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: Obviously, Harry Potter does not belong to me.

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: In that chapter I'll spoil Harry's Slytherin side a bit more. I'm afraid that young Black has strained a little and made his first slip. As for our dear Tom, he's been learning about Harry. Ummm, it seems that something (beyond the art of darkness) caught the attention of our dark heir. Also featuring Dumbledore's illustrious surprise appearance.

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

1942

Chapter Three

Being with the Sorting Hat once more in his head, after so many years, made Harry nostalgic. Even though it was the same bureaucracy of the future, I still felt it would be different.

"This time there is no doubt" the hat was certain that Gryffindor was no longer its place. "Your place is in Slytherin!"

The snake house celebrated the arrival of the newest member. Harry could feel the proud looks of the already bragging cousins. Everyone is already waiting for this, especially her mother, who was proudly sitting next to the teachers' table.

But the most important look, from that boy who had intrigued him from the beginning, did not receive. Which brought Black a slight disappointment. Tom was not even present at the table during his selection.

"He's not here," the cousin murmured next to her ear. "Already waiting for you in the Common Room."

"He already knew," he blurted out, intriguing the girl.

"Do you think he's that good?" Walburga continued to speak quietly, secreting that conversation. "I've heard rumors he can read minds."

"I'll tell you a true rumor, cousin." He finished his meal, preparing to meet Riddle. "I know too."

"H-Harry" the girl still called him in his surprise. Being left alone with her head seething like pumpkin soup.

Even far from Tom, Harry noticed the small movement in his shoes, noticing the long tail danced on that part of the floor.

"I did not know they allowed snakes at Hogwarts," he commented to get their attention.

"You have good eyes" the monitor picked the puppy off the ground. "And no, snakes are not allowed."

"Do you like to break rules, Mr. Riddle?" Harry teased the words, dismissing the fact that he would become his greatest enemy.

"As a monitor I have to confess that I have some perks," the pair of red-eyed peers looked closely at the newcomer.

"It's an inflation," he said, not half his insinuations, he wanted to test it.

"You want to report me, Polaris?" Riddle was amused by all that.

"It's not the case. I just want to ... "he thought a little in his request" Touch her a little? "

"Do you like snakes?" Tom caressed Nagine's small head.

"Do I have to remind you of my house ?!"

"It will not be necessary" he approached slowly, placing the snake on Harry's shoulders. "Welcome to Slytherin."

"Thank you." He felt the snake syrup around her neck, making little pressure. "Do not be so mean, Nagine."

"Nagine," Tom repeated, enjoying the way it sounded on the tip of his tongue.

"Did not you like it?" He saw a broad smile on Riddle's face.

"That's a good name." He noticed how the snake looked excited to have his name recognized. "I wonder how you guessed it, since that's really her name."

"... Luck?" Harry swallowed hard for his slip.

"A Slytherin is not fool enough to try his luck." Riddle half-sawed his eyes suspiciously.

"Gr," Harry squeaked as he felt the pressure build up around his neck.

"You puzzled me, Black." He took a few more steps toward her, pulling him back against the wall. "No matter how hard I try, I can not read it."

"I'm not an open book, Mr. Riddle," he focused without fear on the pair of rubies.

"I see." He felt her cold fingers touch her cheek.

"I do not remember giving you this intimacy." Hetook his hand away from her face.

"Excuse my daring," hissed something to snake that abandoned him.

"Do you want to keep your promise?"

"This way." Harry moved forward without looking back, feeling the impatient aura that circulated Riddle.

He knew how much Tom hated being challenged. But he was reckless enough to risk rejecting his interest.

If he thought he would win it so easily, he was clearly mistaken.

Harry looked at everything carefully. The order of how the library was arranged was completely new to her.

"This is our last stop," the monitor indicated. "By your dazzle, I imagine you are interested in reading."

"Known is never enough," he tapped off some old books that he remembered seeing in the private area.

"I have to agree," he approached. "Beauxbatons must have a beautiful arsenal of knowledge."

"I do not remember commenting on my old school," he stood a few steps away.

"I confess to researching a little about you" to make him admit something like that was a big step.

"Did you succeed in your search?"

"I'm afraid not how I would like it."

"You can tell me what you've heard, I do not want to confirm or deny it."

"Your blood is mixed. Black with Potter, am I right? "He nodded. "I also learned that your father died in the midst of an experience."

"It was a hunt. They were looking for a fugitive, "his eyes were lost in the pages of that ancient book. "He always dreamed of creating a spell of his own. Then, when all his attempts to stop him failed, he used that magic. You must imagine what happened next. "

"I'm sorry." Harry shook his head.

"Mom says he blew himself up," he laughed weakly. "I know deep down she misses him. Even they are not being the best couple at all. They were always good parents. "

"I heard you was a monitor at Beauxbatons"

"That's right."

"Do you want to try here, too?"

"Maybe" he put the book back in place. "Would you like to have me as a partner?"

"It would not be an unpleasant idea" remained impartial. "It will open another wave soon."

"How do you know that?"

"I received the proposal to be Chief Monitor. And as such, I can nominate someone to take my place, "he hinted. "Are you interested?"

"I do not care to have you around, Mr. Riddle."

"Can you tell me why?"

"You're too full of yourself," he turned his back.

"What did you expect from a Slytherin?"

"Do not let your ego blind you, Riddle."

"Thank you for the suggestion, Black, but I do not think it's going to be necessary."

"Just think what you want, just do not fool yourself into going through valuable things."

"What sort of things are we talking about?"

"You would not understand." Harry's mouth tightened.

"No-" Tom's wand hovered dangerously over the skin of Harry's throat. The new presence in the room caused a start in the head monitor.

"Oh, sorry, am I interrupting something, boys?" Dumbledore's voice graced their ears.

"No, Professor Dumbledore, I was just showing the school to Harry." Riddle glared at Harry.

"I see. I'm afraid it's inconvenient, but young Black seems a bit pale to me."

"I think I ate something that did not do me good," the knot in his throat brought Harry to the urge to vomit. On his back Dumbledore's gaze burned and around him Tom's dark presence was suffocating him. A clear warning that he had gone too far.

Beyond Time

1942