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Chapter One – Enter Arrigo Figulus

A messy black haired man with emerald green eyes, but who lacked the round black rimmed glasses from his youth, appeared in Hogsmeade in late August. He looked around trying to get his bearings before throwing up his dark hooded cloak and approaching the dismal looking Hog’s Head. He walked into the Inn and approached the younger Dumbledore brother about renting a room. The man had the same bright blue eyes as his older brother; however they lacked the mischievous sparkle and knowing quality belonging to the Headmaster of Hogwarts. “Ah me favorite Dumbledore brother, Aberforth, I’ve heard a great deal about ye. However, I probably should warn ya that ya might be caught out with the Ministry soon if ya continue on with that Jimmy the bridge builder impression yuv got goin’ on wit yer goats.”

The old man raised an eyebrow, “What would you know about what I do with my goats?”

“I don’t know much but I know that those pesky ministry blokes migh’ be stickin’ their noses in yer business if the current rumors continue to circulate.” The boy pulled down the hood of his cloak casting a bit of a glamour at the same time, his hair was shoulder length silky black, and his lightning bolt shaped scar was completely hidden. He held out his hand, “I be Arrigo Figulus, and I be needin’ to rentin’ a room. I was homeschooled up until my late mother’s death, and need a place to stay while I meet with the other Dumbledore about enrolling in Hogwarts for me final year. I got plenty of gold, if yer worried about that.”

“I’ve lived here all my life and I’ve never heard of a family with the surname Figulus before,” the man’s already gray brow furrowed.

“Ah, yeah well me ancestry ain’t from these islands until recently, ya know like how da Malfoy’s and da Black’s originate from France?” The barkeep nodded. “Well, ya see me gran’da was from Italy and the surname Figulus was given because of the trade me family were known fer. Ya know making dem clay pots and such back in burning times.”

“So, you come from a family of Potters?”

“Ya but no relation to dem English ones in Godric’s Hallow though our families were both quite famous in the trade way back when. Too bad crafts like that be dyin’ in the modern era. So many muggle manufacturing equipemen’ was making its ways into our world. Ya know making things quickly with the power of steam and water, which starts going with only a flick of one’s wand. Me gran’da used to use his hands to make one special pot while the rest of them were manipulated by his magic. They had da same qualities as da one manipulated by his hand. Handmade pots have always been more expensive,” The young man explained as he pulled out a handful of Galleons. “How much to rent a room fer the rest of da mon’?”

Arrigo put the required amount of Galleons on the counter and the old man handed over a key. He walked up the stairs and let out a slow sigh. He had adventured back into the past to change his life and hopefully save many others. Not saying that overcoming Voldemort in his own time wasn’t a happy ending, however he lost so many. He needed to intercept Snape to make sure the man never faced that regret, he needed to stop Regulus from going to his death after discovering the Dark Lord’s secret. He needed to do so many things, and he needed to save Narcissa and Draco from Lucius’ poor decisions and over all corruptness. Of course it had come out recently in the Prophet that Lucius had been gay the whole time and joined the Dark Lord because he enjoyed the man’s attentions. Apparently the blonde hung all over the Dark Lord like Bellatrix did at the beginning. Too bad Voldemort didn’t understand the concept of love and only wished to participate in such acts to dominate and cause pain.

Arrigo pulled his trunk out of his pocket and brought it back to its original size with his beloved holly and phoenix feather wand. He canceled his hair glamour before sucking down the hair growth potion Hermione made him before his great adventure. Of course she didn’t know that he’d found a time portal in one of the sealed off rooms off the Chamber of Secrets. He had maintained his Parseltongue abilities even after the death of Voldemort. His hair soon took on the length he had previously appeared with. He again applied the glamor over the scar on his forehead and changed his robes. Upon looking in the mirror he realized his similar features to James Potter disappeared with those simple changes. Of course the golden tan helped. He walked down the stairs and out the pub before appearing before the gates of Hogwarts. He walked up to the castle doors and found the Head Master’s office. After guessing every sweet that came to mind, the gargoyle finally moved. He walked up the stairs and was soon met the formally dead sparkling blue eyes of Albus Dumbledore.

“Ah Mr. Figulus I was expecting your visit. Though I cannot help but wonder how you got past my gargoyles so easily.”

“Yes well, your sweet tooth is quite legendary and all I had to do was ask around a bit. I just started guessing any sweet I could think of and well Licorice snaps are quite sharp.” The other man raised an eyebrow, “Ah yes my accent. Well, you see I know the type of people who hang out at your brother’s inn and I didn’t want them to take too much notice of me. I mean speaking with something close to an Oxford accent when stating I was homeschooled and came from a long line of Potters might draw a bit too much attention. Let’s just say that me mum’s death was a bit questionable and I don’t want her murders tracking me down too quickly, so yeah I guess the name I’m using may not be the one I was born with. However, I did legally change it and have all the proper documentation with the Ministry. Those bloody Death Eaters and that hypocritical leader of theirs will not find me now. Plus I’ve changed my appearance as well as my name.”

“Will you share with me your previous name?”

Arrigo shook his head, which caused some of his hair to come loose from its leather strap it was pulled back in, “I’m sorry Headmaster, but I’d rather let me mum’s murders think that they killed me with her. Oh the powers of an enchanted clay person and I only have my pottery ancestors to thank for it.”

The man’s blue eyes sparkled, “Ah well then perhaps we should sort you before September 1^st since you’re only here for you last year. Let me place this hat upon your head and see where you’ll spend your last year.” He pointed the elder wand at the old hat and levitated it upon Arrigo’s head.

The hat began to whisper in his mind listing his qualities. “Yes Mr. Potter I know who you truly are and what you wish to obtain with using Slytherin’s time chamber, which was lost knowledge and I don’t know how you found it. I guess you want to be in Gryffindor again or are you willing to give the snakes a chance this time. I still believe you’d do quite well in Slytherin.”

Harry thought, “I want Slytherin because I don’t want my mum or dad figuring out who I really am. Plus I need to befriend both Snape and Regulus and they’re both in Slytherin.”

The hat yelled, “Slytherin.”

Dumbledore’s brow furrowed, “It’s interesting that you’ve been sorted into the same house as the leader of your mother’s murders.”

Arrigo laughed, “Yes well they’d never expect me to be alive. Even if by some miracle they believed I lived, they never look for me in Slytherin, so it’s perfect really.

Arrigo made his way to Malfoy Manor deciding it was best to take care of Lucius right away. It was a good thing he was able to get Hermione to brew two doses of the slave bond potion without telling her why he needed it. Though he was sure she suspected he was up to something and thus more than likely brewed the antidote was well. He was sure that she didn’t realize his plan to travel through time. She’d never think to administer the antidote to Lucius and if she did it would be twenty years too late. The antidote would only work if administered within the first year of the bond creation.

He knocked on the door of the manor and the door was answered by Dobby. “I’m Lord Arrigo Figulus here to see Master Malfoy. Will you please show me to his office?”

The familiar elf nodded his head and showed Arrigo to Lucius’ study where the man was sitting behind his desk reading documents. The handsome young man approached the blonde with perfect grace, “Lucius, I’ve come to fulfill your needs. I understand that you’re unhappy in your marriage with Narcissa because she’s a member of the fairer sex. I can give you exactly what you need and want. I want to see your pleasure room now.”

The man’s grey eyes were wide and his pupils blown at the command, “Ah so he sent you. He promised to find me someone if I served him well.”

“Yes, he sent me, and now I’m growing patient. I was hoping to just torture you with pleasure but if you don’t move it I’ll be forced to punish you.” Arrigo’s voice carried its underlying threat which caused a visible tremble in the other man. “Too late, Lucius come over here now and Kneel.” Arrigo took out a spiked leather collar attached to a leash. The blonde was quickly kneeling before him and the black haired boy could see the aristocrats growing problem. He quickly slipped the collar around his neck and spoke the word the made it seamless and permanent without the proper spell. He pulled the leash up and demanded, “You will crawl there. If you act like a good pet then I’ll give you more pleasure than you could ever imagine, but first you will drink this.” He pulled out the potion and forced it down his awaiting slave’s throat. The blonde choked as he was forced to swallow it.

“Dobby,” Arrigo called. The little elf popped before him, “I want you to pop us into Lucius’ hidden pleasure room, and make sure that no one can find us.” The elf nodded and they were soon in a room that resembled a torture chamber with a lush king sized bed in the middle.

His green eyes narrowed as he looked at the man before him. All he had to do was completely dominate the man and then the blonde would be his slave and follow his every order for the rest of his life. The idea of having that horrible man under his control and warming his bed caused a smile to spread across the former savior’s face. He walked over to the rack and pulled Lucius with him. He pulled out his wand, banished the blonde’s expensive clothes and levitated the man onto it before quickly casting the charm to lock him in. He then levitated it vertical, “We’ll start with a punishment for not obeying me right off the bat. You enjoy pain, don’t you?”

He hissed, “Yes Master.”

Arrigo picked up the willow switch and struck the blonde between his shoulders causing it to break the skin, “I don’t think you’ve learned your lesson yet. When I command you to do something, what do you do Lucius?”

The blonde sobbed, “I obey master.”

“That’s right and since you answered correctly I will heal you after I’m done with your punishment.” The younger wizard struck the waiting blonde until Malfoy sobbed and begged for him to stop. He looked down at the back that looked like it was ran through a grinder and almost gagged. He held his wand to the back and started chanting the same healing charm that Severus used on Draco after the bathroom incident in their sixth year. Once the back was fully healed and the blood back in the blonde’s body, he approached with his hand. He gave a nice slap to the other’s behind, which caused the man to moan. “I’m going to make your arse blush. Do you like that?”

“Yes,” he hissed as Arrigo smacked him a little harder.

He ran his fingers up and down the newly healed back and felt his manhood thickening. He stuck his dry finger into the blondes waiting heat and quickly stuck a second one in causing the other man to scream before casting the lubrication spell. He added more fingers stretching him and looking for the pleasure spot inside the other man. The other man moaned and pushed back against his hand when he found it, “You’re just a little slag aren’t you, Malfoy? You enjoy being pounded by the Dark Lord. You enjoy bowing down and kissing the robes of a half blood preaching pureblood power. Soon you’ll belong to me more than you do your own wife. You will serve me instead of the Dark Lord.”

He pulled out his fingers with a slight pop, and quickly unzipped his trouser fly before shoving his dripping manhood into the blonde’s tight hole. He started pounding into him while holding his wand and chanting in Latin, which strengthened his control over the man and caused the collar to disappear. He continued to hit that sweet spot until the man before him screamed in pleasure and started tightening around him. He then let his own orgasm hit. He quickly pulled out and tucked himself back in, “I don’t understand why a man with your preferences married such a beautiful woman. Why would you take her from a proper husband when you are attracted to your same gender?”

“I have to have an heir,” he panted.

Arrigo released the bindings and levitated the still naked man over to the waiting bed. He summoned a vibrating plug and added a little bit of lube before shoving it into the other man. He cast a spell that wouldn’t allow the other man to remove it but it would disappear when the man had to relieve himself and would return when he finished. He pulled out a needle and slowly ran it through the man’s nipple, which caused him to whimper. He followed by quickly spelling in a vibrating nipple ring and did the same to the other. He whispered the spell that turned the plug on first and then the rings secondly. The blonde started panting and grabbing at the bedding below his hands. He pulled the foreskin covering his new slaves purple head, and quickly cast the circumcision spell, which pulled a painful howl from the man. When he noticed the blonde had passed out from the pain of the other spell, he pulled out a longer and thicker needle, which he stuck through the head of his new slave’s penis. He spelled in the bar into the hole as he pulled it out. He then cast the healing spell on all three new piercings and a second that made them invisible from everyone else’s eyes except for Arrigo’s and Lucius.

He quickly woke the man up before he rolled the man’s vibrating nipple between his thumb and forefinger, “You look like you’re ready to explode a second time Lucius. You really do love pleasure, don’t you?”

“Yes, please master. Please let me release,” the man begged trying to find some friction.

“I want you to roll over and hump the bed Lucius. Let me watch you root around in the bed until you release like a bitch in heat.” He watched as the usually reserved man roll over and started humping the bedding moaning. Harry pulled himself out and started stroking with the vision in front of him. It didn’t take much of watching the usually proud man humping the mattress like a dog humping someone’s leg. Soon he released and squirted all over the man’s back, tucked himself back in, and slapped the man’s ass. “I don’t understand how someone like you could have power. You’re just so willing to be told what to do. Why are you a ministry official anyway?”

The pale man stopped moving and moaned, “I followed the career path my father set for me.”

“Not anymore. You will serve as Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor this year. Your interview with Dumbledore is tomorrow. You will impress him with your knowledge of defense and you will not mention anything about the Dark Lord. You belong to me and only me now, Lucius,” Arrigo grabbed the man’s marred left forearm and covered it with his power palm. “I order your body to reject the Dark Mark. The black ink will bleed out of your arm causing excruciating pain overnight, but it will be completely healed tomorrow.”

Upon his command and the working of the slave potion, the Dark Mark turned red and started bleeding. Harry reached into his bag and pulled out a purifying cream. He rubbed the cream over the mark and watched it bubble up as it attacked the dark magic. He then called Dobby, “You will keep Lucius down here until I return tomorrow and apply this cream every hour. It will cause him to scream in pain as it removes all traces of the dark magic.”

The elf nodded, “Yes master, I will. The house now recognizes you as the Master of the home since you are Lord Malfoy’s master. You have gained access to all of the vaults and even the power over Narcissa.”

The dark haired wizard chuckled, “That’s good to hear. I should probably go inform her of her new power, as she will be in charge of the Manor while Lucius and I are at Hogwarts.”

September 1^st arrived quickly with how fast time passes when one is busy burying his cock into his former school nemesis’ father. However, it didn’t take much to get as much pleasure as possible from his knew slave. The Dark Lord could no longer call upon Lucius; the Manor had more wards not allowing anyone but Arrigo, Lucius, and Narcissa into the home. Arrigo also managed to put it under the Fidelius Charm with him as the secret keeper. He quickly passed through the barrier at Kings Cross and boarded the train in black trousers and an emerald green button-up. He walked toward the back of the train hoping to find Severus and Regulus; however upon his trek to the Slytherin part of the train, he was stopped by four familiar faces.

“Hey look James we’ve gotten a new snake,” Sirius announced stepping in front of Arrigo.

The dark haired boy rolled his eyes, “Are you serious? You really think you could come up with a better insult for a seventh year mutt?” He turned to his previous doppelganger, “You know James. If you really want Lily to like you, then you need to show her that you’ve grown up. You’re Head Boy now; you really should stop bullying others and try to keep Black in line.” He looked over at the werewolf, “Remus, it’s about time you stand up to your friends. They will not stop being your friends just because you’re the voice of reason within the group. You’re the only thinker among them after all, but apparently you had a bit too much courage for Ravenclaw.” He then turned to the little rat child who was hiding behind the others, “Peter no one should be friends with you. You’re the one that doesn’t understand the concept of loyalty. You really should just join your Death Eater friends now, so you won’t betray your friends later.”

Sirius narrowed his grey eyes, “How the hell do you know us when we’ve never seen you before?”

“Yes and you must really keep tabs on all of the Slytherins since your brother Regulus is one, right? Or do you just keep eying up one very talented potion student? Of course I know who you four are; you’re the famous Maurders after all.” He looked over at Sirius, “Padfoot.” He turned toward Remus, “Moony.” He then looked James right into the eyes, “Prongs.” He scowled at Peter, “Wormtail, but really you should be called rat bastard. Only a rat bastard would ever consider going to the Dark Lord acting as a spy in the Order. You really shouldn’t be allowed to become a member of the Order. I mean, of course you’re squirrely; you turn into a rat after all. Where’s the bravery in being a rat? I mean the stag is a majestic but overly proud and arrogant creature. It fits James quite well; however he really needs to have his ego deflated if he really wants a chance at the very humble and loving Lily. Well really Sirius being a big dog works out quit well, since he’s named after the brightest star in the night sky, which also happens to be in the dog constellation. And well Moony really is far too nice and the opposite of the stereotypes that follow someone of his caliber, as he’s the most humane of all of you, and technically he’s not human about 13 days out of the year.”

“Who are you and how the hell do you know all of our bloody secrets?” Sirius crossed his arms.

“I’m Arrigo Figulus and I was homeschooled until recently because of circumstances beyond my control, so I have decided to finish my final year at Hogwarts. As to knowing your secrets, well you all really should learn how to close your bloody minds if you don’t want another person to access them. Though I suppose, Hogwarts doesn’t teach Occlumency as a part of the main curriculum. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have some new housemates to meet including the more subdue Black brother. Arrivederci.” He waved his hand behind him and walked further down the train where he found an open compartment with a familiar face sitting alone reading a book.

He opened the door and stepped in before clearing his throat, “I’m new. Do you mind if I join you?”

Severus looked up from his book, “You’re new and you choose to sit in my compartment?”

“Well yes. You seem to be a well-read individual and I’d like to hang out with a serious person rather than those horrible Gryffindorks who just stopped me in the bloody hallway. I mean seriously how a person named something so similar could be so juvenile and impossible, I’ll never know. I’m sure he’ll never amount to anything other than womanizing and being disowned from his ancient and noble family because he has no manners what so ever.”

Severus chuckled for a moment before looking back at him and staring straight into his green eyes, “So do you know what house you’re in or are you still waiting to be sorted?”

Arrigo waved his hand, “No, I’m Arrigo by the way. The Headmaster set the hat upon my head when I met with him about my severely late arrival to Hogwarts. I’m a proud member of the cunning and ambitious, which I guess it’s expected since I share Slytherin’s gift, after all.” He looked around the compartment, “So where are all your friends, anyway? I couldn’t imagine such an interesting wizard would be without them.”

“Ah well, I lost my best friend at the end of Fifth Year.” He rubbed the back of his neck and mumbled, “I called her a bad name and she refused to forgive me.”

Arrigo smiled sadly, “You know that sometimes you have to apologize more than once before obtaining forgiveness. Perhaps if you show her that you are different, then she’ll forgive you. I saw this beautiful and caring red head with the same shade of green eyes as mine. I was a bit shocked to see that she was Head Girl, but she seemed just so nice and nothing like those other Gryffindorks. If I were to be friends with a Gryffindor, I really think it would be her. She’s just got such a kind heart and she smiled at me. I think if her friend called her something horrible, she would forgive him if he showed her that he was different. Your friend may have seen you hanging out with Slytherins interested in joining the Dark Lord’s cause, when it’s hypocritical for a half-blood to follow another half-blood under the premise of blood purity. A half-blood would never be good enough in their eyes, but yet they all bow down before Tom Marvolo Riddle. Riddle being his muggle father’s last name. Are you going to introduce yourself?”

“Yes, I’m Severus Snape.” He looked back down at his book, “Lily was the friend that I lost and the girl that you just described. Do you really believe that if I stop hanging out with Avery, Mulciber, and Regulus and apologize to her that she’ll forgive me?”

“Perhaps not Regulus, he’s just a product of his upbringing after all. I hear that his mother’s a total hag. With his older brother being such a disappointment, all of the pressure has been placed on the younger brother’s shoulders. I think there’s still hope for him. I plan on reaching out to him and hopefully prevent him from taking the mark, but I fear he might already have it.”

“How do you know so much if you were homeschooled?”

He shrugged, “I’ve been keeping an eye on pureblood circles. No one really pays attention to me, so I can easily listen to the gossip. So, have I passed well enough to be considered a friend? I promise to help gain back your friendship with Lily; however I fear that she never felt anymore for you than platonic love of a brother or close friend. I understand she was the world to you because she was the first person to befriend you. What is your home life like? You just seem like someone who perhaps didn’t have the ideal childhood. You sure don’t have the ego that Potter is running around with, but you do seem to have some of the insecurities that Black is running around with. Insecurities that cause him to pick on other’s to make himself feel better, but in the end bullying is never the answer. You seem like someone who’d rather disappear in your books than deal with those around you.”

“How do you do that?”

Arrigo shrugged, “I’ve always been a good reader of people. I’m sure that you’re already studying Occlumency, so it’s not mind magic. Don’t worry your shields are still intact. No one will know about your blood status, half-blood right? Mother pureblood and father muggle who hates magic and drinks a lot. The two get into rows often and you’ve learned to avoid them when their fighting because if you get involved the violence is turned on you?”

“Does something about me scream abused and neglected?”

The new student nodded, “Well, yeah. It’s in the way you dress, the way you let your hair just fall limply, it’s like you don’t care about your appearance because you feel that you’ll be unattractive no matter what. You nose is crooked and hooked like it’s been broken several times. You’re already wearing your robes as if what you’re wearing underneath them is embarrassing. You seem to hold onto your book as if it is your lifeline and that you can find all of your answers in the Dark Arts. You want to sign up with the Death Eaters because you feel as though doing so will give you power, but you’re really talented at potions. You could gain recognition for publishing the improvements you’ve made to potions like the Draught of Living Death. You know the text actually says to chop the bean but crushing it with a metal blade allows one to squeeze more juice into the potion. Perhaps you could consider applying to replace Slughorn as Potions Professor after that old Walrus retires.”

Severus scoffed, “Yeah me dealing with dunderheads every day. Sticking around the school where I’ve been tortured, but then again it’s the only home I have. Perhaps it wouldn’t be too bad.”

Arrigo nodded, “However you’ll need to develop a bit of a bedside manner. You can’t possibly force a student to get better by calling them names, belittling them, and scowling them down as they attempt to make a potion. Also if James Potter ever has a child, don’t hold a grudge against the son just because of who’s his father. You’re surely not like your father and would never be judged based upon him.”

The door slid open and lovely blonde with an airy voice, “We’ll be there soon.” She looked over at Arrigo and smiled, “You might want to change into your robes unless you’re being sorted with the first years.”

Arrigo chuckled, “I guess I should put on my Slytherin robes so that everyone will know that I’ve already been sorted.” He smiled at her, “Thank you for reminding me.” He pulled his uniform out of his trunk and headed toward the bathroom. His mind racing with what he already achieved and looking forward to visiting his blonde lover in his rooms, he smirked as he thought about what he could do the man at dinner with a simple whispered spell. He chuckled about stimulating the man’s prostrate to the point where he would be begging for release. He’d spelled a locked cock ring over him the night previously to make sure that Lucius wouldn’t be able to relieve himself. He was looking forward to humiliating the man before giving him what he so desperately needs.
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