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Harrison Slytherin	By : IsysSkeeter Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Salazar Views: 37096 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 13
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I also do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Warnings in this chapter: time-travel, sadness, smart snake

Words in this chapter: 2,113

"Talking"

'Thinking'

–Parseltongue–

Dream / Letter / Newspaper / Book

Chapter II

–A Snake in Lion’ Fur–

Harry awoke in the morning and move to his side, any time now Ron and the others would awake and starting being very louder. Last night dream had been very strange. Ok the first part was the usual dream that Voldemort made him have all summer, but the next part… if that was really Voldemort why didn’t he fight back? If he was really on founders’ time why didn’t they freak out if his appearance? And why would he dream about…?

Harry blushed, yes definitely that was a dream, he would never do something like that. Moving again to his other side he felt pain on his back, making him groan.

‘Bloody Hell, that was real.’

–HS–

HH POV

Poor, poor little boy. How could Salazar just take advantage of a young man like that? For more talks that Godric had with that man, nothing seemed to work.

And now there I am, finishing doing potions for the boy. On the other hand how would I enter Salazar quarters? It wasn’t like I just could say ‘open’. Salazar was so many secrets that he even used Parseltongue as a password. Only he could open the door.

I looked at the two cups on my hands, ready to given the boy, while I walk to Salazar chambers, now the problem was how to get inside.

And then I see it. Salazar’ familiar pet. His little serpent. Deciding that I could at least try and talk to her to call Harrison, I approached it.

“Hi Seth, could you go and see master mate? I need to talk with him.”

If I wasn’t sure if the snake understood, it at least entered Salazar’ chambers.

–HS–

No One POV

Harry was almost falling asleep again when he heard; –Master mate, lady Blue wants to see you.–

Harry opened his eyes and looked at the snake face that was right in front of him. ‘Lady Blue? Hufflepuff.’ Trying to move was impossible for Harry, because of the pain.

–Can you let her in, please?–

The snake nodded and turned around leaving the bedroom.

Harry closed his eyes, groaning. He couldn’t believe what was happening to him, he had to find a way to go back. But then when did Fate let things be easy for him?

“May I enter Harrison?”

Harry reopened his eyes and looked at the door where Lady Helga was. Harry tried to move again but the pain was enormous.

“You may, but I’m sorry to say that I’m not presentable to a lady at this time.”

Lady Helga smiled, entered the bedroom and approached Harry, sitting next to him.

“I brought you a potion, will help you. And Salazar asked Rowena to make you potion text.”

Harry grabbed the cup, that she was giving him, and drank. Immediately he felt better and sat, just then remembering that he was naked. Blushing he looked around looking for something to cover himself. She smiled and grabbing her wand she wave it and Harry became dressed.

“I’ll need your blood to the next one.”

Harry offers his hand and she waved her wand again and Harry felt a little pain on his finger, where blood appeared and he let a few drops fall on the potion, before Lady Helga wave her wand again and the wound healed. Both stood quiet while looking at the potion. It was black and when the blood was added it started to spin around and suddenly it stopped and was blue. Harry heard Lady Helga gasp. The blue wasn’t any blue, it was a light blue, one kind that aunt Petunia always called turquoise. Harry just knew by Lady Helga reaction that the exam had the wrong answer.

“May I ask what the exam does, mi lady?”

Lady Helga looked up at Harry and then to the potion again. Then she put the cup on bedside table and hugged the teen.

Harry felt like being hugged by a mother, just like Mrs. Weasley, suddenly he heard a sob and found ought that he was crying. He let his forehead fall on the lady’s shoulder. It felt good to let all his worries out like this, no word was said, and she didn’t have to said something, Harry remembered the portrait and he knew what the potion was about. Salazar wanted to be certain that he could have children, obviously by that potion, he could. All the memories of his parents, Hermione, the Weasleys, Sirius, Lupin, Dumbledore… Harry’s throat suddenly becomes very tight. He might never come back, back to Sirius, back home. He would be forced to give Slytherin a child and only then maybe he could come back, probably there wasn’t a way back. He was stuck here, forever. Abruptly his sadness become angriness, if he ever come back he would kill Voldemort. Wait a second. If he was supposed to give Salazar Slytherin a child, then that would make him… Voldemort ancestor?

Harry separated sharply from Lady Helga, turned around on the bed, letting his head fall on the other side of the bed and threw up.

‘I’m so going to kill Voldemort. My own successor had tried to kill me even before I had a child. I wonder, if I had died, that had meant that Slytherin would never had a child, and then Voldemort would never exist and he would never try to kill me and then… ok maybe it was best not to think about it.’

–HS–

Harry entered the Great Hall and looked around. He was spending his time back at the Gryffindor tower, he and lord Godric spent a lot of time together. They could always find something to talk. Harry knew that he couldn’t talk about his past, about the future, but even so they always found something to talk about. A week was passed since Salazar had disappeared and Harry couldn’t be happier.

He approached the stuff table and sat by Godric side, it was odd calling them by their name, but it would be even odder because of having to call students by their houses’ names. Godric immediately started talking Harry about this great Quidditch game that he saw, making Harry smile. Their talked happily and discussed the game maneuvers while they were eating. It felt incredibly like home to be with him talking. But then Harry heard something that made him freeze.

–Mine.–

Harry looked up and saw Salazar at the doors of the Great Hall looking at them both, an inexpressive look but at the same time his eyes showed possessiveness. He looked again to Godric and completely ignored Salazar.

He wasn’t his or was he going to gave himself without to him ever again, at least not if Harry had something to say about it.

Slytherin approached the staff table and sat by Harry side and looked inexpressively at Godric.

“Godric.”

Godric trade his eyes from Harry to Salazar.

“Salazar, you come back.”

“And thou you expected me to never come back?”

“Obviously not my friend. Did you know Harry was supposed to be a Slytherin but asked the shorting hat to don’t put him on Slytherin and so the hat put him on Gryffindor? That does explain Rowena prophecy; would came a true Slytherin from the future, but came a Gryffindor that actually is a Snake in Lion’ fur.”

Salazar looked at Harry, which had stuck his attention on his plate.

“Very ironic.” –So you were supposed to be a Slytherin, Harrison?–

Harry looked up at once, his face angry. “My headmaster once told me that I happen to have many qualities you, Salazar Slytherin, prized in you hand-picked students. Your own very rare gift, Parseltongue, resourcefulness, determination, a certain disregard for rules. Yet the Sorting Hat placed me in Gryffindor.”

“And why would the sorting hat do that?”

“Because I asked him not to be put in Slytherin. Beside, it is our choices, my lord, that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities.” Harry stood quiet looking at those cold eyes. “Anyway if you want proof that I’m a true Gryffindor, on my second year I pulled out of the hat, the Gryffindor’ own sword.”

All the founders gasped at that, a few more than others, by they all looked at Harry open mouthed and then at Godric’s own sword that was on his belt. Godric was the first to react, grinning openly, he puts one arm around Harry.

“So that rally makes you a Gryffindor then, welcome to the club, Harry… so tell me. What did you use the sword for?”

“Kill a basilisk.”

“Really? What about it eyes?”

“Phoenix bit them first, but the basilisk could still smell and hear me. I was twelve.”

“Twelve? Wow wow wow… and I thought that my father was harsher on me when he sent me to a forest on my own, when I was fifteen. Tell me more.”

“Eleven years fight a dark lord and won, passing out in the final, but won nevertheless. Twelve won a basilisk, thirteen… nothing really happen, unless you mention fighting against Dementors and won. Fourteen, a dragon, then I enter the lake for an owl hour and then a maze fool of beasts and finally a Dark Lord, the same dark lord that tried to kill me when I was a baby. And now I’m here. So who wanna bet what’s going to happen next? I’m mean lady Fate must already have one more thing for me, after being sent back in time and almost killed plenty of time I don’t see reason to why she would stop trying to kill me now.”

“How old are you?”

“Fifteen.”

“All that you did, people normally take a lifetime to do. You definitely have the Gryffindor courage…”

“And foulness…” was heard behind Harry, from the other male.

And sent him a cold look, responding back: “And I’m proud of it.”

Godric laughed, it was a warm laugh that made Harry remembers of Sirius. “That’s the spirit Harry.”

Harry smiled back at Godric.

–HS–

Rowena didn’t need to be a seer to know that Godric was taking over the father figure of Harrison. Just like Helga had taken the boy under her arms, Godric was doing the same. This would provoke Salazar and Rowena feared it, but she also knew that they were right. Harrison had never had anyone to take care of him, always had to fight for himself, would do him some good to have a father and mother figure once in a while.

Even if Godric wasn’t exactly the father type, for Merlin, that man was more trouble than he was worth. But that was what made everyone like him so much.

It was good that the students would arrive in a few hours, that would keep Salazar occupied, and forbid him from taking advantage of the lad again.

–HS–

Salazar had to take all his self-control not to attack Godric right there on the spot. Or to not ravish the boy’s mouth, forcing the boy to moan under him again.

Merlin’s beard. The way the boy fought him was so… arousing.

To be clean and fair, the boy wasn’t a good lover, but nothing like a few classes to teach him, and Salazar would do them for free, or maybe if the boy begged him on his knees in front of him, his mouth open and his eyes half closed…

Maybe Salazar should stop thinking like that. He was getting really hard and, obviously, Godric wasn’t going to let his play toy go anytime soon. But no matter the boy was his and he would make sure that everyone would understand that. Especially Harrison that was still fighting against it.

Seth appeared and stood himself on Salazar shoulders, around his neck, like he always did. –Welcome back master.–

–Thank you, Seth. What did you do while I was gone?–

–Take care of master’ mate.–

Salazar looked at Harrison that didn’t even react to the name, he smirked inside. ‘So he’s accepting the nickname that Seth gave him. Maybe he’s not going to be so difficult after all.’

–And you did good. How is Sarah?–

–Hibernating.–

–Good. I want you to stay with master’ mate and don’t let him go see Sarah.–

Seth made a noise in agreement and then he change from Salazar shoulders to Harry, that didn’t even react to the new weight on his shoulders. The only proof that Harry reacted to the snake was between one of the times that Godric stopped talking to eat he petted the snake head and said –My name is Harry, my dear.–

–And mine is Seth, master’ mate Harry.–

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