FIC: Salir ~ Chapter Two ~ Voldemort/Harry ~ M/R

[batsutousai]

Title: Salir
Author: 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: B-I-N-G-O. B-I-N-G-O. B-I-N-G-O. And Bingo was his name-oooooooooooooo!!! *smirks as everyone winces*

A/N: I promised to put this here. From here on out, I'll be calling Harry "Salir". That's for the rest of this fic, you understand. *grins*

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Chapter Two – The Budding Friendship Continues

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The rest of his classes followed the same pattern as Transfiguration, each professor making sure the new student could perform in their class. Salir managed to prove himself well enough in all his core classes: Transfiguration, Potions, Charms, and Herbology. History of Magic was studying things he'd gone over back in his sixth year, so he spent the class getting caught up in Runes, which it appeared he'd also be taking with Tom, and that he barely proved he could do. He nearly tested out of Defense Against the Dark Arts, to the surprise of everyone else, but stayed in the class because he said he could always learn more.

It was after class, while they were in their common room, that Tom pulled Salir over to a shadowy corner to talk.

"You do know it's kind of difficult to avoid me when we sit next to each other in every class, but I'll give you an Outstanding for effort," Tom said sarcastically.

Salir snorted. "Don't get me wrong, Riddle. I just don't like people."

"You should have been in Ravenclaw, then, with all your books."

"And why aren't you there? You like being the only halfblood in Slytherin?"

Tom's eyes got a murderous look in them as they narrowed as his year-mate. "Watch your mouth, Cobre. You don't know anything about me."

"I know more than you think. In fact, I'll bet I know more about you than you do," Salir replied coldly.

"That's not possible," Tom hissed.

"Anything's possible, Heir or no," Salir shot back before pushing past a shocked Tom to return to their dorm.

Tom turned around suddenly and hurried after the other black-haired boy.

§ § § § §

Salir glanced up as the door locked behind Tom Riddle. A very furious Tom Riddle.

Salir smirked. "Did you need something?"

"What the hell are you playing at, Cobre?" Tom growled, hiding his fear about possibly being found out behind his anger at Salir's assuredness.

"Why, nothing. I'm merely giving the proper respect to the murdering Heir of Slytherin."

Tom leveled his wand at Salir, not put off in the least by the innocent air. "You won't be saying that to anyone else."

Salir pulled out his own wand and pointed it back at Tom. "I do believe I know a counter to every hex or curse you might use. And, if you were to use something 'Dark', Dumbledore will find out. I don't think you want that."

Tom narrowed his eyes, but had to admit, if only to himself, that Salir had a good point. Then he realized something. "Dumbledore sent you to watch me, didn't he?"

"Probably." Salir shrugged and leaned back against his bed's headboard, wand hand holding his wand in his lap loosely. "He's always doing things like that. It drives me nuts, but you learn to live with it."

Tom frowned and lowered his own wand, keeping tense, just in case. "You don't like Dumbledore, then?"

"I don't like the way he manipulates things to his advantage," Salir clarified lightly, closing his eyes in total relaxation.

"But you like him as a person." Tom sat on the edge of his own bed, curious. Most people he talked to either totally hated Dumbledore or loved him no matter what. He, himself, fell among the former.

"I understand most of his reasonings, and I guess I like him as a person, but I'm always wary about trusting him." Salir shrugged again. "What about you, Mr Riddle?"

Tom snorted. "I don't like him. He assumes without facts and is too wild and extreme."

"And he didn't save you from the orphanage?" Salir asked carelessly, remembering something Voldemort had let slip once.

Tom froze.

"Sorry!" Salir exclaimed, eyes shooting open as he realized he'd over-stepped the bounds of the near peace they'd had. "I have that Gryffindor tendency to say stupid things without thinking. I didn't mean to be rude."

"Could have fooled me." Tom stood and started towards the door.

"I started out wanting to hurt you, but I didn't mean to that time! Don't leave angry!"

Tom paused, shocked that anyone actually cared enough to want him to stay, and glanced back at Salir, meeting his gaze. The emerald eyes shimmered with honesty and sadness. Once again, Tom was shocked with the intensity of the other's eyes.

"I don't have any friends here, and I've never been good at making them," Salir admitted sadly, breaking the silence that had fallen over the room as Tom stared.

"Are you asking to be friends?" Tom asked disbelievingly. No one wanted had to be his friend. Ever.

"I don't know." Salir watched his own wand as he shifted it back and forth between his hands, a habit he'd picked up from Voldemort after their many drawn-out meetings. "You're the only person who's talked to me like a normal person."

"Slytherins are not known for being polite or friendly, especially to those who surpass them." Tom snorted.

"I know that." Salir shrugged, eyes still on his wand. "But I didn't expect them to be as rude as they have been."

Tom rolled his eyes. "You've bested almost everyone within the first week of classes. They're used to me, but no one knows anything about you. They hate it."

"Joy. They hate me because I'm smart." Salir groaned, burying his face in his hands. "What idiots."

Tom settled himself on the edge of Salir's bed nervously. "What are your friends at home like?"

Salir blinked up into curious teal eyes. "Well, there's my two best friends… You probably wouldn't get along with them too well."

"Really?"

A faint smile pulled at Salir's lips. "Well, one's Muggle-born, the other's a pureblood Muggle sympathizer."

Tom twitched. "No, we wouldn't get along."

"My Muggle friend, ‘Mione, is all booky. She's always studying. Always trying to get us to do our work. She and my other friend, Ron, started going out in sixth year." Salir's face fell.

Tom winced sympathetically. "Love always ruins everything," he said, thinking of his own parents.

‘Not Harry! Not Harry! Please-- I'll do anything—‘ Salir nodded, throat tight. "It does."

They remained silent for a long time.

§ § § § §

"If we're late, I'll kill you!" Tom hissed angrily as he and Salir left the common room.

Salir rolled his eyes and followed Tom through the dungeons. He was trying to decide if showing the other boy a secret passage would be worth the questions later.

"Damnit! We're going to be late!" Tom cried. "How could you lose your wand?"

"Okay, shut up." Salir grabbed Tom by the back of his school robe and pulled Tom through what looked to be a solid wall that led to a secret stair. The taller boy's constant complaints had decided his actions for him. ‘Damn my Gryffindor half…'

"How–?"

"I said, shut up."

Tom glared at Salir's back as the green-eyed boy led them up the stairs and down a dark hallway. It opened out down the hall from the History classroom, their destination.

They slid into their seats just as the bell rang and Binns walked into the classroom. The man made himself at home with the podium, then started speaking in a monotone.

Tom turned to Salir, who was reading a Restricted book. "Cobre, how did you know about that passageway?"

"Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs," Salir replied flippantly, not looking up from his book.

"Who?"

"Some adult friends."

"Cobre-"

"Riddle, I am trying to read this and I would appreciate it if you would shut the hell up."

Tom grabbed the book out of Salir's hands and pulled it away, noting the spell that Salir had been reading about was on time travel.

Salir glared at him. "Riddle, hand me back my book before I hex you."

Tom smirked, glad, for once, that they were in the back of the classroom and had an idiot for a teacher. "Why are you reading up on time travel? Planning on going somewhere for extra credit?"

"Give me back the sodding book," Salir demanded, wand suddenly poking Tom's side.

Tom scowled and handed the book back over.

Salir returned to his reading.

§ § § § §

"Anything?" Salir asked as he sat before Dumbledore's desk.

"I haven't found a thing."

"Bloody hell."

"Language."

"That would be English."

"Ten points from Slytherin."

Salir scowled.

"Are you sure you can't remember the curse used?"

Salir shook his head helplessly. "No. I'm really not good with my Latin."

"You said, what, fifty-five years had passed?"

"Yes."

"We may not have a spell yet that will fix everything."

Salir's head hit Dumbledore's desk with a ‘thunk'.

Dumbledore smiled. "So, how's Mr Riddle?"

Salir glanced up, one eyebrow cocked at the older wizard. "Did you set me up to keep an eye on him or something?"

"Perhaps."

"Figures." Salir snorted. "He's fine. Rather rude, at times, but we get along well enough."

"That's good."

"Why don't you trust him, Professor?"

"What makes you think that?"

Salir gave the man an annoyed look that said he didn't think, he knew.

Dumbledore twitched. "Speaking of Mr Riddle, might he be wondering where you are?"

‘No,' Salir thought viciously. Out loud, he agreed, "Probably is. Let me know if you find something, Professor." He stood.

"Of course, my dear boy. Have a good day."

"You too, sir." Salir left the office and scowled. ::Bastard,:: he hissed in Parseltongue, a habit he'd fallen into when talking to himself to make people leave him alone at school. ::Nothing changes in fifty-five years.::

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A/N: I WILL answer any questions you have, just so you all know. I'm pretty damn sure there are some. I have to constantly go back and explain things to myself – having written this chicken scratch quite a few months ago – so I figure I'm bound to be confusing others. Ask when you have questions. I'm BOUND to answer some day.

~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

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