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Da Molto Tempo	By : ValkyrieNiennaHelyanwe Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Salazar Views: 20038 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Chapter List
- 1-Chapter One; Owls and Planning
- 2-Chapter Two
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CHAPTER TWO-

He started to drift awake again slowly, it wasn�t the first time he had started to wake in the last couple days; but it was the first time he felt he would be able to open his eyes. The first time he had fought his way to semi consciousness he was only able to feel the things around himself, like the blanket that surrounded him and the pillows his head was resting against. The second time his hearing had started to return, even if all he�d been able to hear was the crackling of the fire that was no doubt keeping his room warm. Each time he started to wake an irritating feeling of something being wrong, or maybe missing was the better term, nagged at him. He hoped it went away once he was awake and able to see his surroundings.

The first thing he noticed when he opened his eyes was that he didn�t recognize a thing around him. The colors, the furniture, the style, and hell even the smell of the room seemed off- not quite right to him. He didn�t panic though, maybe he was just in a room he hadn�t visited before, he tried to think back; to see what he could remember. His name seemed like an easy thing to start with...or so he thought. No matter how hard he dug back he couldn�t remember, it was like his memories of his past had been erased. He could still remember being able to perform magic, and that not everyone should know he could do it, but his name, his family, friends, and home were all missing. He could feel his breath catching as he started to panic, why couldn�t he remember who he was!?

He could feel his magic starting to get out of control the more he panicked, and some instinct told him he needed to calm down before something exploded- but he was having trouble battling his panic down to a manageable level. He got a needed distraction when the door to the room he was in banged open and a tall man dressed in a black tunic and robe strode confidently in. There was something familiar about his long dark red hair pulled back in a ponytail, but it wasn�t quite right- the hair was a shade or two too dark and the features didn�t match the face that flashed briefly across his memory.

�Ah, so your finally awake are you?� the man asked, strolling across the room till he was settled next to the bed. �Helga will be pleased, she was worried you wouldn�t wake up at all after having your magic drained away like that.� His voice was cool, but not unfriendly like one would expect after taking in his dour appearance. It was his eyes that captivated you though, almond shaped pools of amber brown set on an aristocratic face with a slim nose and slightly full lips.

"Who are you? Where am I? Why am I here? What happened to me� he paused and took a deep breath �And does it have anything to do with why I can't remember anything?" He could see the slightly amused smile tugging at the man's lips until he registered the last question

"You can't remember anything, nothing at all?"

"Only that I can do magic, and that not everyone should know. I don't even remember my name!"

"I will have to talk to Helga, but to answer your questions, you are in my home, and you are here because I found you while I was out for a walk - I don't know what happened to you, just that you had severe magical drain and you collapsed on my lands, very near the far border. I normally do not travel that way, but I wanted to walk for a while longer then usual. I almost missed you, but noticed your hand sticking out of a bush just as I passed it.� he stood up and started to walk away, �Let me go get Helga now, she will want to know you�re awake, and will probably yell at me for not getting her right away."

"Wait, what is your name?" he called out, hating the fact that he didn�t already know, or even have a slight idea.

The man paused on his way out the door, turning his head to throw his answer over his shoulder "Salazar Slytherin." And with that he was gone out the door with a swish of his robes.

He looked around the room as he waited for Salazar to come back; there really wasn�t much else he could do. The whole room as very cozy with its warm maple stained furniture and rich earth tones. The bed he was reclining on had cream-colored sheets and dark moss green covers. The pillows were a mix of the two colors, with cream being the main with dark green bands around the edges and a tasteful swirling pattern in a slightly lighter green. The rest of the room seemed to be done with those two colors in mind, with different shades of green and tones of cream and gold- it was a very inviting room. Trying to sit up seemed to sap all his energy, by the time he had managed to swing his legs off the side of the bed he was already breathing a little hard and his muscles felt like rubber. He forced himself to get to his feet, swaying a bit as he tried to get his balance back; but he wanted out of that bed and not even the fact that he felt like passing back out was going to stop him.

He was halfway across the room, just a few feet from the window, when the door opened again and a young woman strolled in. She was slightly below average height, maybe an inch or two shorter then himself, with short curly dark blonde hair that stopped just below her shoulders. She was dressed in a dark yellow gown and carried herself with a calm assurance; he was reminded of someone, and instinct made him blurt out. �I wasn�t trying to leave the room, I promise.�

Seeing him over near the window and not in the bed like she had expected brought a scowl to her face. �And just who gave you permission to get out of bed?� she scolded, bustling across the room and grabbing him by his trembling arm, leading him back to the bed. She gently pushed him back down and took her wand out, performing a few diagnostic medical spells, checking on his health after exerting himself. He was too weak to resist as she forced him to lie back down and take a small vial of potion she had pulled from a pocket on her gown. By the time he had finished swallowing the faintly nasty thing Salazar was back and standing next to the bossy blonde.

�I see Helga has already forced you to take one of my potions�� he said, a faint grin quirking his lip up a bit.

�Now don�t you be telling him anything bad about me Salazar Slytherin. I wouldn�t even have forced him to take a potion if he hadn�t been stupid enough to get out of bed and try to get to the window.� She retorted, confirming his assumption that she was the Helga Salazar had been speaking of before.

Salazar frowned and shot him a disapproving look, �Why would you try and get out of bed? I told you I would be right back.�

�I just wanted to get a look outside, see if I recognized anything.�

The frown melted off his face, and an understanding look replaced it. �I highly doubt you would�not many have seen the Slytherin family lands.� He moved around the bed and sat on the other side, giving Helga more room to maneuver. Helga continued to bustle around him, checking on his bedding and waving her wand to check his magical core. �So have you any idea what you want us to call you? We can�t just leave you without a name, even if you cant remember your real name.�

This caught him off guard, he had no idea what his real name was- or what he wanted to be called. Helga seemed to notice his confounded look and offered up a solution, �Why don�t we call him Aystan? It means foundling, and he certainly is your little foundling Salazar.�

�Aystan sounds fine�� Salazar mused, looking to Helga. �So how is Aystan doing?�

Helga frowned, looking me over. �Well he seems to have a bit of a concussion, the rather nasty bruise on his forehead is a testament to that, but other then that he seems fine. A bit weak due to magical shock, but he should be back to perfect health in a few days.� Satisfied with his results she stopped bustling around and took the seat on the other side of the bed. She seemed to be studying him, �You know you look a bit like two of my other friends�� she mused.

�Who?� Salazar asked, looking a little confused. The two of them shared quite a few acquaintances�but he couldn�t see who she was talking about.

�Well he has some of the features of the Gryffindor line, you can see it in his facial structure. Although his mouth, eyes and build are pure Ravenclaw, only that family has those lily pad green eyes.� She seemed to become lost in thought for a moment while Salazar looked me over.

�Indeed, I can see it now that you pointed it out.� His warm honey colored eyes searched mine. �Do the names Godric Gryffindor or Rowena Ravenclaw sound familiar to you?�

For just a brief second I saw the blurry image of a shield swam across my minds eye. It was sectioned off into four separate sections, each with a different animal and color. Almost in response to Salazar�s question two of the four sections became clearer, the first was a rampant gold lion on a field of red. The other appeared to be a bronze eagle with wings spread on a field of sapphire blue. This image was gone almost as quickly as it came, but it was enough to give him hope that his memories would eventually come back.

Helga, �So, do you recognize them?�

�I saw a shield. It was blurry for a second but then two of the four-divided sections became clear. One was a rampant gold lion on a field of red and the other a bronze eagle on a field of blue.�

�That sounds like the Gryffindor and Ravenclaw coat of arms�� Salazar said, frowning a bit.

�Maybe he is one of their cousins we haven�t met before?� Helga suggested. �I mean Rowena and Godric are third cousins, he could be related to one of them��

�You really think so?� he replied, looking me over with a thoughtful look. �I can see what you mean about him looking a bit like Lord Godric, and those eyes do indeed remind me of Lady Rowena�s.�

I butted in, �So you think I may be related to two of your friends?� I couldn�t hide the hopeful tone in my voice, hell my voice fairly quivered with it.

Helga sent me a gentle smile, �Indeed I do. I will send them a missive asking them to visit me, as soon as you are well enough to be moved to my Manor.� She sent Salazar a chastising look; �Salazar here won�t allow Godric or Rowena onto his private grounds.�

I couldn�t hide my smirk at the frustrated look on Salazar�s face; he had clearly heard this argument before. I just watched as they continued to bicker back and forth for the next few minutes. They�re bantering almost reminded me of something, but I couldn�t quite put my finger on it. They seemed almost like siblings, a younger brother arguing with his older sister, to his mind.

I was drawn back into the conversation when Helga spoke to me, �Aystan, your things have been placed in the wardrobe and the dresser. If you need anything feel free to call for Wella, one of the house elves here, she will get you anything you may need. If you need me or Salazar just have her fetch us alright?�

I nodded, a little choked up. I somehow had this feeling that not many people had ever been this nice to me before. �Why? Why are you being so nice to me? You have no idea who I am, where I came from or even how I got on these lands. How do you know I can be trusted?�

Salazar frowned, �We don�t. However as for being nice to you, it is only common courtesy to help a fellow witch or wizard in need.� I just nodded and reclined back some more, feeling totally exhausted. Salazar and Helga exchanged concerned looks over my head, which I pretended to not see, before closing my eyes and letting myself drift off. I didn�t see Salazar tuck me in, or Helga�s smirk as he did so, or even the concerned look he flashed me as they left the room.

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The next seven days passed in pretty much the same manner. I woke up around mid morning everyday to find Salazar already in my room with a breakfast tray. We would talk while I ate, discussing anything and everything we could think of. With his help I started to remember spells, charms and even potions, which seemed to be his passion, though I wasn�t nearly as well versed as him in that area. After that he would leave me for a while and I would read from one of his books for an hour or two. Salazar had some very interesting books in his library, though my personal favorite was far was the one on a type of magic called Occulmency- it just seemed to draw me to it. Apparently it helped one focus and protect his or her mind, not to mention it was said to help a person learn faster, which he could certainly use since Salazar said his education was behind for his age. After a few hours of reading he would get tired of being in the bed and would get up and start exercising a bit. The first time Salazar had caught him doing this he had been chewed out, apparently it wasn�t safe for him to try and push himself without another person in the room.

After a day or two of having to wait until either Salazar or Helga was in the room with him he was finally deemed well enough to get around on his own. Which had been a relief since it was generally late afternoon or even evening before either one could come back to visit with him. So after the first two days Salazar would generally find him walking the length of his room or even doing sit ups on the floor to get his muscles back into shape. They would eat dinner together every night, discussing their days and the things they had done, or in his case what he had read. After that Salazar would help him practice his Occulmency- though since he didn�t have a lot of memories it was hard to find things to try and block from Salazar. It was fast becoming a routine for them, one he certainly enjoyed.

He hadn�t seen Helga in the last three days, not since she had been called back to her own Manor to deal with some sort of problem. Since then it had just been him and Salazar, which gave him a much better chance to get to know the dignified wizard. While he was outwardly very dark and dangerous looking, Salazar was actually very friendly and passionate about certain things- all you had to do was get past his walls. During one of his talks with Helga he learned that she had been very surprised at Salazar�s manner with him, apparently she had never seen the young wizard look so concerned about anyone before. He didn�t know what to make of that, so he pushed it to the back of his mind 'til he had the time to deal with it.

* CRACK*

�Master Aystan sir, Lord Salazar wishes for you to join him in his study.� Wella said, twisting her hands in her black uniforms blouse. All of the house elves of the Slytherin Manor wore pretty much the same thing; black tunics and pants for the males, and black blouse and skirt for the females, all with the Slytherin silver snake on the back. Salazar�s family thought it disgusting to have servants who looked like slaves, so there were no potato sacks or rags for his servants.

I put the book I had been reading down and stood, I was still a little shaky at times but it was much better then a few days ago. �Very well, lead me to him then� I said with a grin. It would be the first time I was able to leave my room since I had woken up a week before. She smiled and grabbed ahold of my hand, dragging me out the door and down the hallway so quickly I could barely take in my surroundings. By the time we reached his study I was slightly out of breath and more then ready to take the chair Salazar motioned me towards.

�You alright there Aystan?� he asked, a concerned look on his face as he poured me a glass of water and handed it to me. I nodded and waved him off. He frowned but nodded his head once, a very significant movement, �Next time don�t rush, your not quite back up to full strength yet.� He scolded. I just laughed and grinned at him, �Don�t blame me, it was Wella�s idea to rush down here so quickly.� I retorted.

�Indeed, well back to why I called you down here. Helga sent me a missive saying that both Lady Rowena and Lord Godric will be at Willowbrook Manor, her families ancestral home, for dinner tonight. She has asked us both to attend in order to introduce you to them, she thinks your ready.� He paused and waited to see if I had anything to say, when I didn�t speak he continued. �I accepted for the both of us. By the time you get back to your room you will find a new set of robes, so go get freshened up and dressed and I will make a Portkey to her Manor.� He smirked, his brown eyes lighting up to a warm honey color with excitement, or maybe mischievousness would be the better label. �Apparently Helga hasn�t told them why she has invited them to dinner, so I expect your presence will be quite a surprise.� He was clearly going to enjoy their shock.

�I see�so we�re just going to spring it on them then?� I asked, barely waiting for his confirming nod before continuing. �I can see where that might be to our advantage. They wont be able to hide their reactions, no time to make up an ironclad lie.� I smirked; completely unaware that it mirrored the one Salazar himself was wearing. I stood and took one final sip of my water before heading for the door, �I�ll go start getting ready now�should I wait in my rooms or meet you back here?�

�I�ll pick you up in your rooms, it will be easier that way.�

I didn�t bother to reply verbally, just nodded and we walked side by side back to my room. He left me at my door while continuing on down to his own room to get ready for our dinner commitment. I washed quickly, using a quick heating charm to make the water warm enough to suite my tastes. I walked back out of the bathroom with just a towel around my waist, moving toward the bed I spotted my robes for the evening. They were simple enough, a rich almost emerald green that almost matched my eyes, with a simple black tunic and pants to go under. It was a very understated outfit, but the whole thing screamed tasteful elegance. Salazar had even picked the two colors he thought suited me best, the green of my eyes and his personal favorite, black. I got dressed quickly, enjoying the feel of the soft cotton and silk before heading for the mirror to try and tame my unruly hair. No matter how hard we tried neither Salazar nor me had found a way to tame it, it was simply wild. As usual it refused to behave, the best I got was it laying semi flat and parted in the appropriate place.

A knock came at the door before Salazar waltzed in without waiting. He was dressed of course in his favorite black, however tonight it had bronze colored piping along the collar and hems, even the clasp was made of two bronze snakes- instead of his usual silver. I looked down and sure enough my own robes clasp was a bronze stag.

�You look great.� He complimented, before frowning. �However I think we need to change your hair- it�s just to unruly that short.� He pulled out his wand and waved it at me. I felt this odd tingling sensation for a second before it stopped and my head suddenly felt heavier. I turned to look in the mirror and was shocked to see that my once short hair and bangs now brushed my shoulders in a slightly wavy cascade. With the new length my hair no longer seemed to want to flyway, in fact it settled quite nicely against my collar. I turned back to him, �I like it, should have asked you to do this sooner.� He agreed before pulling out a small amber colored stone, he held it out to me.

�This is the Portkey I made to take us to and from Helga�s Manor. Just touch it and say �Foundling� to activate it.�

I nodded and reached out to touch it, shivering a bit when my hand brushed against his and a shock of electricity seemed to spark between us where our hands touched. I didn�t notice his identical shiver, as I was to busy trying to hide my own. He coughed and at the same time we both activated the Portkey. � Foundling!�

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I hope this is good enough for you readers�.Inu wasn�t to sure she liked the chapter but I did, and we figured since it was a filler chapter it wasn�t going to get any better. Godric and Helga will meet Aystan�..

Oh their ages. Harry is sixteen, Salazar is seventeen, Helga is eighteen, Rowena is nineteen, and Godric is twenty.
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