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I'm not gonna bore
you explaining why this chapter took so long to come out. Life
happened, enough said. We can only hope the next one won't take as
long. Chapter un-betaed. Still waiting for someone to manifest about
it!

Ch. 04 –
Interaction and Observation.

It had been a few
hours since Hadrian had told his life's story (even if he did omit
most of it). It was twilight already and for some reason Madam
Pomphrey wouldn't let him go, even if he did assure her that he was
fine, he wasn't hurting and he wasn't confused. He was sharing a mind
with Harry after all and his counterpart wasn't sleeping nor
silenced. Still she didn't let him go.

He learned how the
Weasleys were still in friendly terms with the Snapes, and how Mrs.
Weasley considered him like her 7^th son, why he still had
a friendship going on with Ron, despite the jealous fit last year
(that, in his own reality, made Hadrian distance himself from the
Weasleys in general). And why Hermione still thought like a book.

It had started the
moment Hadrian had looked at Albus and said 'No, I'm sorry headmaster
but I will be meeting Tom, we need to talk after all.'. The old man
looked a little put out to be talked to like that, and, showing his
true colours, had promptly put a spell on Hadrian to tell him where
he was at all times, his only explanation was that it was necessary
'For the greater good.'

Hadrian snorted,
'Greater Good' indeed.

And then, while the
rest of the spectators left, he was tortured by Hermione as the girl
explained, in excruciating detail, why one should not contradict the
headmaster. Within' fifteen minutes of her speech, Hadrian snapped,
reminding the girl that he was not, in fact, her gullible friend and
that he would remove her tongue if she didn't stop talking like a
mindless book.

Of course, she had
run out of the hospital wing with tears overflowing her eyes. Not
that it bothered him, mind.

Now he was locked
in the infirmary, with no one to talk to besides Harry and waiting
for the tingling in his skin, which was a signal for his love's
magic, one he never realized he missed until it was gone. He sighed,
might as well talk to little Harry.

He closed his eyes,
picturing his Father's study. Laying down on the hospital's bed, it
looked like he was mere asleep, not talking to this other version of
himself and waiting for a visit.

He sat by the fire,
looking at where Harry was looking through the books, his memories.
He gave the kid a smile, before startling him out of his thoughts.

“So, Harry,
what are you up to in there?”

The other boy
startled, dropping the book and accidentally opening in a page
containing a picture of Hadrian and Tom making love, they both
blushed as picture-Hadrian took picture-Tom in his mouth, even
without sound they could easily imagine the picture's gasp, hands
grasping the other boy's head lower as he continued to thrust in and
out of picture-Hadrian's mouth. The movements erratic as the older
one reached climax.

Harry blushed even
harder as he looked away from the book and directly into Hadrian's
eyes, the kind green eyes that were currently laughing at him.

“S-sorry, I
just wanted to know.”

“Know...
what?”

“Why you
like, you know, him.” he stated timidly, picking up the book
and putting it back in its place.

“We're
soulbonded Harry, it means we belong to each other.” The elder
teen shrugged, looking at the semi-transparent red line tied on his
pinky finger, no one could touch the line besides Hadrian and Tom.

“Soulbonded?”

“Soulbonded,
means our souls match, like puzzle pieces, making a bigger picture.”
Hadrian picked another book, and, pulling Harry with him towards the
couch, begun to look over at the pictures, both bonded wizards seemed
much younger, Harry guessed they were, at most, eleven.

“It doesn't
even have to be sexual like my relationship with Tom, as far as I can
tell allies, friends, even formal acquaintances would be just as
good. It just means that in whatever you two do, you will succeed
because you compliment each other in body, mind, soul, magic and
lifeforce.”

“Lifeforce?”

“Means your
lives are connected, as in, you live, he lives, you die, he dies. And
vice-versa.”

Hadrian shrugged,
skipping through the pictures at a fast pace, not letting Harry see
one in specific, least he saw another intimate picture between his
love and him. He stopped near the middle of the album, staring at a
particular picture. His first meeting with Tom.

The picture showed
both Hadrian and Tom glaring at each other.

“This was
when we first met. Plainly said, it was dislike at first sight. When
dad brought Tom home, he thought my parents were adopting him,
imagine his surprise when it was not adoption since the couple
already had a son, it was just father doing what his instincts told
him to do.”

Harry interrupted
before he could continue with the story. “I thought soulbonded
people couldn't hate each other.”

Hadrian stared at
him curiously before shaking his head. “No, we can hate, loath
and even hurt our soulbonded.” He sighed, giving a tug at the
tiny string before looking at Harry. “Being soulbonded to
someone means that you share power, magic, mind and lifeforce Harry,
making you more powerful and with a wider core than normal wizards,
but really, you don't have to actually like the person you're
soulbonded with. Of course, it helps, and it helps a lot mind but you
don't really have to be anything other than distant allies if you'd
like.”

The elder wizard
grimaced looking at the glare picture Tom was sending his
counterpart. It had been a long time since he had seen that. He
cleared his throat, starting the tale again.

“So, we did
not like each other. I thought my parents were sending me away and
putting me in an orphanage, thought they would change me for the
handsome boy on my doorstep.” he snorted turning the pages.
“Tom thought it should be him in my place, that mum and dad
should have adopted him, and not have me as their son.”

“Anyway, as
you can see from the winter clothes, it was the beginning of December
when dad bought Tom home, it would be another seven months before we
got to Hogwarts. Worst seven months of my life. Tom and I fought,
literally, all the time. It was the time that both of us got our
first spanking too, for being naughty.”

Hadrian stopped for
a second, looking at the red string in his finger and tugging at it.
Again. He was ready to go and meet his love.

“Well, the
animosity lasted the seven months until Hogwarts, and continued until
late October. It was Samhain, and I was deeply upset over something
Tom had said to me. About mum liking him better or some nonsense like
that. So, I was away hidden in an alcove behind one of the tapestries
in the castle when our DA teacher came running yelling about a horde
of Sollefixies(1) invading the castle. Apparently, someone had taken
off the physical wards against the creatures. Anyway, while they were
doing the headcount someone noticed I wasn't at the table. Dad said
he panicked when he noticed I wasn't there.”

The boy smiled
fondly at the memory, his dad hugging him tight in front of everyone.
It rarely happened and he relished the moments that were so far and
few in between.

“Well, it was
then that people noticed that Tom and I had a connection of sorts. I
can't remember much of that night though. From what I gathered by
talking with dad and Tom, the horde of Sollefixies found me since I
was practising magic and as you know, they follow the scent of magic.
Anyway, I guess I launched spells at them and they got mad, since,
when the professors got there the leader of the horde was preparing
to eat away at my core.”

The elder boy
shivered at the thought, to have his magic eaten away, it was worse
than the Dementor's kiss. In his mind at least.

“Tom said
that he could feel a terror that wasn't his own and when dad went out
to find me, he followed behind. I don't know how they got there in
time, but they did, dad and the headmaster had to physically shield
me from them as Tom tried to get my core back to work.” He
sighed, looking around, searching for his love or a sign that he was
near by.

“Anyway,
after that night things got better between us. We stopped fighting,
mostly anyway, while we rarely got together to hang out, we studied,
and we argued the whole way how to make something better, it started
with spells and how to write an essay, in the end, we were arguing
how to make our world a better place to live.”

“And... how
did you two get together? As a couple?” he young boy asked,
unconsciously snuggling up to Hadrian.

“At the end
of third year, after the finals... well, I'll let you see it okay?”
he smiled, turning to a particular picture of the boys at the edge of
the forbidden forest, tapping it with his fingers he let Harry revive
the memory on his own. He had lived through it, there was no need to
see it again.

Specially since it
made butterflies fly in his stomach and one just could not meet a
dark lord with butterflies flying around!

Harry looked around, he recognized
the forbidden forest a few meters away, the sky a bit cloudy with
promise of rain to come. He turned left, seeing the two boys within
hearing distance and listening to their new argument.

“For Merlin's sake Harry, the
second question could not have been that! A rune spirit is different
from a ghost and-”

“I didn't say they weren't
different Thomas! I'm saying that there's different ways a rune
spirit could be bound to earth!” The exasperated voice came
from the green-eyed child as he gazed into the royal blue eyes of his
future love. “Anyway, what was question number five? I'm not
sure I got everything right for that one.”

The clearly elder boy sighed, the
book lay open on his lap as he tried to take his eyes off the other
boy. Harry could read a bit of confusion and annoyance directed at
the other teen.

“Five was... 'Write the main
differences between werewolves, animal shapeshifters and a
wizard/witch under the anima potion and how to recognize them'”

And so it went, Harry watched with
rapid attention as the boys argued back and forth over the answers
of the DADA test feeling a bit of envy at the easiness between them,
maybe that was why he noticed the small touches, the entwined legs
and the almost easy going smile Riddle showed the Snape heir, a smile
he had a feeling was just for him.

Too caught up in the subtleties of
the relationship Harry missed the beginning of the serious argument
only registering the random phrase along the lines of a brain being
too addled with potion fumes before Riddle was kissing Hadrian, maybe
to shut him up?

He watched as the lips locked for a
solid minute, neither boy knowing how to properly kiss and both
clearly too shocked to move along, not at all like the other kisses
Harry saw in Hadrian's mind library. Tom Riddle with his eyes closed
in concentration, Hadrian with wide open eyes.

It was with even more shock that
they both moved back at the same time, staring at the other's eyes.
It was Riddle who spoke first.

“I... I'm... uh, I, I kissed
you”

The other, even more shocked boy
nodded, blinking rapidly. “You did.”

“I'm... sorry?”

Hadrian nodded once, before hiding
behind a book and mumbling something

“Uh... what?” Harry was
definitely amused as the eloquent boy was simply lost for words in
the face of life-changing events.

With the tips of his ear going a
very familiar shade of red Hadrian cleared his throat, his mumble a
bit more clear than before.

“Don't be, I... that is to say
I uh... liked it” by the end of the very small phrase Harry
could see even a part of the boy's neck going that very same shade of
red. Riddle wasn't much better. And in a move of what Severus would
call Gryffindorish foolishness he got closer to the other teen,
whispering something and nodding in accordance to something before
kissing the younger boy again. Just a quick peck, but enough for the
teens.

Harry still had
that image burned behind his eyelids when he found himself in
Hadrian's library again.

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Tom stared at the
castle ahead. In the twilight it looked both beautiful and scary.

“A moving
force all on its own.” he whispered to the still air around
him.

This Hogwarts was
different from the castle of his own Reality, still full of power and
hidden doors certainly, but no longer Home. This magic, instead of
welcoming him as it should, repelled him as it never did on that
other land. It called him Murderer, Traitor and Power Hungry Fool.

But no matter, no
matter where he was, in which Reality he was in, he was still Heir
and his will Hogwarts would obey.

With a hissed
'Open' the heavy iron gate swung open without protest and Tom touched
the outer wards surrounding the huge propriety with a tenderness
known to none except his Hadrian.

“Worry not my
dear. We'll lift this taint from you. That wayward headmaster has
held your wards for far too long” he sighed as he felt
Voldemort stir in the back of his mind and snorted. “No wonder
my counterpart is highly volatile and quite insane!”

“What do
you mean?” Came the interested hiss inside his mind.

“Nothing to
worry about as of now... I'll tell you and your Harry after I've seen
my cariad.(2)”

“Cariad?
How interesting!” Tom could picture the smug smile on
Voldemort's face.

“Well, he
is...” he shrugged, before disillusioning himself and
addressing the castle again. “You will not tell your headmaster
that I am here.”

In response, he
just received a shift in the wards.

He would just have
to take that reaction as a 'yes'. “I wonder what you did to her
to get a reaction like that” he muttered to himself, feeling
Voldemort grow unusually quiet. Specially since the man had an
opinion about everything and everyone.

He briefly wondered
if his Harry found him half as insufferable as he found Voldemort.

Tom looked at the
snow covered grounds, thinking that, for a school full of students it
surely was deserted at this time of the day. “But then”
he thought “The cold could have driven them all away.”

“Or”
Voldemort interrupted, “your cariad might have warned
everybody you would be coming” Tom idly noted the venom
with which Voldemort said 'cariad', but let it go, for the moment.

“Oh I'm sure
he did! It's the sort of thing that he would find funny” he
smiled to himself. The action alone feeling quite awkward in this
foreign face.. He could tell Voldemort didn't smile much.

In fact, the man
didn't do much of anything when it came to facial expressions besides
snarl, hiss and be generally angry with anything within sight.

“Ever heard
of economy of movement and manipulation through facial expressions
little Half-blood?” He could just picture the sneer on
Voldemort's face as he spoke, Tom shock his head. So much wasted
potential.

“There's a
difference between manipulation and the inability to do some simple
facial expressions Voldemort” Tom easily silenced the reply as
they got close to the main door of the ancient castle. Didn't the man
know anything? He found himself disappointed with this version of
him. How could he have fallen so far in this reality? How could he
have lost his most important feature?

“Do quiet
down, we're going in”

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By the hospital
wing, Hadrian gave a sigh of relief when he felt that familiar caress
of magic getting in touch with his own. His Tom was, finally, home!

He felt the slight
shift in the wards as his love entered castle grounds and, knowing
instinctively where he would go, and without caring about Little
Harry being trapped inside his memories, he got out of his
trance-like state. Swiftly getting out of bed he grabbed the wand
from the nightstand and trigging Pomphrey's (or rather, Dumbledore's) alarms.

“Shit!”

With the faint
buzzing in the air, signalling the triggered alarms, he knew there
was only one chance and one way to get out there.

He just hopped the
Headmaster had forgotten to put up wards against his kind of magic.
He had no doubt that those wards were put there specially for him.

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“-nd she had
the gall to dare imply that I was no teacher! Well, not with those
words, no! She-”

It was dinner time
in the Great Hall, as with any other day the students filled up the
great hall with chatter, laughter and an increasing amount of noise.
Dumbledore was just glad that the teacher's table had a special
silencing ward around it. He loved those children, he really did. But
sometimes, an old man needed his silence.

This was one of
those times.

And dear Minerva,
dear that she was, would not shut up!

Oh Albus knew all
about the quest for revenge on that Umbridge woman, the pink menace!
He knew she was on a warpath against Harry and him. Knew she was just
a lapdog of the Ministry trying to get a hold over his school...

But that was no
reason for Minerva to go on and on and on about the woman!

“And poor
Harry! If I'm not mistaken she's going to talk to him next, it
doesn't matter if he's in the hospital or not! And about that! What
happened to Harry, Albus? Is he sick? Poppy refused to tell me.”

'More like you
didn't give her a chance to speak!' he thought, feeling only a
bit guilty for thinking ill of one of his colleagues.

He was just about
to answer when he felt a disturbance on the alarm he placed around
Harry's bed in the infirmary. So the boy had woken up, and was
probably going to meet Voldemort. Albus refused to believe for even
one second that Hadrian Snape's Tom was in any way different from
Harry Potter's Voldemort. A soul can't change that much. It wasn't
the natural flow of things.

Placing the
silverware on his nearly empty plate, he wiped his mouth before
excusing himself from the table. “Do excuse me for a moment my
dear, the wards have just notified me of a slight disturbance.”

“Is it... Is
it You-Know-Who?”

“Oh not, not
at all, probably one of the children getting near the Forbidden
Forest, nothing worrisome.” He smiled kindly at her before
exiting the great hall, rushing to the Hospital Wing and mentally
counting the exits he had covered.

The one-armed
witch, the whoop willow, that passage that lead to Honeyducks, the
fake wall near the Ravenclaw door that went into an underground
passage and into the Hog's Head. He soldier that as a timed portkey
to Diagon Alley, The entrance to the Chamber of Secrets.

Yes, all covered!

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Pulling the door
open and walking through the full corridors was an experience in and
of itself. Usually the students and ghosts alike parted ways when he
walked by them, often accompanied by Harry of course. Now it was like
a sea of human flesh, sweat and magic.

He hated it.

He supposed part of
it was because of Voldemort's tainted presence on his mind, its
influence making him want to slaughter those people in cold blood.

Tom stopped before
the doors of the great hall, standing out of the way he waited for
the Headmaster to pass by, oh, he knew Harry wasn't near by, probably
by the fourth floor or on the fifth, the hospital wing. As the door
closed after the old man and he went out of sight, Tom dropped the
invisibility charm staring at the oak doors, his focus on the golden
handle baring the Hogwarts shield.

Still unsure if the
ritual would work – however mild of a ritual it was – he
produced a small bronze knife from the folders of his robes, slashing
across his palm and touching the wards protecting the great hall.

“I, Thomas
Marvolo Riddle, blood heir of Salazar Demetrius Slytherin, inherited
heir of Helga Amanda Hufflepuff and Godric Lucius Gryffindor, demand
entrance into the Original Chambers of Hogwarts, as is my right by
blood and by magic. Made true by Lady Destiny herself.”

He breathed a sigh
of relief when the door handle turned from the bright golden to an
old bronze colour, the Hogwarts shield still there, almost faded, due
to the passage of time. Grasping the handle he pushed the door open,
taking a few seconds to look around the round room, the furniture
covered in white sheets for protection against dirt and dust, the
still air smelling like long-dead carcasses, the farthest wall
covered in old books and protected by ancient glass. In the middle, a
large round table with twelve chairs, and three thrones. Tom knew
those were thrones, he had uncovered them himself in his own reality.
One for the King and the other two for his advisers.

“What is
this place?” came the awe-filled voice inside his head.

“This, my
dear counterpart, is The Original Chambers of Hogwarts. I take it
you've never been here before?” There was no need to answer,
Tom knew he hadn't. If he had, Voldemort wouldn't be inside like
this.

“No, I've always been sure
that the Chamber of Secrets was the only thing left behind from their
time. I've never thought-”

“Never
thought the other founders had it in them to build something as
impressive as Salazar? They were the best of their time Tom”
he stressed the name, his patience thinning by the second “You
didn't really think that the only thing they did was build a castle
and fill it with children, did you? Anyone can do that!”

Annoyed, he once
again silenced Voldemort, quickly casting a cleaning charm to banish
the layers of dust before allowing himself to feel the relief of his
cariad's presence nearby.

All of that time
near the Malfoy Patriarch had left him itching to touch, hold, kiss
and fuck his Hadrian to oblivion. He wanted to cleanse that sickly,
twisted presence from his soul. To take away the feeling of oiliness
Lucius left behind. It just confirmed his theory, no matter the
universe, a Malfoy was bad to anyone's health, specially Tom's.

How Tom
could stand to be near that sort of presence for so long was beyond
him.

Sighed he stared at
his right hand for half a second before tugging viciously on the
little red string attached to his pinky finger.

Harry, his Harry,
was taking far too long for his tastes.

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Hadrian had just
closed the last window when he heard footsteps approaching the door.
It was either the Headmaster or Madam Pomphrey.

Either one could
soil his plans, the first doing more damage than the later.

Waving his wand over
himself he managed to whisper the incantation just before the
Headmaster broke into the room.

“Factus
Umbra” (3)

Moving into the
first layer of shadows glided, as quickly as possible, to the great
hall, faintly listening to the headmaster shouting after him.

The trip took no
more than a few minutes and with barely a thought he dismissed the
family spell. Hadrian smiled as he felt Tom's magical signature on
the Great Hall's wards. Touching them he felt the warmth of his
beloved, and closing his eyes, with his heart beating twice as fast,
he repeated the words Thomas taught him a year ago.

“I, Hadrian
Antares Snape, request entrance into the Original Chambers of
Hogwarts. With permission from the Elder Heir I stand before thee,
awaiting judgement of worthiness.”

Hadrian felt the
wards shift as it allowed his passage and he entered.

TBC...

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So! A few things
happened here, but I promisse the next chapter the Plot will thicken
even more. And I promise the appearance of Hadrian's father, Severus
Tobias Snape.

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(1)Animal the
author invented. It eats away magic and in extreme cases a person's
magical core, eats any spell directed at it and has a steel-like hide
but beneath it is quite vulnerable, created and inbreed by muggle
Christian priests during the witch hunts. Looks like a mummified
version of a human inbreed with a cat. With deceivingly look-like
paper-like skin. Sharp retractable fangs and black eyes (as in, all
black, no white part). The size of an adult Rottweiler. Singular:
Sollefix, Plural: Sollefixies.

(2)
Cariad – Welsh world (pronounced kárree ad), meaning
Darling, dear one, beloved. Cariad
is the strongest word for "love". If it is full-blown
head-over-heels it is "cariad".

(3)Literally,
To Become Shadow
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