Adult-FanFiction.org : Harry Potter

Bound by Fate	By : Ravenheart Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Voldemort Views: 13920 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 2
- 3
- 4
Ch.
03 - “So... we are sharing minds now?”

“I see...
Okay, so... oh my, yes! That's it!” the seemingly human female
jumped around the mighty tree, nearly knocking the 5-Dimension
chessboard in which she moved her players.

“What are you
up to sister?” Came the amused voice of the lady near the lake,
she was carrying a bucket full of crystal-clear water, which she
promptly proceeded to water the huge tree with.

“Nothing at
all 'Dandi. Just giving our favourite wizard a christmas gift.”
The white-haired lady said, carefully picking up two dolls named
Hadrian Snape in which one of them had a lightning shaped scar on the
forehead and two named Tom Riddle one picturing a 16 year old, the
other a man that resembled a snake more than a proper human. In a
matter or seconds the soul-glow that usually surrounded the dolls was
focused on one doll for each wizard. The double soul-light
concentrating on the lightning Harry and the snake-like Tom.

As she looked at
the souls temporary merging, the woman, also known as the Fate
Goddess Urd, grinned at her chessboard, very, very pleased with
herself.

Behind the huge
tree a little girl appeared. A wizard might claim it was apparition,
but there wasn't the telltale 'crack' that went with it. The little
girl walked to the other two women, handing each of them a golden
round fruit.

“What is she
doing 'Dandi?”

“I'm not sure
yet Skuld, she said something about a Christmas gift to our favourite
wizard.” She shrugged, there were so many realities that she
would have to ask Urd about which wizard she meant.....

X-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x

When Harry, finally
woke up was to the shrieks of one of his house mates, he refuse to
understand what she was talking about, but honestly, this was the
infirmary! Why was Hermione shrieking to begin with?! Plus, he wasn't
a morning person to begin with, unless he had spent the night with
Tom. And where was Tom anyway? The last time he was in the infirmary
his... boyfriend 'God, how I hate that word! Sounds so childish!'
had refused to leave his side, even missing a few days of class.

As the loud voices
reached a new decibel Hadrian Snape decided to show the world he was
not, in fact, dead or passed out and that they were the responsible
ones for getting him out of the comfortable slumber. Throwing the
covers back in a way that reminded many in the room of Severus Snape,
Harry turned to the party throwing a Death Glare at all the
occupants.

“What the
seven layers of hell do you miscreants think you're doing?! This is
the bloody infirmary! This means quiet! And you woke me up, you
bloody idiots!” he finished the little speech in a harsh tone,
making the older readheaded woman flinch.

He surveyed the
room, his father was in a corner with his usual stony mask, but the
green-eyed youth could definitely see that he was in mild shock, the
Weasleys were there for some reason or other (he guessed one of the
children was also in the infirmary), Hermione was in the corner
looking at him as if he had grown a second head and the headmaster
was looking mildly worried, his twinkle barely diminished, but Harry
guessed that, since the damn twinkle came from a sugar high it must
be wearing off.

And Tom was nowhere
to be seen, the bloody fucker.

“Well? Speak
up! What the bloody hell do you think you were doing causing a ruckus
in the infirmary while I was asleep?!”

In the following
minutes Hadrian deeply regretted telling all of them to speak up, for
what followed was a mess so big that he decided he should have just
asked his father. Ronald's mother was speaking, Ronald's sister –
and his groupie – was also speaking, Hermione decided to tell
him what happened at the same time and there was no one stopping the
noise.

He rubbed his
temples tiredly. Blindly reaching for his wand and casting a
silencing spell on the group, much to the amusement of his father and
the chagrin of the red-headed family. Looking at his father with a
pleading look that was completely ignore – but he supposed he
should have expected that, after what happened at the lab – he
finally spoke.

“Dad? What
happened? Why am I here and where's Tom?” Oh he was fully aware
that he was whining at the end, but he missed the presence, the magic
that the other boy had, enveloping him in a cocoon of warmth as it
often did. Even if he was at the other side of the castle.

He guessed his
magic did the same for Tom if the mild look of contentment was
anything to go by. But that only meant that his beloved was not
anywhere near the castle! Where was he?

It was the
headmaster who answered however, as his father was looking at him
like his prayers had just been answered when he said 'dad'.

“Tom? What
Tom, Harry?”

It was Harry's turn
to look at the headmaster as if he had grown a second head.

“You know...
Tom.” Seeing the confusion he elaborated, even if he thought
that the headmaster really should know who Tom was, he chose him for
prefect for Merlin's sake! “Tom Riddle? Slytherin's poster boy?
The prefect you chose instead of the Malfoy left over? Oh for the
love of...! The man I intent to marry one day even if my father
disowns me! Oh come on! You know who I'm talking about!”

X-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x

Severus stared in
amazed shock as Harry said the Dark Lord's name, as Harry claimed
that he was going to eventually bond with the snake-faced man... he
refused to show the growing horror at that statement. The blood
pounded on his ears as he replayed the sentence time and time again.

'Even if my father disowns me!'

It couldn't be
true, there just HAD to be something wrong with his son! Briefly
looking at the other occupants of the room he decided to wait for the
Headmaster's order to check for the Imperious, briefly forgetting
that Hadrian was immune to it.

“What did you
say?” came the unwilling words. Damn it all to hell, his son
would NOT be bonding with the Dark Lord, even if he had to put
Hadrian in a mental institution!!

His son looked like
someone had threatened his life, and he had to wonder why, he had
never raised his wand at him, except in Occlumency but that was
excused, wasn't it? He saw Harry compose himself, looking at all the
occupants of the infirmary before closing his eyes and sighing in
exasperation.

“What the
hell is wrong with you people?” He frowned, looking around,
specially at the unwanted attention from the red headed clan. “I
feel like I'm in the Twilight Zone or something, like honestly! You
don't know who Tom is, how could you not know the Slytherin Prefect?”
he huffed, and frowned – a frown awfully like Severus' own –
in deep thinking.

It was, however,
not to be, as he saw Albus work through what was most likely a
puzzle.

“Harry,
sorry, Hadrian, it's not that we don't know who Tom is, is more that
we are surprised that you mentioned him, when was the last time you
saw him?”

“Uh... today,
right before lunch, daddy and I were discussing my relationship with
Tom down in the lab and he pointed his wand at me.” He frowned
again, before looking at Severus with betrayal clearly in his eyes.
“He used a spell to check if I was under the influence of a
love potion. Which I told you I was not, but did you believe me? No
you didn't. I thought you liked him!!!”

“Hadrian,
Hadrian please calm down, ah we're going to check for memory charms
on you if you'd let us.”

The boy glared at
the headmaster but sighed, “If you have to, go ahead.”

“Severus if
you'd please.”

The potion master
nodded, sitting on the bed by his son and looking at the boy, he
couldn't wait to take off the damn charm and see his son for what he
was really like.

He hoped to God
that Hadrian didn't have his nose.

“He's not
that bad you know, he cares for me and I know he loves me more than
anything in the world.”

“Really? How
would you know?” He narrowed his eyes, ready to perform the
spell as silent as possible and as painless as he could.

“I can feel
it, his magic is always around me, almost like 24/7 protection.”
The boy smiled, and damn it! He wanted to be the one to make his
little boy smile like that.

“You ready?”
A nod, before he whispered “Legilimens” catching Hadrian
in his arms as he sagged under the weight of his father's mind.

X-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x

When Hadrian came
around a second time, he noted with relief that his silencing charm
was still working on the red headed clan, since the large woman was
gesticulating furiously pointing at him and his father, Ronald was as
red as a prime tomato and Hadrian wondered if they had forgotten they
were, indeed, a wizards and could undo the spell.

His father was the
first to notice he was awake again, and he looked at him seriously,
or as serious as he could manage with his head on his lap and with
the playing with his hair, which felt slightly different than before.

“Mister
Snape, we have... we have bad news I'm afraid.”

He frowned, he knew
his father only called him Mister Snape when he wanted to emotionally
distance himself from him, usually it happened during detention.

“I-We... The
headmaster and I think an accident occurred. We don't know how it
happened but, you, and possibly this Tom Riddle, ended up in our
universe, joined soul and mind with the versions of you and the Dark
Lord in this universe.”

He tried to laugh
it off, he really did, but the look on his father's face was not one
of amusement, was not the one he used when making jokes.

So he nodded,
feeling more alone than he had ever felt.

“In this...
in this universe, in this reality, are you still my father? Is Tom
still alive?”

He saw this version
of his father smile – completely unaware that the rest of the
crowd stared at the usually stoic man as he smiled contentedly at his
son – his potion-stained fingers stroking through his hair in
the soothing motions that always calmed him down.

“Yes, to both
questions, thought there is something you must know.” He
paused, unsure of how to tell Hadrian his lover was 50plus years
older than him and that he was an evil bastard for which he was a spy
for. And that they were currently at war with him.

“Tom Riddle
is... he's older than you, not by a year, not by five nor ten. In
this reality he was born on December, 31^st, 1926. And,
here, he became a Dark Lord.”

“A Dark
Lord?”

“A Dark
Lord...”

“What is his
name?”

“V...
Voldemort.”

He nodded, lips
pursuit in a fairly good imitation of Professor McGonnagal, the
soothing caress stopped as the first snicker came out of his mouth,
and soon enough the whole infirmary turned towards them as Hadrian
Antares Snape begun laughing, laughing so hard that air was making
itself scarce in his lungs and tears were showing in his eyes.

“The bloody
fucker! Did he really went up with that name?!”

The laughter
continued for a solid minute before he stopped, comfortably resting
against Severus as he got himself under control. Looking up he was
met with the puzzled expression of his father, or this version of his
father, he reminded himself.

“Sorry, Tom
he – my Tom that is – he asked what I thought of the name
Voldemort for his alias, and I vetoed it, said it made him appear
weak.” he grinned, shaking his head at the irony of the
universe.

“Say, could
any of you tell me the history so far? And why is Ronald's mother
looking like she's going to explode sometime soon? Assuming, of
course, that she is his mother, not another sister. You never know
with Weasleys...”

X-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x

Lucius Malfoy
stared at his Lord. For once plain confusion showing on his face.

His Lord, he...
well not that he looked different, more like, he felt different. Felt
more, human maybe, and bit more approachable at least. So yes, Lucius
was a bit confused, where did the mass murderer went? Where was his
beloved psychopath?

Voldemort felt
different, as he if couldn't decide in which mood to be.

“My Lord?”

“Yes,
Lucius?”

And there was the
difference! Usually, he would be answered with a Death Glare (TM).
Not with a polite response!

“Ah...”
he hesitates, simply to see if it would produce the Death Glare (TM),
but when his Lord just sighed and went back to looking at the window,
then he knew, he just knew that something went terribly wrong with
his plans, maybe someone had poisoned the Dark Lord? Maybe Bella
finally succeeded in getting Vol- The Dark Lord to drink a Love
Potion unknowingly? “My Lord, is there anything wrong?”

“Yes. But
nothing you should be concerned over. This is private.”

“Of course,
but, is there anything that you would like me to do?”

At this point
Lucius knew, he just KNEW he should be getting the Crucio of his
life, honestly, questioning his Lord like that, as he has been doing
on and off for the past three and a half hours!

“Get me an
owl, and do get out of my sight, you're getting more and more
annoying by the second!” The snake-faced man replied, a shadow
of his former, murderous, sociopath, short-tempered self. Not nearly
enough to make Lucius comfortable with leaving the man by himself,
but enough to know that he would, hopefully, get back to what he once
was...

Oh and how he
longed to be with the former face of his Lord, so beautiful, so
right, he was like a god living among men, a mere glimpse was enough
to “OW!” He screamed, as he felt his pert, perfect
rounded and creamily-smooth Malfoy bottom being hit by a stinking
hex, courtesy of his Lord. Who was looking far too smug for just
hitting his arse like that!

“Get on with
it Lucius, despite what you might believe, I do not have all day!”

“Of course,
of course.” the white-blond muttered, quickly getting out of
the room, all the while protecting his bottom from more stray curses.

When he came back –
after applying some salve to the burnt skin of course – it was
to see Voldemort pacing up and down the room, looking more like a
caged animal then an actual human being.

But then, since he
came back, his Lord didn't look much like a human... He was so lost
in his thoughts that he almost missed the whispering, it was like two
people arguing, it sounded like two different people, but he knew
there was only one in the living room, and the tone in which of
them...

“... How
could you be dating... HIM!? How dare you fall in love with the
brat!” The hissed whisper, it was most definitely his Lord.

“What do you
mean DARE? It's in our soul Voldemort, it's our destiny to be with
him, the passion, the love, the care, it's entwined with the destiny
line! All you had to do was look at your damn finger and see the
magic threads connecting you to him! Damn it! Our magic works like a
warmth cocoon around each other! Our very life source is entwined! ”
a younger voice... who could it be?

A snort (damn it!
Even his snorts sounded like hisses!) and then.

“You know
damn well I don't believe in this Tom.”

Tom? So there was
another person inside? But his wards didn't detect anything!

“You don't
believe in a lot of things Voldemort, Love being one of them, and
look where it ended you! You look like a hybrid between human and
snake! Your very soul is torn apart. Face it, you are weak, you're so
weak you can't even shut me up, can you?! You are so weak that it
barely strains my magic to keep you caged.”

A growl.

“When I get
my hands on you Tom-” the beginning of the speech was cut of by
was sounded like a gurgle, and then the younger voice begun again,
less taunting and more serious than he could imagine a youngster to
be.

“See what I
mean, you don't give me any trouble with your current power. My love
for him is stronger than whatever hate you may even think to feel.
When I ended up here, and I saw you, I thought you would be a great
wizard, like, controlling Wizarding Britain from the shadows.”
a brief pause in which Lucius thought the boy was shaking his head.
“You're a disappointment to all of us Voldemort.”

Another pause.

“Oh, don't
you dare!” a shout before a five minute silence.

And then the
hissing voice of his master again.

“Lucius, stop
sleuthing around and bring me the damn owl! Or do I have to Crucio
you to get some satisfactory results?!” the man snarled, his
ruby-red eyes glinting with a new light.

Oh no, not the
insanity light that he had seen even before the Potter-brat defeated
his Lord, no, it was a light that men got when they got a purpose, a
person to protect. Thought Lucius couldn't imagine who the
unfortunate human being was.

“Please
excuse my lateness master.” He bowed, hopping against hope that
he wouldn't thrown an unforgivable.

Instead the man
nodded, dismissing the Malfoy patriarch with a glare.

And Lucius did,
only to wait in the next room to try and glimpse what his Lord was up
to. But he was only able to see his Lord dismissing the owl with a
letter, something that might pass as a smile or even a fond look in
his face, but with that sort of face you just never knew, did you?

X-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x

And back to
Hadrian, who was still in the Hogwarts infirmary, for god knows what
reasons...

The,
now-looking-properly-like-Severus'-heir boy was looking at all the
faces in bewilderment.

“Let's see if
I got it, you” pointed finger at Dumbledore “sent Harry
to the Dursleys when he was barely one, with your” pointed
finger at Severus “full consent because you were grieving?! And
when he actually got here, with abuse marks” Severus flinched
“and with no previous knowledge of magic whatsoever you
actually treated him like a foul sock that personally offended you?”
Hadrian asked in disbelief.

He felt the other
mind, Harry, nodding in agreement, and he couldn't help but want to
hug the poor kid, for Harry was a kid, even if they were basically
the same age, and had the same soul.

“Huh, no
offence professor, but, no wonder Harry hates you. It's like you went
from salt to sugar in a period of five seconds, so really, don't
expect him to understand any time soon.” he shrugged.

It was in this
brief period of silence in which Hadrian was giving Harry a mental
hug and contemplating telling them about his own reality when the
regal eagle-owl entered through the window, landing on the boy's knee
and extending the letter from Tom, for he knew there was only one
person with that signature.

“Tom Riddle?”
Came the soft childish whisper from Harry inside his mind.

“Yes, but
don't worry, he is not your Voldemort, quite different in fact.”
He whispered back, not aware that he had said it aloud, and that
Severus did, indeed, hear him.

The letter merely
said that they needed to talk, as in, now and that please to do not
consider his appearance for it was quite changed for some reason.

As he was about to
answer when the piece of parchment was torn from his hands, landing
on Hermione's hand, and the on the Headmaster's hand, who was looking
graver and graver by each syllable read.

“Mr. Snape,
what is this?” Came the no-twinkle inquire.

“A letter
from Tom, why?” he didn't wait for a response as he just made
some movements with his wand, conjuring his lightning dragon and
dragon rider.

“Tell him
I'll meet him at the same place as always. Okay?” he smiled,
petting the tiny being before letting it go.

As he turned around
he noticed the grave faces of all those around him.

“They're
probably wondering what you did.” Harry whispered again,
wondering, probing the other mind for the answer. An answer he got
fairly easy considering Hadrian offered it to him for free.

“Should I
tell them to sod off?”

“Probably not
a good idea, you going to meet him?”

“Yeah, don't
worry you'll love him.”

“And you'll
hate his appearance.” The soft snicker made Hadrian shake his
head. Wondering what the gods had in mind when they sent him here.

As he refocused,
again, on the room he noticed that the red headed woman had finally
came out of her stupor, reversing the effect of the silence charm.
Hadrian found it oddly ironic that he reversed it on her own person,
leaving Ronald to fend for himself.

“You're not
letting him just, just leave like that to meet that maniac are you?!”
She all but screamed, and Hadrian wanted nothing more than to silence
her again.

“Of course no
Molly, I am sorry Mr. Snape but you must not leave the premises of
the school, it's too dangerous, not to mention we still have to hear
your story...”

TBC...

Questions? Review
and – maybe – I shall answer them!
- 2
- 3
- 4
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Bound by Fate