A Soul Within

Thank you Digitallace, my beta, and to those that have reviewed or just hit the story to check it out.


Chapter Five


"A soul stone?" Harry repeated. "Like a Horcrux?"

"No, not like a Horcrux, Harry," Severus replied. "You've read Salazar's journal. Did you get the impression he would take another's life to gain a bit more immortality? Or was there a ritual mentioned? To make a Horcrux, a ritual needs to be done as well as taking a life."

"No. I think he would have mentioned killing someone to do that. The only entry I read that he actually killed someone was when he took revenge for his son's death," Harry said, shaking his head. "So if it's not a Horcrux, then what is a soul stone?"

"It's a magical version of the Muggle's worry stones that were quite popular in the 1970's. The worry stones are more oval shaped than the more spherical shape of the magical stone. They were also more flat, where the thumb would rub against the smooth surface. It is believed that when rubbing against it, it would lessen one's worries, often creating feelings of calmness and reducing stress levels. These beliefs originated in Ancient Greece. The soul stones are quite similar and not well known. It is not an intentional magical means of containing part of one's soul," Severus lectured.

"I've heard of these before also," Draco added. "They don't really take a part of one's soul, rather that they remember what the person feels. Much like a Pensieve."

Severus nodded. "It has been documented in wizarding journals that some people with a strong magical core have ingrained a piece of themselves, or an essence if you will, into the stones, and Salazar Slytherin, as well as the other founders were quite powerful. When the witch or wizard dies, the soul stone would diminish in powers also."

"And Salazar isn't really dead, so . . . " Draco added.

"So, the stone is still active," Harry finished. "Did Riddle know of it, you think? I wonder where he got it from?"

"It might have been with the two journals at one time," Severus suggested. "There was mention at one of the meetings that he found a true treasure in the chamber under the school."

"It was where Salazar had originally lain to die, until Rowena brought him to his rooms. Possible," Harry shrugged. "And why would it be active for me, and not Draco?"

"Because it's your soul that truly connects to the essence in the stone. A mated soul," Draco smiled. "It must have infuriated Voldie when he could not activate the stone. He most likely had plans to resurrect him somehow with it."

Harry closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the back of the couch. "Salazar Slytherin is a part of me . . . literally," he loudly sighed.

"A soul within," Severus quietly said.

"Can my life get any weirder?" Harry said, reaching to comb his fingers through his hair.

"It wouldn't be your life if it wasn't weird, Harry," Draco laughed.

"Shut it, Blondie," Harry tiredly grinned. "So now what?"

"Now . . . we find your soul mate," Draco said.

“I would suggest possibly meditation, looking deep within yourself to see if you can connect with him on some level. Find out where his rooms are in the castle. If they are hidden, it may only be Salazar himself that would be able to locate them,” Severus suggested.

“We’ll read through the founders journal to see if there are any clues too,” Draco added, getting up and reaching for Harry’s hand to pull him to his feet. “You know where the spare room is here, so go. Get some rest and we’ll talk more of this tomorrow.” Draco gently pushed Harry towards the room, taking the bottle of whiskey from him that he had picked up. “Sober, preferably,” he grinned.

“Ferret,” Harry smirked.

“Potty,” Draco shot back.

“Love you, too,” Harry shouted back, the sound of chuckling heard before the door shut.

“Idiots,” Severus mumbled under his breath as he picked up the founder’s journal.


~*~


Harry had indulged in a hot bath in Draco’s private bath, then went to bed. He sat cross-legged on the middle of the bed, closing his eyes, taking deep steady breaths. It took just a few moments for him to reach deep within himself, used to doing this on a regular basis, as it helped him relax before he went to sleep. He had gotten used to it when he was learning Occlumency from Severus years ago, and it just kind of became a regular habit. He was able to see his magical core, the colors blending, swirling around the other. At one time there had been a strain of black in the mix, but since Voldemort’s death, it was clear, pure once again. He saw a thin strand of bluish-green gliding among his magical core, much like the color in the stone. He sat mesmerized by the colorful dance before him, feeling the warmth run through his body, like arms wrapped around him, similar to the way the strand was gliding around his core.

He wasn’t sure how he was supposed to connect with Salazar, communicate with him this way. He tried to reach out to gently touch the strand of magic, but his fingers slipped through it. He tried several more times with more and more concentration, and was repeatedly unsuccessful. He sighed and slowly eased out of his meditative state, and lay back on the bed, and was soon drifting off to sleep.


He walked into the room, the few candles illuminating some of the darker corners of the room. The fire was dancing in the fireplace, making the area welcoming, warm. His eyes went to the bed, the curtains around it tied back at the wooden posts that seemed to blend into the beams of the ceiling. The blankets were mussed, pillows strewn around the floor around the bed. What drew his attention was the man in the bed. He was laying on his stomach, his one leg bent, the sheet wrapped around his lower body, the curve of his naked backside tempting him to touch. His face was turned away on the pillow, an arm wrapped around it. Shoulder length black hair was tousled from the fingers that tangled into the soft strands. A white starburst scar was on the one back shoulder, which he knew to be from a sword that had run through him.

He took a few steps back, not realizing he was approaching the bed, and looked to the window at the one side of the room. He tightened the tie around his robe and walked toward it, reaching out to pull the doors open to step past. He cast a warming spell on the stone outside, and leaned on the railing, looking out at the lake, the full moon leaving a trail along the calm black surface. It was quite high up. He was able to see the smoke coming from the chimneys in Hogsmeade, the tiny firelights dancing around the tops of the massive trees that edged the lake, leading to the forbidden forest. He sighed deeply, the warm breeze brushing against his face as took in the clean air.

A hard body pressed against his back, strong arms wrapped around his waist to pull him closer, a face was nuzzling the side of his neck, his hair moved to the side as lips kissed his skin. He tilted his head to the side to let the lips have more access. Teeth began to gently nibble on that particular spot that always seem to make the blood rush down to his cock. The lips smiled against his neck when that knowing shiver traveled through his body. His arm reached back to pull the face closer to his neck, while the other was slipping his hand into the loosening folds of his robe. A low moan was heard by his ear when he rubbed back against the hardness that was pressing urgently against his thinly clothed backside.

“Please,” he quietly begged, skimming his hand down the arm around his waist, linking his fingers through the others before bringing their joined hands to grasp his cock. He felt the body move away from his back as their hands continued to slowly torment him. The robe slid from his body to the floor, before the warm, hard, naked body was at his back again. His cock surged in his hand when a thumb slid over the leaking head, their hands sliding wetly up and down his length. Another hand slip possessively up his stomach to his chest, where fingers flicked then pinched a nipple until he was writhing and moaning for more.

“Cum for me,” was huskily whispered into his ear as their hands stroked faster and faster.

His legs begin to tremble as the heat rushed through his body. His hips thrust forwards into their hands, until he is moaning out loud when he erupted into their hands. He had no time to breathe, as a hand pressed on his lower back, making him lean over, his head resting on his forearms as he spread his legs further. Slick fingers from his own cum slid over his hole, two breaching fast and hard inside of him, already loosened by the recent fucking he had before. He mewled in frustration when the fingers ended their maddening thrusting, but was soon pressing back when he felt the blunt head of the other’s cock. He pushed back hard, taking the whole length into him all at once. They both moaned at the feeling of filling and being filled. A warm hand smoothed over his lower back as the slow slip and slide of the cock inside of him made him beg for more. The hand moved to his hip, the fingers gripping tight, sure to leave marks the next day, while the other hand slid up his back, fisting a handful of his hair to pull his head back.

His hands gripped the railing as he was mercilessly fucked from behind. The body was pressed against his back, leaning over him to lick and nibble the back of his neck. He reached down to fist his cock in his hand, but it was pushed aside as the other began to stroke his length in time with the fast and deep thrusts inside of him.

“Godss . . . don’t . . . stop,” he panted, pushing back for more. “Now . . . want . . . to . . . to feel . . . ”

“Harry,” was cried out as the hips ground against his backside, the warmth of the other’s cum filling him.

“Sal’zar,” Harry moaned, as his second orgasm soon overtook him after.

Harry woke with a start, his body still tingling and numb from his wet dream. He looked down at his hip when he felt a soreness to see red marks in the shape of a hand. He felt a wetness seep onto the sheets from his hole, and groaned as he fell back against the sheets. “Not a wet dream anymore,” he mumbled to himself.

tbc
might be a few days for chapter 6 - waiting on beta to get it back to me. The rest....well...I'm working on it.


(Jan. 8/10)