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Coppery Temptation	By : IsysSkeeter Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Tom Views: 24470 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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Chapter List
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Pairings in this chapter: JP/LP, SB/RL

Warnings in this chapter: AU fanfiction, vampire, mpreg

Nr words in this chapter: 2,302

"Talking"

'Thinking'

-Parseltongue-

Dream/Memory/Letter

Time change/date of time

Chapter I

–Hogwarts Letters–

Monday, July 08, 1991

Mr. H. Potter

The Bedroom with the Library

19 Potter's Manor

Godric's Hollow

A 10 year old boy, who was rather small and skinny for his age and who had a thin face, knobby knees, black hair and bright green eyes, which were obscured by round glasses, turned the envelope, which was thick and heavy and made of yellowish parchment with the address written in emerald-green ink, over. On the back of the envelope was a purple wax seal bearing a coat of arms; a lion, an eagle, a badger, and a snake surrounding a large letter H. He carefully opened it and pulled the letter out before he read:

HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

Headmaster: ALBUS DUMBLEDORE

(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Mr. Potter,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment. Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall,

Deputy Headmistress

The young boy smiled and thought: 'it was about time.' He got up from his spot at the table and ran up the stairs before he entered his parents' bedroom, where his parents were still sleeping. He leaped upon the bed and started to jump on it.

"MUM! DAD! Wake Up!"

James, a man with wild black hair, similar to his son's hair, and hazel eyes, looked up towards Harry.

"What time is it, you little brat?"

Harry stopped jumping and turned to look at a clock on the wall next to the door.

"It's time to wake up."

"Wha…?" was the incoherent response that James gave, after which he sat up, grabbed his round glasses, put them on and, finally, took a look at the clock. "It's only 7.30. Go back to bed!"

"But dad… I got my letter" was the boy's answer and he started to pout.

"Letter?" suddenly a gleam appeared in the man eyes. "Oh… Let me see it then."

Harry smiled and handed his letter to his beloved father. His mother, who obviously wasn't going to have the chance to sleep some more, sat up and hugged her son.

Lily was a very beautiful woman with long, red hair and emerald green eyes. Sometimes Harry wondered if his dad had married his mother for her beauty, but then…

James grabbed his wife's hand and they exchanged loving glances, before he started to read the letter.

"My baby Harry is all grown up."

"Muuumm…"

James chuckled before he took out a second piece of paper from the envelope.

"Let's see what you gonna need, shall we?"

Harry snatched it out of his hand and started to read out loud:

HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

UNIFORM

First-year students will require:

1. Three sets of plain work robes (black)

2. One plain pointed hat (black) for day wear

3. One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)

4. One winter cloak (black, silver fastenings)

Please note that all pupils' clothes should carry name tags

COURSE BOOKS

All students should have a copy of each of the following:

The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1) by Miranda Goshawk

A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot

Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling

A Beginners' Guide to Transfiguration by Emeric Switch

One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi by Phyllida Spore

Magical Drafts and Potions by Arsenius Jigger

Dark Arts's Animals (Grade 1) by Erioth Blackthorn

A School Book to Defense Against Dark Arts (Grade 1) by Erioth Blackthorn

OTHER EQUIPMENT

1 wand

1 cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)

1 set of glass or crystal phials

1 telescope set

1 brass scales

Students may also bring an owl OR a cat OR a toad

PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEARS ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICKS

"I hate that rule." Harry looked up from the piece of parchment and turned to look at his father. "I mean… no son of mine should stay on the side lines while a great Quidditch game is being played."

Harry smiled before he looked back to the requirements needed.

"You mentioned Erioth Blackthorn?" asked Lily.

Harry looked back to the booklist and it took him a couple of seconds before he finally found the name.

"Yes. He has written two of the books on the list."

Lily and James shared a look.

"Those were our old books. James do you remember that time that we…?"

Harry just looked at his parents while they talked about their school years. After a couple of seconds he decided that it was better to stop them before they spend the entire morning talking about the good old times. "So…" they turned their attention back towards him, "when are we going to firecall uncle Sirius and uncle Remus so that Luna and Alphard can come with us when we are going to Diagon Alley? Cousin Alphard must have already gotten his letter, after all it's his third year."

There was a brief silence in which James and Lily exchanged looks.

"First, there is something more important than a shopping trip," was Lily answer.

Harry got up from the bed and stood, almost bouncing, next to the door where he waited for his mother to continue. James, too, got up from the bed but he padded towards the wardrobe where he started to choose the clothes he wanted to wear that day, seeing as he couldn't leave the house in his boxers.

"And what is more important than my school items?" Harry finally asked impatient when his mother didn't continue.

"Breakfast."

Harry blushed. "Oh… right." 'As if…'

James laughed, "Now why don't you get dressed and we will see you in the kitchen when you have changed."

Harry looked at his mother, who was still laying on the bed.

"I'm not going back to sleep, now go."

Harry left their bedroom and went to his own bedroom, a knowing smile, so unlike a boy of his age, on his face. It didn't take long before he heard his parents' moans and screams. How old was he? 10? You would think, that after all those years, they had finally learned to use the Silencing Spell on their room. Hell, he could still hear them and he was in his bedroom, which wasn't exactly close to their bedroom, changing.

"Parents…"

–CT–

December 31, 1934

(A/N: the day that Tom makes 7)

Mr. Caractacus Burke, a little old man with a thatch of hair that completely covered his eyes, was in his little shop, Borgin and Burkes, in Knockturn Alley when a tall man around his thirties and a child, who was around the seven years old, entered. The man had long black hair, ice blue eyes and he had strong, muscular build as if he had spent half his life fighting in wars. The man was dressed in expensive and elegant dress robes. The two words that came to mind when one wanted to describe him: creepily handsome. The boy on the other hand was hidden by a coat, and the only thing that you could be seen from his face was his grey eyes and his mouth, which was similar to the mouth of the man next to him.

The man approached one of items on display and after a few minutes of examining he finally turned his attention towards the salesman.

"How much do you want for the Slytherin locket?"

Mr. Burke couldn't stop himself from smirking. He still remembered the day when he had bought that locket for ten galleons off some stupid woman.

"One thousand Galleons, fifteen Sickles and twenty Knuts."

A loud gasp escaped the boy. "That's an outrage. You only gave ten galleons for it to my mother."

Mr. Burke looked at the boy while the man put a hand on the boy's shoulder to calm him down.

"Easy Tuomas," was all that was heard from the man, the man had a calm and smooth voice, but his voice managed to put the salesman on edge, and, with that simple sentence, the boy bent his head in submission.

The man turned his attention back towards Mr. Burke, who felt as if the temperature of the room had dropped until it was freezing.

"Look me in the eyes Mr. Burke!" Mr. Burke did immediately as he was told. "You will sell me the locket for the exact amount of money that you gave Mrs. Riddle. Are we clear?"

Suddenly everything the man was saying made sense and Mr. Burke found himself nodding. "Yes, of course Sir. Ten galleons it is."

If Mr. Burke wasn't so caught up with the eyes of the man he would have seen a smug smile appear on the boy's face.

The man paid the amount of money while the boy grabbed the locket and put it around his neck. After which they left, leaving one Mr. Burke thinking that he had just made the deal of the century; after all he had just sold that locket for a great price.

–CT–

Monday, July 11, 1938

Mr. T. Blackthorn

The Black Bedroom

Blackthorn Castel

Scotland

An eleven years old boy, who was rather tall, and rather pale, for someone of his age and who had dark hair and grey eyes, read the envelope, which had just arrived, while he was in the diner room eating his breakfast. He smiled and finished his breakfast (he didn't want his mentor Salazar Slytherin, now known as Erioth Blackthorn, to be angry at him for not eating properly) after which he grabbed the envelope and left the room. He walked to the other side of the castle, passing the multiple corridors, before he finally stood in front of one of the many doors. He knocked and waited for permission to enter.

–You may enter Tuomas.–

Tuomas opened the door and entered the room, after which he approached his mentor, who was sitting behind his desk, and he waited for permission to speak. The older male kept writing on a parchment as if Tuomas wasn't standing in front of him. Finally after a few minutes, the older male let his feather rest and looked up at the boy.

–Don't you have tutors to watch over you, boy?– the boy was used to the calm voice, which caused your insides to freeze so he didn't react to it. He kept his eyes on the man, but never on the man's eyes, and offered him the letter.

The older man looked at the envelope before he turned his attention back to the boy. –You may approach and gave it to me, Tuomas.–

Tuomas, trying not to look too eager, approached calmly and handed him the letter before he went back to stand at the place he had stood before he had given him the letter, mentally he was wishing with all his might that his mentor would let him stay to hear the content of the letter, without having to prove himself to be deserving of the letter.

The Lord opened the envelope and pulled out the letter and read it out loud so Tuomas could hear him:

HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

Headmaster: ARMANDO DIPPET

Dear Mr. Blackthorn,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment. Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31.

Yours sincerely,

Albus Dumbledore,

Deputy Headmaster

–Very well Tuomas, I will write back saying that we accept the invitation and next week,– at this the older male looked at the calendar –probably Thursday, you will take your breakfast when the dawn rises and dress yourself in your best wizarding clothing. It's time to present you to the world.–

–Yes my Lord.–

–You may go, Tuomas.–

Tuomas bowed before he turned around, and went towards the door. When he was by the door he stopped.

–My Lord.–

–Yes Tuomas?–

–May I ask why you took me from the orphanage?– the boy didn't turn around. He was too afraid that the older male would get mad at him.

–Yes you may. You are the last heir of my bloodline and you showed traits of a vampire when it was supposed to be non-existent.–

–Do you hate me for that?–

–No Tuomas. I don't.–

–But why didn't you save my mother?– there was an uncomfortable silence and Tuomas thought that he had crossed the line, when the answer finally came:

–She was a squib, she couldn't use her magic. I told you that before. She used a love potion on your muggle father but, besides that, her magic powers were non-existent. She wasn't worthy of being saved.–

Tuomas stood without making a sound, looking at the door in front of him. His mother was a filthy squib, that's why she died and that's why she didn't deserve the help of Lord Slytherin.

–My Lord, may I ask another question?–

–Yes you may, but is the last one Tuomas.– Tuomas nodded, still facing the door. –And Tuomas…?–

–Yes my Lord?– suddenly there was a hand under his chin, which made him look up and into the face of lord Slytherin, who was right beside him. Tuomas suppressed a gasp, which only made a smug smile appear on the older male's face.

–Never again ask me questions without looking me in the face.–

"Yes my Lord." was the immediate answer Tuomas gave, without having to think about the answer and without noticing that he had slipped back to English.

The older male smiled and dropped the chin but, besides that, he didn't move, waiting for the question.

–Why did you change my name from Tom Marvolo Riddle to Tuomas Salazar Blackthorn?–

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