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Chapter Four – Dreams, Memories, and Howler from Hell

The months following the defeat of Voldemort were the worst Harry could remember. They even ranked higher than the years before receiving his Hogwarts letter and discovering he was a wizard. Even spending the time in the broom cupboard under the stairs, barely getting enough to eat while his relatives only got fatter, and being used as they’re personal slave did not compare. Though perhaps his childhood came in a close second when he added the beatings and verbal abuse, and by the end of that summer he was ready to rip the wings off of Rita Skeeter’s beetle form before freeze drying her for display. Of course it didn’t help that everyone was ready to crucify they’re new savior because nothing that Harry did was right in their eyes. Instead he made an appointment with St. Mungo’s to have his eyes corrected so he’d no longer need his glasses.

So when he decided to go back to Hogwarts to finish his final year, everyone had their opinion that he should’ve taken the opportunity to go straight into the ministry as an Auror. They were not ready for him to have the childhood he never had, but instead they only expected more from him. He did everything to exonerate Severus Snape after finding out about the very private man, but no one wanted to believe a word that he said. He was being dubbed the broken savior and being called crazy for the second time in the Wizarding media. Hermione and Ron were just the happy golden couple and neither one of them could possibly go wrong. Returning to the rebuilt school did nothing to help the nightmares plaguing him and every single one of them had him in a situation that was out of his control. He was forced to do things and he just couldn’t stop it. It was like he was under the Imperious curse in the dream, but he wasn’t able to shake the command.

The returning seventh years, which included a very sullen and withdrawn Draco Malfoy, were given their own common room for that year. Each room had two beds and since everyone was adults gender wasn’t considered when choosing who your roommate would be. Several couples paired off including a surprising Blaise Zabini and Pansy Parkinson. In the end, the only two left not paired were Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter. The two were reluctant roommates but quickly made a truce in order to prevent any unnecessary violence. They soon discovered that they both had night terrors and one would wake up the other. Harry’s were the worst and he’d just breakdown afterward wondering what he could do to maintain control. Draco’s would awaken Harry with screams and tearful pleading for the dream phantom to stop. Harry awoke Draco one night to have him hold onto him for dear life and cry into his night shirt.

His voice was dry and cracked when he managed to ask, “Do you want to talk about it?”

The blonde simply shook his head and pleaded, “Please don’t leave. I need someone to know that it was just a dream. That I’m no longer there and it’s no longer my reality.”

“What did they do to you?” Harry whispered while running his fingers through the other wizard’s hair.

The blonde shook his head, “I can’t tell you, but if you learn Legilimency I’ll let you see. Perhaps it’s better if someone else knows.”

“I don’t think that’s something I can learn. Severus attempted to teach me Occlumency in our fifth year and I was pants at it. I just couldn’t block off my mind,” Harry rubbed the other boy’s back.

“I wish I never learned it, but I have to admit it helped me survive. My mind would’ve been lost if I had no way to protect against the many invasions I experienced. You know I can teach you how to close your mind first and then you and I both can master Legilimency. I have some books, which always help me learn new things, but you seem to learn more from doing.”

Harry nodded, “Just as long as you don’t plan on teaching me how to by invading my mind. I think that was the issue. He’d just make me so angry by bringing up things I wasn’t even prepared confront myself let alone allow another to see. Severus’ own childhood was pretty horrible and yet he couldn’t see past his own hatred of my father to see that we were one in the same. You know part of me wonders what would’ve happened between us if he were alive. But of course like everyone else that knew my parents and were close friends are all dead. I have no one to tell me about my mother or my father. All I have of them is a photo album, the stories their friends told me before they died, and the memories that Severus shared with me. Sometimes I just feel so lost you know.”

“Look at what being a roommate with a Gryffindor is doing. It’s turning me into a bloody Hufflepuff,” Draco groaned before smiling.

Conversations like that continued throughout their eight year. Harry also continued studying some of the more rare bits of magic with Draco. Though he refused to learn in Defense Against the Dark Arts because of who the new professor was. The more he found out what Lucius Malfoy allowed happen to his only child, who he supposedly loved only made Harry angrier at the man. It was winter break when the news article came out declaring that after 25 years of marriage the Malfoy couple was getting a divorce. The announcement also included the fact that Lucius Malfoy preferred his same gender and was never a good husband to his wife. The news seemed to be the beginning of Draco’s downward spiral. The blonde just stopped talking all together and barely left his bed, and his new friends response only angered Harry more.

He had found a potion book on slavery and control. It was also filled with sexual tormenting spells and included how to create magically enhanced toys. Harry shook his head when he saw everything one could make a butt plug do and couldn’t help but smile. He knew that he wasn’t clever enough to create the toys that he desired, so instead he made a copy of the book and sent it off to Fred and George. They were lucky that Fred was far cleverer than anyone gave him credit. He had managed to create a potion or something that allowed him to appear dead after the impact but that only placed him in a healing coma, so when he miraculously awoke the next morning his twin and mother nearly fainted. Harry included a letter explaining the toys that he wanted and hoped the twins would be able to include an instruction manual with how to properly work the item. Harry expected to try it out on himself first, as he was sure prostrate stimulation would assist with his masturbation.

He sent it off using a school owl and used his cloak and map to stay away from any patrolling professor. However, he didn’t expect to find an emotionally distraught and overly drunk Professor Malfoy in the tower. Harry decided it was time for him to take control and do something that he could finally have control over. His mind burned with hatred for everything that the crying man put his new best friend through. “You know that you’ve made you’re only son’s life a living hell. Ever since that news article came out he’s barely said a damn thing. He’s bloody well ready to die. He won’t eat, won’t speak, and won’t leave his bed.”

“Yes master. Please punish me for every bad thing that I’ve done. Please master, I deserve punishment. I’ve been a bad husband, a bad father, and a bad professor. Please make me yours. My master’s dead and I can’t live life without a master.”

Harry didn’t want to hear it or participate in some really weird kink that Lucius participated in, so instead he turned around and yelled, “Why don’t you just jump off the tower as punishment? It would only make the world a better place.”

He turned away from the still crying man and descended the towers steps, when he heard a loud crunching sound. He ran down the stairs and found a seriously broken Lucius crumpled on the frozen and snow covered ground. The blood was dripping from a head wound and he had blood coming out of his mouth, “Have I made you happy master?”

Harry was disgusted with himself, shocked, and scared. Did his command really cause a broken man to kill himself? He didn’t know what to do. He was afraid if anyone found out what he did and why the professor was dead. He ran for it knowing that his death was on his hands like everyone else. His parents died because of him, Cedric Diggory died because he didn’t want to take the cup alone, Sirius died because he refused to learn how to shield his mind. When it mattered, he only led people to their deaths like Remus and Dora. They’re son was an orphan because of him.

He ran straight to his dorm room and disappeared under the covers. He hoped that he could run from the guilt and hoped that Lucius’ death wouldn’t cause Draco to become even more depressed. He was just a horrible person, but he couldn’t help but feel that Lucius was worse. He was the man that married a woman even though he knew that he was gay. He then decided to follow a madman so that he could take it up the ass from said madman and other followers. He had a son, which he spoiled rotten but then handed over to the Dark Lord as a new plaything. Things would just be so much better if Harry could go back in time and force Lucius to a different place. If he could be the blonde’s new master, then he’d be in control of something and he could make sure that no one he loved died because of him.

The months passed with Ginny and Draco getting closer. Harry could see the love blooming between the two and only wished them the best. Draco actually started to smile whenever he saw his little lioness. Harry spent time in the Room of Requirement with dark texts and old maps. He was bound and determined to find a way to go back in time. He found something finally that he could control and he was bound to make sure that Lucius got every little thing that he deserved. He would pay for everything he put Draco and a younger Harry through. He would pay for dragging Narcissa Black through the mud. He was able to ask Hermione to do his brewing for him, even though she gave him a look that said she didn’t trust the excuse he was giving but that she would go along with it anyway.

It was on the last day of school after taking all of his N.E.W.T.s that he decided it was time to take the chamber. He’d managed to find the chamber a few weeks prior but thought that his friends would be less likely to question his disappearance if he waited until the last day of school. He made his way down to the second floor bathroom with his well packed extension charmed billfold, his invisibility cloak, and his map. He walked through the chamber of secrets and found the chamber in one of the rooms behind the statue of Salazar Slytherin, where the basilisk came from in his second year. He approached the chamber and set the dials for August 1, 1977 before stepping through to his new life. Though he was only a couple of months shy of his 19^th birthday, his new persona would be 17. It was one time in his life where his shorter height and looking younger would work for him rather than against him.

As he went through the gate, every person who died because of him appeared before him. His mother was asking why she sacrificed her life for him if he wasn’t going to do anything with the life she saved. His father was going off about how he was a disappointment of a Potter and that he didn’t deserve his inheritance. Cedric blamed him for his death and asked why he didn’t just take the cup by himself. Sirius blamed him for falling into Voldemort’s trap. Dora and Remus were screaming about them losing out in their son’s life because of him. The final one was Lucius asking why his master told him to jump off the tower. Why did his new master have to be as evil as his old master? Tears welling up in those gray eyes that reminded Harry too much of his friend Draco, and Arrigo shot up in bed panting. He looked over thankful that Lucius was still sleeping beside him.

He quickly got up and went to the bathroom, “Why the hell did I dream about that?”

His gut twisted in guilt, was he really a better master for Lucius than the Dark Lord. Why did he enjoy having such power over another individual? He knew he wanted power because he’d been powerless all of his life, but maybe he’d gone too far. Maybe he still had that Gryffindor conscious. He ran his hands under the cold water from the sink and splashed his face. He was still that small, abused, little boy, and he would never be anything more. Why was he so motivated to have a family of his own? Lucius wouldn’t care for him if he hadn’t slipped the slave potion in his tea. He wouldn’t have shown so much gratitude if Harry hadn’t lied to him and told him that he loved him. Why had he lied to the man who seemed so overjoyed that someone was capable of loving him? His eyes watered as the truth washed over him. No one loved him and no one ever would. He’d messed up royally and it was too late to turn back. He collapsed on the floor and hugged his knees to this chest. No matter the new persona he created, he was still just Harry Potter.

It was the night of Halloween feast and Arrigo sat between Severus and Regulus near the end of the Slytherin table. Lucius was at the staff table and seemed busy speaking with Minerva McGonagall. The jack o lanterns were floating along with candles above the tables, and Arrigo felt at home for the first time since arriving in the past. However that feeling stopped when the chocolate haired Avery and the auburn streaked haired Mulciber sat across from them.

“Oh look Black’s found another person to shag the little slag that he is. So, Arrigo has he been showing you how much he likes being pounded into?” Avery’s pale blue eyes focused on his green like sharp daggers.

“Avery, I believe you’re mistaken. Regulus has not shown any of those preferences,” Arrigo raised an eyebrow wondering what the hell the two were talking about.

The tan Mulciber snorted, “Oh well then again he prefers his lovers to be strong. I guess that you’re far too gangly for his taste. Though if you have the opportunity you should really join us and ride that hippogriff.”

Arrigo looked over at Regulus, “What are they talking about?”

The hazel eyed younger brother shook his head no before getting up and running out of the Great Hall. Fire burned in Arrigo’s chest as he turned back toward the two boys, “If you even speak to Regulus in my presence again, I will make sure that you experience what it feels like to have a full broomstick shoved up your arse. I’ll leave you bloody and only begging for more like the filthy little slags you are. Now get out of my sight before I do something that we will all regret. I don’t like you and I’m sure I’ll find a reason to dislike you even more soon.”

The two future Death Eaters stood with mouths hanging open before deciding to sit at the other end of the table. Severus whispered in his ear, “You really shouldn’t have done that. You don’t want those two as your enemies. They’re quite fowl and into some pretty dark shite.”

“Is there something going on that I don’t know about?”

But before Severus could answer an all too familiar voice filled the Great Hall, “Harry James Potter, what do you think you’re doing? Did you honestly believe that we wouldn’t figure out where you went? Did you forget that Ron knew how to open the chamber? If you used that special potion you had me brew, you better look through that special bag of yours and find the package I left you. You are so idiotic and stupidly heroic. Why didn’t you just stay and talk to someone about how you were feeling? You were there when he fell, weren’t you? Why’d you leave us? We love you, you moronic imbecile. Just because you blamed yourself for everyone’s death didn’t mean that you were bloody well alone. If you don’t come back soon, we’ll follow you. This is your warning and don’t be surprised when we drag your arse all the way back home with us. Don’t make us come and get you.”

The tone went from a yell to a bit more of a conversational voice much like Molly’s did in their second year when she congratulated Ginny on being sorted into Gryffindor, “Oh and we sent his Raven, so don’t be surprised when it ends up landing on that person’s shoulder.” The red envelope still hovering over James Potter gave a raspberry and disintegrated. Arrigo wasn’t surprised when he saw a Raven perched on Severus’ shoulder; however the other wizard’s black eyes widened in shock.

Arrigo smiled, “Oh what a lovely bird, Severus. What are you going to name her? Perhaps Lenore?”

The other boy chuckled, “Quote the Raven, ‘Nevermore.’ I didn’t know you were familiar with Poe. Though I have to admit that Lenore seems to fit, so what do you think that was about?” He pointed toward the ever reddening face of James Potter and the scowl on Lily’s face.

“I have a feeling that James was somehow delivered someone else’s male. I mean when has James ever gone by Harry?”

“I don’t know but you should probably watch out. The rest of the Maunders are coming right this way,” Severus warned.

Arrigo was cursing Hermione for sending that howler through the gate. Sure they found it and was able to send the letter but surely it took them a few months to figure it out. What was he going to do now? How long were they going to wait before they decided to appear in the past with him, and how the hell was he going to explain the obviously full grown Weasley child? His thoughts were interrupted by James grabbing him by the collar of his shirt and pulling him from the table, “Arrigo, you’re going to have a nice little discussion with us, and I suggest you find somewhere private quickly.”

“What makes you think I had anything to do with that letter?”

“Well, you appear out of nowhere and somehow know everything about us, seems a little fishy if you ask me. Now name a place for us to drag you to before we decide on the black forest.” James dragged him out of the Great Hall by his collar.

“Seventh floor and I’ll find the perfect place for us to discuss this.” Arrigo mumbled as he tried to find a way to get out of telling his parents of his true identity. Why didn’t he cover himself better? Why was he blurting out all of that information? Why was a question that continued to circle in his mind? Why wasn’t Lucius coming to his aid. When they reached the hallway near the horrible tapestry of the ugly goblin, Arrigo paced three times before the wall and the door appeared.

They all walked into a replica of the Gryffindor Common Room. It was a bit cozier than the original room and had a few things that had yet to occur in the current timeline. Oh the wonders of a room created by Ravenclaw. “Now, I’m not ready to have this discussion with you because it’s best if you don’t know my true identity.”

James crossed his arms, “Oh I’m pretty sure I know your bloody identity, Harry James Potter. Now why the hell would you have my name as your middle name like a son would have a father’s?”

“Well damn, this is going to be harder to wiggle my way out of than I first thought. Look there’s a lot that I cannot tell you and well much more that I hope to change. I’m James’ and Lily’s son from the future. I never knew you growing up because you both died when I was still quite young. I’ve come back to make sure that your son’s life would be much better than mine ever was. I do believe that certain event shape a person’s personality, so if you live this time around and you’re there for him, I believe he and I will be completely different. He’ll probably much happier, easier to love, and not the sadistic arse I’ve become.”

Remus’ golden eyes narrowed, “You expect us to believe that story?”

Arrigo sighed and removed the glamour from his forehead before pointing at it, “This is a cursed scar. I got it when I was a little over a year old on this very day, when a little rat told his lord the location of the hiding Potter Family. He killed James downstairs in their home in Godric’s Hallow because you’d lent your invisibility cloak to Dumbledore to check to see if it was one of the Deathly Hallows. Lily ran to the nursery where I was sleeping, and because one of his followers had pleaded with him to spare her life, Voldemort offered her a chance to live if she’d step aside so he could kill her son. She refused and sacrificed herself because of the love she held for her son, because of this sacrifice when Voldemort cast the spell on young Harry it backfired and he turned into nothing but a spirit without a body. It was thirteen years before he returned, but he did return and Harry was forced to fight him at every turn. After losing his godfather in the Department of Mysteries and then the final ties to his parents during the Battle of Hogwarts, Harry was lost. He went back for his final year of Hogwarts and then found a way to go back in time and make everything right, but somehow that green eyed little boy, who had his mother’s eyes, lost his way. I have lost all my innocence and now I’ve let my deepest secret out of the bag. No one must know that I am from the future. It’s imperative that no one finds out until Voldemort is dead for good.”

Sirius’ mouth dropped open, “Are you saying that all of us are dead in your time?”

Tears fell from his eyes, “You were in Azkaban for twelve years as an innocent man because Peter set you up. I didn’t even meet you again until I was thirteen and you dragged my friend Ron through the passage into the Shrieking Shack. Remus was the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor and taught me how to cast the Patronus. My Patronus takes on the form of Prongs because of the importance of my father in my heart. Everyone told me I looked just like him except that I had Lily’s eyes.”

James gathered the sobbing boy into his arms, “Oh Merlin, you’re telling the truth.”

Arrigo nodded his head, “After you died, Dumbledore left me with Lily’s sister Petunia and her husband. They weren’t nice to me, called me a freak, and I grew up not knowing I was a wizard and believing that you two died in a car accident.”

“Shall we take a Maurders vow to keep Arrigo’s identity a secret?” Remus asked.

The other three agreed and embraced their new cub. James asked, “When were you born?”

“July 31, 1980.”

Arrigo’s interrogation did not end in the Room of Requirement with the Maurders but continued in the Slytherin dorm. Luckily Regulus and Severus thought to use locking wards to keep Mulciber and Avery out. Severus pushed him to the bed, “You know Arrigo I’ve been suspicious of you for a while. However, I wasn’t ready to show my hand until now. How could you possibly know the name of my father when I’ve never mentioned it? Also there were things that you knew that I’d never shared even with Lily.”

“I understand that you stated you were related to me from my great aunt who married a Burke, however I traced the Burke family tree and never found your Surname anywhere on the family tree,” Regulus crossed his arms.

“Ah well you see, Arrigo Figulus is not my real name, but it’s my new legal name. Plus you wouldn’t find my mother on the Burke family tree because she decided to marry a muggle. Her name was burned off her family tree much like Eileen Prince was burned off hers for the same offence,” Arrigo attempted to cover it up. He couldn’t let those two know about his true identity yet. He trusted his father, godfather, and third father figure to keep his true identity a secret, but Regulus was too close to the Death Eaters and Severus was too much of a wild card.

“Arrigo, you’re doing it again. No one knows my mother’s maiden name! I’m a very private person and I haven’t even shared that information to my friend Regulus here. How do you know so much about me?”

Arrigo laughed, “I’m from the future and you gave me that information in the memories you released while you lie dying from a snake bite?” He shook his head as if he were completely joking, “No, you seem to forget that your mother placed an ad in the paper announcing her marriage to Tobias Snape and having a son. You may have never told anyone that but old papers are kept on file in the Hogwarts’ library.” Arrigo remembered when Hermione came across the birth announcement after he dueled Snape and the man admitted to being the Half-blood Prince.

“That doesn’t explain your comment about me already being an Occlumens.”

Arrigo crossed his arms, “I don’t know what to tell you about that. It takes one to know one? Perhaps I could just tell because of the way you keep a completely blank face. Isn’t that a sign of being one? You keep your secrets buried deep?” Arrigo knew that he wasn’t going to be able to get passed an inquisitive Snape for much longer. He thought about the second serving of Slave potion and figured he’d just slip it into the man’s pumpkin juice the next morning.

His black eyes narrowed, “I’m keeping an eye on you. Something doesn’t seem right about you.”

Regulus nodded, “I don’t trust you either. You somehow seem like a Gryffindor pretending to be a Slytherin. You don’t seem to have the right mentality to truly belong to this house. Why should I trust you when you’re likely a spy for my big brother. A person who could care less about what’s happening to me, and would likely enjoy watching me being tortured.”

Arrigo gasped, “What do you mean by that? Regulus is someone tormenting you? You can tell me and I’ll make sure it stops.”

Regulus just bitterly laughed, “There’s nothing you can do about it. You’re not strong enough to take them on. No one can stop them and no one can save me. I’m destined for the role before me and I will follow it to the best of my ability.” He turned around and unlocked the door and removed the wards before leaving the room.

Arrigo turned to Severus, “What’s going on with him? Who’s hurting him? Why don’t I already know this?”

Severus shook his head, “Believe him when he says that he’s dealing with it. There’s nothing you could do about it. Stop acting like a bloody Gryffindor and keep your nose out of his business. I’m sure that things will work out fine. He’s strong and can deal with it on his own.”

“Why aren’t you doing anything? If he’s being picked on by someone within this house, why not alert professors and make sure it stops?”

Severus shook his head, “Do you think that Slughorn cares about what is happening in the dungeons. As long as his favored students show up to his Slug Club meetings, he could care less what happens in the dorms.”

“So it’s happening in the dorms.” His mind thought over everything that recently came to his mind, “Wait don’t tell me that Avery and Mulciber weren’t joking about him being a good bottom. They don’t do that to them, do they? I knew that they casted that dark curse on that MacDonald girl in Gryffindor a few years back, but I didn’t know they were capable of rape. Where did he go?”

Severus just shook his head and Arrigo quickly pulled out his map. He looked around until he found Regulus’ name in the boys’ lavatory. He let out a gasp when he found Avery and Mulciber’s names in that room as well. He pulled out his invisibility cloak an approached the room. He found a near to tears Regulus being pushed against the wall by Mulciber as Avery pulled down his trousers and pants. It was a scene that Arrigo didn’t want to watch. He pointed his wand at the two and soon they were falling to the ground as each wizard was hit with a full body bind. Arrigo pulled the cloak off and ran toward Regulus who was sitting on the floor with his arms wrapped around his legs, which were pressed against his chest.

“This will not do,” Arrigo sighed. He cast his stag and sent him running off to Lucius. He had learned how to send messages a month prior to running away and knew his slave would follow his command.

He wasn’t surprised when Lucius entered the room, “What’s going on here?”

“Avery and Mulciber attempted to rape Regulus and I have a feeling that this wasn’t the first time. Perhaps you should bring him to the Headmaster while I take Regulus to the hospital wing. Don’t let Slughorn know because I have a feeling a discussion needs to occur because I believe that man might’ve known this was going on.”

Lucius nodded and levitated the two bound boys and mumbled, “It wouldn’t be the first time that old coot ignored the pleas of an abused boy.”

A/N: Your comments had me reworking my plot. So this chapter was written completely new. I now have to go back through and change some chapters around and make some changes to the others. Plus I think I need to add another chapter in as well. Hopefully I’ve cleared up a bit about Harry knowing spells that he shouldn’t.
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