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Harrison Slytherin	By : IsysSkeeter Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Salazar Views: 37093 -:- 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.

Chapter List
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Pairing/s in this chapter: HP/SSlytherin

Warnings in this chapter: Time-Travel fanfiction, Creature fanfiction, OC, depression, mention of bullying, mention of beatings, mention of child abuse

Ner words in this chapter: 2,439

"Talking"

'Thinking'

–Parseltongue–

{Japanese}

Dream / Letter / Newspaper / Book

Chapter VII

–Oakes, are you real?–

“How is Harrison dealing with everything?”

“Harry had made himself acquainted with Kinomoto and Prewett. Besides those two we are unable to see him to talk, smile or even exist.”

Salazar snorted at Helga’s description.

“Do you want to add something, Salazar, my friend?” Godric asked coldly.

“He speaks with the professors, is a gentleman to the ladies, until today never refused to speak with Seth and has made himself acquainted with the Lestrange twins.”

All the professors looked at Salazar impressed at the mention of the twins.

“When did that happen?” Helga inquired admired.

“Seth told me last night. Looks like the classes with the Hufflepuffs, Harrison uses to sit with Lestrange and that yesterday she came to him on the library and the three made their essays together.”

Helga smiled happily. “Good. Finally he acquainted himself with ladies. And from my house no less.”

Ian Adams, the transfiguration professor smiled. “My fair lady Helga. I don’t know if you are acquainted, but the Lestrange twins have the fame of being the more beautiful lasses in the school, besides the fact that no lad ever was able to talk to them.”

Helga merely smiled. “Obviously that’s only a rumor. And a female friend will do some good to Harry.”

“And why would that be, my friend?” Salazar asked, frowning.

Helga looked at Salazar and sent him a smirk that made everyone in the room become warily. “That, my friend Salazar, is because Harry told me that he likes girls.”

–HS–

“Hello Harry.”

Harry looked up to see two identical twins sitting in front of him, on the girl side at Gryffindor table.

“Ladies Lestrange.”

Two identical grins appeared on those brown curly hairy girls. The girl with the yellow headscarf, that Harry knew being Catherine, started serving herself and her sister plates, while her twin with a blue headscarf had her head on a book.

Yuki and Charlot, both poked Harry on the ribs, one from each side. Harry frowned at them, but seeing those making looks to the twins he rolled his eyes.

“Boys these are Catherine and Elizabeth Lestrange. Girls these are French and Japanese.”

Catherine snickered. “Nice to meet you French and Japanese.”

Elizabeth nodded as signal to have heard, without looking away from her book.

“Harry, at library after lunch?” Catherine asked in a flirting tone.

“As usual.” Harry answer smirking at the boys that were looking at him open mouthed. “Elizabeth, you do know that you can continue reading after lunch?”

“Not enough time.” She answered, starting to eat while read.

Harry smiled sadly and put down his fork. Harry saw Yuki trade a look with Charlot and immediately knew what they were thinking.

“Who?”

Harry looked at the ceiling in silence, picturing his old friends’ faces. Hermione and her bushy hair. Ron and his freckles and red hair.

“Hermionce-chan.”

Yuki nodded but didn’t say anything, sending a cold look at Charlot when he was going to open his mouth.

–Harrison?–

Harry looked down to meet the eyes of Salazar. –Yes?–

–My office, now.–

Harry nodded standing. “I will try to be there in time, my lady.”

Catherine was looking at Salazar’s retreating back and nodded. Yuki grabbed Harry’s arm. Harry looked at him.

{Be careful.}

{I’ll try.}

And Harry followed Salazar.

“Sit.” Salazar said when they entered the office and while he served two glasses. Harry obeyed, but when Salazar was going to give him the alcohol drink he refused. Salazar lifted a brow.

“I never drank before besides butterbeer, I prefer not to start alone with you.”

“Your time have strange rules. Here you start at least at seven. Tea? Juice?”

“Tea, but no herbs.” Salazar nodded doing the tea and offering it to the teen. “You had divination, didn’t you?”

Harry groaned, nodding, which made Salazar laugh. “That obvious?”

“Yes that obvious.” Salazar said, sitting in front of Harry. “I swear on my name that I didn’t put anything on the drink.” He added smirking.

Harry blushed and took a gulp of the tea. “What do you wanted to talk to me, sensei?”

Salazar frowned. “You’re spending too much time with Kinomoto. We are not in class you can call me Salazar.”

“Answer the question. I have combined with the Lestrange-chan to be after lunch at the library” Harry saw the man eyes darken, making him frown, “for group homework. I’m paired with Catherine in transfiguration.”

“Helga told me that you like girls.” Salazar said, bluntly.

Harry raised his eyebrow in amazement. “Jealous?”

“Don’t provoke me Harrison.” The professor growled.

Harry snickered. “There was this girl in the future that I fancy about. But she was dating another that died last year because of me. So dating her is out of question, besides… I’m stuck here.”

“Lestrange?”

“What about them?” Salazar sent him a cold look. “Not that I need to explain myself to you, but they’re only my friends. Like Yuki-kun and Charlot-kun.”

Salazar nodded, humming.

“Who ever said that Salazar Slytherin has no feelings, they were obviously wrong.” Harry mumbled trying to contain his laugh.

As an answer he got a cold look, which only made Harry laugh harder.

“I have feelings, Harrison. You should know that by now.”

Harry rolled his eyes. “If that is all…” He said in a good bye tone and standing.

“No.” the elder said grabbing Harry’s arm. Harry immediately released his arm. “Sit please.”

Harry looked at the man warily, but sat.

“I want you to accompany me to the Samhain ritual.”

Harry frowned. ‘Samhain? Does he mean Halloween?’

“I’m not going. I’m saying at my room.”

“It’s a harvest ritual and at the same time it’s one of the days that you can contact the other side. It is a day when it is able to talk to souls that already passed on. I’m sure you would enjoy the ritual.”

“I don’t do happy on that day.” Was Harry cold answer, before he stood and left.

–HS–

Salazar stayed looking at the open portrait, where his Harrison had just run trough to. It was not the company, he hadn’t even fought it. It wasn’t the ritual he was getting pretty well at accepting the new rules. It was the date.

Kinomoto appeared before the portrait, looking at him with black eyes.

“Mai I enter, sensei?”

“You may. And close the portrait behind you.”

Kinomoto entered, closing the portrait, by Salazar signal, he sat on the offered seat and took the glass of wine that Salazar had prepared for his Harrison.

“What did Harrison told you?”

Kinomoto gave an emotionless laugh. “Harry-kun didn’t say a thing. He passed right tough me, angry.” The half demon took a pause to take a deep breath to calm down, but his eyes continued black. “May I ask what thou did to him, this time?”

“I invited him to come with me to the Samhain. He reacted badly, not at the invitation, but because he refuses to celebrate that date.” Kinomoto frowned. “Thou you know anything about that date?”

He shook his head, looking at his glass. “Harry-kun doesn’t talk much about his past. About the future. He knows that I can live long enough and so emend the future.”

“Have you ever saw Harrison’s trunk?” Kinomoto nodded. “He must have books, notebooks… something where he wrote that down, don’t you think?”

“He may. But who would do that, would broke laws and, if Harrison found out, as good as dead.”

“Let’s hope that the person who do it then, won’t be Gryffindor enough to get caught, don’t we Kinomoto?

Kinomoto nodded, standing, and left.

–Master?–

–I’m worried about Harrison. There’s something in his past that left a dead mark on him.–

–You want me to…?–

–No Seth, the creature boy is already taking care of that.–

Half an hour later Kinomoto come back with a bag, which he turned over on the table, filling it with books and notebooks.

“We have three hours before I have to return them.”

Salazar nodded looking at them. Kinomoto opened his hand above the books, letting his white magic flow, he said: “Samhain.”

Two books open on a page and the requested word glowed. Salazar looked them over and shook his head.

{October 31}

All the notebooks opened, showing the date. The older date was 1986. Salazar picked that one, starting to read.

“It’s a private journal.” Kinomoto eyes widened and he approached reading over his shoulder.

“I can’t understand it.”

“That’s because it is in Parseltongue. I’ll read it out loud.”

Kinomoto nodded, going back to his seat. Salazar looked to the book, there was blood and tears on the page.

31 Otober 1986

Today, my uncle Vernon has called to scool. He had a reuneon. Teacher told him that I dont answear by my name.

I did. She calls me Boy and I answear. But dere are so many boys at school, how do I know that shes talking to me? If she called me Freak hould be esier.

Uncle got mad. His also hangry that im better than Dudley at school.

Oakes has not hapy about dem. He told me dat its not my falt.

Uncle bit me until I fel asleep. Oakes tried to hug me, but he just an imajinary frend made out of magic.

Oakes promesed to never live.

Oakes here are you?

Oakes you said dat you hould be here.

Oakes I mis you.

Oakes…

Please…

Dont live me you tho…

Salazar and Kinomoto traded glances and Salazar immediately turned to the next page.

10 November 86

I hent bak to school. Oakes… you here hrong. Magic doesnt exist. Its time to grou up, lithe sepent.

No, not lithe sepent, dats Oakes petname, and Oakes doesnt exist.

Im Harry, Harry James Potter.

Salazar frowned posing that book and picking the next one.

31 October 87

Oakes today my teacher wig turned blue. She was making fun of my clothes and that I can’t see proper. Oakes it’s been a year and I still miss you. You were my only friend.

Uncle said that it was my fault, I don’t know how after all he always scream at me that magic doesn’t exist.

He chastised me again, Oakes. I could barely move to my cupboard. I can barely write. But I keep my promises, even if you don’t keep yours.

You left me Oakes…

Why?

Is it because I’m a freak?

Salazar eyes flashed red, while Kinomoto growled.

“This sure explains a lot.”

Salazar nodded picking the next notebook.

31 October 88

Oakes I think I just flied. Is that possible?

I was running from Dudley and his group (they were doing Harry-hunting again) when I jumper over some big trash cans outside the school kitchen doors and suddenly I was sitting on the chimney of said kitchen.

They called uncle Vernon. I tried to tell him that I only jumped and that the wind took me to the roof. He didn’t believe me. He never does.

Oakes I need you here.

“He apparated?” Kinomoto mumbled while Salazar picked the next one.

“He is powerful, but at his time he was not forced to give his full potential.”

31 October 91

Ron called Hermione a Known-It-All today, Oakes. She dumped the rest of the classes to cry on the bathroom.

For the first time in my life I pondered in celebrating the Halloween, Oakes.

Everything was going good until professor Quirrel entered exclaiming that a troll entered the dungeons. Everyone panicked until headmaster Dumbledore told us to go to the dormitories, being led by the perfects.

I and Ron didn’t go. Hermione didn’t know. We went to save her and we fought a troll, knocking him down with the wingardium leviosa. The Wingardium Leviosa, Oakes.

If Ron hadn’t made it I would be gone.

Well, I made a new friend today. Hermione id now our friend.

“A troll? Isn’t he eleven?”

“He is. And his headmaster should have made them stay at the great hall. The Slytherins dormitories are in the dungeons.” Salazar growled while he picked the next one.

He was liking less and less that wizard.

31 October 92

Oakes someone attacked Mrs Norris.

I was at a dead day party of the Gryffindor ghost and when we left I heard a voice in the wall, I followed it with Ron and Hermione behind me and we got to a wall with blood letters that said: ‘The Chamber of Secrets is open. Enemies of the heir beware.’

Everyone thought it was me, because I was the first on the spot and I wasn’t at the feast.

At least the cat wasn’t dead, only petrified.

“The voice… could it be a serpent?”

Salazar looked at Kinomoto and then to the notebook. “A basilisk actually.” He posed the notebook and passed to the next.

31 October 93

Sirius Black attacked the fat lady today. I told you that he is coming after me, Oakes. I’m glad I decided to go to the feast. Did I told you that my parents died on the Halloween night? The same night that I won my lightning scar that you used to pet all the time?

Maybe Black thought it ironic that I should die on the same night that my parents died and Voldemort tried to kill me but got himself blown up (quite literally).

Oakes, do you think that I should have stayed? If I died, I would be back with you…

“Did he just wish his own death?” Kinomoto asked angry.

“Yes he did.”

Kinomoto growled. “What is this Oakes character?”

“Dark magic created by my heir. Harrison probably got his core closed on the day that I lose Oakes. I want you to take him to Helga to be checked.”

Kinomoto nodded. Salazar picked the last notebook.

31 October 94

Oakes…

I was chosen.

I was chosen Oakes. I, a fourteen years old, was chosen.

I’m the forth champion of the Three Wizards Tournament.

I, Harry James Potter, The-Bloody-Boy-Who-Lived, The-Freaking-Boy-Who-Just-Don’t-Drop-Dead, was forced into a tournament that he didn’t want to enter.

Oakes help me, I don’t want to do it.

I don’t need the fame and glory. I don’t need the money. I need friends…

I lost Ron, Oakes. Ron thinks that I did it.

Oakes I need you. I need you here to hug me.

Oakes…

I miss you. Will I ever move over? Will I ever forget you?

Were you real? Oakes?

Salazar stood and put the books back in the bag and did a copy on it and gave the real to Kinomoto and saved the copy on his desk.

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