Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN Harry Potter.

For Dedicated4reading: The reason that Harie can communicate with death is because of her paranormal disposition allows her a direct 'line' to Death itself. A banshee is usually depicted as a woman who begins to wail if someone is about to die and is usually seen as an omen of death and a messenger from the underworld.

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"Hurry up, children." ordered Heldinette Faerwindle, her cold blue eyes flashing in irritation as Harry and Harie barely quickened their pace.

"Yes, Mother." they both answered, neither really caring. There was still an hour before the train left and they were already in the station, walking through the muggles that littered the place. The sight of so many non-magical people seemed to worsen Heldinette's mood and thus she took it out on her children.

"Ah, there it is." Heldinette made her way to a wall near the end of the station. She turned and held out a wand, the white wood matching her skin almost perfectly. "Harold, here is your wand. Try not to cause any more accidents. You have already embarrassed us enough with your lack of control."

Harry nodded, taking the wand and putting it into his trouser pocket. Harie explained him earlier that every summer their mother took his wand so that he wouldn't accidentally do something bad. Apparently no one that knew him trusted the other Harry with anything, whether it was his wand or even a sharp quill for writing. If he had been this dimension's Harry he would have, without a doubt, felt embarrassed.

"Now, I want you to behave," said Heldinette, "and make your father and I proud even though neither of you managed to get sorted into Slytherin."

Harry was shocked that she not only gave her own children a back handed comment, two if you count the one earlier, but just left without even saying good bye. Leaving him and his new sister alone in a crowded train station. She didn't even turn to see that they had safely passed through the barrier as she walked away.

He caught a glimpse of sadness on Harie's face before it disappeared. A cold mask falling in its place. She wordlessly took his hand and pulled him through the barrier, her hand gripping his tightly. She kept her back stiff as she let go as soon as they stepped to the waiting area for the Hogwarts Express and stood next to him, eyes firmly on the trail rails.

"You okay?" whispered Harry into her ear while eyeing the people around them. There wasn't as many as in the muggle area but it was still a bit crowded. Students and their families wondered around, talked to each other, or sat waiting on the benches.

"Of course, I am not a child!" Harie snapped at him, keeping her voice low, "I don't need Mutti to hold my hand to the school train!"

Harry raised a brow, guessing that Mutti meant Mother in German, and not believing that she was as unaffected as she claimed, but said nothing. He merely levitated their trunks, using his phoenix core wand and not the other one because it gave him the chills when he had touched it, and lead her to an empty bench. Sitting her down and carefully letting the trunks onto the ground before taking a seat himself. The teen could tell that his sister was feeling neglected. He wasn't good at comforting people, so he didn't know what to do besides offer his presence.

"You are not supposed to be able to that." mumbled Harie, after a few minutes. "We are still under aged."

"No one is looking. And the magic around here will cover mine so the ministry won't find out." Harry smirked, "Sometimes its good to be a little bad. Try it, charm that witch's robe a different color. I think hot pink will do nicely."

"What?" hissed Harie, pale eyes wide as they stared into his own spelled blue then to a snobbish looking witch standing near a sign post. "I can't do that!"

"Suit yourself," Harry discretely pointed his wand and muttered "Couloer pinku."

Harie burst out laughing when the woman squawked and pawed at her robe, frantically trying to find what had made them change color. She grinned at Harry, feeling much better. Her gloominess disappearing as they pranked the occasional wizard or witch. The hour passed too quickly in Harie's opinion. The girl frowned when she heard the signalling whistle.

"I guess the train is here." said Harie, stating the obvious, casting a feather light spell on her school trunk. "I forgot to tell you that we don't sit together."

"What? Why?" questioned Harry, not happy at what she just said.

"I sit with the Ravenclaws in the first wagon," explained Harie, making her way towards it. "you sit in the third wagon. It's the rules, sorry."

Harry sighed, watching her board the wagon, then getting on the Hufflepuff one. It looked the same as when he used to ride on the Hogwarts Express back when he had been a school boy. Thankfully, it also seemed as though there weren't many Hufflepuffs on the train because most of the compartments were still empty by the time the train started up again. He sighed as he glanced out the window. Boredom soon finding its way to his mind. Harry was about to take out a book, that he had found earlier that day, when the door slid open. A familiar scene presented itself. A white blond, obviously a Malfoy, and two hulking teens crowded the cabin.

"I knew I would find you here, Faerwindle." sneered Malfoy.

"Well, it is the Hufflepuff wagon. And, as you surely know, I am a Hufflepuff." mocked Harry, wincing internally at it. The other Harry would have never said something like that to a Slytherin, or anyone for that matter. Damn, he needed to act meek and quiet.

"Oh, it seems Fearwindle grew a spine." said Malfoy to his 'friends', "How about you two get rid of it for him."

The smallest teen in the cabin stiffened. He could easily cast a spell to stop the incoming muscle heads but then he would show that he was able to do so. It wouldn't go with the fact that the other Harry was terrible at any kind of casting. He could also simply fight back but the other Harry was weak and had no knowledge of self defense. Hell, what do I do?! Glamoured pale blue eyes flickered from the taller muscle head, a Goyle of he ever saw one, to the other, not a Crabbe but still a brainless minion, and finally to Malfoy. The blond had a cruel smile on his lips, but his grey eyes were the same as Draco's. The eyes of a caged boy that was trying to be what his father wanted.

Harry relaxed, deciding to simply get the beating over with. It wasn't as though he was a stranger to pain. Closing his eyes, he stilled. Not moving an inch, not even when he felt one of them lifting a fist. The movement sending a slight wave of air, alerting him. The hot pain that sprung from his cheek caused him to clench his jaw to keep from gasping.

"I think that is enough, Abraxas." a male voice said, his tone cool and firm.

Harry peeked from between his eyelashes, freezing at the sight of a pale skinned teenager with a prefect badge pinned neatly on to the left chest side of his black robes. He instantly knew who he was. How could he not? The teen that had just saved him was one in the same as the man that had tried to kill him varies times before. He wasn't the deformed snake creature as back then but an exact replica of the Tom Riddle in the diary that had possessed Ginny and framed him during his second year. Dark chocolate colored hair, a pair of deep brown eyes, and the same charismatic air around him. It took all of Harry's resolve to not to flick out his wand from its holster and curse the man to kingdom come.

"Take Mr. Holland and Mr. Goyle and return to the Slytherin wagon or I will be forced to report you and denote house points." Tom kept his gaze on the blond, who nodded without giving so much as a twitch of protest. Must be good to be the thought of the Wizarding messiah by his underlings. Is he still their master? Or just respected by the other Slytherins? Harry really hoped that there wasn't a blossoming Dark Lord in this dimension as well.

"Horace, Micheal lets go." said the blond. They quietly took their exit, leaving only Harry and Tom in the suddenly too small cabin.

'Bullocks,' Harry mentally hyperventilated. 'Calm down. He isn't the the Riddle nor the Voldemort I know. Maybe here he's actually a good guy, he did just save me.' He repeated the last sentence over and over as the prefect reach out and lightly touched the bruise on his face. Harry winced when Tom suddenly squeezed and jerked his chin up.

"Faerwindle," growled Tom, intense eyes locking onto Harry's own. "A Hogwarts student should not be so worthless and incompetent. Did I not tell you this before? Did I not suggest that you not return."

Tom frowned when Faerwindle didn't look away and blush like usual(it made his already red tinted skin look even more ridiculous, much to Tom's amusement). No, instead Faerwindle stared boldly back. His face calm, though his eyes were quickly becoming something that rivaled those of a basilisk. His washed out pale irises taking on a darker hue as if to convey the owner's feelings. And was that green seeping in from his pupils?

Tom tighten his grip, eyebrow giving a twitch when he felt something off about Faerwindle's face. It was somehow...different. When the summer holidays started Faerwindle had been all cheekbones and skin. One could easily feel the bones underneath, and Tom would know having slapped the boy more than a time or two when he was being particularly pathetic and annoying. Now, Tom could feel rounder cheeks and softness. The firmness of his jaw had changed as well. Had Faerwindle stuffed himself with food all summer? What a disgrace of a pureblood the male Faerwindle had turned out to be. Turning into a glutton.

"Riddle, I request that you kindly release me," gritted out Harry, trying to keep is voice calm and subservient. I need to be submissive, weak repeated Harry in his head to keep his temper in check. Quiet. Polite. Keep your eyes down. So many things to remember.

"Abraxas was right," Tom smirked, sliding his hand down to Harry's neck and squeezing it enough to alarm Harry but not completely block his air flow. "You have grown a back bone, haven't you Faerwindle? I should reward you for finally gaining one. Perhaps I should give you a taste. Everyone knows of your not so secret infatuation for me."

Harry kept his breathing slow, pushing down his confusion and initial panic at the strange change in moods of the conversation, as he gazed steadily at the obviously budding psychopath. Blood pounded in his ears, making hearing difficult as he watched Tom talk about something or another. He flinched when he felt a hand sneak into his robes and grasp his waist. His calm cracking when Tom suddenly leaned in closer, his head tilted, and bit down on the side of his neck then seemed to suckle it. Harry gasped at the sting. His instincts took over at the movement of Tom pulling back, inspecting the mark he left. With a hit to his chin with the heel of his hand, Harry pushed him back and used Tom's surprised pause to spring out of his seat and out the door.

He didn't stop until he was at the very last end of the train. Running through the hall as if hell hounds were at his ankles. A couple of students gaped as they saw him pass by through the small windows of their doors. No one had every seen the boy run like that before. Faerwindle was notorious for being slow and lazy.

He yanked open the sliding door and breathed in deeply. A shiver ran down his back from not only the cold but as the angry pulsing bursts of magic that he could feel belonged to Tom.

"Damn." Harry groaned, grasping and leaning against the rail to stare down at the passing tracks. "What the fuck. Is Voldy a vampire!?"

After several calming breaths, Harry carefully went through what had just happened. First was Malfoy(Abraxas, Riddle had called him, Draco's grandfather?) and his henchmen(one wasn't a Crabbe) in order to apparently bully him. He said something not Harold like and got them angry. He was about to be beaten(two against one. Cowards) then came his knight in prefect robes(not really a knight, more like his executioner) and sent them on their way. A moment of silence and then...Harry paused. Now that he thought about it, Riddle had been kind of touchy. Grabbing his face and invading his personal space, not to mention he bite him. Harry could practically hear alarms ringing in his head.

"Definitely," whispered Harry. "there has to be something wrong."

He spent the remainder of the ride in the back of the train, hiding from the male Slytherin prefect.

Fin

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