Tenshibabe: I would like to thank everyone who've read TTEoT and added it to their fave's lists and especially those who've reviewed, I'm glad to know that you all like it so much! So, this chapter includes the end of sixth year and the, oh so interesting summer before seventh year... enjoy~

Summary: Time-Travel fic (cliché? Yes) non HBP or DH compliant, veela fic. Harry has come into his inheritance, more power and a mate? What will he do when he finds that is mate is in fact his enemy?

Pairing(s): HPTMR, RWHG (for now)

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter he and everything associated with him belongs to J.K Rowling...I wouldn't mind keeping Tom though-no, oh...okay. ; _; (btw my OC's I do own)

A/N:

"Talking"

'Thinking'

Till the End of Time

Chapter 3: Breathe

When your tears are dry from crying

And the world has turned to silent

And when the clouds have all departed

You'll be right here with me

~Brandy: Departed

February 1997

Harry doubled over in pain, clutching the arm rest for support. His heart thudded in his chest and his fangs elongated. Tom was going through the change, it was painful and the bond sucked up nearly all of his magic reserves. All day Harry walked around like a zombie, having random spasms of pain wrack his body. He now sat in the common room, he was skipping History of Magic and in about ten minutes he'd be skipping Charms as well. He'd sort it out later.

He had been sending as much magic as he could to calm the very irate veela he was bonded to, and he seemed alright with just the bare minimum until today. He grunted as another wave of pain hit him; he could only imagine how painful this was for his mate and grimaced at the thought.

Harry had long since come to terms with the fact that Tom was his mate-well mostly. He hasn't told anyone about it though, but Ron and Hermione were getting suspicious. 'They'll just have to wait like everyone else' Harry thought bitterly; he hadn't been very nice company recently since he was coming to terms with things.

Harry knew that if he somehow managed to return to Tom, history would be changed; there probably wouldn't be a Voldemort in his time. Or he could be returned to this time and have an even worst outcome than before, but he couldn't stay here; he couldn't kill Tom now it wasn't possible.

Harry jolted as a stinging pain stabbed at him; his vision wavered as he heard the shrill call of his veela. A low purr erupted from his chest startling Harry, the dark voice in his head seemed to call out to his mate, before sending a huge amount of magic across the bond. Harry grits his teeth as his energy was rapidly sucked from him, leaving him gasping for air.

'What the heck, warn a guy' Harry thought as he caught his breath. 'But what was that just now, did I just purr?' Harry questioned feeling his chest as if willing the sound to happen again. Harry decided to look it up later, right now he needed a nap; he was too tired to think.

~*~

March 1997

Harry sat in the Great Hall absentmindedly poking at his eggs; he wasn't that hungry. He cast unseeing eyes to the entrance of the Great Hall as if waiting for somebody. It has been nearly three weeks, today now being a Friday, since his mates change. He had been avoiding Hermione and Ron since then, they wanted to know what was going on and Harry didn't have a full explanation yet, he was still coming to terms with things himself.

He froze when he felt a sudden magnetic pull to the doors of the Great Hall, turning he was sent images through the bond. There he stood, much shorter than before with polished dark hair in a low ponytail; he wore his uniform immaculately looking very much like the prince he was. Crystal blue eyes glanced at him; he tensed as if he could feel Harry appraising him.

Harry smirked, his veela looked delicious and he wanted him. As Tom moved on to his seat at the Slytherin table, Harry sensed a different presence and turned curious eyes to meet cold amethyst orbs glaring back at him. 'How can he see me?'Harry questioned as the short brunette seemed to size him up before leaving the Great Hall. Harry wanted to follow the Slytherin but found that he couldn't, his only connection to this time was Tom after all.

He'd have to watch out for that boy. Harry's attention was sent back to Tom when he heard the smaller teen let out an angry shout. Harry felt his magic rise as Malfoy grabbed his mate, pulling him forcibly closer. Harry wanted to pulverize the tall blonde, his eyes shining a deadly green.

"...Harry what are you doing!" Ron's loud yell, had Harry spiralling back into focus.

He blinked; there was a wide gap around him, as most of the students had moved away from him. He then noticed that he had an ever growing ball of magic pulsing away in his right hand, his left had dug into the table nearly snapping it in two. He took a breath, letting the orb dissipate; his eyes still shone eerily and he felt his fangs bit into his lip. He loosened his death grip on the old wood, hearing it splinter as he rose gracefully from the table.

He didn't look back at the terrified hall of students as he swept through the great doors. A pair of blue eyes boring holes into his back.

His mind was jumbles as he kept seeing the lustful looks being directed at his mate from all the students around him. He punched the wall, casing the stone to crumble from the force; he heard a short intake of breath and turned to find Hermione and Ron standing a ways back.

Harry barely glanced at them, before turning back to the front entrance. "If anyone asks; I won't be coming to class today," he ground out; moving towards the exit.

Hermione stepped up, moving to stop him, "Harry we have to talk, this is getting out of control yo-" She was cut off as Harry paused turning his madly glowing orbs to her.

"What do you know about my control? Of course... you didn't see it" Harry began to laugh darkly.

He tensed as Hermione reached out to touch him; she was pushed back into Ron's arms as his magic flared. He growled, "Don't touch me"

"H-Harry that was uncalled for" Ron shouted; Harry snarled in irritation.

"Leave me alone, the lot of you" he turned and meaningfully left the building, ignoring the calls for him to come back.

~*~

To say Harry was angry was an understatement, he was down right livid, raging mad and felt like he could dish out crucio's continuously until morning. He flung a stone across the smooth surface of the lake, watching it plummet after nearly reaching the other half of the lake. Harry sighed, as he felt Tom's emotions from across the bond. He was very uneasy that was obvious; Harry touched him through their bond and was glad to note that he felt a wave of pleasure from it.

Harry had been sitting out on the cool sand; his mood was slightly better than before, now that Tom had calmed down too. He decided to spend the first period watching his mate through their bond, as that was all he could do at the moment. Harry was a bit miffed to know that Tom had chosen to work with that odd brunette that he had seen earlier. He had never heard of a Kensington family nor any mention of this Julius character either.

Harry also noticed that Julius's eyes weren't amethyst naturally; they were in fact a regular chestnut brown color like his hair. 'Does that mean that he has creature blood in his line too?' Harry questioned, as the books did say that eye colors would change or glow depending on their magical signature or creature blood. Harry smirked at Tom's irritation with the boy; at least he didn't like him either.

Harry frowned, sitting up straight; Tom had finished the potion, he felt his relief at finally being out of the brunette's presence, calling for the professor. Harry noted the type of potion they were working on...Amorentia. Tom was a newly changed veela, the situation didn't seem favourable. He noticed Julius eying Tom coldly, he knew about Tom's condition yet he didn't mention it, wearing a small smirk.

It all seemed to happen too fast; the potion was completed yet the sent was stronger than usual... 'What did he do to it' Harry growled as the bond seemed to fluctuate at the sensory overload. Tom nearly transformed, only Harry's tight hold on him seemed to calm the edgy veela; sending out his magic to cast a shield over him.

Everyone in the room seemed to gravitate to the veela, everyone except for Julius who snorted, looking directly at Harry. "So he does have a mate, unfortunate he is quite the specimen isn't he" Julius drawled reaching for his wand.

Harry growled, just who does this guy thinks he is; his attention was drawn back to his veela as the bond seemed to level, calling for his attention. Harry, noting that Dumbledore and the Headmaster had entered the room, decided to pay his mate a visit.

~*~

June 1997

It had been fairly calm the past few months, well as calm a one could be when they had learned that they were to spend nearly two months in a building full of people to whom you were now a vulnerable and easy target. Every time Harry had seen Dumbledore since that day he could barely hold back his magic. 'How could he do such a thing, he obviously knew Tom was in danger, everyone hates him there'

Harry had been doing some research on the Riddles, especially Tom. Most things he knew already, both from his second year and his bond with the Slytherin; although things like how he had grown up an orphanage and about how his mother was a direct descendant of Slytherin and his father was a muggle, but a muggle lord in his town. Harry also learned from his bond with Tom that his life at the orphanage was just like how his life with the Dursleys used to be.

Just by looking at that fact Harry could tell that this was going to be one hellish summer for the blue-eyed teen and he knew it too. Since that day during potions, Harry could now send Tom visions across the bond, and spent many nights consoling the panicking teen. Harry wanted to take him away with him this summer, so he wouldn't have to go through with it. But he couldn't, so he did the best he could, comforting the smaller one both emotionally and physically.

Harry now sat in an empty compartment, reading a short novel about a fictional character traveling to a new world with their best friend turned lover and a wolf. All the while concentrating on the bond; sending calming waves to his mate. Harry sighed as the door to the compartment was opened, and Ron came in glaring at Harry followed by a visibly upset Hermione and a quiet Ginny.

Harry regarded them warily putting his book away, as they sat down, Ginny sitting beside him. "Hm, and to what do I owe this visit?" Harry asked, as they all looked at him.

"Look mate, this year has been hectic for all of us but for you the pressure must've been..." Ron started, "Look if you ever need anything were here for you y'know that right?" he finished turning hopeful eyes to the dark haired teen.

Harry sighed, it had been a hectic year, and would be a more stressful summer he knew, but he not telling them would make things even more tense and nerve-racking than it was already shaping up to be.

"Okay, I'll tell you what I know...On my sixteenth birthday I came into an inheritance that I never knew I had, I'm still not sure yet but I assume its creature related. I also found out that I have a mate, and he is a veela; the only problem with this situation is that my mate came into his inheritance fifty years ago" he paused at Hermione's knowing gasp, she figured it out.

"Does this have anything to do with you going back in time during third year, about what you wouldn't tell me Harry?" Hermione asked her eyes worried; Harry nodded.

"I'm guessing that it has everything to do with that time, since this bond waited until I was sixteen before activating, and not the other way around...and yes Ron I did say he" Harry deadpanned at Ron's whispered 'blimey'.

"So all the crazy stuff that you've been doing this year was because of the bond between the two of you...oh Harry" Hermione sighed relieved. Ginny made a muffled sound, before excusing her self. Harry had forgotten that she had a crush on him, and sighed as the door slid shut quietly.

"...There's another thing too," Harry had decided to omit the part about Tom being his mortal enemy but Dumbledore he couldn't forgive.

"He's an orphan and Dumbledore knows that, yet he's sending him back to the orphanage for the summer...he only changed a few months ago...and with me so far away he might be in some trouble this summer," Harry explained, clenching his fists tightly.

"But, but why would Dumbledore do such a thing, he must already know that your mates a veela...this is horrible" Hermione gasped, clutching Ron's arm.

"So he's the one you've been talking to at night Harry?" Harry turned to Ron eyes wide, "Urm yeah seems you forgot to put a silencing charm once or twice..." Ron answered sheepishly turning red offsetting his hair.

Harry chuckled despite the serious mood in the small room. "It's alright Ron; yes he's been having trouble getting to sleep since Dumbledore told him about his summer accommodations"

Hermione sat up levelling Harry with a motherly glare, "Harry you haven't done that yet have you" she questioned, Harry smiled, and Ron gasped.

"Hermione!" then he turned to Harry, "and you...Harry!" Ron spluttered, his face looked like it was about to explode, it was so red.

Harry was having a fit, wiping his eyes as he caught his breath. "Oh Merlin...no Hermione he's not ready for such a step yet, although I wouldn't mind" Hermione looked at him shrewdly.

"Fine but you better be prepared" at Ron's surprised gasp, she turned to him, "And you too, going on like that you had better be prepared for such things as well" Hermione chastised the poor boy. Harry watched on, a smile playing on his lips, he felt better about telling them now.

"I get it, I get it Harry stop her!" Ron cried, backing away from the irate witch. Harry laughed, moving to assist.

~*~

August 1997

Harry fell onto his bed, burying his face in to his pillow. He tried to hold it back but he couldn't as he sobbed into his bedding. He did all he could but he was late; he let him down. The moment Tom stepped into the rundown orphanage, it seemed that everyone man, woman, child were drawn to him. Like moths to a flame, everywhere he looked there was someone trying to touch him.

The short brunette spent most of his time in his room, even though he shared it with three other boys, two were a year older, and one a coupled of years younger. The older ones didn't like how popular Tom was; the younger one kept to him self, but you could see the dislike in his eyes. For most of the summer, Harry had kept a constant watch on Tom and was his guard sending off warning blasts of magic whenever someone got too close.

Tom and his veela side had mostly merged, as did Harry and his other darker side; there was barely a difference between their personalities now. It seemed his darker side was much more irritable, and now the simplest things would set Harry off. Dudley had taken to spending the weekends out at his friend's houses and even enrolled for summer camp to get away from Harry.

So excuse Harry if he was a bit pissed when Tom told him that his constant attention was a bit too much, it wasn't that that he didn't appreciate it. Now Harry cursed himself for being so uptight, he knew all to well about being smothered.

FLASHBACK

Tom looked around feeling the absence of his mate. "H-Harry?" he called uncertainly, he didn't want him to leave like that, in fact he enjoyed his company. It was just the random blasting of people who looked at him that was getting out of control. Tom shivered, without Harry near he felt empty; he knew it was the veela in him making him feel like this but he couldn't help it.

He sat in the dark room for a while, trying to get his mind off of the fact that Harry left. His stomach grumbled, he noted that he missed dinner and moved to get off the thin bed. He left the dark room, and walked down the silent halls; something didn't feel right about this and his sent his magic out to test the air. He had gained an empathetic ability being able to feel emotions, and moods of people around him. Tom trembled at the animosity that gathered in the next room.

It seemed that most of the older orphans had gathered in the large common room. He remembered that today most of the adults had taken the younger children to see a show in the park down the road. Tom faltered, the kitchen was on the other side of the common room, and if he wanted dinner he would have to pass the group of hormone bound teenagers.

He tried to call for Harry once again, hoping that he still wasn't upset with him. The absence at the other end of the bond was like a slap in the face, and he shuddered at the cold. It seemed that the teens in the other room were waiting for him, knowing that he had missed dinner.

"Where's that freak roommate of yours Brutus?" a tall imposing teen asked. The stocky blonde lounging on the beat up couch laughed cruelly.

"Riddle, he's probably sitting in the room, don't worry he's gotta come out some time he's been in there all day" Brutus smirked, "as a matter a fact that's all he does, probably missing his freak boyfriend" he laughed. The other guys suddenly got louder, shouting things and laughing.

"Did you see him, who does he think he is?" one shouted, laughing as another mimicked a dramatic woman fainting.

"He's a friggin' pouf is what he is, bet he goes around kissing all the guys at his school" another added, they were dancing around, some making kissy faces at each other.

Tom thought that they looked like a group of monkeys; he wanted to kill them all for calling his Harry a freak, not to mention even thinking that he slept around. 'As if' he tensed when he felt someone behind him, he barely had time to move as he was grabbed from behind, a hand over his mouth muffling his shouts.

"Hey look who came to play guys" his captor laughed as all the other guys turned to look at him. Tom looked at their leering faces; he felt a fluttering sensation in his chest, almost like feathers preening. 'Oh god, no don't please don't' he thought desperately, as he tried to reign in his natural reaction to so much attention.

The mood in the room dipped; and all he saw was red their lust over powering him. He was held against his captor as the other boys seemed to be drawn to him, they eyed him longingly.

"Hey Brutus, you ever notice how cute he was?" a shorter blonde questioned, running his hands through Tom's hair, he flinched, moving away from his touch.

Brutus grabbed his collar roughly, Tom bit his lip, and buttons flew as his shirt was ripped off, "Hm, he's a boy...but he looks so girly, so tempting" the burly teen stated, feeling his overly sensitive skin.

Tom whimpered, where was he; 'Help me someone, Harry where are you' he called, his eyes shone a deep blue, his fangs grew out, biting the hand on his face.

"Ow, shit he bit me...Ayo what's this then, lookit guys Riddle's got fangs he does" the tall brunette holding him commented.

"His nails are sharp, make sure you keep him down there Matt" Tom thrashed as the one called Matt held his arms off to his sides, as Brutus straddled him.

"Heh, you had this coming for years Riddle" Brutus snarled, as he ordered another to keep watch.

Tom shut his eyes, all the time willing Harry to come back, to help him, he wouldn't complain again. He cried out as his jeans were removed, he was exposed and the remaining guys took this as an invitation to touch him.

The feel of their hands felt like burns across his skin, none of them were his mate, they weren't allowed to touch him like this; he wept in agony; trying but failing to shake them off.

It was at that moment that Harry feeling bad for getting angry like that reached across the bond, immediately feeling his distress. He managed to knock off the muscle heavy boy off of him, the one holding him down was forcefully repelled, hitting his head on the wall.

Tom curled in on himself, sobbing quietly. Harry growled at his mate's pain, it was his fault he knew he expressed his anger by directing his wild magic on those still heading for the distraught veela.

~*~

It was nearly an hour later, all around him his attackers lay about moaning in pain, or not moving at all. Harry had done a number on them; Tom noted absently reaching for his jeans. His hands were shaking badly; he could barely put them on, somehow he managed. Drawing his legs close to his chest, breathing sporadically, he tensed at the touch of his mate.

Unwillingly leaning into his touch, he turned away from him. "I hate you...I hate you, how could you leave me like that" Tom berated Harry, tears running down his face.

Harry held onto him tighter, his ghostly form unable to hold him properly but he did his best. 'I know, shhh I know' Harry cried the bond upset at him for going away like he did.

END FLASHBACK

Tom had finally gone to sleep, after his body stopped shaking; he slowly left the room, going back to his bed room. Harry had seen the coldness in his eyes, and blamed himself for causing it. He knew what he did was stupid, Tom had told him that his veela side loved attention and would accept it no matter if it was good or bad.

Harry moved from his spot on the bed, he was seventeen now, he could leave this place if he wanted to. He had grown again, not by much he now stood at an even 6', and his body was even more filled out that before, his hair was much longer now as well; falling past his shoulders in wild curls. He looked very intimidating when he was angry, and right now he looked greatly irritated; despite the fact that he was crying is eyes out a moment ago.

Harry sighed; picking himself up, his trunk was packed as he had never unpacked it only removing some things from it when needed. He shrunk it putting it in his pocket, before opening Hedwig's cage, letting her out. She hooted at him, sending him a sympathetic look, Harry smiled. "You know where to go" he said scratching her feathers, she nipped him before flying off.

He trudged down the steps, walking into the small kitchen; he was feeling hungry; probably because Tom was still hungry. He passed the Dursleys sitting in the living room watching the evening programs on the telly. Harry huffed, making himself a sandwich, as just his presence in the room seemed to make the small family tense.

Harry looked at the small group, making sure to look as imposing and threatening as he could manage.

"I'm leaving, you don't have to worry I won't be coming back so thanks for all the years I suppose" He paused, looking meaningfully at the sandwich before scowling "...what am I saying? Actually I hate you all and I hope you all go to hell" he snarled, taking a huge bite out of his sandwich, before leaving the room, Petunia nearly fainted, and Dudley whimpered.

Vernon glared at Harry, and made to go after him but stopped when all the knives in the kitchen suddenly flew at him. Harry turned to him, "Don't test me, I'm not in a good mood, as you can see" he stepped out the door, as a small knife sailed stopping a few centimetres from Vernon's face, before they all fell simultaneously. Vernon collapsed into a puddle in the ground.

~*~

Harry apparated outside of No.12 Grimmauld Place, entering the old house; no body was there, he didn't care. The portrait of Whalburga Black seemed to quiet when he entered, as if she knew who he was, she left her portrait quickly when he passed.

Harry sat in the living room, his magic wordless starting a fire warming the dark room. He needed to find Tom, but how would he be able to get to him. Voldemort in this time was already insane and most likely wouldn't recognize him; the only option was to go back in time.

'I won't leave him again' Harry swore.

Tenshibabe: So there we have it, I won't really be mentioning the Voldemort of Harry's time much, so sorry. Was the flash back too much, too little? I know it wasn't very detailed, did it seem rushed? Lemme know what you all think R&R