idea to go to the bank, knowing how the goblins would react to his presence. The goblins knew that he was Death's favourite and to them and, like with many other magical beings, it was enough to gain their utter respect and reverence. It would bring too much attention to him if they, and any other patron who might be at the bank, witnessed the goblins showing none of their usual nasty selves towards Hericles. "Alright, then. The rest of us, let's go to Gringotts. We will meet at the Leaky Cauldron in an hour and a half."

As they separated, Sirius in his animagus form barked happily, tail wagging as he followed his son and his son's… protector.

"Where to first, young master?" Xanthus asked.

"Madam Malkins'," Hericles immediately replied as he side-stepped two running children who would have run into him otherwise. "I do need school robes. Then we shall shop for books."

As they entered the shop, the squat woman came to them and asked, voice cheerful, "Hogwarts, dear?"

Hericles nodded with a smile. "Yes, madam."

"Which House?" asked she as she guided the young Seer towards a stool, Xanthus and Padfoot remaining by the door.

"None." The woman blinked at him in surprise and confusion. He immediately clarified, "I am transferring to Hogwarts this year."

Her eyes cleared in understanding and she smiled, getting out a tape for measurements. "I see. That's rare. I don't think in all the years I have held this shop anyone has transferred school." Hericles merely smiled politely in return. Twenty minutes later they were out, back into the bustling streets of Diagon Alley with shrunken packages in Xanthus' pockets.

"Let us get the books and then we shall head to the Apothecary," he said, smiling down at Padfoot who bounced happily besides him.

They were on their way to Flourish and Blotts when Hericles suddenly froze right in the middle of the Alley and his green eyes bled to white, lightening up like two fiery torches, while his face blanked from emotions. Xanthus reacted immediately; he grabbed the young necromancer and hid him in the shadows inconspicuously. Sirius barked worriedly but in his animagus form there was not much he could do.

It was not long after, may be a minute had gone by, when Hericles came back to himself with a nearly silent gasp. He blinked a couple of times before hurriedly grabbing Xanthus by the arm and dragging him in the opposite direction of their previous destination, the shadows dissolving back to their usual state. Sirius squawked in surprise before hurrying after them, barking in askance. He furiously wondered why Xanthus was not inquiring about what could be wrong, because something was truly not right with Hericles. The shadow-shifter, however, only followed obediently his young master, mindful of Hericles' clenched jaw and furious eyes.

They were just passing by Second Hand Robes when they saw Neville, Ron and Remus exit the shop. Hericles immediately made a bee-line towards them, still dragging Xanthus by the arm. The three were slightly startled at the young Lord's sudden appearance in front of them with an expression on his face they had never seen before; the usually calm and always peaceful Hericles seemed unusually furious, his eyebrows furrowed, green eyes sharp and piercing, and pink lips pulled into a thin line.

"Wha-What's wrong?" Neville asked hesitantly, being the first of the three to react as Hericles motioned for them to follow him.

"You need to evacuate the Alley," said the Seer, glowing green eyes flitting around at the crowd of shoppers.

"Huh!? Why? What's happening?" Ron spluttered.

"What's wrong, Hericles?" Remus asked worriedly. "What's going on?"

As Hericles opened his mouth to explain, he stiffened right before the ground shook suddenly and a ripple appeared in the sky over the Alley, showing that that wards usually surrounding it had been tempered with. Screams filled the air as a large crowd of dark cloaked figures materialized in the middle of the crowded streets.

"Too late," Hericles murmured as everyone else got their wands out and at the ready. As the others prepared to defend the civilians from the Death Eaters who were flinging spells and curses left and right, Hericles grabbed Remus and Ron by the arm. "No," he told them with a frown. "Let's get everyone to safety."

They hesitated and Ron opened his mouth to protest but then Remus nodded, grabbed Padfoot's fur and motioned for everyone to follow him. Turning, they ran. As they ran by Flourish and Blotts Hericles suddenly stiffened and stopped. In his moment of inattention, the others continued running without seeing that he was no longer with them and before he knew it he had lost them. However, he was not worried about that. He had more pressing matters to be concerned about. Like the two children who were going to get themselves killed two shops away.

With an inwards curse and a slight frown, Hericles turned on his heels and rushed in the opposite direction. He arrived just in time to see the two children, one who seemed to be eleven and the other only two or three, both dressed in mundane clothes, get cornered by a couple of sneering Death Eaters. Before he thought about what he was doing, Hericles rushed forward, his wand snapping into his hand and a spell blasting the two Death Eaters away from the frightened children.

He stopped right in front of them, rearing up a shield quickly enough that it stopped the curses that came flying their way from the previously downed men. Looking over his shoulder, Hericles looked over the two children to make sure that they were uninjured. They both had brown hair and eyes and similar enough features to cue him that they were related. The older of the two was holding the younger one in his arms and they both seemed particularly terrified, not that Hericles faulted them.

"Are you two alright?" he asked them softly as he discreetly flicked a finger at the two Death Eaters who were still trying to get into his shield. They immediately tripped simultaneously and ended up in a pile of tangled limbs.

"Y-Yeah… Thank you," the older of the two said, his eyes turning fearfully to look at the shield protecting them.

"Worry not," told Hericles softly. "You are safe now." As he saw another group of Death Eaters direct attacks at his shield, he added, "Though, I believe that it would be best for us to get away from here. Come, and stay inside the shield." With his wand hand raised to keep the dome-like shield in place, Hericles smiled down at the two and gently guided them to walk away, mindful of the increasing amount of Death Eaters surrounding them. The other shoppers had already left this part of the Alley so the three of them were mostly alone with the Death Eaters, which was not an encouraging prospect.

"Who… Who are those people?" he heard a small voice coming from the older child. "Why did they attack us?" Either those two had been really protected by their parents or they had lived in the mundane world their whole lives. Hericles was inclined to believe the latter, but then again he was a Seer and when he had feelings they always turned out to be true.

"They are called Death Eaters," Hericles explained gently as he picked up the younger of the two when the older child seemed to be tiring. The toddler clung to the young Seer's neck, his head burying in his shoulder. "They are Magical… terrorists. Worry not; you are safe with me. I shall take you to a safe place where they shall be unable to get to you." As the young boy jumped and let out a squeak, a small hand clutching at Hericles' robes when a particularly vicious curse collided with the Seer's shield hard enough to make it tremble, Hericles decided to continue talking to him, if only to distract the child of the impending danger waiting for them outside the large shield. "Are you two brothers then?"

"Um… yeah. Andrew is my baby brother; he's two. I'm Nathaniel. We were with our parents and a professor from… er – Hog-something."

"You mean, Hogwarts?"

"Yeah, that. I – I didn't know I had magic, y'know? Professor Mc – Mc – Mc…"

"McGonagall?"

The child – Nathaniel – bopped his head. "Yeah, her. She came to my house today and told us that I have magic. Mum always said magic is not real and then the Professor came to our house and we came here to go shopping for school and then those people came and now I can't find them! What if – What if they're hurt!?"

"Worry not," Hericles told him softly. He would have patted the boy on the head but his hands were both otherwise occupied. "I am certain they are fine. Professor McGonagall is most likely with them and she is an able witch. She shall protect them, trust me." He smiled down reassuringly at the boy.

The child blushed and ducked his head. "Um… Who are you?" he asked after a few minutes before he blushed again. He did not notice the sheepish and embarrassed flush creeping up Hericles' cheeks.

"Oh! My apologies. How rude of me," Hericles fumbled slightly, all his self-control flying out the proverbial window in the face of his little social faux-pas. "My name is Hericles Feim. I suppose we are going to start Hogwarts together."

"Really?" Nathaniel looked up at him, wide-eyed. "You don't seem like a first year." Then he suddenly deflated. "Oh, I don't think mum and dad will let me go to magic school after this."

"The school is one of the safest places in the world," Hericles smiled, his eyes turning a little wistful and maybe slightly bitter. "If you wish I can talk to your parents later to convince them? Oh, here we are."

While they had been talking they had gotten the attention of numerous other Death Eaters who were still trying to get pass Hericles' shield. However, like he had known, the shield had been too strong for them, and Hericles and his two new companions had been able to walk all the way to the shining steps of Gringotts. The white glistening building that was the bank was surrounded by powerful wards erected by the goblins when the Death Eaters had first appeared, the magical beings not wanting to get involved in this wizard fight but still wishing to protect their property. The wizards who had been inside might still be there; trapped to remain there until the goblins removed their wards. Hericles could understand them; though, now the three of them needed to go in.

With a flick and a slash of his wand, the blue shield shivered before going a pale purple, waves of pink pulsing throughout occasionally. They continued walking and the moment the shield encountered Gringotts' wards, it was as if nothing was there. Instead of getting violently repelled, they passed right through and walked up to the door. As they stopped at the large closed doors, Hericles flicked his wand again and the shield disappeared. He tucked away the piece of wood, knocked once on the door and took hold of Nathaniel's hand gently.

As the large doors creaked open inwardly, Hericles stiffened suddenly. Slowly, he turned his head. Green locked with poisonous red. A few meters away, outside of the wards, stood a certain distinctly familiar figure, dark cloak fluttering in the winds. It was Lord Voldemort, standing behind his gathered Death Eaters, his red eyes narrowed as he stared fixedly at him.

Hericles felt his breath catch in his throat, his vision narrowing on the tall, menacing figure, even as a small hand tugged him inside the bank. His heart beat widely in his chest and he almost felt his soul sing at the presence of its counterpart.

Goodness, it was really starting!

When Lucius had come to him to inform him that the other Death Eaters had become distracted by something strange, he had been really annoyed. Of course, he had been. He had been planning this raid for months and he had thought that this might be what would keep the… particularly irritating memories away. Lord Voldemort would not accept his moronic followers to ruin his well-calculated plans. This was supposed to be his big entry back into the Wizarding World; this was supposed to be the proclamation of war it was supposed to be!

Then he had gone to see what had gotten his foolish followers side-tracked… and he got stunned. Not in the magical sense unfortunately as that would have been better than the reality he found himself in.

There was a pale blue dome advancing slowly towards the bank. However, it was not the admittedly admiring show of magical prowess that had caught his eyes, but the person who was keeping up the shield.

He was young, a teenager still; he was dressed in expensive dark green robes, showing off not only wealth but the fact that he was from a respected Pureblood family – only a true Pureblood would have been able to pull off wearing such clothes with grace and decorum without seeming gaudy. Long raven-coloured hair was pulled into a low, elegant ponytail onto which a child's small hand was clutching.

That silhouette, that walk, that magic… It was all too familiar and Lord Voldemort absently wondered if his dead lover had come back to haunt him or if Slytherin's lover had come back for revenge. (He did not even notice how his heart clenched in guilt as he noticed the little toddler cradled carefully in the teenager's arms and the young child clutching desperately at the expensive robes, whispers of What-If and What-Could-Have-Been fluttering at the back of his mind).

Then the boy turned and it was as if the world had stopped for the few seconds it had taken during which their eyes locked. Green eyes. Very, very familiar electric green eyes glowing with repressed magic.

Green eyes identical to his lover who had died because of a disgusting, thieving muggle.

Green eyes identical to Slytherin's lover who had been murdered because of fearful, foolish and filthy mundanes.

… And with a face the perfect blend of the two.

AN: You would not believe the amount of work I have; even I don't. It's a miracle in itself that I was able to finish this chapter. Hopefully I will also be able to update my other Fics...

I told you their meeting would not be what you would have wanted it to be. Heck, this was merely a glimpse of each other that they had gotten, but hey, now Voldemort knows Hericles exists. Ahem.

So... Thank you for reading, as always. Leave behind a review and tell me your thoughts on this chapter/story.

Leight.