Indelible

Hey all. Sorry about the wait, I had to do some major exams for college. They are over now, so the only thing getting in the way of me updating is work (and a social life, on occasion lol).

Just to let you know, I’m planning on doing BLACK COMPLICATION next, and then a couple of one-shot sequels (to previous one-shots: mainly, WHORE 7 h/l; or the sequel to I WANT TO LOVE YOU d/h; or sequel to IT MUST BE LOVE l/h.)

Going on holiday from May 29th to May 31st, so there wont be any updates then. Just letting you know. Please read the a/n at the bottom.

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I’m seriously confused… it’s very hard to write two stories that are similar (Indelible and The Erlking). I can’t remember how old Harry is here. I said he was 16 in the last chapter, but I think he’s going into 5th Year – huh!

Ok, I just read through the entire fiction. HARRY IS FIFTEEN, AND GOING INTO 5TH YEAR. Just so we’re all up to date.
Last chapter took place in July. It is August now.

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Chapter 9
Home Sweet Home
August 31st 1995.

Malfoys were always fashionably late, but that didn’t mean they were ready on time. Rather they just chose to wait outside for a few minutes longer. Harry Potter however was, apparently, going to be late for his own funeral at this rate. They were to leave for the Hogwarts Express from Riddle Manor, so the Malfoy family were staying in guest rooms at present.

Tom lounged on the bed, smirking as Harry ran back and forth across the room, fell to his knees, crawled under the bed and emerged victorious.

“The last twenty-three minutes and nineteen seconds were spent looking for that?” Draco sneered, arms folded across his chest. Now that he was no longer bound to Harry he was starting to resemble the Draco he was when Harry was still at Hogwarts. Well, ok, he was a little nicer.

Harry waved the sock at Draco, the hole in its heel gaping like an open mouth. “What? I hate having odd socks!”

“Pack your trunk!” Draco hissed. His own had been packed for a day, and was lying by his feet on the floor. The blond took a seat beside Tom on the bed. Tom still looked sixteen, but he should have been nineteen by now. Draco wondered if he was ever going to age; but then, that’s what aging potions are for.

“Just because you’re a strange, getting-everything-done-early person, doesn’t me we all are!” Harry huffed, throwing the holey sock into his trunk.

“Fold your clothes,” Draco drawled, his eyes wide with horror. “I can not believe,” he muttered as he got off of the bed. He shoved Harry out of the way and started packing the trunk for him. “Were you this bad before?” Harry just rolled his eyes.

“Hey Dray?” He asked, sitting on the bed and leaning into Tom’s side. “How come I have to go to Hogwarts?”

“For an education, you dimwit.” The blond snarled, meticulously folding Harry’s school robes. The crests were all blank; and would automatically gain the symbol of whatever House he was sorted into. “Because you were invited,” he added on seeing Tom’s glare.

“Everyone gets invited if they get a letter don’t they?”

Draco stopped packing and moved to stand in front of his friend. “When you get a letter, it is the parents discretion to deny or allow their child an education at Hogwarts. If, like Dumbledore did, you are asked personally it’s taken as a very great slight to not attend. Dumbledore was bestowing an honour on you, inviting you to attend a school that did not invite you at 11-years-old. If you refused, it would be an insult to his generosity, and an insult you your family name. If your father refused for you, it could be considered an insult to you.”

“Like he was implying I wasn’t good enough?”

”Exactly. It’s complicated, and you have to go so don’t complain.” The blond continued to pack for Harry.

Tom was smirking, “I’m sure he’s looking forward to it.” He leered at the brunette. Harry didn’t seem to notice, he was too busy thinking of all the things he wanted to do when he got back to Hogwarts.

“You’re a paedophile, you know.” Draco mumbled, half hoping Tom wouldn’t hear him.

“Why would you say that?” He growled.

“Harry’s fifteen!” Draco practically shrieked. “You’re nineteen.”

Tom sat up straighter, “do I look nineteen? No. Because I am fifteen.” Draco and Harry both opened their mouths to protest. “Harry is fifteen, and I age as he does. Until he is nineteen, I shall not be nineteen either. We share a body, Malfoy.” Draco’s mouth made a ‘o’ shape and he blushed faintly, while Harry merely looked confused.

“You never told me,” he said softly.

“It never came up.” Tom ran his fingers through Harry’s hair, before pulling the boy’s face up for a kiss. Draco dropped the trousers he was holding into the trunk and decided this would be a good time to wait in the bathroom.

Three of Harry’s groans later, and a scream of “Oh Tom, more”, Draco decided he would be better off leaving the room altogether. He ran from the bathroom, with his hand over his eyes, and out of Harry’s bedroom.

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September 1st 1995.

Purebloods were usually calm and collected, elegant and suave, but that was only when they remembered to pack their School trunks. Harry was, at that moment, running around like a headless chicken. “Where is my trunk? Draco, what did you do with my trunk?” He roared, pulling the sheets off of his bed to check if Draco tucked the trunk underneath the sheets, or under the bed, or shrunk it and left it on his pillow.

The others were waiting at the front doors of Riddle Manor. They were taking a Portkey, and it was going to leave in two minutes. “Come on Dorian!” Draco called back, trying to coach himself into remembering Harry’s new name.

Tom popped into existence, standing next to his lover and smiling faintly. “It’s shrunk.”

“I know that, thank you.” Harry hissed, not very graciously.

“In your pocket.” Tom added with a smirk, his eyes glinting mischievously. Harry’s mouth dropped open and his hand went to his pocket to check. There was his trunk, made of ivory with a ebony lid and his new name carved into the lid and filled with liquid ivory. It was lined with black silk, and was, as Voldemort pointed out, very fancy which would convince them it came from an exotic country, and not England.

Without so much as a thank you, Harry shoved the trunk back into his pocket and ran, as fast as he could, to the front doors of the Manor. He managed to grab Draco’s arm just as the Portkey took off. The room began to spin, and Harry gulped, hoping he’d be able to hold on tight enough for the whole journey.

They landed just inside of the barrier to platform 9 and ¾’s. A family of people pushed through the barrier just after they landed, and walked straight into them. Lucius and Voldemort glared at the remaining members of the Weasley family. Bill, Charlie and Percy were no longer with them. Arthur and Molly were accompanied only by the twin boys. Ron and Ginny were both dead, and the parents looked distraught after losing a second child. Narcissa winced in sympathy, reaching out to squeeze Draco’s shoulder. The twins didn’t look very effective.

They both caught sight of Harry at once and elbowed past their father to get to him. Sirius took a step forward, but Harry shook his head.

”Dorian! Me ol’,” one said.

The other added, “Friend, how’s it been?”

Harry just smiled, squinted slightly and grinned. “Hello Fred,” the first boy who spoke, “hello George,” he nodded at the second to speak. Both of the twins’ mouths fell open.

“How do you...”

“Do that? Our mum…”

“Can’t even do that!” They finished the last sentence together. Everyone watching them, but Harry was confused.

Harry didn’t answer, instead he smiled softly and nodded towards the adult Weasleys before turning back to his own, slightly extended family. “Bye Siri,” he leant up to kiss the man’s cheek.

“Remus will be on the train. You and Draco stick together, ok.” The dark haired uncle pulled Harry into a hug. “I remember the day Emily went off to school.” He grinned evilly. “I was older of course, so I had already started, but I didn’t really want her to leave home. It would have been cruel to deprive our parents of both children at once, so I locked her in our fathers wardrobe.” He snickered.

“How much do you bet,” Tom drawled in Harry’s head, “that Black actually did that to his brother?”

“More than likely,” Harry whispered out loud. The Weasleys gave the boy odd looks, but the Malfoys were more than used to it.

They all began to walk towards the train, away from the red heads. Narcissa placed a gentle kiss to Draco’s forehead, and surprised herself by doing the same to Harry. “I miss Tinkerbell. How come Bella couldn’t come?” Harry pouted.

“Now, Dorian,” Voldemort said with a warning glare, “you know my cousin Isabella is unwell.”

Harry snickered, and obviously meaning for it to have some sort of meaning, he hissed, “Is Isabella unwell, is she?” He giggled again and Tom echoed the laugh in his head. “Azkaban thing,” he muttered noticing the weird looks he was getting.

“On to the train with you,” Voldemort said with a hand pressed to Harry’s lower back.

Harry hopped onto the train. He hovered in the doorway a moment, smirking at Voldemort whose hand still hovered where it had been against his back. “Any lower, father, and that would have been inappropriate.” He snickered at the flush that crossed Voldemort’s cheeks, and dashed off to find a compartment. Draco bid the adults farewell and followed after his sanity-challenged friend.

He noticed Granger staring at him from the doorway of a compartment as he passed, but he took no noticed. The Weasley twins had joined her there, but Draco didn’t know that either, as he didn’t care to check. He kept walking, and eventually found Harry and Remus in a, otherwise empty, compartment. “Hey,” he said taking a seat opposite the werewolf, Defence Professor. He was the only professor to last in that position for more than one year.

Draco smirked lightly as Harry curled up at his side. Tom snorted, but only Harry heard him. The two spent the next few minutes teasing each other bout how Tom was jealous and Harry was an idiot, while Draco discussed their private suit with Remus.

“How come we get our own rooms anyway?” Harry asked, beginning to pay attention.

“That reminds me,” Draco murmured searching through his pocket for something. He handed the ring to Harry when he found it. “We’re engaged remember.” Harry scowled; despite being submissive he didn’t like the idea of being the ‘girl’ in the relationship. But he slid the ring onto his wedding finger regardless.

“All married, or engaged couples, share a suit at Hogwarts. There aren’t usually that many of them, as most Purebloods have contracts – which means they don’t need to share a room because it is arranged – and they wont be marrying until after they graduate anyway.”

“Why don’t arrange marriage couples share a room?”

“You and Draco have a love match, or you’re supposed to pretend you do. You’re in love, and you want to see each other every moment of the day. Arranged couples usually have no choice in their partner and can’t wait to spend moments apart. It’s courteous to them, to offer if they would like to share a room, but most decline.” Remus smiled, “your father, Draco, he shared a room with your mother for his last year at Hogwarts.”

“Why are you staying with us? Father didn’t have a teacher present.”

“Both of your parents were of age. The two of you are only fifteen.” Draco blushed at the implication. “And yes, I know all about you and Tom, Harry.” Now it was Harry’s turn to blush lightly.

Draco coughed softly, “so, um, what is it like being a werewolf?” Remus’ eyes widened but he didn’t get the chance to answer as the door flew open and Hermione ran in and threw herself at Harry.

“It is you though, right?” She whispered against his ear, as Tom struggled to throw her off. In Tom’s head, Harry was asking him not to hurt her, but Tom was in control of the body now, and he wanted to hurt the girl that dared touch his Harry. “Harry?” She whispered fearfully when she pulled back to see red eyes blazing down at her.

Tom growled. “Get off.”

“It’s true,” she breathed, panting with fear. “He was telling the truth.”

Harry’s eyes were green again, and the boy smiled at his old friend. “What’s up, Mione?”

“Dumbledore said that you were dead, and Voldemort was controlling your body.” She backed up to the door; her wand pointed at what she thought was Voldemort. In the blink of an eye, Tom was standing beside Harry, running his fingers through the boy’s hair. “Oh my word!” She whispered, sinking to her knees.

“I share a body with Tom, but I’m not dead.” He smiled at her.

She shakily rose to her feet. “Keep your hands off of my boyfriend,” Tom growled, and Hermione fell to the floor in shock again.

“She took that well,” Remus whispered across the compartment to Draco, who snickered.

XXX

When the first years were all sorted, Dumbledore called Harry to the front of the hall. “Dorian Grey-Hayes,” he boomed, eyes twinkling madly, and Harry sneered.

“Just Grey, thank you,” he muttered with a sneer as he took the hat from Minerva McGonagall and placed it on his own head.

Ah, hello Harry Potter. Oh, but you are not are you, not any longer. What an interesting potion, what lovely side effects. You are now a Riddle, in more ways than one. But, let us sort you. Where shall you go…?

“Anywhere you like,” Harry answered.

Tom hissed, “Hurry up about it.”

I go by my first decision, and with young Tom there as well, I dare say you’d both do well in… … SLYTHERIN!

Harry sat at the Slytherin table, and smirked behind his hand as he felt Draco wrap an arm around his shoulders. “Glad to have you with me,” he murmured against Harry’s neck, secretly enjoying the glares he received from the Head table.

Harry laughed coyly, “but we sleep in the same room at night.” A few seats down the table, Pansy Parkinson burst into tears.

“Now, I would like to say a few words.” Dumbledore paused and everyone waited. Five minutes later, with a frown he sat down. “I seemed to have forgotten. Worry not, students, dig in.” And the food appeared on the table. Everyone ate, and when the food disappeared Dumbledore stood back up. “Now, a quick reminded, Weasley Wizard Wheezes are banned.”

The twins had been clever enough to attempt to sue the Ministry for allowing their underage brother to die in the Tri-Wizard Tournament, and had received five hundred Galleons to shut them up. It wasn’t as much as Ron would have gotten had he won, but it was enough to open their joke shop with.

“And,” Dumbledore continued, “if anyone sees Harry Potter, remember to stun him on sight, then call in the Aurors.” Most people just looked blankly at him, including Harry himself. “Now, a brief moments silence for Ron and Ginny Weasley.”

Everyone stayed silent out of respect for the dead, except for the Weasley twins who began to hum the funeral march, rather out of tune. No one complained though, after all they were probably still mourning their siblings. “Now, off to bed,” Dumbledore ordered when the minute was up.

Remus waited for Harry and Draco and led them to their shared rooms. There were two bedrooms, and a living room, with two couches. Draco took one look at the couch and lay down, decided it would be safer on his ears than trying to share a bed with Harry, and Tom.

Harry smiled apologetically at Draco, and headed into his bedroom. He brought back a pillow and a duvet for the blond and went back to the room. He didn’t bother to look around, it didn’t matter what the room looked like.

It was home.

He was back home at Hogwarts, at long last.

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In the last chapter, I said I would do SOUL SEEKER next… I have changed my mind. You must take a poll. I will not accept any choices given in a review. The poll is at my LJ or at my FFNet account.


SOUL SEEKER:
Summary: [HP/DM] Harry didn’t watch Severus die, so he never learnt that he was a Horcrux. When Voldemort was defeated Harry made sure not to get hit by the Killing Curse, and therefore a part of Voldemort’s soul still lives on inside him. When Draco is freed of the Dark Mark, his Veela heritage starts to search out his Mate, but his Mate’s soul isn’t calling out to his own like it’s meant to. Instead, the Horcrux is calling out to Voldemort’s soul, and Harry’s scar is still hurting. All is not well. Alternative ending to DH. No Epilogue.
Warnings: Slash. HP/DM: HP/George (minor). AU. Character Death. Violence. Language. Veela.

THE LAMBS:
Summary: [FG/HP] A society of werewolves hasn’t got a lot to be afraid of, expect perhaps The Lambs, a collection of elemental-magic-wielding werewolf hunters. If that wasn’t important enough to worry about, the werewolf Alpha, Fenrir, has to figure out how to kidnap the Lambs’ Heir, Harry. Harry just happens to be Fenrir’s mate, who doesn’t believe in the existence of werewolves, because his parents decided ‘if he didn’t know about it, it can’t kidnap and mate with him’. AU non-magic.
Warnings: Slash. FG/HP AU. Character Death. Violence. Language. Werewolf. Non-magic.

The Lambs seem to be winning by like 22 votes. But the voting will stay open until The Erlking is done.