I lie...there are two chapters after this, I didn't see them because I forgot to highlight the chapter numbers tehe, anyway do enjoy! Major plot twist try to keep up and don't rush through or you might miss something. I already know some of you will have questions, bring them on! Love you all!
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Mistress Slytherin
WARNINGS:
VIOLENCE
LANGUAGE
HOMOSEXUAL RELATIONSHIP
QUESTIONABLE MORALS
Not for the eyes of the young!
Let me know if I missed anything.
Chapter 25
"What are you doing?" The dark lord asked with a frown as Harry promptly sat on the ground beside the throne and spread rolls of parchment around pulling a bottle of red ink from his pocket and a quill from his hair.
"You kidnapped me." Harry said shortly.
"I have a meeting." The dark lord said curiously.
"I have papers to grade." Harry returned with a quirked eyebrow.
"And if I want you to be a part of this meeting?" The dark lord asked dryly.
"I'm listening." Harry said with a smirk. "Besides these papers are ridiculous here, look at how Theodore spelled the word 'right.'" He pointed out. The dark lord snorted and Harry returned it to the ground circling it with red ink.
"As much as I like you on your knees I much rather prefer my consort to have some dignity." The dark lord said snapping his fingers. A writing desk appeared beside him and Harry rose an eyebrow at how much like the desks at Hogwarts it looked.
"I'm sensing a message through this." He said amused.
"Of course you do my naughty little Slytherin. Now begin writing your lines or I'm afraid I'll have to make use of my paddle." The man said amused. Harry shivered slightly as he remembered the last time the dark lord had played this game. It was a good thing no one had arrived yet, it was bad enough that Harry had been forced to transfigure his slippers and robe into something more suitable for the surprise kidnapping the dark lord had done, but now the man was being kinky and he knew how much Harry loved it when he was being kinky. He made a show of rolling his eyes.
"Fine professor." He drawled lazily causing the man's eyes to flash.
"Excuse me?" The man said warning in his voice.
"I said fine." Harry stressed. "Jeeze get off my back will ya?" He said shuffling to his seat. "S' not like I could help myself, I mean Malfoy's ass was right in my face! He was asking for a grope!" Harry said crossing his arms as he sat down. Red eyes darkened and flashed.
"You just ruined a perfectly good fantasy Hadrian." The man said with a sneer. Harry smirked. The dark lord hated when he used Lucius in their games. Harry spread his paperwork around him smugly.
"What you deserve for dragging me out of my bed at two in the morning." Harry said shifting slightly as he tried to calm himself. "Besides, I don't know if you've noticed but we have company." Harry said circling a word in the essay he was reading. The dark lord frowned and looked up. Abraxis stood to the side twitching slightly though you could hardly tell with his robes covering him so completely.
"My lord." The man greeted tightly.
"Sucker." Harry said smugly.
"You will pay for this later." The dark lord said dryly.
"Yes professor." Harry said smirking as he did his marking.
"Did you take your potions?" The man said suspiciously. Harry frowned.
"I'm fine." He said lazily. Fingers slipped into his hair and his breath caught in his throat when his head was yanked back and cold red eyes stared down at him.
"Consort." The man said stiffly. "Take your potions now." The man ordered. Harry shivered and reached into his pocket pulling out the vials taking them one by one. The hand in his hair remained until the last of the vials was taken. Slowly his hair was released elegant fingers toying with it briefly to bring it back into a neat cascade. "Better." The man said silkily. Harry merely nodded and returned to his marking. There was something odd about this, he knew it, had anyone else done that to him they would have lost an arm if not their life. But this was different, like something stopped him, like he almost wanted the man to act the way he had. He shook his head idly and continued working in silence calmed by the fingers that combed through his hair in gentle tugs.
"Avery, what news do you have?" The dark lord said turning to the meeting.
"I have the maps you requested my lord." The man said approaching them. Harry glanced up and caught the man's sneer before he could cover it.
"Crucio." Harry said lazily not even bothering to pull out his wand. Red eyes flickered up from where he was reading the file and watched Avery scream with a flare of heat. Harry waited until the man was fallen to the floor body contorting in every which direction blood pouring from his nose. He released the spell carefully.
"Excuse me Avery but did you just sneer at me?" Harry said coldly. Dark eyes flashed up at him and for Harry felt his control shiver under the weight of his temper. He didn't move from where he was sitting but his eyes narrowed dangerously. Suddenly the man was being lifted his gaze sneering. "Legilimens" Harry was unaware in his anger that he'd hissed the word in parstletongue, he dove into the man's mind relentlessly tearing roughly at the pathetic walls the man had built around his mind. The man saw him as nothing more than a whore, something that the dark lord would throw away at any given moment. Harry pulled out and let the man fall to the ground in a sobbing heap blood pouring from his nose and ears as he gasped.
"You speak parstletongue?" The dark lord whispered his eyes wide. Harry realized belatedly what he'd done but there was no going back. Besides he was still shaken from what he'd seen in the man's mind. Was that what he'd become? A fuck toy? He turned his gaze to red eyes.
"Am I yours? Am I truly yours? Or am I a toy to pass the time?" He said softly. Red eyes sharpened and flared. Harry shook his head. "They think that I'm a whore, your toy to pass the time, tell me my lord is that truly what I am?" His worst fears coming to light in the scorn of another man's eyes- Harry couldn't stop his hands from trembling. It was happening again, he would be left, abandoned, made the joke of society.
"You are mine Hadrain, my consort, my second in command, no one else can stand where you stand, anyone who dares try will find themselves at my mercy." The dark lord said in English. Harry was so startled by it; the man was claiming him aloud staring him down with an intense gaze. "I ask you to do things at times Hadrian, I ask you to dress up and play parts or to accept my little sexual quirks, but that does not make you anything less than my consort!" The man said fiercely. Harry felt himself sway slightly. He wasn't being left? Wasn't being insulted? His hand reached for his other hand where the ring sat. "I will not betray you." The dark lord swore eyeing the motion Harry made. Harry shivered and nodded before crossing the distance between them.
"My lord." Harry said softly. He couldn't continue his mind was a whirr and he knew that if he let go he might not come back.
"Kill him." The dark lord said with narrowed eyes. "Let it be known that anyone who shows scorn to my consort will receive a death sentence." The dark lord said reaching out and grasping Harry's hand. For a second no one moved and Avery stared up at them with wide eyes.
"Yes my lord." Abraxis said breaking the still of the moment before striding forward.
"Take your time old friend. Make a point of it." The dark lord said lifting Harry's hand and pressing a kiss to his knuckles.
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"You can't be in agreement with this!" Harry scowled as he looked up at the Headmaster. He was brewing a very delicate mixture and it was bad enough that James and Sirius had gotten into trouble and were under his supervision for detention distracting him from his work. Severus glanced up from his own station and Harry saw him pull out his wand subtly.
"And pray tell headmaster what is it exactly that I'm in agreement with?" He asked quirking his eyebrow at the man. His patience was thin after having to deal with Minerva for over a half an hour- the woman had it out for Sirius lately. The headmaster without his usual calm demeanor strode through his classroom and slammed a file onto his workstation. Harry glanced at it casually.
"The word is that Avery here offended the dark lord's consort, this is what is left of him." Dumbledore said through his teeth. Harry glanced at the images curiously.
"He shouldn't have pissed off the dark lord's consort." Harry said with a shrug as he expertly sliced thin slices of the root he was preparing and carefully began to set them into the murky brown potion causing it to turn bright yellow.
"He had a son." The headmaster said.
"Who from what I hear is probably very glad that his father and his father's wandering hands are gone." Harry said stirring carelessly.
"Is this what this is about? Jealousy?" The headmaster said darkly. Harry frowned and glanced up.
"You really do think the worst of him, always and without caution. Tell me headmaster, have you ever heard the idea that when you expect something out of a person what you are expecting will most likely be what you get?" He narrowed his eyes. "You see headmaster, what I find as funny is that you came all the way down to my labs to defend a pedophile and to condemn the dark lord for apparently defending his consort's honor when really I have very little to do with the matter. Tell me headmaster, your statement when you came down here, was it really for me?" He drawled leaning back. "Or was it for you?" He said coolly. "'You cannot be in agreement with this'" He repeated. "But you can can't you? And that is what bothers you the most." He said flicking his wand at the potion and casting the last enchantment causing it to turn green. "Checkmate." Harry said softly as he watched the headmaster's face turn red then white and at last gray.
"We've lost you then Hadrian?" The man said softly. Harry poured the potion into the vials and quirked an eyebrow.
"I was unaware that I had gone anywhere, by the way, I noticed your rheumatism has been acting up." He said handing the man one of the vials of potion. "I've just found a way to reverse it." He said dryly before carefully placing the remaining vials into the metal tray. "You certainly have a way of thanking me for saving you from another night of endless pain." He said with a sneer. "Potter! Clean out this cauldron and you can go, make sure you use the gloves." He said sharply.
"Hadrian." The headmaster said softly but firmly.
"I think I'll sell this one…" Harry murmured holding up the vial. "A bit expensive to make but well worth the price, besides, if my theory is correct then taking this consistently for five weeks should permanently rid the body of any signs of rheumatism-" The door opened and Harry snorted as the dark lord strode through with a bouquet of white roses. "Has my office become a common room?" He wondered aloud before flicking his wand at the roses and causing them to burn up. "Let me guess, dinner at the Malfoy's?" He said crossing his arms.
"Who else would have the gall to make me bring you flowers?" The dark lord said amused. "Headmaster." He greeted. Harry held up a vial of potion.
"Look, I've just created the cure for Rheumatism." He said smirking.
"Clever- ug! Headmaster really? Those pictures in front of the students?" The dark lord said feigning distain as he flipped the folder shut.
"Tom I was willing to work beside you for Hadrian's sake but there are some things that I cannot and will not tolerate-"
"Like neglect? Leaving a child in the hands of their abuser? This seems to be a growing trend with you headmaster." The dark lord said with a small smile. "Or perhaps in sending your so called friends to their death?" The dark lord purred.
"So I was right?" Hadrian stiffened as he turned to James and Sirius he'd all but forgotten that they were there. James looked ill, his eyes wide and hurt. Harry felt his breath catch as a chill raced down his spine. But how could this be? He hadn't done anything to change fate! A dull ache began to grow in his chest. "You were the one that sent my mum and dad to the vampires?" James whispered. Harry felt a ripple of something wash through him and agony suddenly blossomed from his chest.
"Argggg!" Harry clutched his chest as the world spun around him.
"Hadrian!" The dark lord said lurching forward and catching him.
"Hurts!" Harry managed with a whimper. Merlin it felt as though something was forcing its way out of his stomach and chest at the same time.
"Temporal shift!" The headmaster hissed. Harry looked down and stared at his torso whimpering as it blurred in and out of existence.
"Hadrian…Hadrian stay with me." The dark lord said his face turning pale. Harry whimpered as the man grasped his hand and squeezed tightly the marks on their wrists burning.
"He's bleeding!" Severus said suddenly panicked. Harry felt something warm trickled down his forehead and groaned softly. Something was wrong…something was very, very wrong.
Come child of time…come to me…
Harry let out a shout as something around him suddenly shifted.
"Hadrian?"
"He's…he's gone…"
I'm here child
Harry stared in silent shock at the woman. Gone was his beloved, gone the children that he'd grown to know. He looked down and stared at his body, it was blurred as though he'd lost his glasses, but that was insane, he hadn't needed his glasses for years. He looked back at the woman and found that she was very much just as blurred as he was.
"What are you?" He whispered. He couldn't make out any features beyond the shape of a woman. A sound like white noise pulsated around him and he felt as though his feet couldn't find solid ground to stand on.
I am time.
Harry wondered if perhaps he'd gone mad.
"Excuse me?" He said weakly as he struggled to stay standing.
I am time.
The woman repeated the feminine voice fading and echoing and whirling. Harry felt a sick lurch in his stomach.
And now you are too.
Harry swallowed thickly. What?
You have played too often and too wrongly with time, now you must become time.
Harry stared hard at the woman's blurred frame and a sense of wrongness overcame him.
Why are you a blur-
Harry's eyes grew wide, why was he speaking like she was? Like an echo that didn't quite sync up properly. He couldn't see her fully, but he didn't have to, to know that she was smiling cruelly. He felt suddenly very old and then in the same instant very child-like.
You are now a child of time. Welcome.
And then he felt another vicious tug and he was soaring through the air, or at least he thought it was the air-
Harry arrived in a burst of light and let out a kiss as a green curse exploded against him sending him soaring and hitting a wall.
"Mother fucker!" He hissed in pain and shock.
"H-Hadrian?" Harry growled as he looked up his eyes widening at what he saw. Lily, the woman from his memory pale as a sheet as she clutched a child to her chest. A child with black hair, a child that he knew immediately wasn't him, a child that wasn't James Potter's son. He turned slowly to the other figure in the room and caught red eyes.
"Hadrian." The dark lord whispered. Harry stared at the man in shock. Gone was the soft look in the man's eyes, gone was the gentle grace, the little things he'd come to know. This man was hard, brittle and- and mad.
"You can't hurt her, you swore you wouldn't I have an oath!" Harry said forcing himself to stand though his body ached terribly. His mind whirled with possibilities and a terrible frightening truth.
"You were just hit by and Avada Kedavra." The dark lord muttered. "My Adavra Kedavra." He said blankly.
"How long have I been gone?" Harry asked clutching his chest as he came to terms with the fact that there was no way Lily could have graduated, gotten pregnant and had her child in the span of a few days or even weeks.
"Two years." The dark lord breathed. "I thought you were gone forever." He added his voice catching. "Do you even know what you've done to me?" He rasped his eyes wide and hurt.
"Hadrian please he's going to kill my baby!" Lily said sobbing suddenly. Harry stared at her in shock.
"The prophesy." He breathed.
"You know?!" The dark lord demanded his eyes burning suddenly and fiercely. Obsessed, the man was obsessed and it was happening all over again!
"It's false you twat!" Harry roared. A self fulfilling prophesy, Harry was marked as the dark lord's equal, made into a paradox and obviously his disappearance had done more to the man than he'd thought. The dark lord strode towards him wand drawn and eyes wild. Harry wondered if the man wouldn't kill him. Instead the man's fingers wound into his hair and he found himself being kissed as though the man wanted to suck out his soul.
"I waited." The man murmured still kissing him deeply. "Every day I waited for you." He said against Harry's lips. "Every hour I waited, every moment I looked fore you, you are my madness Hadrian, you are burned into my very soul etched into my being, these bands bind our souls together!" The man roared lifting his free arm to show the band around his wrist. "Without you…without you…" And then the man was shivering and pulling him to his chest holding him tightly. "So empty." The man breathed inhaling his scent and shaking as he clutched Harry to him.
"Take me home." Harry whispered wrapping his arms around the man. "I'm yours." He swore quietly.
"No!" The man said suddenly pulling back. "I must find a way of anchoring you here; I won't let you disappear again! I can't-I won't-!" Harry gasped as they were suddenly apparated before landing in the man's study. "Albus has ideas but they need to be refined-" Albus? The dark lord was rushing about the study hands flickering this way and that as books and scrolls flew around him in a flurry. "Elf! Get Albus!" The dark lord stormed already buried three feet deep in books and scrolls. Red eyes flickered up and towards him showing a desperation that Harry didn't know he could have ever believed in the man. "Stay within my sight always my love." The man whispered his tongue flickering across his dry lips. "Please." He begged. Harry felt his eyes widen and his heart sing in his chest.
Love?
Love?
Love?
He fell back and into a couch a stupid grin spreading across his lips before he could stop it.
"Hadrian?" Harry turned and stared in shock at the headmaster. Two years and the headmasters tawny beard and hair had turned snow white. The man's expression was grim his eyes darkened.
"What…?" Harry breathed still too stunned to do much of anything.
"The dark lord took the world by storm after you disappeared Hadrian, he now rules wizarding Britain." The man said softly. "A madman rules us." He added.
"Albus shut up and help me over here!" Voldemort demanded.
"He agreed to let me stay on as Headmaster of Hogwarts only if I helped him look for a way to save you." The headmaster said softly before crossing the room and speaking softly with the dark lord. Harry stared at the two of them in stunned silence. It felt as though it had only been a few moments. He'd talked to time, a single conversation that had apparently taken two years.
And apparently a lot had changed.
"WHERE IS HE?! I'LL KILL HIM!" Harry was startled by the familiar voice. It wasn't the voice that he'd grown used to hearing but rather a voice that he remembered distantly- the voice of a man. A man that he'd once known as Severus Snape.
Sure enough the doors crashed open and Severus stormed through power crackling around him like a storm.
"You tried to kill my son! My Lily!" Severus growled his wand trained on the dark lord. Harry stared at him in shock. This Severus was nothing like he remembered him being. He was tall yes, thin yes and pale yes, but his face was filled with life and light and now rage! His hair was down to the middle of his back and his robes cut richly-
Wait son?!
The pieces began to fall into place and Harry felt himself twitch.
"My lord?" Harry said softly, dangerously. All eyes turned to him and Severus gasped.
"There was a prophesy…" The dark lord said shifting slightly.
Hadrain?" Severus breathed. Harry stood from the couch and sent the dark lord a vicious glare.
"My lord, I love you but children are off limits." Harry said coldly. "I will leave you if you try to harm another child." He said as calmly as he could. The dark lord stared at him in horror.
"You can't." The man breathed. It was only then that Harry realized how broken the dark lord was, how maddened by his absence the man had become- why, this man was nearly like-
Like the Voldemort of his time.
Harry winced as a sharp pain tore through his mind and he gasped clutching his head.
The Voldemort of his time what did that mean?
Harry felt the color leave his face.
He couldn't remember.
What?
There was something very vital, something that he should remember, a great many things he should remember- but he couldn't.
"Hadrian?"
He realized belatedly that he was being held. The dark lord was holding him cradling him red eyes concerned as they raked over him searching for injury.
"I can't remember." Harry said with a frown. "My life- I came from a different time but…but I can't remember…who…who was I?" He said tears coursing down his cheeks. "Gone…all of it gone…" Be breathed.
"Hush, hush now my pet it doesn't matter, you have me and I have you, I will keep you safe."
Harry felt terror slip through him.
Who was he?