Again I choose a song from Starset (Telescope) because I can't stop listening to them, they make so awesome music! And please don't be so rude. It took days until I finished this because I have problems how I imagine Salazar...

Insane House Challenge: Item – Telescope

365 Prompts Challenge: Trope – Time Travel

Scavenger Hunt: Write Trope – Time Travel

Caffeine Awareness: Café Crema – (colour) Cream

March Creativity Collection

Main Character: Tom Riddle

Side Character: Salazar Slytherin

Relationship: Relatives

Sci-Fi AU: Time Travel!AU

Word count: 1209

This had to work. He had spent so many months and years to complete this project. It just had to work. One last time Tom looked through the telescope to see if the stars were in the perfect position before he turned around to check on the displays. Everything was ready so he pressed some buttons, opened the door in front of him and went inside a pitch black room.

When the boy opened his eyes again he was in a completely different world. Everything was much older. The clothes, buildings and everything else. Some things did not even exist. It had worked, he was in London but centuries ago. He had to be careful not to stand out too much. Tom left the dark alley and headed for the reason why he travelled through time. It took some time until he finally reached the pompous manor. Snakes out of different material adorned the whole front yard and the manor. One big basilisk stopped him from entering the estate but this was not a problem for him. He spoke something in parsel and watched how the basilisk began to move back. As soon as he was able to enter the estate he did not waste any more time. Tom followed the path to the front door. He grabbed the silver ring on the door and banged it against the old, heavy door.

For a few minutes it was completely silent but then one door opened and he could see a head peaking out of the gap. The person behind the door was surprised to see someone in front of him since it never have happened before. After all, parsel was a rare gift.

"Good day, Sir. I wish to speak to Sir Salazar Slytherin."

The door was fully open now and Tom was able to see the entrance hall. It was as glamorous as the garden. Something he expected so it did not surprise him at all. The guard looked at him and began to laugh. The younger boy narrowed his eyes and continued to watch him. The guard had to calm down again and his tone turned serious.

"Boy, you do not seem to know who he is. He does not have time for children like you. And I do not know how you came inside but you will leave immediately or else I have to hurt you."

This time it was Tom who was amused and a sly smirk appeared on his lips.

"Sir, I assume that you do not know who you are talking to. I am not just a children or a normal boy as you may think. I am a relative of Sir Salazar Slytherin and I wish to speak to him."

The guard had to bite back another laughter and pointed the sword at him. The strange boy was getting annoying.

"Of course you are, boy. I suggest you leave right now. Sir Salazar will be upset if the entrance is covered in blood again."

But Tom did not leave, he did not even move. He was getting angry, real angry. It did not matter, the boy had to show him that he was a true relative. Tom spoke something in parsel again and the guard dropped the sword. Nobody else was able to speak the language. Only Salazar Slytherin was known for it so the boy must be a relative.

"I – I am sorry. You may come in. I – I did not know that Sir Salazar had relatives..."

The guard picked up the sword and stepped aside so Tom could enter before he closed the door behind again.

"If you please wait. I am going to get him, Sir."

The man left and disappeared behind a corner. Meanwhile Tom looked around and indeed, the manor was just like the front yard. Big, decorated with snakes and glamorous. Many portraits from different landscapes and even one or two from Salazar covered the walls. A big, enormous mirror covered the main hall and some statures were in front of it. Steps echoed through the hall and he saw the guard in front of a man walking downstairs. So, this had to be Salazar Slytherin then? The pictures and statures from him were so much different from the real one. The statures always showed an old, hairless man with a long beard but this man in front of him was so much different. His hair was long and black but there was no beard. Maybe the cream coloured statures were really old or just wrong. The man stopped in front of him and watched him closely before he began to speak.

"So you are the boy who pretends to be a relative?"

Tom knew that he would speak parsel but this was not hard to guess. It was an easy test.

"Yes Sir. Allow me to introduce myself. I am Tom Marvolo Riddle."

Salazar was impressed, the boy spoke the truth. Nobody else would be able to speak parsel otherwise. He dismissed the guard so they could speak alone. They left the entrance hall and went towards the backyard which was even bigger than the front yard.

"So you said the truth. You must know, many people come here and pretend to be a child or someone else from my family. But you said the truth. Tell me where you are from, Tom."

"I am from America. And I do not want money if this is what you think I am here for. The only reason I am here is because I wanted to meet you. That is all, I believe. I am sorry if this is might be boring but this is the truth."

Tom could not say the truth. Not without telling him everything about the time travelling and this was something nobody should know. Salazar seemed to accept the answer. After all, the boy was a perfect liar and not even Salazar could tell if he said the truth or not.

They sat in the huge garden and talked about everything. Most of the time they talked about Salazar since he was the reason why he was there. Tom had to be careful what to say without revealing much things about himself.

"As much as I would like to continue to talk about everything...I have some appointments I must attend to. So how about you come back tomorrow and we continue to talk about you?"

Tom had learnt so much more about his relative than he already did and sadly this was the only chance he had. That he would not be here tomorrow did not matter anymore. Tom had all the information he needed. He got up and shook Salazars hand while he still had this sly smirk on his lips.

"I will be back tomorrow. How about...four in the afternoon?"

Salazar seemed to be fine with it and brought him back to the front door.

"Until tomorrow, Tom Riddle."

The young boy turned around and left the estate. He was curious if he changed the future by travelling through the time and talking to his ancestor. When Tom reached the same door where he went through he used the small clock and went through the door again...