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Escaping This World	By : sablecurse Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 25481 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 9
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
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A/N: I'm considering a spin-off of this story in which the first few chapters are the same as this one, but Harry will be sent to the past instead of Salazar being in the present. I have no idea how the story would progress though so if I decide to do that spin-off, I would wait until I had at least some clue on where to take it.

Also, I think this is the first time Parseltongue is used. It is formatted like this – "Parseltongue parseltongue parseltongue."

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Chapter 7 – Wasn't Real All Along

Salazar awoke late the next morning due to the previous day's magical exhaustion combined with no sleep the night before. He quickly got out of bed and went to go take a quick shower (he had no idea how he lived without indoor plumbing all those years). While showering, he made a mental list of things he needed to get done that day.

The first priority was his meeting with this Dark Lord, Voldemort. Depending on how things went there and how long it took, his next priority was clothes shopping. Seeing the clothes in the window at Twilfit and Tatting's the other night was enough visual evidence that his wardrobe needed updating if he wanted to blend in. If Salazar managed to complete these tasks, he would then use his magic to try and locate Harry. He was saving this task for last though, as it would require a lot of energy and wasn't even guaranteed to work – especially if the young man was behind a strong ward again.

Finishing in the shower, Salazar dried off as he made his way to his closet. Most of his clothes were very out-of-date; only a few robes, a pair of boots, and some costly silk pieces would survive his wardrobe update. Salazar pulled out a silk tunic, some linen leggings, a green wool robe, and some leather boots. After getting dressed, he used his magic to update the clothing he wore to 'passable' and headed to the dining room.

The elves had a late breakfast ready for him. There were a ton of new foods for Salazar to try along with some old standbys in case he didn't like them. After trying most things - rejecting some and taking his fill of others - Salazar stood from the table.

"Twixny!"

The house elf popped in and bowed. "Yes, master?"

Salazar told the elf his plans to talk to Voldemort and get clothing. Twixny informed her master about the best way to locate the Dark Lord and how to gain an audience with him. She also told him the closest magical shopping areas, plus where and how to access them. It was then that Twixny also informed her master about how to tap the bricks on the wall to Diagon Alley.

"Thank you for the information. Speaking of, I discovered about newspapers in the books I read. Please make sure I get a more reliable one delivered from now on please."

Twixny bowed and popped out.

Salazar stretched a little before heading to the front door. From Twixny's information, he would need to head to Malfoy Manor.

Potter Villa

Harry folded the last newspaper and sighed in relief. There hadn't been anything about his involvement in recent events printed yet, so he could keep today's plans to finish shopping. After setting down the newspaper, he finished the last bit of bacon on his plate before standing up.

"Snilpy!"

The male house elf popped in. 'Yes, master?"

"I need to finish shopping. I've never been anywhere besides magical London for said purpose though, and that place isn't an option. Any suggestions?"

"The best locations for shopping besides London would be Paris and Venice." The house elf then told Harry how to access the magical districts of each city.

"Hmm. I'd really love to visit the underwater shopping alleys of Venice, but Paris is safer. If anyone sees me, I'd rather them spend time searching France and other countries first. Before I go, is there anything the house elves need or the home needs that I should know about?"

"If you plan to use the Floo network, then you'll need some powder to do so. Any furniture or decorations you wish to purchase must be done by you as well. The house elves take care of everything else."

Harry nodded and headed to the front door. It was time to go shopping.

Malfoy Manor

Wiltshire, England

Lucius was currently penning a letter to send to all the newspapers in Europe. He had informed Voldemort of the events in the hospital a few hours after it had happened. The Dark Lord wasn't sure whether to be happy Potter was out of the way, pissed that the boy had threatened him and his followers, or pissed and wary that he had become quite powerful – more powerful than himself, even. Voldemort had dismissed Lucius to think over his plans.

This morning, the Dark Lord had informed Lucius that they would ignore Harry for now. He did, however, want Malfoy to anonymously inform the wizarding world of Harry's abandonment of the Light. It should cause support of the other side to suffer and would also take some attention off of his own doings. Maybe with attention focused on Potter, Voldemort could step up his plans to take over the Ministry.

Malfoy finished the letter and called in a house elf. He ordered the elf to deliver copies of the letter using untraceable owls to every wizarding newspaper, magazine, and radio station. As the house elf disappeared, he felt a tingle in the wards informing him of a visitor.

Lucius stood and brushed his clothing out as he walked towards the formal sitting room where all his guests were brought to. He sat down in one of the wingback chairs and waited. A few minutes passed before a wide-eyed and very nervous elf escorted in a young man. Said man looked very similar in eye-color to his own family, but the hair color was a darker blonde and his facial features weren't as pointed.

The house elf ran off without introducing the unknown man and that same man laughed to himself at the nervousness of the elf. The stranger sat in the chair opposite Lucius without waiting to be asked.

Lucius sneered a little. "Since my servant didn't seem fit to tell me, who are you and what do you want?"

Salazar smirked a little. "Come now, Malfoy. Don't you recognize a fellow Slytherin?"

At Lucius's confused expression, Salazar chuckled and leaned back. "And, as to what I want, I would like you to take me to Voldemort."

In an instant, Lucius had his wand out and pointed at the stranger. "I am unsure what rumors you have heard, sir, but I do not associate with the Dark Lord. Now, I must ask you to leave."

Salazar sighed and stood. He leaned close to Lucius, ignoring the wand trained on him. "Oh, but Lucius, I always know the truth from fiction. Take me to him – now!"

Lucius pushed his chair back and jumped up, eyes wide. He knew Parseltongue when he heard it. But the only ones he knew of that could speak it were the Dark Lord and Potter. He knew Voldemort would want to meet this man, but he didn't know what this man's motives were.

Lucius calmed himself down and lowered his wand. "Interesting. May I ask why you wish to speak to him? It would not be good for my health to lead someone to the Dark Lord who tries to kill him."

Salazar laughed lightly. "I suppose not. I promise upon my magic that, for today, I only plan to talk to your Lord. I will, however, defend myself should I be attacked first or purposefully provoked."

Lucius thought it over and slowly nodded. "Follow me, then."

Malfoy headed out of the room and Salazar followed behind. They ended up a couple of rooms down from the sitting room where an enormous fireplace resided. Malfoy guided Salazar to stand in the unlit fireplace and grabbed a handful of powder from a nearby pot. He stepped into the fireplace beside the man whose name he still didn't know and grabbed his wrist. After throwing down the powder and yelling 'Snake Hideaway', the two men vanished in a flash of green flames.

Rue Couture

Paris, France

Harry entered the magical area of Paris from the back door of a bakery. He nibbled on the croissant he had bought – damned bakery smells tempting him. After finishing the pastry and cleaning his fingers, he decided he should get started shopping. He realized he'd have to head to the muggle side of Paris to shop after he finished here, so he needed to get moving.

Snake Hideaway

Unknown Location in North Ireland

Salazar followed Malfoy through the hallways of the older mansion, both coming to a stop outside a closed door. Inside, a male and female were talking loud enough to be heard by both men. Lucius looked hesitant about interrupting, but he knocked and opened the door without waiting for a reply.

Inside, Voldemort was sitting behind his desk and an upset Bellatrix Lestrange was standing in front of the desk. Both looked pissed off, though it seemed to be evenly split between what they had been talking about and for being interrupted.

Voldemort stood and glared at Lucius once he had caught sight of the stranger. "There had better be a good explanation, Lucius, for you interrupting the conversation and for bringing a stranger here."

"My Lord, I –"

"Malfoy knew you would want to see me," Salazar interrupted. "As to interrupting the conversation, it didn't seem like a good one anyway."

Bella seethed. "Why you little –"

"Hush, Bella." Voldemort glanced back at this stranger. "And why exactly would Lucius assume I would want to see you?"

Salazar smirked. "Because, we have similarities."

Bellatrix and Voldemort froze. Voldemort slowly sank down into his chair and tilted his head thoughtfully. He then glanced at Bellatrix and Lucius. "Leave us." Bellatrix looked ready to argue, but was pulled out of the room by Malfoy.

"Who are you and what do you want?"

"I am your only relative. The name is Salazar Slytherin."

Voldemort scoffed. "Don't be ridiculous. For one, only a vampire or wood elf could still be alive after so long, and you are neither."

"So cynical. You are correct that I am neither of those creatures, but some original magic has kept me in stasis until now."

"Hmm. I'll believe you if you can tell me a few things."

"Fine."

"Very well. Tell me about your hidden chamber at Hogwarts."

"Hidden? Hmm, it wasn't hidden by me, but I did have my own chambers in the castle below the dungeons. I had a dueling area I used to keep my magic up-to-speed – decorated it with snake statues in honor of the animal I chose for my House at the school. I also added a statue of my father at the end of the dueling room, in which I hid the entrance to my private rooms - including a bedroom and study."

Voldemort stared at Salazar a few minutes, contemplating. "That was your father?"

"Yes. Why?"

"Hmm. Tell me about the snake."

"What snake?"

"What do you mean 'what snake'? The basilisk you kept down there."

Salazar raised his eyebrows. "Why would I keep such a dangerous snake in my private area? I mean, sure I could talk to it and everything, but not all snakes are cooperative. Plus, it could always get loose and hurt the children I worked hard to build the school for."

"You know, you don't sound like the Salazar Slytherin I learned about."

"What do you mean?"

Voldemort relayed all the information he had learned about Salazar – from promoting pureblood supremacy to vanishing after a fight with Gryffindor.

"Fuck! My father must have interfered with the school after I left. I wouldn't doubt he brought the basilisk there either. He did seem to become more fanatic as he got older."

Salazar sighed and rubbed his forehead. 'I already have a headache. I haven't even gotten around to talking about the war yet.'

"Listen. I want to talk to you about the war, but I have a feeling it'll make my headache worse. Do you mind if we continue this later?"

Voldemort narrowed his eyes. "I believe you are who you say you are, but what guarantee do I have you won't give away our location?"

"Tell you what. Keep my return a secret for now and I'll keep your location secret in exchange."

"Deal."

"Also, may I ask what your plans are regarding Harry Potter?"

"At the moment, we plan to ignore him as long as he doesn't interfere. Why?"

"Ah, now that is my own secret to keep. I shall visit you within the next week to continue this conversation."

Voldemort nodded as Salazar stood. "I look forward to it."

Salazar exited the room and made his way to the entrance he had spotted on the walk from the Floo. Hopefully, shopping would relieve his headache.

Rue Couture

Harry was headed back to the bakery. He had finished his magical shopping, getting several items made from dragon hide and acromantula silk along with some items for his beachside villa. He was now on his way to muggle Paris to continue his shopping. He was about fifty feet from the back door of the bakery when it opened.

Harry glanced up at the person and stopped moving. Standing there, staring at Harry and frozen in place, was the same man as the other night – the stalker. The man suddenly smiled brightly and started moving towards him.

Harry frowned and used the people standing around to avoid the man and circle around to the bakery's door. He glanced around and seemed to have lost him in the crowd before darting to the bakery's back door. He turned the knob and pulled the door open slightly.

A hand suddenly pushed the door shut and Harry could feel someone behind him. His magic started to bubble up in both panic and irritation.

Salazar let out a soft sigh as he felt Harry's magic rise. "Please, Harry, just listen to me."

"I told you to leave me alone. I don't want to talk to some stalker!"

Salazar frowned and moved from behind Harry to beside him, leaning on the door to keep Harry from escaping through it. "I apologize if it seems I was stalking you. I admit I was following you the other night. I did only want to talk though. I had no idea you were here today – the wards around this place interfere with tracking methods. I really just came to shop today. But I am glad you are here. Please, can we talk?"

Harry glared a little at the man. The stranger didn't seem so bad, but the magic he felt pouring off of him made him wary. "I'm busy. And nothing you could say would interest me."

Harry then turned and decided he'd escape through one of the Floo fireplaces. Before he could take two steps though, he heard the stranger say a sentence that halted him mid-stride.

"My name is Salazar Slytherin."

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Song for this chapter: Cloud Nine by Evanescence

A/N: I originally planned to have Salazar and Voldemort talk about the entire war and hash everything out in one sitting. The chapter was getting long though, and I knew I wanted it to end like it did. So, the Salazar/Voldemort conversation will continue in another chapter.

I don't think I've directly mentioned this tidbit. Harry no longer wears glasses. When he came into his inheritance, his magic repaired his eyesight. I may go back and add this information into that chapter.
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