Tenshibabe: Kyaah! Sorry for the wait! Hope you enjoy this chapter, too. ^.-

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'

"Parseltongue"

Till the End of Time

Chapter 7: Drowning in You

If I could fall into the sky

Do you think time, will pass us by?

'Cause you know I'd walk a thousand miles

If I could just see you, if I could just hold you,

Tonight

~Vanessa Carlton: A Thousand Miles

September 16, 1945

It was barely eight in the morning, but he knew that he was here-he could feel it. Reaching the portrait door, he had to calm himself, taking a few deep breaths before he saw him again. 'How dare he leave for a whole month' the brunette seethed, casting an annoyed look upon the figure in the painting.

The painting was of an angel with red wings, and flowing dark hair. Her nearly demonic pitch black orbs landed on Julius with contempt. "Hm oh and what do we, have here come to see him no doubt-well I'll have you know unless you can tell me a password..." the painting paused her tirade, upon seeing the scowl on his face, his eyes changing colour.

She rolled her eyes, "Oh, alright I get it, just don't destroy the place, or him" she surrendered, opening the door. Julius huffed, 'Stupid paintings' he crossed his arms as he entered the mostly dark room. The whole place was silent, and if it wasn't for the fact that he could feel him in here, Julius would have thought the place to be empty. Scanning the deserted common room, he moved onto the bedroom; there were noises coming from the bathroom signalling that he was in the shower. Julius growled quietly.

Deciding to wait for the other, Julius perched himself upon the king sized bed sitting in the middle of the dark room. Everything about his room was dark, the furniture, the curtains and carpets, the books, artefacts even the air in the place was dark. The brunette smirked; one would never guess that he was this dark, unless you knew him.

Julius's eyes snapped up when the door to the bathroom opened. Standing there dressed in only a pair of loose pyjama pants, tan chest bare displaying one of the two the faded scars on his person, the towel he was using to dry his bright crimson locks paused in its vigorous routine as gold speckled viridian orbs landed on the irritated brunette.

"Jules..." was the shocked reply.

Julius narrowed his eyes at the response, opting to forgo the usual greetings and get on with the reason he was here. "A month... you were gone a whole freakin' month-weren't you the one who said that separating for even a week was too much, and now your gallivanting around the planet for a month" Julius ranted, ignoring the dark look he was getting from the other.

"...I wasn't gallivanting about, you know where I went-" he started.

"Hmph, yeah sure you weren't; why were you there so long anyways found some old flame you wanted to catch up with" Julius sneered, cursing himself for letting his insecurities show, but he was angry dammit. The other scowled, not liking his tone one bit.

"Jules, I told you where I went, and what I was doing-you yourself set up the whole thing anyways; I apologize that I was gone for a whole month the mission ran on longer than expected, but" he paused, looking at the other wizard, "...there something else bothering you isn't there?" he asked, as he finished drying his hair, discarding the towel on a chair by the door.

Julius tensed, had he'd been that transparent? He turned away, the wayward locks brushing against his cheek. He winced, when he felt warm hands grab his hair, forcing Julius to look at him.

Golden eyes bore into him, causing the brunette to shudder. "What's upsetting you Jules?" he asked, as he caressed his cheek. Julius bit his lip, knocking away his hand from his face. There was a long pause; Julius clenched his fists before looking back at the other male.

"...You promise you weren't with someone else?" Julius asked voice barely above a whisper.

Golden eyes glowed in the semi darkness of the room, as he removed his hands from the soft brown hair. Snatching his hand instead, he leaned over the smaller one. "Jules...your my mate, you already know my answer" he replied, pushing the other back onto the bed.

Amethyst orbs searched the others gaze, seeming satisfied with whatever he found he reached up pulling the other down to him. "...prove it" he stated breathily, shifting slightly when his neck was bitten harshly.

Crimson hair seemed to burn in the darkness, as he licked the now revealed claim mark, blood red runes running along the brunettes pale neck.

"As you wish my prince" was the reply.

~*~

Tom shifted, as he felt a warm hand slid up his shirt. The constant warmth of his mate was calming his, otherwise hectic thoughts, as memories of last night bogged his thoughts. He was somewhat relieved to note that Harry was back to normal for the time being, and classes were cancelled this morning, which gave him some time to compose himself before appearing in front of anyone.

He sighed as the hand continued to caress him, biting back a moan as Harry's warm breath tickled his ear, kissing his neck.

"Morning, feeling better today" Harry asked as he continued to leave light kisses along his back. Tom shuddered, nodding.

"Harry...ah" Tom started, squirming as he felt something smooth and cool slide up his leg, coming up to his chest. Harry looked at his trembling mate, noting the blush spreading across his face.

"What's wrong..."Harry questioned, turning Tom to face him, he was breathing deeply cheeks overly flushed.

"Make it...stop..." he moaned, feeling the smooth body wrap around his chest.

Harry glared, noticing what was going on he removed the warm blanket covering them. 'Hn I was right, darn you Myurr' Harry growled, removing Tom's shirt, to glare at the quite large snake that had wrapped himself about the veela's body.

"Myurr, what are you doing?" Harry hissed red eyes looked back at him in annoyance.

"It was cold on the couch; and this one here is just burning up" was the teasing reply, as he slid up further, eliciting a strangled moan from the captured one. Harry growled, eyes glowing for a moment.

"Myurr I'm warning you, remove yourself or I will do it for you" Harry seethed, glaring at the snake.

"Tsk, your no fun Harry...you lot are always so touchy" Myurr hissed dejectedly, as he slithered off of the brunette.

_*_

Tom glared at the other that now lay across their couch. 'That snake is pushing Harry's buttons for some reason' he mused as he noted the snake fiddling with Harry's leather jacket. It was among the things that Harry had had with him when he passed through the mirror. Apparently it was very special to his mate, and at the moment Myurr was looking to steal the article.

"Myurr, do you want to stay here?" he asked as he snatched the jacket away from the demon. Burgundy eyes glared at the brunette.

"What's your problem, I like leather so what" Myurr retorted, eying the shorter wizard. Tom huffed, placing the jacket on the table, about to say something when Harry entered the room, wearing his new Slytherin robes. Tom had to admit; green was really Harry's color.

Harry smiled at Tom, drawing closer to him till they were breathes apart; he leaned over pressing a chaste kiss upon his lips before adding a soft compliment. Tom blushed, if anything Harry was the one looking great this morning Tom was sure he wasn't looking his best anyways. He adverted, his eyes coincidentally catching Myurr's haughty smirk.

Tom tensed under the demons stare, before moving away from Harry to gather the rest of his supplies, and his book bag. Harry blinked at the sudden loss of his mate, before turning to Myurr, catching his lingering glare on the veela.

Harry bristled-there was something about Myurr he just couldn't understand, a slight uneasiness where the prince were concerned, was tugging at his consciousness, but Harry didn't know where it originated from, he liked to believe that Myurr was a decent person, but the fact was he just didn't know him at all, if anything he could be very dangerous.

Harry hoisted his bag over his shoulder, noticing that Tom was ready he headed off to the portrait door, Tom following close behind.

"Harry~"

He paused half way to the door, turning to find Myurr draped over the back of the couch, looking at him with piercing ruby orbs. Harry flinched inwardly, 'Why are his eyes, so much like his' Harry thought, was this demon somehow connected to Voldemort? He decided to not dwell on that thought any longer, looking up he addressed the waiting prince.

"Hmm, what can I do for you Myurr?" Harry questioned not liking the way his eyes glowed at his choice of words.

"Hm, I wonder just what you can do for little ol' me Harrry..." Myurr smirked as Tom tensed at the look he was giving Harry. Harry growled, almost fed up with Myurr.

He glared as Myurr moved off the couch, gliding over to them slowly. Harry noted just how much smaller the demon prince was compared to him, and just how his leather outfit left nothing to the imagination. His lightly tanned stomach exposed as his dark form fitting vest barely touched his navel. And how his silver bangs framed his face just so, his long braid swaying along with him as he moved. Harry gulped, unable to look away.

Myurr stopped right in front of them, looking from Harry to Tom and back; before a dark aura over took him; Harry recognized this from back in the forest. As expected when the light dimmed he found a fairly large snake hissing up at them.

"You're smaller than before, so you want to come along with us then" Harry pointed out, a bit surprised when Tom went to pick up the dark snake.

"Hmm, good observation young Magus, this won't be a problem would it?" Myurr asked as he moved to coil himself upon Tom's upper body; causing the brunette to shudder as he slid over his claim mark. Harry tensed once again, that uneasy feeling returning at the pink blush on his Tom's face.

Harry glared, not liking the situation one bit, if anything Myurr should stay in his sleeve, or better yet he should carry the snake and not let him slither all about Tom like that. Harry gritted his teeth, turning away from the sight, lest he do something he would regret later.

"...no, not a problem at all" He bit out, the portrait door swung open giving way to the empty halls.

~*~

Tom sat at his spot at the Slytherin table, Harry so close beside him, Tom might as well be sitting on his lap they were so close. It didn't help matters much that Myurr was pushing his luck, slithering all about his claim mark. Tom bit back a whine, opting to taking a bite of huge breakfast Harry graciously dished out for him.

It was a while before students starting flowing into the Great Hall; most of the Slytherins were already there when Harry and Tom arrived, none too surprising that the Gryffindors were some of the last to show up. The first classes weren't set to begin until around 11 o'clock that morning; Harry was glad to note, that their first class was his favourite, DADA.

There was a slight commotion around the pair as Abraxas Malfoy showed up, looking like he had just spent a day at a beauty salon, he was glowing and with a sweeping gesture he graciously took his seat to the right of Tom. Turning to the brunette, he proceeded to nod in his direction.

"Good morning milord, please excuse my tardiness, my father always says a Malfoy always has to look his best no matter the occasion" Abraxas greeted, lightly all the while taking subtle looks at the newest member of their house.

Harry looked about, noting that all the other Slytherins were also subtly sneaking peeks at him; he narrowed his eyes, 'Some things never change' Harry thought to himself.

Tom nodded at Abraxas's greeting, not missing the looks Harry was getting, what with his performance at his sorting and of course the fact that he and Harry were practically joined that the hips.

"Um, is there something you would like to tell us, Tom...um, milord?" Orion questioned. Tom sighed, he had felt the anticipation in the air, and they all wanted to know just who Harry was.

Tom put down his utensils, looking around at those closest to him, when he was sure he had their attention he addressed the group. "His name as you all already know is Harrison Moore, and he is my mate" Tom stated.

Harry had tuned in around the time when Orion asked his question; he smirked, drawing Tom even closer to him looking over his shoulder to get a good look at Abraxas. Malfoy was looking shocked as some others at the table. "Got that Malfoy, he's mine so keep your manicured fingers off" Harry sneered, smirking inwardly at the outraged look plastered on the blonds face.

"But...milord?" Abraxas tried, pulling back as Harry turned to glare at him. Abraxas gulped, returning Harry's glare, "Is there a problem Moore?" Abraxas started, ignoring Tom's glare.

"hm, yes there is what's with all this milord business?" Harry asked nonchalantly, disregarding all the astonished looks directed at him.

Whispers of the fact that he was Tom's mate, and didn't know about his status was one of the main notions spreading about the table. Harry scoffed, of course he knew just who Tom was, but it was strange that they had gone from addressing him as Riddle to Milord over the span of one summer.

"Quiet!" all noise died, their attention now focused on Tom, "Of course he didn't know, I haven't told him yet...since my father has died I have inherited his title as Lord, on top of my title of heir of Slytherin, that Harry is why" Tom explained, before the turned his attention back to his meal, not much interested in it now.

Harry tensed; the Voldemort of his time had murdered his father during the summer of his seventh year, after graduating...if this was true, then Riddle Sr. should still be alive, what happened?

"Tom, a-are you sure that your father is..." Harry paused, as Tom turned to glare at him. 'Shit what am I doing?' Harry cringed as Tom stared him down, "Think before you finish what you were just about to ask me" Tom grounded out, turning to Orion to make plans for the next prefects meeting.

Harry sighed, running a hand thought his hair, the action once again displaying his scar for a fleeting moment.

Myurr, who had stayed mostly quiet, was watching his two roommates carefully; and just happen to catch a glimpse of the lightening bolt scar. His eyes glowed; a bright red, as he took a peek out of Tom's collar to address Harry.

"Harry, may I say that you have a beautiful scar there, must've hurt to get one on your face tho'" Myurr hissed, smirking when Harry turned to him surprised written across his face.

"What- what are you talking about Myurr, you must be imagining things" Harry amended quickly, noticing Tom looking in his direction.

Harry didn't mind being left out of the conversations, he would rather listen and gather information for now, and he was new here, after all he had a role to play. Suddenly there was an interesting strand of conversation it was about their DADA class this afternoon.

"Which class do you have this afternoon" Orion asked, Tom looked up at him pinning him with a glare before answering shortly.

"Defence, why?" Tom questioned right back. Orion started, but Abraxas beat him to it.

"Great, we'll be in the same class then; say did you hear, that assistant professor that was supposed to be helping Professor Limeny has finally arrived, to think that he's the one going to teach here next year; everyone says he's highly qualified but really if it takes you two weeks to show up for your first day of work that's pushing your luck it is what I call it" Abraxas drawled, picking the non-existent lint from his robes.

Harry raised an eyebrow, this was another thing that was off about his 'time'; Tom was supposed to apply to work as DADA professor next year, and now the job was filled before the thought would even surface. Was this time changing because Harry tampered with it, events were falling out of place, and new ones entering, Harry couldn't decide if it was at all good or not?

~*~

It turned out that they only had one class that afternoon, as their charms professor was out with a cold and Dumbledore claimed that he was helping to organize some events that seemed to run on for the entire day. Harry didn't mind as he was ahead of most of his courses, there was more to learn in the future compared to the classes now. Tom on the other hand was only now realizing that he was missing out on nearly all of his classes since he hadn't been to any of them since the third day.

Harry tried to calm the seething veela, he was still livid at the thought of what Dumbledore put his mate through but decided to wait before he exacted his revenge, after all they were in a war at the moment, and it was said that Dumbledore was the one who had to defeat this dark lord. Until then, Harry would wait.

"Calm down, we'll go see your teachers after class, and get you back on track, you couldn't have missed much and you were ahead before we even started this year don't worry about it" Harry soothed, squeezing his hand as they walked down the hall.

Tom sighed, nodding reluctantly; the fact that he was behind even though he had all the knowledge needed was grating on his nerves. 'Darn you Dumbledore' Tom thought, his anger slowly dissipating at the feeling of Harry's hand on his.

They walked down the hall glad to note that they were early, as there were no other students littering the halls. They came upon the sight of a wizard about the same height as Harry carrying a large crate, by the looks of it; it seems it contained a creature of some type. Harry and Tom watched silently as he passed them, the crate was obviously obscuring his vision, because there was no way anyone could not see the huge statue he was about to walk into.

Harry stepped up to warn him, but Tom beat him to it, reaching out and pulling the taller wizard back effectively stopping him from moving further. Tom stumbled a bit, falling back into Harry arms; the other wizard, some how hadn't ended up in a heap on the floor, but was still standing. Placing the crate on the ground, it started shaking on its own, what ever in it was trying to escape.

Turning to them, the wizard smiled brightly looking at both of them before grabbing Tom's hand and shaking it in turn shaking Tom. Harry blinked at his actions; as the other started laughing nervously.

"Oh boy, that was a close one, thanks by the way um, you may not know me yet I just got here yesterday, the names Cresthaven, Davlin Cresthaven; I'm the new defence assistant" he greeted, smiling all the while.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Tom Riddle, head boy" Tom composed himself enough to answer. Davlin nodded, turning to Harry.

He held out his hand, "Harrison Moore, I just got here yesterday too" Harry said, noting that Davlin's hands felt like a burning fire, an ancient feeling welled up inside of him, and Harry had to fight his instincts to attack the other wizard. It didn't help that his fangs appeared and his eyes bled red.

He vaguely heard Myurr hissing near him, as he looked into Davlin's eyes he was surprised find that they weren't green as they were before but a shining gold, his fangs too glinted in the dim lighting of the hallway.

"O-oh, what a rarity to meet another Magus so soon, and a strong one at that" the creature inside the crate started in earnest to try and escape the boards on the crate creaking with the force. There was a loud cry and box ceased its tremors; Davlin looked back at Harry with a playful grin on his face.

"Though unexpected it was nice to meet you mister Moore, hopefully I'll see you two in class then, Ta~" with a parting wave, the flame haired magus collected the crate, and continued on down the hall.

Harry stood there staring after the other, breathing deeply his fangs flashed in the barely lit hall. Tom looked at Harry worriedly, that professor was strong, his magical energy was everywhere, which meant that he wasn't stable that Cresthaven if his magic had anything to say about it, it was that he was borderline insane.

Harry seemed to be in a trance, staring at his hand, transfixed on the flame like runes running up his wrist, the symbol of what looked to be a burning sword was etched into his palms. Tom and Myurr also looked at his hand, Myurr hissed angrily.

"It was him, that bastard that wounded me yesterday; so he was a warrior class, no wonder he was so strong..." Myurr growled Harry barely processed what was said; he was having trouble controlling his other personality. All Harry knew was that this Davlin was a threat to him, and was definitely going to be trouble.

~*~

Davlin entered the empty classroom, depositing the crate on the desk. Peeking in he let out a relieved sigh to note that the small dragon was still alive, he sometimes had no control over his magic and was glad to note that he didn't kill the poor creature; Jules would never forgive him if he did.

Leaning back on the old desk, he noticed the flame coloured runes running along his arm. "Oh yea forgot to check what class that brat was oh..." checking his hand, he was surprised, there was no way he could mistake this mark, after all he had just spent a month seeing it every where he turned.

"Jules won't be happy about this...Heh" Davlin muttered to himself, his tongue playing with his still exposed fangs. This started an uncontrollable bought of laughter to erupt from his chest; on his wrist was the slowly fading runes, clearly showing the mark of a dragon emblazoned in flames; the mark of the royal line, of the true Dominus.

Tenshibabe: So um hi (ducks behind laptop) don't murder me, there was school and stuff going on; sorry for the long wait. Hope this chapter makes up for it...and hopefully you can all guess how Davlin is connected to Julius. Um, the whole character of Davlin was based off of his hair I dunno I just love it, if you want you can check it out too on my Deviant Art page: http: // tenshibabe. deviantart. Com /art / Davlin - 0 - 2 - 156096275

(*remove the spaces* Disregard the rest of his face, I thought it looked cute tho, but that's generally what his hair is supposed to look like).

Dominus: Master/Lord

Any comments or idea's please R&R oh and if you all want to if you can send me some suggestions on Tom's character, since he seems to be getting more and more OOC lately. Ta~