Timeless

Chapter 3

Harry and Lucius sat there holding onto one another, almost jumping apart when a voice said behind them, “What are you doing here?”

They both looked around and realized that they were still in their past lives.

A tall boy, no older than 13, was standing there staring at the first year who had gotten lost. “Well?”

“I’m sorry, I got lost because I wasn’t paying attention,” the blonde haired boy answered looking down at his feet. “Could you tell me how to get to the Gryffindor common room?”

The older boy sighed, “Sure follow me. I’m Snowden McCarter and a Slytherin. What’s your name?”

The younger one looked up, “Brayden Way.”

“Here you are, Brayden,” Snowden said, ruffling the boy’s hair. Feeling a spark of magic, he pulled his hand away. “Be careful and alert. Have a good year.” With that the third year Slytherin turned and went down the stairs towards the dungeons, staring all the while at his hand. That spark had meant something, something he was taught or something that he had read, but he couldn’t remember. Whatever it was, he was going to try and avoid the first year at all cost until he figured it out.

Harry cracked a smile when Lucius started to sputter about being in Gryffindor in a past life. He started outright laughing when Lucius refused to believe it and started listing off characteristics he was sure that his soul should have had.

Lucius paused and turned to his own laughing Gryffindor, “And why are you not horror stricken that you are a Slytherin?”

Harry relaxed and caught his breath before he answered, “Because the sorting hat wanted to put me in Slytherin.”

Lucius’ jaw once again hit the ground, “You? In Slytherin?”

“Why not? I grew up with muggles that hated me and learned to be very resourceful for myself. I have cunning, because not once, unlike your son, I have not been caught out after curfew when there is no one to get me in trouble. Besides, Lucius, you know enough about me that it shouldn’t shock you.”

Lucius nodded, “True, I just never expected that the Hat would have wanted to put you there in the first place, I just thought that the traits were developed over the years because of the fighting.”

“Nope, now sit down, I particularly want to know what happens to us,” Harry said, pulling an unresisting Lucius down next to him.

Snowden, called Snow by his acquaintances because of his icy attitude, was researching in the library about bonds for his seventh year thesis paper for Charms. He paused when he came upon a section that brought back the memory of the first year, now fifth, Brayden.

Two souls will, when they meet, being the recipients magical or not, receive a shock and sharp ting of magic, when the two said beings touch. This is where the pureblood side of the wizarding world has gone wrong. Soul mates are why magical babies are created and why a lot of the births in recent year have been with the half-bloods and muggleborns.

Now back to the two souls. These two persons, male or female or both, are alike and dissimilar in all forms of their life, but something in them calls out for the other. If the souls have met but not bonded and one is killed, the other is likely to go mad and kill themselves. If the two souls have met and bonded and one is killed, the other will dies instantly so they are not to be separated in life or death.

Snow stared at the passage and thought back to the letter that his father had sent him about joining Grindewald and knew now that in his heart he could not join the dark side, but sat in fear of the retribution of not obeying him. Suddenly a shadow passed over his book and a voice startled him from thoughts.

“Can I use the other half of your table?”

Looking up he saw Brayden, holding a stack of books. Too stunned, he just nodded and Brayden spread out his material on the other half of the table. Clearing his throat, he asked, “What are you writing your essays on?”

Brayden looked up into the older boy’s eyes, “Potions, Charms, and Transfiguration.” He knew it was Snowden, but he hadn’t talked to him since their fight two years ago when Bray had told his crush how he had felt. “You?”

“I’m working on my thesis paper for Charms,” Snow said, thinking back on their fight and hoping that he hadn’t ruined everything. “Look, Bray, I’m sorry for what I said two years ago. You caught me at a time when I was feeling pressure from all sides. My father wants me to join Grindewald and I can’t.” He looked down at his parchment and books, nearly jumping when a hand rested over his.

“So I take it you’re not going to join him?” Bray asked softly, moving closer to Snow, so he could whisper, “I’m glad.” The spark was felt by both of them this time. “What was that?”

Snow smiled, “That was our souls telling us to be together.” He watched Bray’s expression morphed from confusion to happiness. “Yes, that means we are right for each other.”

Bray’s smiles turn to a frown, “What is your father going to say?”

“I don’t know, nor do I want to think about it,” Snow said with a shudder. “All that matters is that I’m with you.”

Harry and Lucius watched amused as the two boys were bonded after Brayden’s graduation and joined forces with Albus’ side. They watched as three years went by and the happiness that they felt. Then the bad news started.

“What do you mean missing?” Snow screamed.

Albus sighed, “He hasn’t respond to any of our methods of communication. He’s still alive thank god.”

“Yes, and you have your own personal way of telling Albus, because if he dies then I die as well,” Snow growled, hearing the gasps from those around them. “I’m going to find him.”

“No, Snow, the final battle is two days away,” Albus spoke quietly, “And knowing this Dark Lord, he will bring him to torture you. You are our best fighter and the strongest magical next to me.” Snow sighed and sat down, putting his head in his hands so no one could see the tears flowing down his face.

Lucius watched in his own separate world the torture of Brayden. He could almost feel the pain that the young man went through at the hands of Snowden’s father. The wish for death to be quick from Lucius was futile and no good as the Dark Lord, Grindewald, announced it to stop and that this would be the first one to die at the final battle the next day. He bestows the privilege to Thurlow, Snow’s father, who took his assignment with glee.

Brought back together, Lucius didn’t say anything and Harry didn’t ask as they sat together wanting this to end and for them to be back in their own times. Lucius thought that there had to be a point to this travel and hopefully they would soon find out.

Grindewald entered the battle field, with Thurlow dragging Brayden behind him. “Dumbledore, you bring your forces to us to slaughter. I thank you for that.”

“No, my dear friend, I’m here to destroy you once and for all,” Albus spoke, with power lacing every word. Snowden caught Brayden’s eye and saw the love for him, reflecting the same back to his love.

Thurlow threw Brayden forward and held a sword to his back, “Son, I give you one chance to return to my side and I will end his suffering or don’t and I can think of many things to do to him that will break his spirit, his soul.”

“Never, father,” Snowden said raising his head to meet his father eye to eye, “I will never join you for you will die when your master dies.”

Dumbledore threw this had been muttering a chant that was building power and unleashed it on Grindlewald, who started to scream as he was literally torn apart. Thurlow could feel his magic leave him as he watched his master waste away and thrust the sword into Brayden before he collapsed over dead.

“Brayden,” Snow said as he reached his soul mate. “Love, I’m so sorry. Please forgive me for letting you go alone.”

Brayden smiled, reaching a hand up to his husband, “I’ll always forgive you, but do not miss me, for you will see me soon.” His breathing became ragged and his eyes drifted close.

“Come, Snow,” Albus said, placing a hand on the distraught soul mate, “come and we will burying him as a part of the castle, a part of his home.”

Snowden shook his head, “I do not have that time Albus. The ritual we used was binding and I will soon follow him into the underworld. Bury us together as Hogwarts would want. I will miss you, old friend, and I’m sorry and do not blame you for anything. I forgive you.” With one more breath, Snowden Mc Carter lay dead over his husband and soul mate, Brayden Way.

“You boys will be remembered in my heart,” Albus said with tears in his eyes. “My brothers.”

Lucius and Harry both watched the scene with tears pouring down their face. Their souls transcended time and were brought together again to defeat some evil that was threatening their very existence. First it was the unknown threat of hate, then that of family and prejudice, and now it was a direct threat on the life of their souls. They knew now what was at stake and why each was giving their second chances at a free life. They were not going to let it go.