Tenshibabe: So finally decided what hybrid of Magical Creature Harry should be, and I ended up creating my own instead so tell me what you think, I hope it's not too strange...err 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 6: Confusion


If I could be your angel

Protect you from the pain

I'll keep you safe from danger

You'll never hurt again

~Natasha Bedingfield: ANGEL

Tom's POV

I sighed tiredly as the ornate sink slid into place over the hidden entrance. Shrinking the books I had picked out of the secret library; I quickly fixed my cloak before exiting the dreary washroom. I had been down in the Chamber of Secrets since dinner ended; it was a hassle to get out of the common room everyone wanted to know about the new student.

I groaned inwardly, unable to believe that he actually got in. I frowned, it's not like I didn't expect him to; it just that he was in Gryffindor before wasn't he? Gryffindors don't suddenly get re-sorted into Slytherins; Hufflepuffs maybe. I huffed, calming myself as I made my way to my dorms.

On top of being sorted, why did his eyes suddenly change color? I mean it wasn't even an expected color his eyes were glowing and snake like. Was it because of something the hat said to him; he was under there for quite awhile. I don't understand; which is something I'm not used to I don't like not knowing something. I fingered the three shrunken volumes hidden in my pocket. Usually books not found in the library are found in the other library in the Chamber. One of these books must have at least a name or a clue for what type of creature Harry is.

I stop in front of portrait leading to the dorm of the Head Boy. I looked up at the sleeping serpent coiled about a sheathed sword; Gryffindors sword if I'm not mistaken, which I rarely am.

"Regalisss" I hissed; the snake looked at me for a moment.

"Ah...it's you, sssomething ssstrange has happened-" he stated, flicking his forked tongue.

I looked at it warily, waiting for him to continue. "Well, you'll sssee for yourssself..." he hisses, opening the doors. I narrowed my eyes at the vagueness of that statement; I entered the room and found nothing really odd. I went to my bedroom, only to find not only my things missing, but that the room was empty.

I glared at the bare walls; if this was a joke someone was going to pay dearly. After a moment, I decided to go see the Headmaster; calm and collected was the way to approach these situations; although inside I was seething. Stalking out into the desolate hallway once more, I didn't have to go far as the Headmaster came around the corner looking suitably shaken up.

'Oh right, he took Harry somewhere didn't he?' I realized as he came up to me.

"Ah, Thomas" I twitched. "I was just coming to get you" I raised a brow at his statement.

"Yes, it seems that Mister Moore wanted the both of you to share a separate set of rooms, of you own" he finished, signaling for me to follow him.

So that's where all of my things went, now that I've thought about it, it did make sense to get our own room; which I am sure Harry would want to have warded; less chance of having people just popping in. I narrowed my eyes, 'People such as Dumbledore for instance'

As we entered the hall, I immediately felt the strong pulse of Harry's magic clouding the empty passageway-the headmaster did as well, judging be the way he tensed just now. I shuddered, as I felt the strands of magic coast over me; making me lightheaded from the overdose-and for a moment the hall seemed to fade in and out of focus before everything went blurry.

I lost my balance, leaning against the cool stonewalls. Through the buzzing in my ears I could hear the Headmaster calling for Harry. I closed my eyes; head pounding...it was as if all that excess magic was being absorbed; I groaned, fingers twitching.

~*~

When I came to, I found myself in a dark room; I was lying on cool surface. My arms and legs seemed to weigh a ton; though it was like I was sleeping for years, my body felt recharged. All that extra magic was already tuned in with my own. There was a slight movement to my right; I couldn't move my head, it just felt like to much work at the moment.

There was a bright light; I hissed trying to shield my eyes from the obtrusive glare. The light quickly dimmed, I heard a muttered apology; before I felt cool hands run through my hair.

"Hey, are you alright?" I knew it was Harry; and I made to answer but all that came out was a short whimper that caused my throat to hurt. 'Just what was that anyways?' I thought, relaxing slightly as he kept running his fingers through my hair.

"That was strange wasn't it...the Headmaster was banging on the door, by the time I got to you-you were already out of it" I tensed, Harry continued, "He said that there was huge amount of wild magic in the air and then it was almost as if your magic absorbed it all"

I glared up at him, I wanted to ask if he was okay but I didn't, not that I couldn't I was feeling a lot better; it was just that I didn't know how per se. He turned to me smiling slightly before leaning over me, effectively holding me place, not that I could go anywhere to begin with.

I felt his warm breath tickle my neck, "...'m fine" he stated softly, biting my ear. I squirmed, when I felt a warm hand slid under my shirt, my body arching to his touch. I bit back a moan, as he kissed down my throat; I raised a hand to tangle in his hair. I hissed, when he ripped open my shirt, exposing my already oversensitive body to the cool room.

He kissed me suddenly, as his hands moved down my chest. I moaned, taking him in as he removed my pants. I shuddered as he bit my lip softly, his hands running over my thighs. I tense as he grabs my cock, hissing as he squeezes painfully.

"W-what are...?" I start, but am cut off as he kisses me once again, holding me down as he rubs me roughly. I jump, there was something wrong here, the magic in the air was Harry's yes, but the feeling was off.

I whimper as he fingers my entrance, tensing as he enters a finger. I wasn't ready for this...I told him, and he promised...I winced as he added another finger.

"Stop...Harry st-top" I try to get through to him; he abandons my cock, looking up at me with those glowing red orbs. 'How could I have not noticed?' he licked his lips, exposing those white fangs of his.

I tensed, trying to move away as he advanced on me; his fingers moved within me, I grabbed the sheets, shaking my head. "Harry stop...you promised me...you" I try again faltering as he sent me a feral grin. I pause, as he waves his hand, there was cold, and wet feeling inside me; another wave and he were in his boxers.

It seemed my veela side finally caught up with me, my body began to respond to his touch, even though I didn't want to. I stifled a sob as he came up to me, licking my cheek. "Relax" he hissed to me in parseltongue, my eyes widened, and my hips bucked as he added another finger.

I tried, as he said to relax, but I couldn't my body was shaking and I was close to hyperventilating, my heart was beating so fast. His fingers moved, stretching me; I closed my eyes refusing it, this was not my Harry. My nails ripped into the bedding as he continued, before removing his fingers. I bit my lip as he replaced them with something much bigger.

I couldn't take it, he was really going to do it; I don't want it. I growled looking at his red eyed glare. "Harry I said stop...you told me you'd wait....Harry!" I shout angrily as he glared at me, holding down my hands growling menacingly, eyes glinting. "...please Harry..." I sobbed, as he crushed my wrists in his grip.

I flinched as he pressed against my opening, shouting as my wings came out, my magic expelling him. Harry growled his forehead was bleeding; his eyes were going from red to green fighting with each other. I couldn't move he still held my wrists down, I felt the blood trickle down my back. I looked up at him, calling his name.

"...Tom, argh my head" he growled, wiping the blood from his eyes, I flinched when he moved to touch me. He blinked at me with tired green eyes; there was something different about them though...his pupils were slit, snake like eyes.

"Shit, Tom...what did I do?" he looked at me, before looking at himself. He growled suddenly, letting go of my hands to hold my shoulders, "Shit, please...please tell me I didn't, please Tom I-I'm..." he looked at me moving to rub my cheeks, my eyes widened; wings fluttering wildly as I moved away from him.

I couldn't look at him, my wings moved to cover me. I heard him muttering to himself. "Tom, baby please look at me...you know that I would never do anything to hurt you, I'd rather die I could-" I frowned.

"Harry, did you hear me?" I asked; he stopped looking at me strangely.

"What...?" he questioned, shoulders slumping. I glared at him, pinning him with my stare.

"I said did you hear me...during that whole ordeal did you once hear me when I asked, even begged you to stop!" I shouted, at his surprised face. I clenched my fists, gritting my teeth my heart was beating loudly, this was too much. I looked up to find that Harry was holding my hands, just inches away from my face.

"Tom...what's wrong with me, is this...the kind of creature I am?" he was shaking; I reached out to pull him closer to me our foreheads touching. "I've been trying to fight it the entire evening, this-this thing that I've become you wouldn't believe the things I saw, what it wanted me to do; that was probably where all that excess magic came from" I ran my fingers through his hair, like he had done for me.

Harry looked up at me, his snake like eyes shining in the dark room. "Did I hurt you...please Tom, tell me...I heard you telling me to stop, I tried...I didn't want you to look at me like that" I shivered at his words; he pulled me towards him, rubbing my back which was still coated with blood.

I winced as my wings retracted, leaving a flurry of feathers in their wake. I leaned on his shoulder; shaking my head. "I-I don't know what to say Harry, how can I be sure that this won't happen again, that I could stay with you with out fear that you'd do something like that again" I questioned, gripping his shoulders; he wrapped his arms around me.

"I'm sorry..." he whispered, clinging to me.

~*~

Harry's POV

I looked over at Tom; it took him a while to fall asleep this time. He was trying to be discreet about it, I know, but I still felt him watching me the entire time. I sighed, closing the door to our room. I still can't believe that I, that I almost...I rubbed my eyes, holding my head. How could I do that to him, he's okay with me touching him, but he wants to wait.

I respect that, yet I have to remember that he is a veela, and if he doesn't consummate this bond then he might die. Still it's his call, whenever he's ready, I won't push him, I won't...

'...please Harry...'

I grunted, grabbing my broom and my cloak I left the room. Heading out onto the grounds of the castle; I just needed some air. After a couple of laps around the quiddich pitch I flew over the rest of the area.

The night air was warm, yet the wind was cool. The stars were just beginning to show, I flew over to the forbidden forest. I spotted a small clearing close to the border of the forest, where it extended past the school. I landed, collapsing on the wet grass.

I don't know how long I laid there, a while ago I know I was crying be they tears of frustration or for Tom, I don't know. Somewhere during that time I also thought of Ron and Hermione, I wondered how they were, if they missed me. If she were here 'mione could probably find out what I am, if my behaviour as of late is normal or am I defective. Julius doesn't randomly rape his mate...if he has one-he should if we are of the same species.

I rolled my eyes, how would I know what that little prick does to his mate or not. I don't know him, yet he hates me I can just feel it. When he smiles at us it's almost as if he wants to destroy us with his mind. I shuddered, at the thought, that boy was creepy. I sit up, rubbing my eyes; I tense as I hear a sound coming from the bushes nearby. Reaching for my wand, I wait for the bushes to part.

I curse as a huge, black and silver snake slithers through the bushes, flattening them as it passes. I back away as it turns it red eyed gaze on me; its tongue flitting out. It kept eye contact with me, as it slowly moved out of the bushes, taking up most of the small clearing. Looking at it, I was surprised to find a huge gash near the middle of its long body, bleeding profusely.

It continued to glare at me, despite the fact that it was badly wounded. I paused, as it seemed to size me up, before it rose up baring its fangs. I had to step back; it was more that half my height and it seemed to be taller than me. My back hit a tree, and it reared up about to attack.

"Ssstop" I hissed loudly, the snake suddenly stopped.

I looked at it; venom dripping from its fangs, red orbs assessed me once more. "So you can speak...interessting, there has never been one of your kind to be gifted with the serpentsss tongue" he said, it was clearly a male, well by the voice anyways I've never seen this species of snake before.

"What do you mean 'my kind' there have been plenty of wizards that can speak with snakes" I questioned, as he towered above me, glaring once more.

"Not wizards you imbecile, I was talking about you...young Magus" he seemed to find me of no harm as he moved back, slithering back into the clearing. I stood dumbfounded, he knew what I was. I turned to him, to find a dark aura surrounding him. "Hey, what are you doing?" I called, moving closer to him; dang, I forgot that he was wounded.

I waited until the dark glow dissipated, shocked to find a boy about nineteen or twenty. He had lightly tanned skin, long ink black hair, with sliver bangs that framed his face. His fangs glinted in the moonlight his irritated red eyes glared at the somewhere off in the distance.

"Um...are you okay?" I asked, stepping back as he suddenly hissed at me. It was then that I realized that he wasn't actually wearing anything; his hair was covering him before. I transfigured some pants from some nearby leaves, tossing them to him. He caught the clothing with a swift movement, kohl dressed eyes looked at the pants before he turned to me.

"Why are you still here, helping me?" He asked in parseltongue, doesn't he know how to speak English, he can understand it all snakes can. He continued to glare at me, before flinching, holding his stomach, doubling over in pain.

"Let me help you," I started, moving to him. He jolted at my touch pulling back, his blacken nails dripping venom. "I just want to help, I won't do anything...I promise, I can't lie to you" I assured, as he looked at me once more, before reluctantly dropping his hand. I nodded, moving his other hand; exposing the huge and deep wound. I hissed at the sight, this was beyond my prowess.

By looking at him I knew that he wouldn't want to see the medi-witch. I didn't know what to do, it could be infected, or have something lodged in there and I didn't want to take a chance. I looked at him; he was watching me with those dark eyes. I shuddered, he had a slight feminine quality about him was it the long hair or the petite mouth or was it the eye makeup.

"What are you looking at, can you fix it or not" he snapped at me, I blushed, deciding to clean up the wound first. I heard him hiss as I used wand less magic to clear up the excess blood. Even without the blood smeared all over, it still looked dangerous. I sighed; conjuring up some bandages, which I used to wrap the freshly cleaned wound. 'He'll need stitches though...'

"You need to see someone who could stitch up your wound" I state, looking up at him, flinching at the deathly glare.

"So you want me to come with you...where?" he asked, he was getting anxious, he probably never had a wound like this before...just what kind of creature was he; a snake able to shift into a human-like form.

"To the castle, Hogwarts, it's a school for wizards and witches, I'm pretty sure my mate would be able to help you" I finish, he tensed at the word mate, I wondered why. He seemed to think it over for a moment, looking at my broom before looking out in the direction of the castle.

"I can't shift back to my snake form, when my energy is low I change back to my human-like body, unless your broom could carry us both" he said with a slight smile, his eyes glowing.

I squirmed under his gaze; something about the way he was looking at me gave me chills. "I can carry you, but you'll have to hold onto me...err, or maybe I should hold onto you...are you alright?" I asked as he clutched his wound, blood was seeping through the gauze.

He nodded, snapped his fingers, and a pair of tight dark leather pants appeared covering him. A dark cloak appeared around his shoulders, he moved to stand, swaying unsteadily. I helped him stand, calling for my broom, I set it to a hover. I didn't mention the fact that he disregarded the pair of transfigured pants lying on the ground; I just hoped that Tom wouldn't mind helping him.

I jolted, as he leaned against my chest, clutching my shirt...just like how Tom held onto me. I gulped, just what would Tom think of this.

~*~

I entered our shared room, he was bleeding freely now, it seemed he was fighting to stay conscious. I set him on the couch, telling him that I'd be back in a moment, but I don't think he heard me. I stalled for a moment, before going to our room.

It was still dark, but I could see the low light I left on still burning. "Tom, are you awake" I asked, moving to stand beside him. He turned glaring daggers at me, looking me over.

"I've been awake ever since you decided to take a trip and leave for nearly half the night, where have you been, Harry" Tom asked glaring at me, sitting up when he noticed the blood stain on my shirt.

"...Tom, how good are you at healing spells" he looked at me curiously, as I took him into the living room, where the snake-boy was.

"Merlin, what happened to him...?" Tom questioned, moving towards the prone body, moving to remove the gauze. I was surprised that he didn't fight Tom; instead he seemed to glare at me the entire time.

After about an hour, Tom finished wrapping the wound. Turning to the boy, with a smile; "It's done, now I have some questions to ask you if you don't mind; who are you, and what do you want with Harry" Tom asserted, I blinked he was watching me again.

"My name is Myurr, I come from the Underworld, and I'm one of the three Demon Princes" Tom's eyes widened, it seems he'd heard of this Myurr character before.

"So, you can shift...is that how you got your wound then?" Tom asked, switching to parseltongue, Myurr wasn't as surprised as he was when he found that I spoke it though, I narrowed my eyes.

"I haven't been to the surface for a while, left unattended, your kind seemed to have grown exponentially, I got attacked by one yesterday" he stated, looking at me.

'There he goes again with that your kind stuff' I look at Tom as he growls at Myurr.

"You know what Harry is then, how much do you know" Tom questioned, clenching his fists, as he waited.

"Harry is, as they say an Ignis Magus; a rare hybrid species that is a cross between a dragon changeling and an fire elemental; there aren't many and only certain wizarding families ever see a Magus in their line as a new one is born every 100 to 200 years-" Myurr is cut off as Tom leaves for the bedroom, coming back a few moments later with a small book.

"What do you mean, you got attacked by one yesterday" I asked, Tom was flipping through the book, intent on finding such a creature. Myurr frowned, looking at me.

"As I said, your kind has grown quicker that we've anticipated, and their preparing to choose the new leader, I was sent out to make sure that there were no disruptions with the treaties we've made when I was attacked by a Magus," Myurr summarized, I pondered this for a moment, it could have been Julius...

"What did they look like?"

"Hn, he was strong one, with hair looking like a flame, he had the ability to manipulate fire when his eyes were gold, but when his eyes changed to green he could use the power of the earth...he clearly has some elfin magic in his line"

So it wasn't Julius that was for sure; I paused as Tom closed the book sighing.

"There was only a small mention of Ignis Magus in here, Harry this guy seems to know a lot more about you that any book does" Tom admitted, glaring at Myurr, who just smiled as he braided his long hair.

"Its fine, I don't want much, just let me stay here, and I'll give you all the information you want; it seems as if that red headed one was heading here as well so it works out" Myurr finished, tossing his braid behind him. Tom looked at me, I shrugged, and he got up going to our room.

"He's your guest, I'm going back to bed" Tom growled, clearly he was upset with me. `Great what`s next` I groaned, sitting on the couch beside Myurr.

The demon prince looked at me for a moment before turning to the fireplace. "I know something else about you as well...your not from this time are you?" Myurr said confident in his words. I looked at him, fingers clenched before rising from my seat.

Tossing a blanket at him, I turned to my room; "Goodnight Myurr" I growled before closing the door.

As I watched Tom sleeping beside me, I could only think of the words the sorting hat said to me '...there are those who seek to cause you and those close to you harm, heed my warning...'

I huffed; as I caressed his face grimacing as a small frown appeared across his features. 'But what if those seeking to cause Tom harm was me...'


Tenshibabe: Okay, so here we are, more new characters have appeared. Um, about the Ignis Magus, I know I made them up, I really wanted to try something different than the usual, vampire Harry or Snake Harry or just plain Evil Harry, so this is what I have...lemme know if you have any ideas on the behaviours of the Ignis Magus, that'll be appreciated.

On another note, we'll see Julius in the next chapter, and classes begin as well so yea we're moving on with a definite plot. :)

Regalis: Royalty (in Latin)

Ignis: Fire (in Latin)

Magus: Magical (in Latin)

Myurr: (I don't own him) He was a character from a book by authors Jackson and Livingston; in which he was proclaimed one of the three Snake Demon Princes, along with Sith (more commonly known)...I forgot the name of the other prince. Well, just a mini disclaimer that I don't own him, and if you want more information on them just Google: Demon Prince Myurr.

Yeah, so as I said before, I hope that no one has any problems with what Harry's creature side turned out to be, there will be more information as the story goes on so, um R&R!