A Soul Within

**I would like to thank again Emerald Solitude for looking over this chapter, adding that extra this and that to make it read smoother. Also thanks to all that have fav’d, alerted, and reviewed my story.

Chapter Eleven


Harry and Salazar took their time going down the grand staircase of the school; Salazar seeing it through his own eyes for the first time in ages rather than through Harry’s eyes. There were many portraits that greeted him with a nod of their heads or a graceful bow in respect, having recognized one of the founders’ magic through the school. They were not met by many students or professors, as it was midmorning, and the students were in their classes. The few they did come across had slowed their steps, their mouths dropping at seeing the Savior of the Wizarding world.

“You still get that a lot after all this time?” Salazar smirked, glancing back when he heard the clatter. A student had been watching after them instead of watching where she was going and had walked into a suit of armor.

“She could have been looking at the gorgeous man at my side you know,” Harry grinned, linking his fingers through Salazar’s. “It will be through the whole school by lunch time that I was holding hands with a dark-haired man.”

Salazar stopped and brought his hand up to cup the side of Harry’s face. He leaned in and placed a brief kiss on the corner of Harry’s mouth, drawing back before Harry could respond in kind. He smirked to himself then turned to walk down the last few steps, glancing over the railing to see a group of students standing by the house point hourglasses by the door.

Harry closed his eyes, releasing his breath that he didn’t realize he held at the slight touch of Salazar’s mouth on his. He opened them to see the students, their heads together, their looks directed at them. He hurried the few steps and grasped Salazar’s hand in his. “You did that on purpose,” he groaned, a small smile gracing his lips.

“That I did,” Salazar agreed. “Now, they will all know that you are mine.”

“And you are mine,” Harry smirked, bringing up Salazar’s hand to his mouth, pressing a light kiss to the back of the knuckles. “There will be the same reaction in the village.”

“If it bothers you, we can always come back.”

“Or,” Harry began hesitating, “we can go to my place in muggle London?”

“Is that your wish?” Salazar asked, turning to face Harry when the front doors of the school closed behind them.
Harry shrugged his shoulders. “It doesn’t matter to me, as long as I am with you.”

Salazar smiled at the loving sentiment. “Why don’t we start with a walk through the village first, and then see where the day leads?”

Harry squeezed Salazar’s fingers and guided them down the path that led to Hogsmeade. Their steps were slow and leisurely as Harry reminisced about the good times that were spent on the grounds, like picnics by the lake, or building magical snowmen in the winters, when he wasn’t fighting for his life, that was, throughout the years.

Salazar did have some idea on what to expect from Harry’s memories when he saw the rise of the thatched cottages and shops of the village appearing before them when they rounded the hill, but it was still a sight to see. Gone were the tents that he remembered. In their place was a mix of wood, mortar and stone buildings. It was a lot to take in, but he knew that when they entered the muggle world it would be more so. The wizarding world, he knew, was quite behind the times. When his mind was one with Harry’s he took in an abundance of information on what the present-day world was like, both wizarding and muggle.

Harry had been coming to Hogsmeade for many years, but it was a different experience seeing it with someone that hadn’t been there before, or at least in a very long time. They took their time, Harry wanting Salazar to see the many things that were currently available to wizards and witches. They went to places like Dervish & Banges to look at all the magical equipment; Scrivenshaft’s Quillshop, where Harry picked up some ink and parchment; a bit of time spent in Gladrags Wizardwear where they both tried on some new robes, Salazar finding it strange with all the different cuts and colors one could get them in. It was also a good day to visit Honeyduke’s Sweetshop. They had many samples for those with a sweet tooth; including ice mice, sugar quills, and chocolate frogs - at which Harry couldn’t help the loud laughter that broke past his lips when he watched Salazar open the package and tried to catch the chocolate frog that jumped out of his hands. The collector card that was underneath was, ironically, none other than Salazar Slytherin himself.

“Hmm,” Harry smirked, taking a bite out of the wiggling chocolate frog in his hands. He looked down at the card, then leaned closer to Salazar. “Much better in the flesh I would say,” he grinned, his lips ghosting over Salazar’s.

Salazar closed the distance to respond to the kiss, then drew back, licking his lips. “Tastes good.”

Harry shook his head and stepped back from the temptation. These light kisses and brief caresses were driving him to distraction.

They picked up several sweets to take with them before heading to The Three Broomsticks where they ordered butterbeer and sandwiches for their lunch. It was after the third person came up to their table for Harry’s autograph that they had enough. They had their lunches packed up, then left after apologies from Madam Rosmerta. Harry led the way to a cluster of large rocks that faced the shrieking shack. They sat on the ground, their backs to the rocks and ate the rest of their sandwiches and sipped at their butterbeer while Harry told of the legend of the haunted house up on the hill; of how the howl of a wolf could be heard the night of the full moon, where a family friend took refuge for his transformations.

Harry had just finished his tale when Salazar tipped his bottle up to finish the last of his butterbeer. His eyes hungrily looked on as Salazar licked some of the foam from his lips. He shifted onto his knees and faced Salazar, leaning forward, his hands on the others firm thighs. He looked down as the tongue seemed to slowly lick the foam from those kissable lips before looking up into smouldering grey. He looked down again, then flicked the tip of his tongue to the corner of Salazar’s mouth, lapping up the buttery flavored foam. He lightly peppered soft kisses against Salazar’s mouth, savoring the unique taste of his lover and the butterbeer.

Salazar brought his hand up to the back of Harry’s head, his fingers combing through the silken strands as he deepened the kiss. He would never get enough of his mate’s taste, or tire of the sounds that he made in pleasure. His own moan of pleasure was muffled against Harry’s lips when Harry pressed the palm of his hand against the growing hardness inside of his pants. His fingers gripped the hair in his hand as he sucked in Harry’s tongue, his other hand pressed against Harry’s on his erection.

Harry pulled back from the kiss, his own eyes dilated with need. He looked down, his hand rubbing up and down the visible length of Salazar’s cock, his want for his lover climbing steadily higher at the breathless pants and moans that were coming from Salazar. He looked back up into Salazar’s eyes, and dove in for more of his lover’s taste. His lips devoured Salazar’s, the feeling of never being able to get enough making his heart beat rapidly in his chest. He pulled back, his lips just barely ghosting over Salazar’s as his fingers deftly undid the buttons of the snug fitting pants, eager to touch the heated flesh. “Need to taste you,” he lightly kissed Salazar’s mouth, his tongue brushing over the reddened lips. “Want to swallow you,” he huskily added.

“Harry,” Salazar moaned, arching his neck back when Harry began to nibble and lick his way up and down his neck, warm fingers wrapping around his cock. He lifted his hips to push down the restricting material from his groin, reaching down to grip the base of his cock. “Fuck,” he crudely cried out as Harry suddenly dove down and wrapped his lips around the tip of his cock, flicking his tongue over the glistening gland, sucking hard, bringing more blood to the head. Lips slid up and down his length, taking him in deeper and deeper with each up and down plunge. His fingers tightened in Harry’s hair as he guided Harry to go faster while he bucked his hips upwards. The feeling of Harry deep throating him triggered Salazar’s orgasm, sending his world spiraling around him. He tightened his hold around the base of his shaft, trying to hold back, wanting to prolong the feeling. It was the sound of slurping, and the vibrations around his cock from Harry’s moaning that finally did him in.

Harry pulled back a bit from Salazar’s cock, his lips sliding slowly up and down the end, sucking and licking all that was given to him. He moaned at the taste, feeling a shiver run through Salazar’s lower body from the vibration. He slid his lips up, drawing back, placing a light kiss on the head of Salazar’s cock, before letting out surprised gasp when he was suddenly pulled up and pulled against a hard chest.

His satisfied smirk was soon smothered by a hungry mouth, the taste of Salazar still in his mouth. He shifted until his legs straddled Salazar’s legs, his bottom resting on his thighs. He let Salazar control the kiss, dominating him like no other could. It was his turn to moan and groan.

Salazar’s passion flared to life again when he tasted himself on Harry’s lips, the feel of that mouth still lingering on his cock. His hands slid up the back of Harry’s shirt, coming around to grip his waist, guiding him to his knees again before his fingers dipped into the waistband of the jeans, his thumb flicking open the button, his fingers then pulling the zipper down. His hands were back at Harry’s waist, pushing down the denim and cotton of the tight underwear briefs that he loved to see Harry in to his hips.

Harry sighed in relief when his cock was freed from the tight confines of his jeans. He was thankful in an off hand way that he remembered to activate a sound and invisibility spell around them before their kisses grew too heated to begin with, for his moan was rather loud when Salazar wrapped his fingers around his length, his thumb grazing against the sensitive seeping head. The hand slid up and down his length, wet from the precum that was weeping from the head of his cock. He looked down and watched the pale hand jerk and pull on his cock; his hips thrusting forwards with every pull.

Salazar looked up to see Harry’s head bowed, his breathing erratic, and his lips full and wet. His eyes were closed, and his fingers were digging into his shoulders. “Harry,” he huskily said. Harry looked down into his eyes. “I want to see as you let go.” He glided his thumb over the head again, a whimper escaping past Harry’s lips. His hand pumped faster, his tongue darting out to lick his own lips.

Harry was close. So close. He saw Salazar move closer, then felt his tongue flick against the head of his cock at the same time he felt a finger tip graze his puckered hole. He thrust his hips forward, his head thrown back as his cock pulsed in Salazar’s hand. His release soon followed, shooting into Salazar’s open mouth. He groaned when the tongue brushed over the sensitized head of his cock, licking him clean. He eased himself down, wrapping his arms around Salazar’s back, holding him close. “Love you,” he whispered by Salazar’s ear.

“So much,” Salazar replied by Harry’s ear, stroking the back of his head.

It was several minutes later, after they both gained their breath and straightened their clothing back to some semblance of order, that they shakily got to their feet. Harry stepped close again, wrapping his arms around Salazar’s back, just holding him close.

Salazar pulled away from the embrace, his hand coming up to cup the side of Harry’s face, his thumb brushing against a flush cheek then kiss-swollen lips. “I like this look on you,” he grinned.

“I can imagine,” Harry laughed, flicking his tongue against Salazar’s thumb.

“Like a true picture of debauchery,” he said, combing his fingers though the sides of Harry’s hair. “Or well-fucked,” he added.

“Such language,” Harry laughed.

“Yes, one does catch onto a few words in this day and age, especially when one is in the throes of passion. It was heard quite often when you were on that sex island,” Salazar said, remembering some of what Harry had done in Jamaica when he was in his head and body.

“Ah . . . yes, the hedonism island,” Harry smiled. “That was quite the experience thinking back on it.” Salazar raised his brow in question. “Well, feeling you and being with someone else. A truly kinky threesome.”

“I will not share what is mine now that I have you,” Salazar said, some of the smile leaving his face.

“It was a confusing time for me. I didn’t know what was happening with me. I thought I was going a bit mad, feeling things or seeing things when I was reading your journal. Now that I know, I wouldn’t trade that madness for anything. I got you out of the deal. You are more than enough for me Salazar, and you will have me for as long as you want me,” Harry finished smiling warmly at his lover.

“A long time then,” Salazar grinned, giving Harry a quick kiss before reluctantly pulling from the warm hard body. “Now, I believe we have some more of this new world of yours to see?”

Harry had taken Salazar’s hand and led him back up the path to the village of Hogsmeade, to a brightly lit store up the lane; the Hogsmeade branch of Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes. When Fred had passed in the war, George was devastated; his other half, his twin had died. It was months before the jokester redhead came out of the apartment he had shared with Fred since leaving Hogwarts, with a new determination in his eyes. He, with the help of Harry opened their second branch of their beloved joke shop. Zonko’s joke shop was a favorite of the twins, and it was a dream to take it over and expand on it. During the war, a lot of Hogsmeade was closed down or taken over by the Death Eaters. Zonko’s was one such casualty until Fred bought it out from the owner. It was there that Harry led Salazar where Seamus Finnigan managed the store. As part owner he was known by all the employees so he had no problems sneaking around the back of the store where he stood before the fireplace. Luckily Seamus was off that day, so there was no inquisition from the Irishman.

Salazar stood beside Harry in front of the fireplace. He knew of floo travel, but had not previously experienced it. He held out his hand when Harry gave him some of the glittery powder. “Harry,” he said, stopping Harry from stepping into the giant hearth. “Can we not apparate to this Diagon Alley?”

Harry turned and stepped away from the hearth of the fireplace, seeing the slight fear in Salazar’s eyes. “Salazar. I am sorry. I didn’t realize. Floo travel is so common in today’s wizarding world that we sometimes take it for granted. We can apparate if you feel more comfortable traveling that way, but it will have to be outside the shop as there are apparation wards within the shop. This fireplace however, takes us right into the back room of the Diagon Alley Weasley shop.”

Salazar took a deep fortifying breath. “Okay. We will do this. What do I do?”

Harry came forward and kissed Salazar on the mouth. “Are you sure?” Salazar nodded. “Okay. You can try this and if you don’t like it after this we don’t have to travel this way again.” Harry stepped into the hearth and faced Salazar. “The first thing to remember is keep your arms close to your sides as it will feel like you’re traveling through a tunnel. You don’t want to catch onto anything. It might help to close your eyes or you’ll see all these doorways zip by you. It can make you dizzy. Also, make sure you pronounce your destination very clearly. This time it is Diagon WWW. It will take us right through to the fireplace of the office of the Diagon Alley shop. Okay?”

Salazar nodded. “Yes. I can do this.”

“I know you can Sal,” Harry smiled in reassurance. “I will go first. Remember state the destination very clearly. You never know where you’ll end up if you say it wrong, like I once did.” With that last statement he smiled and tossed the glittery powder at his feet. “Diagon WWW.” Harry was gone in a flash of green flames.

“He just had to add that last bit,” Salazar mumbled to himself as he nervously stepped into the hearth, a slight bit of green flame still licking the stone floor. “I can do this,” he said to himself. He closed his eyes. “Diagon WWW,” he stated in a clear, loud voice. He barely held back the cry of surprise when he felt his body being pushed then the sensation of falling and sliding forward. He closed his eyes tight, but could make out flashes of light flickering behind his eyelids as he passed the different doorways to other places. He felt the air shift around him, then the stone floor at his back. He opened his eyes to stare up into the amused green eyes above him.

“Looks something like your landings used to be, Harry,” George laughed.

Harry glanced a few feet away at George and Blaise who were leaning their hips against the desk, before reaching out with his hand to help Salazar up. “It does get smoother once you get used to it,” he grinned, taking the cane from Salazar as the other got to his feet. “You okay?” He softly asked, brushing the soot off of Salazar’s shoulders.

“It is something I would rather not do too often,” Salazar replied, accepting the quick kiss before nodding in thanks when Harry handed him his cane. He turned to the other two men in the room.

Harry took Salazar’s hand, giving it a light squeeze of reassurance and took the few steps closer to George and Blaise. “Guys this is my . . . um . . . guess you can say he’s ‘the one’, my soul mate,” he grinned, looking to Salazar in confirmation.

Salazar smiled back at Harry. “Yes, my reason for living,” he smiled, leaning forward to kiss Harry’s cheek.

“Ah . . . that is so . . . sickeningly sweet,” Blaise smirked. “Does this soul mate of yours have a name?”

“Before I introduce you, you guys have to promise it doesn’t go any further than this room right now. Hermione and Ron haven’t met him yet. They will in a few days,” he raised his brow in question.

“Not a word Harrikins,” George grinned.

“Okay . . . George, Blaise I would like you to meet my soul mate, Salazar . . . ” he hesitated, “Slytherin.” He felt Salazar’s thumb stroking his knuckles.

Blaise’s brow arched up in surprise. “Slytherin? Salazar Slytherin? Where on earth did you meet a descendant of Slytherin?”

Salazar shared a look with Harry, the one look confirming it was okay to divulge their secret. Salazar held out his hand to Blaise. “Salazar Slytherin. The Salazar Slytherin. It is a pleasure to meet some of Harry’s true friends.”

Blaise’s hand stilled before his hand grasped Salazar’s. “Um . . . sure . . . Salazar . . . nice to meet you,” he hesitated, his smile dimming on his face.

“I know you’ve been lonely Harry, but . . . no offence to you Sal, where did you help him escape from?” George grinned and held out his hand. “By the way . . . George Weasley, part owner of this fine establishment, brother to um . . . your soul mate there, and life partner to the one who looks like they ate a bad Bertie bean here.”

Harry couldn’t help the laugh at the easy acceptance of George, even though the redhead didn’t believe them. “Maybe you two should have a seat, and I’ll explain,” he said, motioning for Salazar to take a seat after conjuring a comfortable chair for him.

He waited till Blaise and George sat down, before taking out the bottle of firewhiskey from the desk drawer that only he, somehow, was able to open, much to the chagrin of Blaise. “Okay. I’ll give you the shortened version.” Harry sat on the arm of Salazar’s chair. “Just before I gave my notice at the Ministry, Ron and I were on a team that went to Riddle’s house to check the place out, and gather any dark artifacts and such. It was there where we found some journals; one was an original Hogwarts journal that all the founders wrote in, while the other belonged to none other than Salazar here. There was also a smooth stone that really wanted to stay with me. I had turned it in with the other items from the house but it found its way back to me. You see, when I touched it, it activated. Inside that stone was the soul of Salazar. The next week or so after that, I thought I was going quite mad; feeling things that shouldn’t have been possible, seeing things that I had never seen before. It turns out that Salazar was kind of piggy backing in my body and mind.”
Blaise and George downed their drinks in one go, George waving his hand for Harry to continue. “So he was with you when you were here after your holiday?” George asked.

“Yes, although the bond got stronger after that,” Harry replied. “Salazar was in a deep sleep all this time in a hidden tower within Hogwarts.” He didn’t feel it was the others business as to why he was asleep.

“You look pretty good for your age,” George grinned.

“Yes, well, Rowena de-aged me while I was asleep,” Salazar smiled.

“Rowena?” Blaise asked. “As in Rowena Ravenclaw?”

“Yes,” Harry replied. “Rowena and Salazar were very good friends. Pranksters in their time. It was actually them that charmed the staircases to move as a prank towards Godric Gryffindor.

“So, why now? Why did you wake up?” Blaise asked, still finding it hard to believe one of the founding fathers to Hogwarts and that of his house was sitting across from him.

“I kissed him,” Harry grinned.

“Sounds like that muggle fairytale,” George laughed.

“Sleeping Beauty,” Harry added, nodding his head. “I was able to activate the stone because I was Salazar’s true soul mate, and I was the only one that was able to wake him with the kiss, with the help of potions that Severus created.”

George took a sip of his refreshed drink, swirling the amber liquid in the glass. His eyes were downcast. “George?” Harry asked seeing the rare serious side of the twin.

“Sorry Harry,” George looked up, meeting Salazar’s eyes before looking back at Harry. “I am very happy for you Harry. Soul mate bonds are rare, and they are special. It is a lot to grasp that one of the founders of Hogwarts is actually sitting across from me . . . a Slytherin . . . the Slytherin. What I am wondering is if the rumors and books are true in that Salazar here believes in the prosecution of muggles because I don’t think I can go through that again.”

“George . . . ”

“If one was to believe in what was written in these books or in the rumors that are abound in the wizarding world, then I would be portrayed as worse than this Dark Lord that had recently terrorized the people of this time. In truth, I have nothing against muggles. They have their place, while the wizarding world has theirs. This Voldemort had thought that because I did not want to mix muggles with the wizarding world that I was against them. I was not. I believed that muggle-born children shouldn’t have been allowed in the school due to the chance that they could let it slip about the wizarding world. Children talk; they don’t realize what they are saying sometimes. There had been a spell that some others were working on in my time to help with that.”

“A charm similar to a wizard’s oath or a fidelius-like charm. They would not be able to talk of the wizarding world outside of the school,” Harry added. “People fear what they don’t understand.”

“So no trying to take over the world then?” Blaise asked.

“No, I don’t even understand it yet,” Salazar chuckled.

“He hasn’t been on the other side yet,” Harry said. “We plan on going to my place later today.”

“Good luck with that,” Blaise smirked.

“If you trust him Harry, I do too,” George said, giving them a smile.

“Harry tells me you and your brother were the pranksters in school, remind me sometime to show you my old journal. It has some of our pranks from our time,” Salazar smiled. He saw the fleeting look of loss in the redhead eyes. “I am sorry for your loss. I myself have lost someone close to my heart.” He reached for Harry’s hand. “But it does help to have the love of others to help you heal.”

George looked at Blaise who gave him a warm smile. “It does help,” George softly replied, then seemed to perk up. “Now, Harry . . . how are the new toys working for you?”

“Ah yes,” Salazar grinned, seeing the flush come to light on Harry’s cheeks. “I remember when you had gotten them. We will have to try out these ‘toys’ of yours later?”

Harry met Salazar’s gaze, and couldn’t help but respond to the intense heated look that seemed to pool straight to his groin. “Definitely,” he huskily replied.

“Um . . . Harry.”

“Harry . . . Salazar?” George called out after Blaise.

Harry broke from Salazar’s gaze to look at the other two in the room. “So, we’ll see you two later alright? We’ve got things to do, and places to see.” Harry took Salazar’s hand and led him from the room to the front of the store. “Remember not a word,” he added, glaring at the two smirking men who were following them out.

“Not a word,” Blaise grinned.


Salazar was still grinning when the shop door closed behind them. “Harry, we should have looked around in the store. Rowena would have loved to hear of the modernized pranks that are available in today’s age.”

“Later. We can come back later,” Harry grinned, just wanting to get away from the two smirking faces that were still looking at them through the window, making funny faces at them. “There’s so much more to see here in the Alley.”

“Okay, where to first?” Salazar asked.


*Note: The Hogsmeade establishments are in the books, except the Weasley’s taking over Zonko’s. It was their dream, but I don’t recall them actually having that dream become reality.


tbc.