Tenshibabe: They will meet in this chapter, and stuff will happen...pretty much, yea.
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 4: Discord
To take one step at a time; there's no need to rush.
It's like learning to fly, or falling in love;
It's gonna happen when it's supposed to happen
And we find the reasons why; one step at a time
~Jordin Sparks: One Step at a Time
September 15, 1997
Harry had been drifting through the days; the work was harder, but doable. Hermione and Ron had become a couple, unsurprisingly. When they asked about his mate he tensed, refusing to talk about it, they assumed that something bad had happened, and stayed away from the topic.
The Death Eaters were more active as of late, and Dumbledore had doubled the amount of meetings to prepare. Still Harry didn't go to the order meetings that were held every two weeks he wasn't going to fight Voldemort so what was the point; he had half the mind to tell them too, their nagging was quite bothersome.
Harry sighed irritated, as he shut the ancient book he was reading. He was sitting in the common room, having a free period first class was free time for most students; such as Seamus and Ron who were play a quite loud game of exploding snap. For Harry it was a time for research, he noted the way Hermione was watching him it wasn't an odd sight nowadays to catch him reading huge books as it used to be.
He placed the old tomb on top of the small pile on the floor beside him, rubbing his eyes he growled quietly. This was getting him no where; the most these books touched on time-travel was just to explain how dangerous it was, and the more detailed theories about the magic of it. He was a bit upset now that they destroyed the box of time turners during their raid on the ministry of magic. Harry ran his fingers through his hair, exposing his well hidden curse mark for a fleeting moment; before rising abandoning his seat and moving towards the portrait door.
"Harry, are you alright, you seem I dunno... stressed lately" Hermione called to him, as he passed her.
Harry paused, tired green eyes blinking for a moment, before addressing the worried witch. "Ah, it's alright 'mione, I suppose it's the bond nearing its limit" he rationalized, smiling slightly.
Hermione gasped, looking even more worried now than before. Harry inwardly cursed; he shouldn't have mentioned that, now she would worry more.
"Harry...it's been how long again since your bond was created, don't lie to me Harry" Hermione glared at the fatigued teen. Harry sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose; he just wanted to relax somewhere quiet.
"Look, Hermione I know what the consequences are, trust me I'm working on it, I am so don't worry," he smiled, "I'm fine alright" he finished, squeezing her shoulders before escaping through the open portrait door, speeding down the hall before she could catch up with him.
~*~
Harry was now walking down the seventh floor hallway, a scowl set upon his face; his mood swings were becoming more frequent. Mostly due to his separation from Tom, it had been nearly a year since his mate changed and if they didn't consummate the bond, it was going to become dangerous for both of them; he was running out of time.
He had racked his brain for nearly a month trying to figure out a way to get to the past, he was at a loss. Time travelling used very old and unstable magic, and he didn't have to patience to brew a potion, most took years, he didn't have that kind of time.
He was on his way to the Room of Requirement, when he felt the bond send him images. Harry growled, his magic flaring wildly, as he saw a large Ravenclaw pin his mate to the wall, intent on assaulting the boy. Harry snarled they were at it again; it wasn't safe for Tom to be there without him. He let out an aggravated sigh as Tom shook him off, barely avoiding the others, as he managed to find an empty passage to duck into.
Everywhere he went people were drawn to him, and Tom was getting sick of it. Harry sent calming waves through the bond. When he was able to catch his breath, Harry told him to go to the room of requirement; they wouldn't be able to bother him there, he nodded. Tom slipped out the back door, slinking quietly through the hall's, this was happening much too often these days, Tom frowned a dark look passing over his face.
Harry had been at Tom's side constantly since that time at the orphanage; he refused to let the veela be alone. Tom seemed to forgive him, but he still held that cold look when ever he thought about that time, if Harry hadn't come when he did, he didn't dwell on that thought for long.
Harry paced in front of the room, his mind focused solely on his mate, he didn't even notice when the door appeared. He was drawn out of his thoughts when the door creaked opened, Harry looked up; what did he ask the room for? He didn't know, and the dark; and dense fog that seemed contained in the room looked oppressing.
Harry huffed, stepping to the room, dark rooms didn't scare him; and correct him if he was wrong but he had asked for this, so he walked in the room. He closed the door behind him, looking around the small room. It was filled completely with a thick fog, which seemed to circle around the middle of the room. Harry noticed that there was something standing in the middle of the room.
He stepped up to the object and found it to be a very tall and wide mirror; Harry observed it, it looked like the mirror of Erside, but different he didn't know how but the feeling of this mirror was completely different, foreign even. Harry then looked into the mirror, and wasn't surprised to see himself, but then the image suddenly changed going blurry then smoothing out to show an equally shocked Tom standing on the other side.
Harry stared at the mirror frozen in astonishment.
"Tom..." Harry stated in awe moving closer to the image; his attention focused solely on dark hair and troubled blue eyes.
He could feel the magic of their bond flow through the mirror as if there was a connection there. Was this what he asked for, for a way to be with Tom?
The visibly exhausted brunette twitched suddenly after hearing his voice; looking up at Harry's confused image. He stared warily for a moment before moving towards Harry; he was stopped short as the room started to spin. Holding his temple he felt dizzy, and he was tired, too tired.
Harry jumped as Tom began to sway dangerously; he didn't think he just acted. Moving to his mate's side, and catching the exhausted veela. Harry felt a vibration shake his body, their magic seemed to pulsate, as he held his mate for the first time since their 'change', he drew the smaller body tighter to his, heart pounding loudly. 'He's here, I'm here...'
~*~
It was a while later that Tom awoke, blinking slowly; he felt so peaceful here, so warm and...Wait his pillow was breathing. Tom sat up suddenly, looking at his 'pillow' in alarm; he saw the most alluring boy quietly sleeping. Something clicked as he watched the boy, wild dark hair, lightly tanned skin, a body like a model... 'Harry?' Tom nearly choked; his mate was finally here with him in the flesh, it was like a dream and Tom fought the urge to pinch himself.
Tearing his eyes away from the sleeping boy, Tom noticed they were on a very large bed, and there was a roaring fire in a huge fireplace in front of the bed. 'How long was I sleeping?' Tom thought, looking at his watch he frowned noting the huge crack marring the smooth surface. 'It must've broke when I was being chased...' he trailed off, looking nervously at the door.
Stepping off the bed he moved silently to the door, he opened it slowly, peering out into the deserted halls. It seemed fairly calm, Tom sighed relieved.
"I most certainly hope you weren't planning on leaving..." Tom jumped, turning quickly to see Harry sitting on the edge of the bed, watching him with calm green eyes. He shut the door, leaning back against it all the while keeping eye contact.
"Harry..."
The aforementioned one smiled cheekily, "The one and only, you gave me quite a scare there; are you sure your feeling well?" Harry questioned, a serious frown replacing his smile.
Tom huffed, lowering his gaze "...sorry, I just don't seem to have much of an appetite lately" he answered, wrapping his arms around his middle.
Harry frowned, and in the next instant was standing before the brunette; pale blue orbs looked up at him uncertainly as he leaned over him, removing his hands and holding them up against the door.
He gasped, as his wrists were squeezed tightly. "W-what are you doing...Harr-"
He was cut off as Harry caught his lips in a bruising kiss. He was pushed back against the door, arms now held above his head, the kiss becoming more intimate as Harry bit his bottom lip demanding entrance. Tom moaned, and quickly grew accustomed to the feel of his tongue, his fingers twitched in Harry's grasp.
Harry's right hand moved to unbutton his shirt, exposing the veela's smooth milky skin. Tom felt a smirk against his lips, and whined nearly breaking the kiss as his nipple was roughly pinched, causing him to arch into his touch.
"Ah...H-arr" he moaned, leaning his head against the others shoulder as his neck was bitten gently, claim mark blazing at the contact. His hands were released, and he quickly grasped onto Harry's shirt as he then violently sucked on the mark, Tom was held against the door as his knee's buckled, he winced, body shaking.
Harry continued leaving the now smoldering mark; teasing his bruised nipples for moment before continuing downwards. Tom whimpered, as he heard the clink of his belt; and the subsequent rustle of clothing as his jeans were removed. They've done this many times before, but this time was different, he was really here this time. He jerked as he felt his mates touch for the first time, and the sensation nearly made him release right there.
"'arry...Ah-" he started suddenly leaning his head back against the door, as he was enveloped in a wet heat, his nails scraping the stone leaving marks, his fangs glinted in the dim light. He trembled as he was held up back grinding against the stone, Harry's tongue doing wicked things to him.
Harry drew back to the tip, and blew on the slit, causing Tom to cry out arching into his touch, Harry had to hold him down; he sobbed angrily.
He was so far gone already, Harry noted this and reaching up rubbed his entrance, sending a shiver through the over stimulated teen's body; calling Harry's name, he released panting, face hot and a thin line of blood ran down his chin his lips red.
Harry licked him dry, catching him as his legs gave out on him. Harry chuckled, lifting the smaller one into his arms bridal style. Tom turned bleary blue eyes to him, "Harry...you-what about..." he started, but was stopped short as he was placed onto the bed, Harry as his pillow once again.
"Don't worry about me, shhh sleep now you look tired" Harry consoled, smiling slightly.
Tom glared, "Whose fault do you think that is?" he shot back tiredly, but leaned into his arms nonetheless. In a matter of minutes he was out cold, their magic connecting, re-building their wavering bond.
Harry sighed, he was still painfully erect; darn his stupid Gryffindor conscience. Looking at his mate, he just couldn't bring himself to bed the veela now; their bond was still unstable after being separated for so long. Casting a tempus, he was surprised to note that it was nearly two hours till dinner and that Tom had missed the whole day's classes.
Still he would rather him be here, than out there where nearly the entire population of the school was trying to molest him. Just what was going here, how could the Headmaster or Dumbledore for that matter let things get so out of hand? Harry growled, well he was here now, and nobody-nobody was getting near Tom if he had anything to say about it.
~*~
Headmaster's Office
Professor Armando Dippet sighed his age showing clearly on his wrinkled face. He stood looking solemnly over the grounds of the ancient castle; a sad look in his eyes. Through his eyes he could see two students a red headed Gryffindor as he joked with a young blond. Their bright blue eyes shone with intelligence and promise both strong in their own rights.
"Where did they go wrong, where did I go wrong..." Dippet sighed, regretfully; he looked again and saw the two friends as they were now, one a dark lord and the other though he may not look it, had the makings of a dark wizard. 'So deceitful, a snake in lion's clothing' Dippet thought scornfully, scowling at the thought of his deputy Headmaster.
He moved to his seat, looking at all the papers and scrolls stacked there, the one on top he read with a frown. 'Thomas hasn't been to any of his classes in four days' Dippet scowled, incinerating the scroll with Dumbledore's neat scrawl upon it.
Obviously the boy wouldn't go to his classes, everywhere he goes he is hounded by lust driven students, even his staff were enamored by the young veela. He sighed, but this was also his fault as well, for falling into Albus's plan so perfectly, he should be present at all meals to oversee his students, to make them feel safe at Hogwarts.
Instead here he was holed up in his office, listening to his second in command instead of taking charge; though at the time Albus's proposition sounded harmless...now that he thought about it he knew his decision was foolish.
When Albus came to him asking for his opinion on Riddles' summer accommodations, he relented to him, as he always handled such matters Dippet trusted him to make the correct decisions, only to learn from Madam Fairweather that Thomas was sent back to that place with all those muggles. The boy was a veela for Merlin's sake, a magical creature protected by law.
Dippet sighed calming his self, pouring himself a glass of wine taking a small sip. He should have known something was strange when Albus kept on scheduling meetings during all meal times, making him unable to leave at all. He only recently caught wind of the abnormal behaviour of the student body and after a while he puzzled together why Albus would do such a thing.
It was obvious that Riddle's mate was strong, and Dippet figured that Albus though that if he constantly put Tom in danger is mate would somehow show up one day to protect him. If that was the case, not only would he have a traumatized student, but an angry mate to deal with. Headmaster Dippet frowned he'd go to dinner tonight, he'll cancel any of Albus's pre made plans; he'll put his fist down for the sake of his students.
~*~
It was about thirty minutes to dinner, and Harry knew that if he wanted to stay with Tom, he'd have to get sorted. He had spent most of the hour thinking up a background story and an alias for him self. As long as Tom knew who he was he didn't care about what anyone else speculated. Harry looked at his mate; he was out cold like he hadn't slept in days.
Harry scowled; someone was going to pay for this. He plotted; running is hands through his soft locks, before caressing the still burning claim mark. Harry raised an eyebrow; he didn't mean to bite it that hard, and almost as if disagreeing with him it pulsed, getting darker in color before it started bleeding. Tom whined, grimacing at the pain before he groaned.
Harry twitched he was hard again, 'Shit...' Tom bit his lip, his fangs that hadn't gone yet pierced his skin. His mark was bleeding freely now, Harry didn't know what to do. Thinking on his feet, he lifted the brunette; lightly licking the mark, hold him close as he started to struggle, fisting his hands in his shirt, and calming the furiously burning mark.
Tom seemed to have gone limp in his arms, breathing deeply for a few moments before he turned to talk to Harry's neck. "Harry, are you sure you don't-" He growled, cutting off the other teen.
"I'm alright, it's almost dinner, and we need to visit the Headmaster...c'mon get dressed" Harry stated, stepping away from the crestfallen veela. Tom watched his mate, pace the room for a moment before moving to put on his pants, quickly buttoning his shirt, the cotton brushing against his sensitive chest.
"Ahnn...darn" Tom shivered at the feeling, not noticing the hunger in Harry's eyes. Harry turned to the door quickly; Tom moved to go after him.
"I know a shortcut" Harry stated, grabbing Tom's hand, his mask in place successfully hiding his emotions.
'Thank Merlin for long robes...'he thought to himself as five minutes later they stood in front of the stone gargoyle.
The creature blinked its sleepy granite eyes, looking between the two suspiciously.
"Password"
Harry looked to Tom, and he answered, "Great minds-"
"-think alike" a smooth voice finished. As the stairway opened, Harry and Tom turned to meet the cold amethyst glare.
Tenshibabe: Oh man a cliffy shoot I'm a real stinker. Well it's not like people can't guess who it is anyways. So Harry and Tom had a moment or two, yea and we see a little into Dumbledore's psyche. So as you all can tell I've been updating weekly, and I want to keep this up, but for the life of me I just can't seem to get chapter 5 to work....so we'll see, I just might get some inspiration and update on time for you guys. 6.-
On another note, sorry if the chapters seem to be getting shorter, I'll try to make them longer... Anyways thank you for your support you guys are the best! R&R plz