Beyond time

Sinopse: Upon entering a vanishing cabinet, Harry will stop at Hogwarts in the summer of 1942, where Tom Riddle is only a grader of Hogwarts and Voldemort does not yet exist. Slash HP/TR.

Disclaimer: Obviamente, Harry Potter não me pertence.

This story is classified as M. Just because it is adult content. It can deal with torture, mentions of rape, abuse, and other heavier topics. Not to mention that it portrays the homoaffective relationship between (Harry and Voldemort). You are warning, so what happens from here is your responsibility. Choose to read or not.

Explanation: Some characters may sometimes admit traces of original characters. As in Walburga's case. I make a sweet and gentle girl, good company for Harry. But the time will come for her to show the other side of her personality.

Even though Harry does not know his country or family very well, he will feel different sensations for each one. How he feels he can trust Phoenix, his mother. And he is saddened by the death of Lord Potter, his father.

This fanfiction is also available in Portuguese at Nyah! Fanfiction.
I use translator, so reconsider mistakes.

1942

Chapter Two

"It's so thoughtful cousin" the girl's voice made him wake up. "Do you miss home?"

"It's very different here." He looked around.

"Not so much. You're a little different. "He laughed and sat down next to her.

"Maybe I really am." He followed her into laughter.

"When I was told that Aunt Phoenix had bonded with a Potter, I was quite surprised. No one imagined that. She and her father have always had quarrels. "

"No one escapes passion or can deceive love, cousin. That was the case of my parents" flashes passed over Harry's head, the image of a tall man picking him up on his lap brought him some melancholy.

"Too bad he left early," he concluded regretfully. "Are you okay with that, Harry?"

"I miss him and I remember him all the time. It comforts me to know that he died for what he liked "smiled weakly. His lips were trembling, even though he did not know where the sensation was coming from, he wanted to get it all out.

"You seem to be a good boy, Harry," she teased the boy's dark strands. "I hope you're a good friend too."

"I'll love being your friend, Walburga." The girl pushed her hand away, surprised at his cousin's speech. "I did say something wrong?"

"I have no friend boy," she teased with the skirt of her dress.

"Do not you want me as a friend?"

"Do not misunderstand me. I will love to have you as a friend "forgot all the rules imposed by his mother, to hug Harry."

"What she thinks she is ..." Black was about to get up when she was stopped by the other.

"Do not worry, Irma," he said, "My Harry can not hurt your little girl."

"How do you guarantee that, Phoenix?" Pollux interfered, sitting down beside his wife.

"Harry is a docile wizard" the couple eventually decided not to interfere. "Inheritance of the father's family. You can imagine. "

"I'll trust your words," the other woman surrendered. "Tell me how the boy's creation is."

"It's going well, Irma. Like a docile, he's never been as close to his father as to me. Always taking an interest in my interests, "Black assured her. "I'm only afraid of your innocence."

"That's nice. In the future, you can get a good marriage for him. The man who has it will be lucky. After all, you really had a handsome boy, "she remarked. "His eyes are breathtaking."

"You can cry, Harry," the girl leaned against the bedroom door, blocking the passageway.

"I-I'm so lost," she whimpered softly. He hid his head between his legs, crying noisily.

"Put it out, cousin. I will not judge you, "the girl assured her with a voice on her back.

"W-why do people leave, Walburga?"

"I do not know, Harry," he sniffed softly at the boy's state.

"Walburga" outside, heard someone call her.

"Quick, Orion." He pulled the boy inside, propping the door up again.

"I was passing by and I heard the sound of crying. I was worried about you, "he explained.

"Help me with the door," he said to the boy, who put himself in his place.

"What happened to him?" He noticed Harry, curled up in the corner of the bed.

"Calm down." Black pulled his friend into a hug, humming softly one of the songs his mother used to sing for her to sleep.

Harry still had not assimilated everything that was happening around him. But when that wave of sadness consumed him, he only needed the embrace and zeal of Sirius's future parents so that his eyes would weigh and be carried into the dream world.

The express's whistle made a smile form at the corner of Harry's lips. As if it was his first time there, he was, he felt curious to step inside the train. He followed the corridors, led by Walburga, searching for a vacant cabin.

"Sorry" with a low head and being pulled by the girl, eventually bumping into someone.

"Tom!" She exclaimed excitedly. Harry then looked up to see who she was talking to.

"Shaken as ever, Miss Black," the boy laughed.

"Have you met Harry?" He pulled his cousin closer.

"I have not had that pleasure yet," the gray eyes focused on the pair of emeralds. "Tom Marvolo Riddle, at your service."

"I'm Harry Polaris Black. It's a pleasure to meet you, Riddle "accepted the handshake.

"Tom!" The girl complained, "Greet him!"

"It's all right, Walburga. You do not need that much, "the boy chuckled at his cousin.

"How, no ?!" she mumbled. "You are a docile of pure lineage, you must be treated with all respect!"

"It was my mistake, I'm sorry." The monitor gently held one of Harry's hands, kissing her respectfully.

"Okay," she winced as she felt her cold lips touch the back of her hand. Harry swore he had seen his eyes turn red and analyzed harshly, before picking up his touch and leaving the tingling sensation on his skin.

"Has anyone ever arranged to show you the school?" Tom asked suggestively.

"Not. But I thought ... "She looked at her cousin and saw her deny him, indicating that he would accept the proposal from the monitor. "Would you like to join me?"

"We meet in the Slytherin Hall, just after the Selection of Houses," he concluded. Then, following the corridors and leaving the two alone.

"How lucky, Harry! Did you see how he looked at you ?! "Walburga let out a small cry. "I've never seen Tom interested in anyone like that. He looked so much into her eyes, almost as if he were hypnotized! "

"It's all in your head, Wal. Nothing happened, "he repeated as he settled down next to the girl in one of the empty accents of the train.

"Do not deny it, Harry. You know better than I do that that look was of interest, "Black whispered to herself, before she turned around and started talking to some of the girls sitting behind her.

I hope he's not suspicious, Harry wished inwardly. Riddle's strong stare still locked in his mind. It was as if he could read through it, discover all the secrets he hid.

On the other hand, if it was only interest, I did not know what to do about it. From a distance, Tom was a handsome man. But he could not forget that he was still his enemy.

Maybe if Voldemort did not yet exist, he could give that attraction a chance ...

He shook his head to push those thoughts away.

"Do not let time mess with your head, Harry."

Beyond Time

1942