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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.

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Chapter 8 – Labor of Love

Harry slowly turned around to face his 'stalker'. "You have got to be kidding."

Salazar smiled brightly. "Nope.'

Harry dragged a hand down his face and exhaled, mumbling. "Great. My stalker is completely mental. A very powerful lunatic – hmm, I thought one was plenty. Or does the old fool make it two?"

Salazar frowned. "I can hear you, you know. And I'm not insane. I'll prove it however you like if you'll just talk to me."

Harry lowered his hand and stared long and hard at the man standing in front of him. After a couple of minutes passed, he gave a shrug. "Fine. I think a late lunch would work well. You get to buy since you want to talk so much. Best do it in the wizarding world so we can use secrecy magic. I get the feeling we don't want this conversation overheard."

Salazar nodded. "Yes, secrecy is needed for this conversation. And I would love to buy you lunch, Harry."

Harry frowned. "Let's get this straight. This is not a date; this is me exchanging time and listening for food."

Salazar chuckled. "Very well. You can choose the place."

Harry nodded and turned, heading back to an expensive bistro he had spotted earlier. 'If I'm going to get a meal for free, why not make it count.'

Salazar followed behind Harry, his eyes drifting down to the new dragon hide pants his equal was wearing. 'God – Harry has such a nice ass. Bad thoughts! Bad thoughts! Still, he very attractive. I hope he can accept me eventually. I've waited so long.'

Harry stopped outside of an ornately decorated building with a sign signifying the place as Le Chaudron de D'or. He asked for a table for two and waited patiently. Luckily, the place didn't have too large of a crowd during this time of day so as to make getting a table last-minute impossible. Harry glanced back at his companion (who was, by now, looking higher than Harry's ass). He sighed a little at the way odd things kept happening to him.

The greeter returned and showed them both to a corner table and seated them. After handing them menus, he assured them a waiter would be present soon. Harry glanced at the menu, thanking his lucky starts that he did some self-studying of French in his fourth year due to the students from Beauxbatons. There was only so much French whispering and giggling at said whispers he could take before he broke down and decided to learn it.

A waitress came up to the table and introduced herself before taking their orders. After Salazar ordered his food, Harry did the same - with the addition of a very expensive bottle of wine. Harry smirked across the table to Salazar, but the other was just smiling. He huffed and waited until the waitress had walked away before putting up several silencing and privacy spells. He then leaned back and crossed his arms.

"Might as well get this ball rolling. You said you wanted to talk to me. You can start with proving you are who you say you are."

Salazar nodded and decided to go with the same proof he had used to convince Voldemort.

Harry jumped when the man spoke his first sentence in Parseltongue, but listened carefully to the facts he had given about the man's personal chambers beneath the school. He was pleased to learn that he wasn't who the wizarding world thought he was in terms of personality. He probably would have been more skeptical if he hadn't been performing a light Legilimency, which he knew the other was allowing to guarantee the truth of his words.

They both took a break from conversation when the waitress brought out the bottle of wine and two glasses. This was followed minutes later by ham baguette sandwich and onion soup for Harry, and a dozen oysters and beet salad for Salazar. Both ate quietly - Salazar taking in habits and features of the person opposite him, while Harry was thinking over what he had heard and was forming questions.

Harry finished most of his meal and drank the last of his second glass of wine. "Well, I believe you, I suppose. Now I'd like to know how the hell you wound up over a thousand years old."

Salazar laughed, pushing his plate away. "Technically, I'm only twenty-four." Salazar then explained how and why he had come to be so far past his time. He noticed Harry growing pale when he mentioned his equal and stated how it was determined that Harry fit that role.

Harry groaned and let his head fall to the table. 'Dammit! After all that Fate has thrown my way, now I'm supposed to be romantically destined for Salazar Slytherin? If I ever meet this Fate bitch, I'm going to kill her.'

Sure, Harry was gay. Despite how hard he tried to be straight to distance himself from his abusive past, he just couldn't deny that girls did nothing for him. The disaster of Cho Chang in fifth year was all the proof he needed in that regard. Salazar was also quite good looking and Harry would even consider dating him if circumstances were different. But Harry was really not looking to date anyone, much less someone who wanted some kind of serious relationship. There was no way he was ready for that after recent events.

Salazar nudged Harry's leg with his foot. "Harry?"

Harry sighed and sat up, pouring himself another glass of wine. "Listen, Salazar. You're cute and all and you seem like a nice guy. But I'm definitely not ready for a romantic relationship, no matter the guy. I have some personal issues to deal with first."

Salazar frowned, the sight of which made Harry a little regretful at turning him down.

"I understand. I don't want to pressure you into anything you aren't ready for. Could we at least try out a friendship though and see if anything progresses from there? My spell-work should have assured we'd have plenty in common."

Harry thought it over, while sipping his wine. "Hmm. That sounds like a decent idea. I have an idea on how we can stay in touch. Sorry, but I don't quite trust you with the locations of my properties yet."

Harry finished off his glass of wine before standing. "You take care of the bill here. I'll be back in a minute."

Salazar grabbed the hem of Harry's shirt, noticing the slight flinch but not commenting on it. "Promise not to run away again?"

Harry smiled a little. "I promise, now that I know you're not just some creepy stalker."

Salazar pouted (yes, pouted). "I am not creepy."

Harry made his way to the door, calling over his shoulder. "You were in ancient clothing in the middle of the night in a notorious alley. You were creepy."

Salazar laughed and signaled the waitress. After paying his tab (tipping generously) and having the remainder of his wine corked, he stood up and stretched.

The conversation he had been wanting to have had been a mixed bag. While Harry had put off romantic development for the time being, he had been open to friendship. Salazar knew that a friendship, if developed right, would likely turn into something romantic. The two just fit each other so well, that the odds were good. Harry had also taken the facts well, though letting him use some Legilimency might have been a major factor in that.

Salazar decided to take one step at a time with Harry and exited the restaurant. He waited outside the building and glanced around at the other businesses. He still had to do some shopping. Maybe he could convince Harry to join him.

Speaking of Harry, Salazar saw him headed in his direction. Harry held up a bag to Salazar, giving a soft smile. Salazar peeked inside the bag and saw a small ornate hinged box.

"It's for letters. I have a matching one and it is connected to yours. We write each other a letter and stick it in the box. It'll show up in the other's box. Wards don't interfere with the box's magic. This way, we can communicate with each other easily."

Salazar beamed. "Oh, like Travel Boxes."

Harry raised an eyebrow. "What are those?"

"They don't sell Travel Boxes anymore? Oh. Well, there used to be these really large cabinet boxes that were sold in pairs. They were mostly used by richer families with multiple homes. It was an easy way to travel from one home to another."

"Hmm. Sounds like a great idea. If I can't find anyone who still makes them, I'll try and see if there's any information on how they were made. Maybe I'll make some myself if need be."

Salazar nodded. "Say Harry. I was wondering if you would like to come shopping with me. As you can guess, most of my wardrobe is outdated."

Harry gave an apologetic smile. "I would, but I have my own errands to run. But I can give some advice."

Salazar frowned a little that he wouldn't get to spend more time with Harry. "Oh?"

"You look great in green. Grey, black, and blue would probably look good on you too. And every young gay wizard needs some dragon hide pants. I know you appreciated them earlier."

Salazar laughed. "Indeed, I did. Thank you for giving me the chance to talk to you, Harry. I'll write to you soon."

Harry gave a small smile. "See you later, Salazar."

With that, Harry turned and headed back towards the bakery that served as the gateway between wizarding Paris and muggle Paris. Salazar watched him until those dragon hide pants disappeared into the crowd. Clutching the bag Harry had given him protectively, Salazar set off for a long afternoon of shopping.

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Song for this chapter: Private Universe by Crowded House

A/N: I got a good question about the lack of Harry's wand. When Harry arrived at Privet Drive for the summer, all his magical stuff was locked away by his uncle. So, he is not using it to cast spells and doesn't really need it (but the issue of his wand will reappear when he goes for his revenge on them). Salazar doesn't use a wand either and he will address this in his talk with Voldy.
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