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Harrison's POV

He was going to burn the portrait. He was going to learn a fire spell and burn it. What in the hell was he even? From what he could tell at the moment. A ball of fur.

From his position behind the bookcases he could see his head of house. Marvolo Riddle. The man had cast an unfamiliar spell. One that sent his fur straight up. The animal part of him didn't like it.

He listened as the two spoke. Riddle was first," Sal tell me you have changed your mind. I need those books."

Salazar replied coldly,§ I told you Tom I will not help you destroy yourself. If you're going to split your soul it will be without my help.§

Riddle looked tired as he replied,§ Then tell me what is wrong with wanting to live forever. Help me find another way.§

The professor wanted to live forever? That would be a lonely existence. To watch everyone you cared about wither and die. If it was him he wouldn't want to live forever.

Salazar said impatiently,§ As I told you when you were a boy, Tom. Horcruxes are not the way. If you want my help you will swear an oath on your magic to find another way. Until then I will not help you.§

What in the bloody hell was a horcrux? Something told him he didn't want to know. In fact if Salazar Slytherin himself was warning one against it. He knew for a fact he didn't want to know.

After more arguing his head of house finally left. A wave of magic fell over him once more and he found himself standing human. It was the oddest thing he had felt ever.

Moving towards the portrait he asked," What did you do to me?"

For a moment the portrait stared at him in shock. Then amusement took over.

Salazar asked,§ Do you know what language we are speaking?§

Had the portrait gone senile? They were speaking English. When he said as much the portrait laughed. This made his ears go red with embarrassment. He hated being laughed at. It was just like at the orphanage.

He said angrily,§ English. Do you think I'm an idiot?§

The portrait shook its head as it replied,§ No child. It is not English but parseltounge. No one but my descendants can speak it. So far that means only you and Tom.§

Parseltounge? The ability to speak to snakes? He had never tried to speak to animals before. They were always terrified of him. Just like he had problems with his magic.

He asked suspicious of the dead wizard,§ Do you know why animals are afraid of me then? Why my magic doesn't work for me like for others?§

Salazar said cocking his head to the side,§ It seems you are like others I have met. From what I understand you have one currently in Hogwarts. Meeting him will answer many of your questions.§

§Who? I don't understand. More importantly. What did you do to disguise me?§

Another amused glance flickered across Salazar's face. When he replied it shocked him,§ I turned you into your animagus form. It should be easier now that you have done it once. Though I recommend you not trying it alone until you mastered it. I believe you are some kind of dog. Maybe a Black lab or something along those lines.§

For some reason black lab didn't sit well with him. At least not internally. He would have to do some research on different kinds of dogs. Maybe one would call to him.

§Am I allowed to come back here? Or bring people I trust?§

His first friend was beginning to gain his trust. While it wasn't fully there yet. Maybe one day he could bring Severus to this room.

The portrait looked exasperated as it replied,§ If you must. If you do you must tell them your secret first.§

While it was disappointing it made sense. If he was to trust them with one secret he should trust them with all of them. It was not meant to be however.

As he began to say goodbye the world began to spin. Instead of a room that was a library it was changing. Changing right up until he landed painfully in front of a fireplace.

:That wasn't normal,: were his first thoughts. The next were where in the hell was he?

His first thoughts had been right. Instead of a library it was a common room. None that he had been in before.

Harrison froze when he felt something touch his neck. Something that felt very much like a wand. Oh this wasn't good.

Severus' POV

Worry filled him. His friend had been gone for too long. Harrison wasn't one to miss a meal. That was something easily recognized about the boy. So when he didn't show up to dinner Severus was worried.

Of course none of the other Slytherins noticed or cared. Who cared about a Mudblood nobody? In this case it was him.

After dinner he stopped their head of house and said," Sir, I can't find Evans. He's never missed a meal since being here."

Unconcerned the man replied," He probably got lost Mr. Snape. It's only been a day since you arrived. He will turn up."

Severus had to bite his lip to keep from arguing with the man. If it had been anyone else he would have believed it. This was Harrison though. The boy was a natural with the castle. Almost as if the ancient magic favored him above the others.

Before either of them could say anything there was a yelp and a loud curse. One that should not have been coming out of an eleven year old's mouth. They turned a corner to see Harrison glaring at empty space. It was if someone had been there and wasn't anymore.

Their head of house said sternly," You missed dinner, Mr. Evans."

Harrison started then stared at them in shock. It was as if he wasn't expecting to see them.

The boy ignored them for a moment and said," Tempus."

Then he stared in shock at the numbers. Shock turned to relief. Whatever happened to his friend had scared him. Scared him enough that he lost track of time.

Then he turned his attention to them and said," Sorry professor, Severus. I lost track of time."

There seemed to be more he wanted to say. Yet he didn't. What was his friend hiding?

Riddle said glowering at the boy," Don't let it happen again. I don't care what you do for breakfast and lunch. Dinner is mandatory however. Do I make myself clear, Mr. Evans?"

A curt," Yes, sir," was given.

With that Riddle turned and left. Once he was out of earshot Harrison let out a breath of relief. Severus moved closer curious to find out what happened.

Harrison looked around them warily and said," Not here. I know you have questions. I can't answer them."

Honestly that didn't surprise him. They had only just met. Severus wouldn't trust the green eyes boy with his secrets either. Though it made him even more interested. Especially considering the other looked like he was going to pass out.

Severus said calmly," Let's get you to the dorms. You look like your exhausted."

As they began to walk towards the common room a question hit him. When did Harrison learn tempus?

Harrison's POV

Exhausted wasn't the half of it. Part of him wished he could tell Severus what was happening. There just wasn't enough trust between them. Maybe after a few months.

He leaned heavily onto the other boy to make it to their common rooms. If the other had let him go he would have collapsed. His mind was still reeling from what had happened.

Flashback

The wand that was pressed to his neck scared him. If the wizard behind him wanted to. He could kill him. Even in the face of danger Harrison kept his head up. If he was to die it would be with dignity. As much dignity as an eleven year old could have.

A voice he recognized asked," Who are you? How did you get in this room?"

It was the same voice as the portrait. Salazar Slytherin. How? While he wanted to turn and confirm this he couldn't with a wand at his throat.

So he answered," My name is Harrison Evans. I'm a first year Slytherin."

A forceful hand turned him around to face the person. A tall black haired man stood before him. Cold green eyes met his fearful green ones. It truly was Salazar Slytherin.

The man said his wand never wavering," I am the head of Slytherin, boy! You are most certainly not one of my students."

This shouldn't have been possible. Time travel wasn't possible. It was just something that humans wished could happen. Yet there was no other explanation. Right in front of him was a man who had been dead for well over a thousand years.

By the angry look in the man's cold eyes he had to speak quickly. Otherwise he might lose his head.

He said panicking slightly," Wait! I'm a Slytherin. Just not from this time. I'm not even sure what year this is. One moment I was speaking to Salazar Slytherin the portrait then I was here."

The room was so different from the library he stood in just minutes prior. It confused him greatly. How could it change so much? If he got out of this alive he would have to research it.

The man asked," What year are you from boy?"

"1970."

There was no physical reaction. Instead the man just stared at him. Finally the wand disappeared and the man waved him over to a set of chairs. Harrison sat as indicated chair. He knew the wand could appear just as quickly as it left.

Salazar said," That explains both your attire and why I don't know you. Your an old ones. By your age a newly awakened one. Where is your mentor?"

Mentor? What in the hell was he talking about? Harrison had always been alone. No one cared about the strange orphan.

The confusion must have shown on his face because the man growled. It was a sort of frustrated growl that reminded him of an animal.

The man hissed to himself angrily,§ Those old fools. They should know better than to allow an untrained child out on his own. A scrawny one at that.§

§Scrawny! Who the bloody hell do you think you are?!§ came his outraged hiss.

The man's eyes widened. This was the first true reaction he had out of the man. Shock and disbelief crossed through his gaze. While anger swept through his own.

Finally the other said," You are an intruiging child. And a powerful one. How the others have not found you yet is a mystery to me. For now you are welcome to return here as you please. No doubt it will annoy a certain wizard."

:Annoy who?: Harrison wondered silently. Maybe the mentor he had spoken of.

If he was to have a mentor to teach him why had the other not done so? Why was he to always be alone?

End of flashback

He was drawn from the memory by Severus worried voice. Apparently he had been lost in his head for too long. Shaking his head he turned to the other boy.

Once he realized that Harrison had come out of it he stopped. The other dormmates just looked down their noses at him. Disdain clear in their eyes.

Harrison said taking a deep breath," I'm fine. I was just thinking about earlier."

It was too early to retire to bed. Then again... He pulled out the notebook Salazar had given him. It was blank and the man had suggest that he write down anytime he stepped through time. Whether on accident or on purpose.

So he did. He jotted down when and where he ended up. Something he would have to be careful of was where it happened. If it happened in a public spot someone was going to notice.

With that done he retreated to his trunk to grab one of his textbooks. Better to get ahead while he could. Free time would not be often until he could control his magic.