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batsutousaiTitle: Salir
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batsutousai
Beta:magickmaker17
Pairings: Harry/Tom(Voldemort)
Warnings: This will have slash(Guys on guys, ppl.).
Summary: Thrown back in time by Lord Voldemort, Harry must adapt. Who should he befriend, and fall for, but the man who sent him back in time himself.
Disclaim Her: Negatron.
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Chapter One – The Arrival
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"So, you're from the future?"
The black-haired youth groaned. "Yes. That's what I've been trying to tell you."
"And you were thrown here by a Dark Curse?"
"Yes."
"You'll have to excuse me if this is a little hard to believe, my dear boy."
"Oh, no. I can totally understand." Lack of sleep and too much stress coloured Harry's voice with heavy and cruel sarcasm, which was aimed at the only other person in the room, Albus Dumbledore.
Dumbledore impaled the boy with an annoyed silencing look, which Harry returned with a defiant glare.
Dumbledore sighed and wove his fingers into his auburn beard. "Well, until we find a way to send you back, I suppose you'll have to attend school here…"
"Of course." Harry sneered.
"Which means you'll need a name."
Harry sighed. He'd refrained from giving out his name, so as not to cause a paradox. "I don't know…"
The two wizards fell into a contemplative silence, trying to think up a name for the boy.
Then someone knocked on the door.
Dumbledore got up to open the door. "Headmaster."
"Ah, Albus, just the man I was looking for!"
Harry frowned. The voice of Armando Dippet was extremely hard to forget.
"I'm somewhat busy, Armando," Dumbledore said politely.
Dippet looked in and spotted the boy sitting moodily in a plush chair that was too big for him. "And who's this?"
"Salir Cobre," Harry said quickly.
"His parents are old friends of mine that would like him safely away from Grindelwald. I know it's last minute, but might we enrol him?"
Harry watched Dippet crumble. "I don't see why not. He'll have to be Sorted, and we need to know what year to put him in..."
"I'm in seventh year," Harry interjected coldly.
"Watch how you address your elders," Dippet replied. "I'm Professor Dippet, Headmaster here at Hogwarts, by the way."
"You need to be more polite," Dumbledore agreed. "Long trip or no."
Harry scowled.
§ § § § §
Harry hadn't been all that surprised when he was placed in Slytherin. He was currently standing in front of the Great Hall while Dippet introduced him.
"...so if you'll please all make Mr Cobre feel at home here at Hogwarts, I'm sure this year will be a success for everyone," Dippet finished, then pointed the Slytherin Table out to Harry among the scattered applause.
Harry sat in a chair at the end of the table by himself and gave the food dark looks. After another summer of near-starvation (partially self-inflicted), the emerald-eyed boy didn't have much of an appetite. In fact, the food on the table in front of him was even making him queasy.
A cold man with short-cut, deep brown hair and obvious 'potion hands', as Ron would call them, walked along the Slytherin Table, handing out schedules. He stopped at Harry last, empty-handed. "Welcome to Slytherin, Mr Cobre. I'm your Head of House and Potions instructor, Professor Brakens. As you're new, I'll be partnering you with our top student and Head Boy, Mr Riddle, to help you out." Brakens motioned to a pale-skinned, raven-haired, teal-eyed Slytherin, who then came over. "This is Tom Riddle. Mr Riddle, please help Mr Cobre around."
"Of course, Professor." Tom Riddle smiled disarmingly.
"Good. He'll be sharing classes with you for now. Professor Dumbledore seemed to think that was the best while he's still getting acquainted with the school." Brakens' tone said how little he thought of the Transfiguration teacher.
"I get the feeling that whatever Professor Dumbledore says around here, goes," Harry murmured, still trying to work past his slight fear, anger, and annoyance at being stuck with the younger version of the wizard who had been trying to kill him since before he'd been born.
"Professor Dumbledore is a highly respected wizard," Brakens replied tightly.
::If a tad insane,:: Tom muttered in the low hiss of Parseltongue.
Harry smirked secretly. "All respected people are either insane or fake, as far as I can tell."
Tom blinked in surprise before narrowing his eyes dangerously at the newest Slytherin.
"You two will get along brilliantly." Brakens sighed and left, shaking his head.
Tom sat next to Harry. "Do you have any books?" he inquired coldly.
"Professor Dumbledore mentioned something about borrowing books..."
Tom groaned. "Fine. When you're done, we can run by the library quickly before our first class."
Harry shrugged and stood. "Right then. Off we go."
Tom frowned at the clean plate before Harry's seat, but also rose from the bench and led Harry from the Great Hall.
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The first class was Advanced Transfiguration with Dumbledore, which contained seventh years from all of the Houses.
"Let's see what you have all remembered from last year. You'll each find that you have a cup in front of you. Please turn it into a mouse. Mr Cobre, if you could please come up here, I'd like to see what all you know."
Harry rolled his eyes and stood, idly transfiguring his cup into a mouse before stepping up to the teacher's desk. Dumbledore barely hid a smile while Tom picked up the mouse to look it over critically. The other students paused to glare at the new student before getting to work themselves.
"Well then, Mr Cobre. I see you can transfigure cups into mice."
"Obviously."
Dumbledore sighed, but said nothing about the boy's perpetual bad attitude. "Did you take your OWLs a couple of years ago?"
"Yes. I got an E. Why?" Harry forced himself to tone down on his attitude slightly. Angry Albus Dumbledore was really quite scary.
"You must have had a good teacher."
"I suppose…" Harry shrugged, mentally adding, 'But I wouldn't know since I learned everything from Hermione later…'
Dumbledore smiled and had Harry do a few test Transfigurations before sending him back to his seat next to Tom, obviously pleased.
Tom was busy changing his tea cup into random animals and back again, bored. When Harry sat back down next to him, it was an orange turtle.
Harry rolled his eyes and pointed his wand at his mouse, which Tom had apparently stunned, to change it into a garden snake.
Tom turned to glare at his partner, but found the other boy immersed in his Defence text.
"Cobre, are you just going to let your cup wander?" Tom asked as the snake found its own way onto the ground to search around.
"It's harmless. I figure I'll let it eat someone else's cup before I change it back," Harry replied tartly.
"It's not big enough to eat a mouse."
"Should I make it bigger, then?" Harry glanced up from his textbook curiously, catching Tom's gaze for the first time that day.
Tom bit back a gasp. The emerald gaze was intense, to say the least. He felt that the new student could see right through him, something only Dumbledore had ever made him feel before. Within the green orbs there was a lifetime of pain and suffering. This boy seemed to have faced many of the same things Tom himself had faced. It startled him.
Harry looked away, feeling uncomfortable with the way Tom had been staring at him with his unreadable teal eyes. "Never mind."
Tom changed his orange turtle into a black cat and started petting it idly, watching as the green-eyed boy returned to his book.
A female shriek from the back let everyone know where the snake had gotten to. Harry snorted and changed the snake back into a cup with a bored flick of his wand before, once again, returning to his book.
Tom and a few other Slytherins smirked, Dumbledore smiled, and everyone else just glared.
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A/N: Okay, there's a story behind the name I gave Harry, and I'll now explain it, for your enjoyment:
Salir Cobre was merely me trying to come up with a snake-like name.
Salir started with an "s" and I thought it sounded cool. I just pulled it from the top of my head.
Cobre was me messing with "cobra". As far as I know, it's just that, made-up.
I later found out that "salir" is a Spanish word that means "to leave". My mum said it probably would never be used as a name, but I was just shocked that it fit the story so well. Hence, I titled the fic that.
There, the famed history of Salir.
Oh, and, starting next chapter, I'm going to be calling Harry "Salir," just so you know. I'll put it at the beginning of next chapter, too.
~Batsutousai ^.^x
Chapters:
Prologue
1 - The Arrival ||| 2 - The Budding Friendship ||| 3 - Love Always Ruins Everything
4 - No Chance to Say Goodbye ||| 5 - Burdened Home
Epilogue - A New Age
Author:
batsutousaiBeta:
magickmaker17Pairings: Harry/Tom(Voldemort)
Warnings: This will have slash(Guys on guys, ppl.).
Summary: Thrown back in time by Lord Voldemort, Harry must adapt. Who should he befriend, and fall for, but the man who sent him back in time himself.
Disclaim Her: Negatron.
Chapter One – The Arrival
==============
"So, you're from the future?"
The black-haired youth groaned. "Yes. That's what I've been trying to tell you."
"And you were thrown here by a Dark Curse?"
"Yes."
"You'll have to excuse me if this is a little hard to believe, my dear boy."
"Oh, no. I can totally understand." Lack of sleep and too much stress coloured Harry's voice with heavy and cruel sarcasm, which was aimed at the only other person in the room, Albus Dumbledore.
Dumbledore impaled the boy with an annoyed silencing look, which Harry returned with a defiant glare.
Dumbledore sighed and wove his fingers into his auburn beard. "Well, until we find a way to send you back, I suppose you'll have to attend school here…"
"Of course." Harry sneered.
"Which means you'll need a name."
Harry sighed. He'd refrained from giving out his name, so as not to cause a paradox. "I don't know…"
The two wizards fell into a contemplative silence, trying to think up a name for the boy.
Then someone knocked on the door.
Dumbledore got up to open the door. "Headmaster."
"Ah, Albus, just the man I was looking for!"
Harry frowned. The voice of Armando Dippet was extremely hard to forget.
"I'm somewhat busy, Armando," Dumbledore said politely.
Dippet looked in and spotted the boy sitting moodily in a plush chair that was too big for him. "And who's this?"
"Salir Cobre," Harry said quickly.
"His parents are old friends of mine that would like him safely away from Grindelwald. I know it's last minute, but might we enrol him?"
Harry watched Dippet crumble. "I don't see why not. He'll have to be Sorted, and we need to know what year to put him in..."
"I'm in seventh year," Harry interjected coldly.
"Watch how you address your elders," Dippet replied. "I'm Professor Dippet, Headmaster here at Hogwarts, by the way."
"You need to be more polite," Dumbledore agreed. "Long trip or no."
Harry scowled.
Harry hadn't been all that surprised when he was placed in Slytherin. He was currently standing in front of the Great Hall while Dippet introduced him.
"...so if you'll please all make Mr Cobre feel at home here at Hogwarts, I'm sure this year will be a success for everyone," Dippet finished, then pointed the Slytherin Table out to Harry among the scattered applause.
Harry sat in a chair at the end of the table by himself and gave the food dark looks. After another summer of near-starvation (partially self-inflicted), the emerald-eyed boy didn't have much of an appetite. In fact, the food on the table in front of him was even making him queasy.
A cold man with short-cut, deep brown hair and obvious 'potion hands', as Ron would call them, walked along the Slytherin Table, handing out schedules. He stopped at Harry last, empty-handed. "Welcome to Slytherin, Mr Cobre. I'm your Head of House and Potions instructor, Professor Brakens. As you're new, I'll be partnering you with our top student and Head Boy, Mr Riddle, to help you out." Brakens motioned to a pale-skinned, raven-haired, teal-eyed Slytherin, who then came over. "This is Tom Riddle. Mr Riddle, please help Mr Cobre around."
"Of course, Professor." Tom Riddle smiled disarmingly.
"Good. He'll be sharing classes with you for now. Professor Dumbledore seemed to think that was the best while he's still getting acquainted with the school." Brakens' tone said how little he thought of the Transfiguration teacher.
"I get the feeling that whatever Professor Dumbledore says around here, goes," Harry murmured, still trying to work past his slight fear, anger, and annoyance at being stuck with the younger version of the wizard who had been trying to kill him since before he'd been born.
"Professor Dumbledore is a highly respected wizard," Brakens replied tightly.
::If a tad insane,:: Tom muttered in the low hiss of Parseltongue.
Harry smirked secretly. "All respected people are either insane or fake, as far as I can tell."
Tom blinked in surprise before narrowing his eyes dangerously at the newest Slytherin.
"You two will get along brilliantly." Brakens sighed and left, shaking his head.
Tom sat next to Harry. "Do you have any books?" he inquired coldly.
"Professor Dumbledore mentioned something about borrowing books..."
Tom groaned. "Fine. When you're done, we can run by the library quickly before our first class."
Harry shrugged and stood. "Right then. Off we go."
Tom frowned at the clean plate before Harry's seat, but also rose from the bench and led Harry from the Great Hall.
The first class was Advanced Transfiguration with Dumbledore, which contained seventh years from all of the Houses.
"Let's see what you have all remembered from last year. You'll each find that you have a cup in front of you. Please turn it into a mouse. Mr Cobre, if you could please come up here, I'd like to see what all you know."
Harry rolled his eyes and stood, idly transfiguring his cup into a mouse before stepping up to the teacher's desk. Dumbledore barely hid a smile while Tom picked up the mouse to look it over critically. The other students paused to glare at the new student before getting to work themselves.
"Well then, Mr Cobre. I see you can transfigure cups into mice."
"Obviously."
Dumbledore sighed, but said nothing about the boy's perpetual bad attitude. "Did you take your OWLs a couple of years ago?"
"Yes. I got an E. Why?" Harry forced himself to tone down on his attitude slightly. Angry Albus Dumbledore was really quite scary.
"You must have had a good teacher."
"I suppose…" Harry shrugged, mentally adding, 'But I wouldn't know since I learned everything from Hermione later…'
Dumbledore smiled and had Harry do a few test Transfigurations before sending him back to his seat next to Tom, obviously pleased.
Tom was busy changing his tea cup into random animals and back again, bored. When Harry sat back down next to him, it was an orange turtle.
Harry rolled his eyes and pointed his wand at his mouse, which Tom had apparently stunned, to change it into a garden snake.
Tom turned to glare at his partner, but found the other boy immersed in his Defence text.
"Cobre, are you just going to let your cup wander?" Tom asked as the snake found its own way onto the ground to search around.
"It's harmless. I figure I'll let it eat someone else's cup before I change it back," Harry replied tartly.
"It's not big enough to eat a mouse."
"Should I make it bigger, then?" Harry glanced up from his textbook curiously, catching Tom's gaze for the first time that day.
Tom bit back a gasp. The emerald gaze was intense, to say the least. He felt that the new student could see right through him, something only Dumbledore had ever made him feel before. Within the green orbs there was a lifetime of pain and suffering. This boy seemed to have faced many of the same things Tom himself had faced. It startled him.
Harry looked away, feeling uncomfortable with the way Tom had been staring at him with his unreadable teal eyes. "Never mind."
Tom changed his orange turtle into a black cat and started petting it idly, watching as the green-eyed boy returned to his book.
A female shriek from the back let everyone know where the snake had gotten to. Harry snorted and changed the snake back into a cup with a bored flick of his wand before, once again, returning to his book.
Tom and a few other Slytherins smirked, Dumbledore smiled, and everyone else just glared.
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A/N: Okay, there's a story behind the name I gave Harry, and I'll now explain it, for your enjoyment:
Salir Cobre was merely me trying to come up with a snake-like name.
Salir started with an "s" and I thought it sounded cool. I just pulled it from the top of my head.
Cobre was me messing with "cobra". As far as I know, it's just that, made-up.
I later found out that "salir" is a Spanish word that means "to leave". My mum said it probably would never be used as a name, but I was just shocked that it fit the story so well. Hence, I titled the fic that.
There, the famed history of Salir.
Oh, and, starting next chapter, I'm going to be calling Harry "Salir," just so you know. I'll put it at the beginning of next chapter, too.
~Batsutousai ^.^x
Prologue
4 - No Chance to Say Goodbye ||| 5 - Burdened Home
Epilogue - A New Age
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