Hello dear readers, I must apologise for this chapter, I had to rush it and write it late at night. I'm moving, so I won't have internet for a few weeks or months :'(

Thank you for the favs, follows and reviews, though they were much less than my last update which was sort of saddening.

Hiyapapaya: Thank you for the review and I have explained a part of the time warp as simply as I can in this chapter, I hope it clears a few things up.

Dedicated4reading: No, Harry will not be manipulated all the time and yes he will remember his past memory and yes Marvolo will be nice to Harry...eventually. The story has only started so yeah...

Well, here it is the second chapter, sorry for any spelling mistakes or errors.

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Chapter two:


25 December 1993

Black manor


Harry's heart sank at the sight of the colossal Black house; he abhorred everyone behind those white marble walls.

With great effort, he trudged over to the carved, dark mahogany door which swung open before he had the chance to knock.

Emerald clashed with chocolate-brown, "I see you're back half blood," Bellatrix said sternly, her nose raised with disdain as she regarded him.

Harry started fidgeting, not knowing if his crazy guardian wanted a reply.

"My son is out at the moment; thank Merlin for that, look at the state of you. Go clean up, I don't need you soiling my home more than you already do," she stepped aside with a haughty sniff, allowing him to enter.

Hanging his head low as to not glare at the batty hag, Harry hurriedly made a bee line for his shared prison cell with the king of sadists.

Unfortunately, his shared room was located at the top of the manor, on the third floor; it took Harry quite a while to drag his trunk through the enormous house, the manor was grander than the muggle palace of Versailles and roughly around the same size if not bigger.

When Harry finally reached the sublime room, he dropped onto his divan unceremoniously, the exhausting trip to Albania and the amount of stairs he had to climb left him winded.

Carefully, he placed his trunk under the divan; he didn't want anyone finding what he hid in it.

Since the one thing that made his living quarters sour was not present; Harry took his time admiring the room he had been occupying for the past seven years.

Apart from his rather simple and plain bed, the rest of the furniture was bathed in excessive riches, encrusted with gold and jewels, like Marvolo's king sized bed. It had four golden Abraxen acting as pillars to support the four poster roof and could hold ten people in it comfortably.

Harry sat up and ran his hands along the velvet black curtains draped around the bed that were heavily embroidered with dark green and gold patterns.

He craned his neck back to gaze at the paintings on the roof, in the middle of the ceiling hung a large crystal chandelier which was spelled to change colours every hour or so.

Long, towering rows of pillars framed one end of the wall, while the opposite one was made completely out of glass which was stained near the top.

Stripping himself of all his clothing, Harry entered the equally opulent bathroom.

Built into the centre, was a large, deep bath that Harry filled to the brim and poured generous amounts of scents, body oils and cleansers into.

Harry sank into the warm embrace of the water gratefully and let out a deep sigh; he relaxed and closed his eyes, the gentle ripples of the water lulling him to sleep.

"Hmmm..." Harry hummed, he didn't want to wake up yet, "five more minutes Max," he yawned and laid his head in the crook of his friends shoulder.

Large, cold, slender hands encircled his naked waist- "fuck!"

Harry stared into angry cerulean eyes, wondering what he had done in his past life to deserve such a miserable fate, "m-my L-L-ord! I-I'm so-"

"What were you thinking?" Marvolo asked, clearly furious, though that was his default emotion when it came to Harry.

Harry opened his mouth to answer, but Marvolo continued, "no, you weren't thinking at all, as usual.

Though I am curious, out of all the times and places, why chose now and here to suicide?"

"What!?" He thought Harry was trying to kill himself? "No, you've got it wrong!"

The demon spawn just raised one of his perfectly sculpted brows, "how else could you explain that I walk in to find you drowning in a bathroom?"

Heat rose to Harry's cheeks when he realised what he had done and how stupid he was going to sound, "I...fell asleep..."

"I beg your pardon?"

"I just came back from Alb-Durmstrang and I was tired and I...fell asleep," he repeated, getting more flustered as he tried to avoid the icy glare aimed at him.

Harry had anticipated getting crucioed right then and there, what he did not expect was for Marvolo to place his forehead against Harry's and chuckle, "only you could accomplish something so ridiculously stupid."

It was only when Marvolo started discarding his clothing, did Harry become aware of his own nude state, "wha- what are you doing!"

Marvolo was completely bare now and Harry refused to let his eyes wander below the others face, "I was forced to get in the tub to save you, a lowly servant, and as I am your master, it is not your place to question what I do and don't.

When I give you an order, you obey, and here's your first one since getting back: wash my hair and back."

Harry gaped, "b-but that's highly inappropriate!" He was effectively trapped, since he couldn't get out of the water and expose his hideously marred body.

"No, it's not; we're both male and I gave you an order, or have you forgotten our little vow so quickly?" Marvolo stated with a blank face; could nothing compel the bastard to show even an ounce of emotion or even slight shame for the improper situation they had found themselves in?

"Can't you use your wandless magic to do that? I don't think Daphne would appreciate a mere half blood like me sharing the same bath as her fiancé, so I'll just-"

"Stay where you are," Harry gulped audibly as Marvolo placed his hands either side of him against the edge of the bath, "I could do everything I make you do by myself, however, what would be the point in keeping you then?"

Viciously tugging at a handful of Harry's damp locks, Marvolo forced him to meet his eyes, "Have you forgotten what happens when you disobey me, Nero?"

Marvolo's face was too close for comfort, he could feel the others hot breath on his lips, and their noses were very close to touching.

Wanting the prick out of his personal space, Harry did something he knew he would regret later on, he spat on the taller boys face.

Marvolo recoiled, his expression turning sour and one of immense disgust.

Harry had dug his own grave.

He was prepared for the crucio aimed at him and blocked the attack expeditiously with a dodge, feeling elated by the illusion of freedom and the livid expression on the bastards customarily stoic face.

"How dare you?" Marvolo said in a low, threatening voice that gave Harry gooseflesh.

He raised his arms in front of him in self defence, not that he could harm the bastard due to the stupid vow, that and Marvolo overpowered Harry greatly.

Wiping the offending slime off his face with the back of his hand, Marvolo's whole aura darkened, "you'll pay for that," he declared advancing towards Harry.

Fearing for his life, Harry turned and tried to get out of the bath, his dignity be damned at this point.

Marvolo's strong hands prevented him from escaping, one placed on Harry's chest, pushing his back against Marvolo's toned chest and the other hand gripped his waist firmly.

"You never learn, do you?

No matter how much I punish you, you still fight back.

You must certainly get some masochistic pleasure from defying me," Marvolo whispered in his ear, the hand on his chest trailing lower, "but I'm growing bored of this game of yours, it's no fun for me and crucio's don't seem to have the desired effect on you anymore."

Marvolo's lips ghosted from Harry's ear lobe to the base of his neck, his wandering hand settled on Harry's navel and he felt a certain part of Marvolo's anatomy press against his thigh, "get aw-"

"Since I'm feeling quite generous today, I'll let you indulge in your strange kinks." Harry barely had any time to comprehend those strange words when he felt the other boy's teeth sink into his delicate flesh.

Over the years Harry had spent living with the instable Black duo, he had become pretty accustomed to pain and the milder crucio's he occasionally received, but nothing could have prepared him for the agony he was currently feeling.

It was ten times more painful than a crucio, Harry felt as if his blood was boiling, and his bones were being snapped and ground into dust.

He clawed at the arms trapping him, "Please! Stop it!" Harry begged, trying to dislodge Marvolo's teeth.

"Had enough already?" The other thankfully ceased his assault.

Harry's head fell back on Marvolo's shoulder, he was panting with tears rolling down his cheeks.

Marvolo licked at the blood running down Harry's neck, healing the wound and releasing his hold.

Harry's upper body fell forward against the floor tiles, every part of him was sore; he didn't dare move just in case Marvolo decided to punish him again.

"Did you like that? It's a new spell I found while at Hogwarts but I never seemed to find an opportunity to use it.

I'm pleased with the effects, I think I'll be using it on you again, any time you refuse to submit to me, I can't have you misbehaving in public now, can I?" Marvolo said, drawing lazy circles on Harry's back.

He shuddered, remembering the painful event from five years ago, "I'm sorry my lord, forgive me," Harry whimpered, he was such a pathetic sight right now; it didn't matter to him as long as he wasn't punished again this evening.

Marvolo carried him out of the chilly water and dropped him on his bed; Harry didn't have any more energy to protest about his wet, naked state.


Marvolo had not predicted this outcome when he found out Nero had returned, he hadn't expected to receive the fright of his life either when he discovered his drowning servant, he had felt like someone had dropped led on his heart and made him swallow razors.

He could not explain the relief he felt when Nero had leaned on him nor the rage that overtook him when he heard a strangers name uttered from those full lips.

Marvolo had become accustomed to and perhaps a bit fond of Nero's company, he found himself missing his servant when they were away at school, his dependence on the boy was sickening but he had done an amazing job at not letting any of these traitorous feelings show.

Gently, he dried Nero's hair and body with a soft fluffy towel, he was grateful that his servant had fallen asleep so Marvolo wouldn't be forced to give him the cold shoulder.

Various bruises of different shapes and size littered Nero's chest, he really should be more careful he thought with slight concern as he started to heal each one with great care and efficiency.

When he was satisfied they were all gone, he dressed Nero and himself in his night clothes and quickly dried himself with a non verbal spell.

Nero's bed was a mess; his trunk was thrown haphazardly on the mattress, the contents spilling out in all directions. How odd, he had not noticed the trunk before when he entered the room, clearly someone had tampered with Nero's possessions.

He would deal with it tomorrow he decided, pulling Nero with him to the middle of the bed, cradling him in his arms and draping the warm covers over them.

Marvolo fell asleep with his head buried in the crook of Nero's shoulder, tightening his embrace around the other boy one last time as his heavy lids closed.


"Do you know what a Horcrux is Abraxas?" the words slipped out of his mouth as if there were another force controlling him.

The beautiful blonde that lay on top of him smiled, "no, why?"

At least Marvolo now knew his name, Abraxas...

Where had he heard it before?

"Never mind, I'll tell you later," his arm tugged upwards by the same strange force and his hand carded through the other boy's curtain of silver strands.

"I love you, Tom."

Marvolo frowned, why did this Abraxas person refer to him with such a plebeian name?

The whole scene changed with a blink of his eyes, now, he was back in the chamber like room with the snakes and the statue.

"Tom!"

Crouching on the floor a step away from him, next to the body of a flame haired girl, was his servant, Nero. He was wearing hideous eye glasses and looked dishevelled; his fringe was parted to reveal an interesting pink scar, in the shape of a lightning bolt, "Tom, we've got to save her."

Why was Nero calling him by that ugly name as well?

Marvolo was pulled out of the dream realm before he could reprimand the incompetent fool, why was he invading Marvolo's dreams anyway?


A weight on his chest prevented him from moving; Nero's ink locks tickled his nose, Marvolo brushed the boy's fringe away from his eyes.

He blinked, for a second; he thought he saw a glimpse of the scar from his dream, on Nero's forehead.

Marvolo peered at the same spot and let out a silent sigh when he noted the flesh there was unmarked.


31 December 1993

Black Manor


Harry was rudely awoken with a stinging hex, "Ow! Fucking arsehole! Why the bloody fuck, can't you wake me up the normal way?" He asked rubbing his bum.

"The normal way?

You would prefer if I had thrown a crucio instead?"

Harry glared at Marvolo, the bastard.

"Get dressed in these," Marvolo threw a set of his finest robes at him, was the world ending?

"Why?" He asked and received an irritated look, "It's my birthday, and I will not have you humiliate me by turning up in rags."

"But no one's going to see me; I'll be helping the house el-"

"I will formally introduce you as my personal servant at tonight's party, Lord Voldemort has passed the law for half blood servants to be legal," Marvolo interrupted, he had a smug smile on his face as he surveyed Harry with a hungry gleam in his eyes, "and Lord Black always has the first and finest."

Harry wanted to scream his lungs out, how dare the git refer to him as an object, he wanted to do many acts of violence towards the shithead he was enslaved to, however, his last punishment was still fresh in his mind, a repeat of that torture was the last thing he wanted.

"He'll be there by the way, Draco."

"Could the day get any worse?"

"Lord Voldemort is invited as well."

Damn Harry and his big mouth.


31 December 1993

Malfoy manor


"Fuck!" Draco swore as another vision plagued his mind, he regretted snooping through Potter's possessions; it wasn't worth the trauma his brain was currently being put under. Perhaps, if he returned the damn thing, the visions would stop, or he could bribe Potter to fix him, it always works for his father when he wants something done.

"Did you like my little present?"

Draco wished he could function normally, without thousands of images flitting through his mind, making him nauseous and his movements slow and lagging like he was under water.

Slowly, he turned around and came face to face with an unearthly, attractive looking man with large black wings, "who the fuck are you and what are you doing in my home?" He didn't and couldn't care about his reputation at the moment, not when he felt as if his head would explode.

The stranger folded his bare arms and chuckled, it was a deep, rich sound that momentarily soothed his headache, "firstly, my name is Elliot and second I've come to help you."

Draco scoffed, "I don't need any help, certainly not yours," he eyed the man critically, who would take him seriously, he was half naked, chest exposed to show off his eight packs and Draco was sure the wings weren't his hallucination, he pinched himself non too gently to be sure.

"Really?

You don't want to understand why you have recurring visions of yourself and the people close to you?

What about Harry, aren't you curious about that scar or why he is referred to as the boy-who-lived?" Elliot inwardly celebrated, the blonde's thoughts were practically visible on his face like an open book, he was just like Abraxas, one whisper of a loved one and they're caught in his trap.

At least Diggory had some brain cells, proving that homosapiens were capable of intellectual thought. Sadly, Elliot could not count the blondes he had encountered in the same category as clever or mentally able; it wasn't justice to the English language or anyone with an IQ above twenty.

"How can you know that?" Draco demanded clenching his fists.

"Because, I'm the one who ensured that," he pointed to Potter's stolen possession, "gets to you, brilliant isn't it?"

"Why did you want me to have it, why is it making me see things that have never happened," Draco brandished his wand from its holster in his sleeve, one wrong move made to his person and he would make sure to deliver the optimum amount of pain to the only other occupant in the room.

Elliot held his ground, not fazed in the slightest, he even raised his chin up just to spite the brat, "it belongs to you, haven't you remembered yet, Draco? The flashing images in your head, they're not made up, all of them have already happened-"

"Shut up! I don't want to hear it!"

He continued as if he didn't hear Draco, "-they are your real memories."

"That's not possible! You're lying!" It couldn't be true; Draco didn't want it to be true. He had never been to Hogwarts, he attended Beauxbatons, he was never sorted into Slytherin and he certainly never tried to kill Potter.

"No? Would you like proof? I can show you, if that's what it takes for you to believe me," Elliot held out his hand, the action reminded Draco too much of how he did the same, in his visions, offering Potter his friendship in their first year at Hogwarts.

"How can I trust you?" He asked, it was a weak attempt at stalling the inevitable, the truth. Draco had mildly been aware of it since he met Potter; it was always a tiny itch at the back of his mind that he had ignored for so long, now it was unavoidable and he needed answers.

"You can't," Elliot deadpanned, "but I'm the only option you've got if you want some of those answers and before you ask, yes, I'm a legillimens."


"Where are we?" Nothing could be heard or seen, apart from the cool, black mist curling around Draco's frame and Elliot's figure standing not far from him.

"In my memory, from where it all began, how your time changed dramatically, watch closely and keep your ears open," Elliot clapped his hands, turning the black mist into a cave.


"Please! I beg you, save him, I know you can, I'll do anything," a sixteen year old Abraxas dropped to his knees on the uneven floor.

"Anything?" An amused Elliot sat comfortably in the shadows of the cave, intrigued by the pure looking human that entered his den.

"Yes, anything!" Abraxas cried, he was desperate; he would even sacrifice his own life if he had to.

"Very well, I'll save your lover-"

"Thank you-"

"-in exchange for your soul, do you still agree?" Elliot began plotting, his brain racing, being immortal had a few disadvantages, like mind numbing boredom, and he wasn't going to let such a tasty victim slip from his claws.

"Is that all?" Abraxas had expected to pay a heavy price, he raised his head, his mercury eyes locked onto the silhouette of the fallen angel.

"No, not only must you give your soul and body to me but there are certain...rules which you must abide by in order for me to save the soul of that," Elliot jabbed his index finger in the direction of the soulless human, "thing."

Abraxas was disconcerted by the way the demon spoke about his lover and wary of the sharp claw he had caught a glimpse of, nevertheless he asked, "what are they?"

"He was never meant to be saved; his existence was cursed long before his birth and he certainly would never have failed at creating the Horcrux had you not interfered with the balance of time and befriended him. Your little fluke has fucked up everything, the past, present and future." Elliot started to explain.

"I don't understand, how can one unpredicted event, have such a great impact on time?"

"Did you know he planned to make seven Horcruxes in total? He would have succeeded as well, had you not involved yourself. Just think, what will his death do to those remaining six Horcruxes in the future?"

"They're just objects-"

"No, they're not!

There is a reason why the fates cursed him, he is or should have been your world's worst plague, a foul creature that was destined to be killed by the saviour.

Don't you understand!? You've destroyed centuries of work and planning, you've prevented the prophecy involving him and the saviour.

In the simplest of terms: you have ruined everything.

The remaining horcruxes live in the future, they are a part of it, you cannot call them all back to this time and expect everything to go on as it once did," Elliot huffed, how simple minded was this wretched human?

"So Tom's soul can only be whole again with the future Horcruxes?"

Elliot groaned, he was going to have to expand and simplify everything for it to get through the thick skull of the blond, "to save your lover and restore his soul, I would have to call his other six future Horcruxes and everyone who is linked to them.

However, there are many complications involved, the Horcruxes are from different time periods, and in consequence I would need to create a new timeline of sorts, you know: that whole rewrite the future, present, to restore the balance."

"You expect me to believe you have the power to create another dimension? What about everyone's memories, won't they remember their past or whatever it is?" Abraxas asked, he didn't care about anyone else that might get affected, just Tom.

"I can erase everyone's memories easily-"

"Then I don't see the problem, create a new timeline, save Tom and put his soul pieces in it," the concept seemed fairly easy when put like that Abraxas thought.

"-except the people directly linked to the Horcruxes," Elliot continued, annoyed at blond that kept interrupting him.

"I can suppress their memories, but if they make contact with a piece of their past, in this case the Horcruxes, they will start to remember everything that happened to them before I altered their time lines, do you follow?"

"So if I can keep Tom away from his Horcruxes, he won't remember the accident? Or anything before that?" Abraxas could live with that tiny hindrance.

"Here's the catch, you must keep his Horcruxes close to him otherwise he'll turn insane or die."

"That's impossible! How am I supposed to keep him close to the Horcruxes and at the same time prevent Tom from remembering?" Abraxas fisted his hair in frustration.

"One of the horcruxes was made without his knowledge; coincidentally that Horcrux is also his soul mate, therefore if you keep that specific Horcrux close to him, dear Tom over there will be fine and won't remember much." Elliot snickered at the others expression.

"Who's his soul mate?" Abraxas asked, jealousy burning through his veins.

"That's for me to know and you to find out, besides you've demanded so much of me, isn't it fair that I ask for something in return?

We both want something from the other, so why not make it more fun? Are you in?" Elliot asked, revelling at the reaction he received from the human when he stepped into the light.

"You can't make a game of people's lives!" Abraxas protested, tearing his eyes away from the beautiful man.

"There's a reason why I'm a fallen angel honey, so are you in or are you out?"

"Fine, state your terms," Abraxas said giving in; he would have to co-operate if he wanted to save Tom.

"Brilliant.


"Times up!" Elliot announced, pulling Draco out of the memory.

"Wait! Who's Tom? What's a Horcrux? Who was that man you made a deal with?" Draco demanded, he had grasped some information but there were still a lot of holes that needed to be filled in order for him to fully understand why his time was heavily altered and how to reverse the change.

So demanding, just like Abraxas Elliot thought and rolled his eyes, "a Horcrux in simple terms is something which you pour part of your soul into, a bit like a bank, if you run out of galleons and you need some more, you just take them out of the bank. The same applies to a Horcrux, if you die, you can live again, all you have to do is make a Horcrux beforehand. I think I dumbed it down enough for your tiny brain to understand."

"So that means this, is a Horcrux?" Draco asked with eyes wide with wonder as he stared at the object.

"Yup," Elliot shrugged, examining his nails and waiting for the obvious question also asked by Diggory.

"How do you make a Horcrux and why doesn't everyone possess one?"

"How predictable," he voiced his thoughts aloud, "you would have to kill in order to split your soul."

Draco felt disappointed and disgusted at the same time, "so a piece of this Tom person's soul is inside of it?"

"Yes," Elliot confirmed, examining his claws, bored of the conversation.

"Why isn't it inside of Tom?"

Elliot let out a deep sigh, "because he'll remember everything he's not supposed to, that's why.

Stupid blondes," he muttered the last part under his breath.

"Then, why did you make me remember? Why did you help me?" Draco verbalized his suspicions.

"Helping you remember helps me get just that much closer to what I want," Elliot answered vaguely.

"What is it that you want?" Draco pressed, it would be foolish on his part to trust the demonic man.

"Don't you have a birthday to be at?" Elliot deflected the question easily.

"Oh shit!"


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