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Harrison’s breath was steady as he and Harrissa walked to the Slytherin Table, He could only make out a few families and familiar faces: the Malfoys’, the distinct platinum hair. The Blacks’, he could see the touch of madness from where he stood.

“It’s going to be okay Harry, we have each other,” Harrissa said with a small smile; She was right, they did have each other. Even though they had no idea where the others were, or if they even existed in this time, perhaps that’s what made him feel a bit unsettled.

“Forever?” He murmured , his voice soft and scratchy.

“And always.” She responded immediately, interlocking her arm with his . Harrison gave her a soft smile, letting out a sigh as he felt his body relax; His sister truly did always make him feel better.

“Malfoy, Abraxas Malfoy ; the 5th Year Perfect.” said the blonde approaching them, extending his hand out to greet the two.

“Harrissa and Harrison Peverell,” Harrissa said with a small smile as she shook his hand.

“It is customary for the Heir to shake hands,” Malfoy spat, yanking his hand away from the young woman.

Harrissa’s smile quickly fell as her voice went curt, “My brother doesn’t take kindly to touch ing strangers.” 

Harrison swiftly put a hand in front of her unlocking their arms as he turned to her , “It’s quite alright sister…Malfoy, me, and my sister are both Heirs ; Seeing as we are twins and the Peverell Lordship goes to any heir of age.” Harrison said as both of them gestured to their heir rings.

“Please refrain from making misogynistic comments in reference to … my sister around me before more than words cut you,” Harrison said with a bitter- sweet smile.

A small chuckle echoed from behind Malfoy , “I am sorry for him. Tom Riddle, pleased to make your acquaintance.” Tom stuck his hand out for Harrissa to shake it, which she did.

“The pleasure is ours.” Harrissa gleed.

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Harrison sighed as he sat next to Harrissa on the sofa. Introductions; he hated having to listen to introduction speeches every year.

“I am Horace Slughorn; the Slytherin Head of House. As most of you know, Slytherin is the most hated house of Hogwarts, that being said, try your best to stay out of trouble; for my influence can only go so far. While you are in this building and the school grounds, I am your guardian, therefore if you have any issues please come to me so I can assist you.”

Harrison applauded the man in his head; he was far better than McGonagall, She hadn’t even introduced herself to the Gyffrindors, nor did she come by the common room to check on the students. They were essentially left to fend for themselves.

“Now, a Slytherin is more than being cunning, You have to have ambition, you need to know where you want to go in life, and I’m here to help you. You have 3 simple rules you need to follow. One, don’t get caught. Two, always cover your tracks. Three, never show in-house fighting outside these walls. The password to the common room is Ashwinder, it changes every fortnight, please check the bulletin board on the wall for the password.”

The man’s eyes glazed over the students. “Are there any questions before I leave?” Slughorn inquired. He was met with low murmurs of ‘No Sir’.

“If you say so,” he shrugshrugged

With the speech over, the man waltzs out of the common room leaving the Slytherin house to their accords. 

“So Harrison and Harrissa Peverell?” They heard a smooth feminine voice say. 

“That is correct and you might be?” Harrissa answered as she shook the hand of the blonde female. “Arabella Greengrass, you however, can call me Arabella if you please though,” Arabella said, a small smirk gracing her lips.

Harrissa returned the gesture, “This is my brother, he’s a little reserved, Though I promise once you get to know him, he never shuts up!” she exclaimed quietly with a small laugh. 

Harrison glared at her, “I simply only allow myself to be comfortable once I enjoy the presence of someone.” he said curtly before gesturing to their friend, Draco, who had made his way over to them.

“Draco does not count, we’ve known him since we were 11,” Harrissa said as she wiggled her index finger in his face. Harrison sniffled as he turned away from his sister to observe the other Slytherins making small talk.

‘This is going to be a long night.’ Harrison thought to himself as he laid his head on his sister’s shoulder, allowing her voice to lure him into a dazed state.

—•☆•—

“Guys meet my cousin Draco. Draco these are my-..friends. Riddle, Black, Nott, and Avery.” Abraxas stated as he gestured towards the group. 

“Pleasure to meet you, I am Draco,” Draco said as he held his hand out for each of them to shake. “I’m quite pleased to meet you as well Draco, I am Thomas Riddle.” Draco froze a bit as he shook his hand, his magic was overwhelming and quite frankly intimidating.

Draco continued to make small talk with each member of the group. He rolled his eyes at his grandfather’s–now cousin–antics; He could see where his father got his horrid ways from.

“Excuse me for a moment, I’m going to go have a conversation with my friends,” Draco said as he excused himself from the group, not wanting to spend more time with them than necessary.

Avery’s eyes narrowed at the young boy’s audacity. “Abraxas your cousin is- something,” he huffed as he eyed the other blonde. Whether in interest or disgust, one couldn’t tell.

“Draco? He has nothing on Luna, she’s a whole different level of audacity, you just be lucky she’s a Ravenclaw.” Abraxas scoffed as he glanced at the older boy.

“Let him be, he has a connection to the Peverells. I would like to know how an old house miraculously came back,” Thomas said as watched the group. His eyes narrowed at them.

Draco sat next to Harrison who was almost in his sister’s lap. “This sofa is not big enough for all 3 of us,” Harrison grumbled. “Well, you’re practically in Ris’s lap already, just sit on her.” 

It was evident that Draco was close to the twins, it showed in the way he fondly rubbed Harrison Peverell's hair. Or even how he joked with Harrissa Peverell.

“See what Draco'll tell you, Abraxas. He must know something, in the meantime, don’t you think we should show the new students their rooms?” Thomas smirked as he stood.

—•☆•—

Harrison yawned as lazily blinked his eyes at his sister. “You need to go to sleep Harrison, you keep yawning and it’s distracting me,” Harrissa said, giving him a playful glare.

“I dunno where my ‘oom is,” Harrison said, his words slurred together. Harrissa sighed as she looked at him, “You never know anything, do you?”

“No,” Harrison muttered as he finally drifted off. Harissa sighed, he never really took care of himself.

“Hello, I’m Peve–..your brother’s roommate- and…I was going to show him to our room, but he appears to be asleep.” Thomas sighed as he approached the group. 

“It’s quite alright, I can carry him up to your room,” Harrissa said as she lifted her brother into her arms.

“He’s quite small isn’t he?” Thomas remarked as he looked at the small boy in his sister’s arms. “He’s always been smaller than me, even before the accident ..”

Thomas raised his eyebrow; she had mumbled the last bit and he was sure she didn’t want him to know about it. He’d have to write that down to remember it.

Harrissa's eyes bore into the boy as she gestured to the stairs to the boy’s dorms. Her eyes hardened as she was led to the room, She noted along the halls that there were only 2 people per dorm which was- convent she supposed, yet she didn’t want her brother to be alone with. .him .

“Do you mind if I unpack his stuff while I’m in here?” Harrissa asked as she was let into their room. “If you wish,” Thomas said as he shrugged, Harrissa hummed, as she set Harrison down on the bed. 

With a snap of her fingers, her brother’s things flew out of his trunk and went onto the shelves near his bed and the nightstand. Harrissa snapped again and changed her brother’s clothes into pajamas.

Harrissa leaned down and kissed Harrison’s forehead, “Schlaf gut, Harrison, ich bin nur einen Anruf entfernt.” Harissa whispered, brushing his hair out of his face.

She got up and left the room, throwing only a simple glance at Thomas before she left. She hoped her brother would be safe.

—•☆•—

Schlaf gut, Harrison, ich bin nur einen Anruf entfernt. - Sleep well Harrison, I am only a call away

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Harrison sighed as he sat in Divination, this class was one of the most boring and unnecessary classes he’d ever taken. He sure was sick of looking into a cup of tea leaves, there was nothing to predict.

He wasn’t gifted in the art of foresight, and it was very clear from the way the leaves in his cup didn’t even budge.

“You have to relax and focus on the sensations; not imagery.” Harrison heard Draco say in an ecstatic tone. “Easy for you to say, you’re a Veela and a Malfoy.” Harrison hissed at the boy.

“Not only are Malfoys incredibly gifted in divination but nearly all seers come from Malfoy blood,” Harrison said as he poked Draco’s forehead. Draco simply smothered a laugh.

Batting Harrison’s hand away, he fixes his hair as he calms himself down. 

“What does any of that have to do with me being a Veela?” Draco asked amused. “Even if you didn’t see anything, people will be compelled to believe you,” Harrison muttered angrily as he looked at the tea leaves again before he sighed.

“Now class! I have given you ample time to consider what you’ve seen. Who wants to share?” The Melodic voice of Professor Faulkner said as he traveled around the classroom.

“Ah Mr. Malfoy, what do you have to share?” 

Draco cleared his throat slightly, “My leaves showed me a comet and a crow. Which is a message for telling greater events that are to come.”

Draco practically smirked when Faulkner nodded, the man practically was on cloud nine with how ecstatic he was that one of his students had the gift.

Faulkner tilted his head, “Excellent! While I have a different opinion of the meaning it is simply because divination is an art about self. As a seer, I can read someone but it may not be as accurate as you read yourself.” 

He lectured his students about their interpretations. “Mr. Peverell what did you see?” he asked curiously.

“I didn’t see anything,” Harrison admitted. Faulkner simply nodded, “How about I give your cup a try?” he requested.  “If you wish so,” Harrison expressed as he handed the cup over.

Faulkner held the delicate China in his finger, letting the leaves swirl to create an image. While he engrossed himself in the reading of the leaves, Harrison grumbled as a piece of parchment hit his head.

“I- I see them grim child,” Faulkner croaked out the whispered words and he knelt near Harrison, “The grim is an..” Harrison watched as he took a deep breath and refocused his thoughts. “It’s an omen of death.” His voice was low and it held a tone of confusion.

Harrison tilted his head as he pondered the words, “Thank you.” he nodded showing he understood the words spoken to him. The man was concerned, why wouldn’t he be?

The Grim meant death was coming soon.

—•☆•—

Harrison noticed at lunch that all the professors seemed to be staring at him, he chalked it up to Faulkner being startled and telling the rest of the staff. Harrison wasn’t bothered in the slightest, he was used to people staring at him.

A lifetime of being pushed, shoved, and used by others. It was a lifetime of being only seen by an event and not for who he was.

‘The boy who lived..’ Harrison thought dryly, ‘more like the boy who survived.’ 

“Harrison, why are the professors staring at you?” Harrissa questioned, her eyes glancing back and forth between him and the high table. Harrison sighed as his eyes drifted to the high table as well. Sure enough, all the professors were making sly glances his way.

“I've been marked by the grim.” Harrison drawled slowly as he looked at her with a tired expression. Harrissa rolled her eyes at his dramatics before she commanded him to start eating his food.

“And then, the mud-blood dared to say I’m arrogant and uptight! I mean it’s true but I feel like people of lower status shouldn’t point out my flaws!” Harrison raised an eyebrow as he heard a voice, Draco no doubt, complaining.

His suspicions were confirmed when he saw Draco sit next to Harrissa hauling Ron behind him. Harrison sighed as he felt the stares of the professors on him once more. Instead of focusing on the pointless and worried stares, he tried to eat the food that Harrissa put on his plate.

However, he retreated to his mind, to escape from it all. He wanted reality to fade away and disappear. Maybe if it was all gone, he didn’t have to sit here and be pitied.

“Risson?” His sisters’ voice called out to him. His eyes pivoted to her and her worried gaze. “Professor Slughorn is speaking to you.”. Harrison frowned as he looked at the man, “Yes, thank you Miss. Peverell. As I was stating, Mr. Peverell, the headmaster, requests your presence after dinner.” The man said with a tight smile.

Harrison blinked at the man, “Of course professor, will you be there?” Harrison inquired. “I’m sure it’s in the handbook that if requested, a head of house can be present when in the presence of the headmaster.”

He twirled his wand between his fingers, the graceful sway of his hand catching the professor's eye. Harrison looked concerned as he seemed to slow his actions to a halt.

Slughorn paused, he seemed to hesitate, “I will see what I can do Harrison,” his voice softened as he set a comforting hand on the boys’ shoulder. Harrison smirked as the professor turned away from him to head back to the high table.

Regret will come soon.

—•☆•—

The rest of the day went by leisurely, nothing eventful or special happened. At least he didn't have to ride a hippogriff or fight a battle in the Department of Mysteries.

By the time dinner came around Harrison had forgotten about the meeting with Headmaster Dippet. Fortunately, Harrissa always made a note of important dates, events, and details.

“Speak less, listen more,” Harrissa told him just before Professor Slughorn was to escort him to the headmaster's office. 

“Mr. Peverell, are you ready?” The older man asked as he walked into the common room. 

“Yes sir,”

“Splendid!” 

Harrison hummed slightly as they made their way around the corridors.

“Mr. Peverell–”

“Harrison sir,” he muttered as he kicked a stone across the floor.

“Harrison, are you the least bit concerned? Do you know what the Grim re—” Slughorn said in a controlled tone before Harrison cut him off.

“I do, I know what it means.” Harrison firmly effectively ended the conversation, with Slughorn pressing his lips into a thin smile.

Harrison honestly could care less what the professor thought of him. It wasn't like he was trying to be rude, but he found questioning him about something he'd discuss shortly irrelevant.

The silence between them felt awkward, Harrison felt a pang of guilt in his chest but he pushed it down as they reached the gargoyle statues. Harrison’s face went blank as he was led up the stairs to the office.

‘It’s not cluttered and messy like Dumbledore’s’ Harrison thought as he sat across from the headmaster. The silence between the four was quite heavy and cumbrous.

Dumbledore cleared his throat, “Horace why don’t you take your leave? Surely you need to attend to your other students.” Dumbledore said in a giddy tone as he gestured towards the office door. Horace shook his head, taking a seat near Harrison.

“Mr. Peverell has asked me, as his head of house, to be present at this moment.” 

“I see n—” Dumbledore started speaking before he was cut off.

“Which is understandable, you’re allowed to stay.” Headmaster Dippet claimed, waving his hand in dismissal at Dumbledore. “Mr. Peverell I do have a few matters to discuss with you including your..omen.”

Harrison nodded his head, “Yes sir.”

Clearing his throat the headmaster continued, “You and your sister did appear out of thin air, to which I have to question if you have a place to stay during the summer holidays?”

Harrison gritted his teeth as he downcasted his eyes, “No sir, we do not.” he said through clenched teeth. “I was hoping to get permission to go to Gringotts before Samhain. I need to see which properties we can inhabit.”  

“Granted, if you cannot access one of your family’s properties, I can make arrangements for you.” Dippet accepted, he wrote this down as well.

“Greatly appreciated headmaster,” Harrison said with a small smile before his face fell blank once more.

“My only request is for you to allow Horace here to visit your home every 2 weeks to check on you and Miss. Peverell” Dipper recommended.

“Of course, as long as Professor Slughorn doesn't mind it,” Harrison replied.

“Nonsense, I'm happy to assist all my Slyhtherins!” Slughorn said in a cheerful tone.

Dippet nodded and made a note of the arrangements.

“Now while I was looking over you and your sister’s magical education files, there were no records of either of you attending a magical school before, where did you receive them?” Dippet said as he pushed said files toward the young boy who didn’t even touch them.

“We were homeschooled,” Harrison said plainly.

“By who?” Dumbledore pressed as he eyed the ring on Harrison’s finger.

“Our fathers,” Harrison claimed as he looked at the man with a confused expression. “I fail to see how that was relevant?” 

“Indulge my curiosities once more than, who are your…'fathers' and where are they currently,” Dumbledore said itching to take a better look at that symbol on the boy’s hand.

“That is completely inappropriate Albus. Who Miss and Mr. Peverell’s parents are is none of your concern.” Horace hissed at the man, his hand leaning against the headmaster’s desk.

“I don’t mind professor,” Harrison muttered slowly. “My father was Remus Jonathan Peverell while my dad was Sirius Orion Peverell. They’re dead.” Harrison explained in a soft voice.

Hoarce’s eyes widened, “I think Mr. Peverell needs to be taken back to his dorm now.” Horace exclaimed to Dippet. “I don’t understand why you let Albus go into that line of questioning, it was inappropriate and vulgar.”

“I agree, I will handle Albus at a later date. Mr. Peverell one more question before you’re dismissed, do you know why you have the omen of the Grim?” The headmaster asked, his voice steady and calm.

“Twas my dad's animagus form..” Harrison mumbled lowly, “My family has been affiliated with death for centuries.” 

Dippet nodded as he made a note of what was said, “Normally we wouldn’t take omens seriously to dictate the future, but those who’ve had the mark of the Grim have fallen in death’s hands sooner or later.” 

Harrison simply nodded, “May I be excused?”

“You may, Horace, please escort Mr.Peverell back to the Slytherin dorms.” 

Harrison walked out of the office, his mind swirling with different thoughts. Dumbledore sure was pushy, and the way he eyed his hand from the moment he walked into the office.

He wanted something from the Peverell Family, and Harrison would be damned if he got it.

—•☆•—

Walking into the common room, Harrison let his eyes trail over everyone. His eyes met Harrissa as he made his way over to her.

“Evening Greengrass.” Harrison spoke out, taking her hand and kissing the back of it. “Evening Peverell, but seeing are we are acquaintances, I’d be pleased if you called me Arabella.” 

Harrison raised an eyebrow, “I concede the same to you. However, I do need to steal my sister if you do not mind?”

“Of course not, we can continue our conversation later, Harrissa.” Gree- no Arabella whispered to Harrissa, her hand lingering on the girl’s shoulder for just a moment longer.

Harrison and Harrissa walked up to his dorm room. “How was the meeting?”

“Exhausting, Dumbledore has this weird fascination with our family and finding out everything he can about us,” Harrison responded as he collapsed onto his bed.

“Just like old times eh?” Harrissa joked as she sat next to him on the bed. Harrison groaned at the mention of their past before he spoke up once more.

“He asked about our education, I told him we were homeschooled by our parents,” Harrison stated.

“So who did you claim to be our parents?” Harrissa prodded with a tilt of her head.

“Pads and Moony,” breathed as he looked at his hand, had he always been so pale?

It was a trait he shared with Sirius, his pale skin. Harrison didn’t notice his breathing had picked up until he felt warm hands on his.

His eyes snapped up to Harrissa, relaxing as he saw her soft smile. He took note of her features and why he loved her. She was just like Remus, with their darker complexions. Her love of reading also supported the factor she was just like him. 

“Do you have the documents to back that claim up?” She prodded as she held his hands in her lap.

“I will, Headmaster Dippet is allowing us to go to Gringotts to find a place to stay over the summer,” Harrison confessed.

“Why would he allow that?” Harrissa asked.

“He’s only allowing it because Professor Slughorn promised to make regular visits to us during the summer,” Harrison told her and shrugged,

“That makes sense, we’re two orphans who come from an influential family.” Harrissa said as she nodded her head along with the decision, “It would be irresponsible to leave us to our own endeavors.”

“I was thinking that we can maybe invite Ron and Draco to stay with us during the summer as well?” Harrison suggested.

“We can, although I’m sure what the Malfoy's will say, however, if they're smart, they’ll let Draco continue to build his ‘connections.’” 

Harrison nodded as he laid back in her bed, he was starting to doze off before Harrissa pinched his nose.

“You need to shower before you decide to sleep little brother,” Harrissa said as she poked his forehead.

“Little brother, we’re only 4 minutes apart,” Harrison mumbled as he stormed his way to his bathroom.

“I CAN HEAR YOU, I’LL GET YOU BACK DON’T WORRY!” He heard Harrissa yell as the door to the dorm slammed shut.

“She’s going to fuck me over isn’t she?” 

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Harrison sighed that night as he laid down for bed, he had a plan to stop Tom from becoming a dark lord. The plan is dependent on him making himself more approachable and likable to Tom. 

Harrison hummed as he felt Tom’s magic relax, meaning he had gone off to sleep. Harrison had to put phase one into motion, and soon. 

Before Tom opens the Chamber of Secrets and kills Myrtle.

—•☆•—

“Professor Slughorn is taking us to Gringotts before Samhain,” Harrison told Harrissa over breakfast the next morning. Those words seemed to catch everyone in the surrounding area's attention.

“What are you going to Gringotts for Harrison?” Draco asked as he filled his goblet with pumpkin juice. Harrison debated for a moment on if he was going to tell the truth.

“I have to look over our properties.” It was simple and not a lie.

“Yeah, 'cause you have so many, I mean what do you need eight townhouses for? Rent? You don’t even have people living in them.” Ron said as he crewed on a waffle. 

“Close your mouth you heathen, I refuse to let you embarrass me.” Draco hissed as he smacked Ron’s head. Ron smirked as he leaned down to the blonde’s ear and whispered something causing him to turn completely red.

Harrison watched as Abraxas’s eyes narrowed and his magic flared slightly. He opened his mouth to comment but Harrissa cut him off.

“We need that many townhouses to keep a steady food supply..knowing you, you’d eat the entire pantry within a day.” Harrissa laughed as Ron looked at her offended.

“Are you calling me fat?” Ron gasped out as he took on an innocent appearance.

“I’m not calling you skinny mate,” Harrissa laughs as she ruffles his hair.

Ron sat his fork down and looked at her, “You want me to starve myself, don't you? I am a growing boy! I need all my nutrients!” Ron waved his hands around in exasperated movements.

Draco patted his shoulder, “You’ve been growing for 4 years now babe, you can’t use that as an excuse anymore.” 

Harrison choked on his apple juice and started coughing out laughs. What was even funnier than the words were Arabella and Abraxas’s reactions. Arabella looked more fascinated by the close display of friendship, while Abraxas seemed to be glaring daggers at Ron.

“That’s not fair, you told me I looked good,” Ron whined.

“If I ignore your stomach, yes,” Draco said as he cut his sausage patty.

Harrissa giggled as she tried to defend Ron, “Stop bullying him, that’s mean, he just enjoys his food.”

“He inhales his food, and look at his plate. There’s not even syrup on it.” Harrison pointed out that there was, indeed, not a lick of syrup on it.

Ron pouted, “It fell in my mouth.”

“More like you put it there,” Draco laughed.

—•☆•—

“What's the plan?” Harrissa asked Harrison as they walked the corridors during their free period. 

“I don't know, I have a basic outline for the plan, but you're going to have to fill it in,” Harrison explained, as he handed a sheet of parchment to her.

Harrissa opened the parchment and read it:

Phase 1 - Befriend Tom and stop him from killing Myrtle.

Phase 2 - Making sure Tom doesn't make a Horcrux.

Phase 3 - Redirect Tom’s plans of becoming a dark lord.

Phase 4 - Help Tom become the Minister of Magic.

Phase 5 - Keep him on the right track??

“Harrison, it looks like you wrote this in 2 minutes.” Harrissa sighed as she looked at the parchment.

“I did,” Harrison said. 

Harrissa rolled her eyes, “While you start the plan, I’ll rework and revise. We have to be thorough, you need to fall in love with him and let him fall for you in return.” Harrissa explained to Harrison.

“I think— I think I’ll ask him to tutor me.”

—•☆•—

Harrison made his way to the Transfiguration Classroom, he spotted Draco and Harrissa talking. “I’m not ready to deal with Nero.” Draco groaned. 

“Just don’t look into his eyes,” Harrissa replied.

“Which reminds me,” Draco started as he handed a piece of parchment to her. “From Asim.” Harrissa gave a curt nod as the classroom door started to open.

“Welcome class, to Transfiguration 105!” Dumbledore exclaimed, moving to the side to let the students in.

Tom held his hand up and all the Slytherins stayed back. Harrison started to walk forward, but he hissed as Draco started to pinch him. Draco leaned down to his ear and started to whisper.

“He’s the Slytherin King, we have to listen to him or else we’ll get cast out from the house.” Both Harrissa and Harrison pulled weird faces at the explanation and stared at him questionly. “I’ll explain Slytherin politics later.”

Finally, the Slytherins entered the classroom. They sat in the back of the class, far from Dumbledore. “Today we’ll be learning the Inanimatus Conjurus spell”

Dumbledore paused, “What does the spell do?” He questioned the class. Harrissa raised her hand, Dumbledore gritted his teeth as he called on her. 

“Yes, my girl?”

“My name is Peverell. The spell alters the design of a room.”

Dumbledore glared at her, a sentiment she returned. “The spell does change a..” Harrison started to zone out as the man lectured. 

“Mr. Peverell what’s the incantation?” the man questioned.

“Inanimatus Conjurus..?” Harrison said, questioned, as it was common knowledge. 

“That is correct.”

“I know,” Harrison mumbled lowly.

“What was that Peverell?”

“I said thank you, professor,” Harrison said with a fake smile towards the man. Dumbledore narrowed his eyes but continued to instruct them to practice the spell on their own for the rest of the class.

Harrison watched as Harrissa opened the letter from Asim. She read and jotted down things, Harrison was sure it was a strategy. Harrison then retreated to his thoughts once more.

He needed to figure out a way to get Tom to tutor him, he supposed he could always bend the truth slightly.

“You’re dismissed,” Dumbledore said to the class. Harrison sighed as he looked back at Tom, ‘Time to start phase one.’ It was now or never.

“Thomas..?”

“Yes, Harrison?”

“Can you perhaps tutor me? I realize my education is lacking.” Harrison explained fiddling with the sleeve of his robe.

Tom raised an eyebrow, “What of your sister?”

“She’s more than ahead of me, and I don’t want to ask more of her than I already do..” Harrison whispered as he started walking with Tom out of the classroom.

Tom relented, “We will start Friday after Dark Arts.” 

“That would be appreciated, thank you, Thomas,” Harrison whispered breaking off and going with Harrissa and Draco.

—•☆•—

“Come on, the etiquette class is this way,” Draco said as he dragged Harrison with him to class. “Why do we have to take this class!” Harrison whined as he wrestled with Draco’s hold.

“Haz, what does your dynamic mean?” Draco asked suddenly very seriously.

“Umm that I’m the woman in the relationship?” Harrison replied confused. Draco shook his head, “That’s not what it means to be a submissive, male submissive despite what most believe are unable to bear children let alone give birth.”

Harrison nodded, “Which is why they take this class. So you separate beliefs from facts.”

“Why wasn’t this a class in our time?” Harrison questioned Draco, “Father said when Dumbledore became Headmaster he removed several classes, including Dark Arts and Etiquette.” 

Harrison nodded as they finally walked into the class, he noticed a mix of different houses, ages, and genders in the room. The one that shocked him most was Abraxas himself.

“Ah! Cousin, I was wondering when you would show up.” Abraxas exclaimed as he approached them. Draco chuckled and rolled his eyes, “I had to drag someone to class because they refuse to acknowledge their dynamic.”

Harrison scowled at Draco, “I’m sorry what was that? I couldn’t hear you over the ferret noises emanating from you.” 

Draco quickly turned to face the other, “We agreed to never bring that up in public!”

“I don’t remember such an agreement,” Harrison smirked as he opened his mouth to say something more, but he was swiftly cut off by Draco.

“Anyways! Abraxas, have you chosen where you will sit, we would love to sit near you.”

“Ah yes, I sit in the back corner every year.” Abraxas lead them over to the area. 

“Welcome Class! I am Professor Malifer!” The cheerful woman said as she clasped her hands together.

“I am going to teach you about the etiquette of your dynamic!” Harrison sighed, why couldn’t he and Harrissa be in the same dynamic? Why did he just have to be different?

Draco pinched him, most likely knowing what he was thinking.

—•☆•—

It was later that evening sitting in the common room, that the answer came to Harrison about what he was missing. Harrison held Draco’s head close to his chest as the boy clawed at his eyes. 

“It’s okay, don’t worry it’s okay, I’m here” Harrison whispered to him soothingly as his voice echoed in the empty room. He rocked the boy back and forth in his arms.

“Forever?” Draco rasped out.

“And always,” Harrison replied.

Draco sobbed into his chest, “Just a little longer, give him just a little longer.” Harrison soothed to him, as he dragged his fingers through the boy’s hair. When Draco finally stopped shaking, Harrison knew the bonding was done.

“My apologies, Young Seer, my intentions were not to cause harm to you, but I did have to restore our bond.” the deity spoke softly as he kneeled beside the mortals.

“It’s all right Lord Chronos,” Draco muttered as he gave his respects to the God of Time. The faint sound of ticking gave him comfort, seeing as Time was his element.

Harrison muttered a spell, making sure that anyone around them was not able to see them or hear them.

“I assume since we are more settled into this time, the deities are starting to reinstate the bonds?” Harrison asked trying to piece together the sudden appearance.

“Yes, however, the Morai ask that you convert Young Thomas a bit more before they connect themselves to him.”

“I’m working on becoming closer to him.” Harrison agreed with the deity.

“I suppose then, I should take my leave. Young Seer, should you ever need my presence, simply set this clock to the time you wish to see me.” Chronos said as the sound of ticking became louder until he disappeared.

—•☆•—

Harrison stood in the shower, the hot water cascaded down his body as he was stuck in his thoughts. 

“Harrison, do get out of the shower soon, I still have to shower.” he heard Tom’s voice call outside of the bathroom.  “Okay ‘m getting out..” 

Harrison quickly dried himself and put his clothes on. He walked past Thomas on the way out of the door, was it him or did he imagine the touch to his upper arm?

“Goodnight Pe- Harrison. We starting tutoring sessions tomorrow, 7 pm sharp.” said the blue-eyed boy as he shut the bathroom door.

“G’night Tom,” Harrison replied to the closed door.

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Strange. That's what Abraxas would describe the Peverell Twins as when he first met them. "Malfoy, Abraxas Malfoy, I'm the 5th Year Perfect," Abraxas said, holding his hand out to them.

He stared disgusted as the girl shook his hand. Maybe it was because it wasn't customary for the girl to inherit; it only happened if she was the oldest or only heir.

"Harrissa and Harrison Peverell," The girl —Harrissa; Abraxas note— said with a small smile.

"It is accustomed for the Heir to shake hands," Abraxas retorted with a tone of disgust. The glare— Morgana the glare she leveled him with. Like she could see into his soul, his very being. "My brother doesn't take kindly to touching strangers." she curtly to him, her smile falling quickly as she withdrew her hand.

Abraxas watched the boy break the contact between them, "It's quite all right sister...Malfoy, me, and my sister are both Heirs; Seeing as we are twins and the Peverell Lordship goes to any heir of age." Peverell said both of them gestured to the ring on their finger.

"Please refrain from making misogynistic comments in reference to my sister around me before more than words cut you," he said as smiled, a sickly sweet thing to Abraxas, who stood shocked.

Then the chuckled that came from behind him, as Marvolo walked up to handle the situation. Giving him the feeling that what happened will be discussed later.

"I am sorry for him. Tom Riddle, pleased to make your acquaintance." Marvolo said. Abraxas watched as she took hold of his outstretched hand.

"The pleasure is ours." Harrissa gleed; Abraxas was filled with anger at her glee.

—•☆•—

The next strange thing that happened to Abraxas was the fact Draco knew them. Of course, it's great to connect with many people, gain loyalty, and be loyal.

It was weird, however, he sat with his friends watching as his cousin interacted with the twins and Arabella. "Abraxas, what was that stunt you pulled early?" Marvolo questioned with a dangerous edge.

"I- well- I just.." Abraxas stuttered under the intense stare, "I do not know Marvolo...It won't happen again," he whispered lowly.

"It better not, or else you know what will happen." Marvolo snarled at him, and he could do nothing but simply nod. "Good, Adrian, what were you talking about at dinner earlier?" Marvolo said dismissing Abraxas's apology.

Abraxas clenched his hand in anger, he was a Malfoy and here he was being treated like a grain of salt.

—•☆•—

Abraxas sat at the breakfast table eating with the rest of his group. The words of Peverell caught his and the rest of the group's attention.

"Professor Slughorn is taking us to Gringotts before Samhain," Peverell said to his sister. His cousin seemed to be the first one to respond.

"What are you going to Gringotts for Harrison?" Draco questioned. Abraxas could see the look of contemplation on the boy's face.

"I have to look over our properties." The boy —no, Harrison— decided to say.

"Yeah, 'cause you have so many, I mean what do you need eight townhouses for? Rent? You don't even have people living in them." The redhead (who Abraxas had come to learn was a Prewitt) exclaimed right before shoving food in his mouth.

"Close your mouth you heathen, I refuse to let you embarrass me." his cousin chastised the boy before smacking his head. Prewitt smirked at Draco, leaning down to whisper in his ear. Abraxas watched as his cousin's eyes widened, and he turned red.

He narrowed his eyes at the display, he felt his magic start flaring. He opened his mouth to say something before Harrissa had cut him off.

"We need that many townhouses to keep a steady food supply...knowing you, you'd eat the entire pantry within a day." she laughed.

Abraxas watched as they continued bickering back and forth like children.

Abraxas watched as Prewitt turned to Peverell, "You want me to starve myself, don't you? I am a growing boy! I need all my nutrients!" he said waving his hand around

Draco patted his shoulder, "You've been growing for 4 years now babe, you can't use that as an excuse anymore."

Abraxas faltered at his cousin's response, watching as Harrison choked on his drink. That didn't stop him from glaring draggers at the redhead though, he was too close to his cousin for comfort.

"That's not fair, you told me I looked good," Prewitt whined.

"If I ignore your stomach, yes," Draco claimed.

Peverell tried to defend Prewitt, but she couldn't contain her laughter. "Stop bullying him, that's mean, he just enjoys his food."

"He inhales his food, and look at his plate. There's not even syrup on it." Harrison pointed out that there was not a lick of syrup on it.

Prewitt pouted, "It fell in my mouth."

"More like you put it there," Draco laughed.

—•☆•—

Tom was no stranger to masking, he did it quite often. He didn't like to be vulnerable or to show he was scared, that was weak and beneath him.

Yet, Tom knew when you could make a connection with someone valuable, and the Peverells were just that. The others might be clueless about the heritage the twins held, but Tom prided himself on being knowledgeable in all categories.

He supposed it was the curse of the Gaunt Family, to hold so much knowledge and be unable to share it.

Harrissa Peverell; she's a fierce one. She protected everything she deemed hers like a lioness did her cubs. Tom envied the way Harrison had someone there for him.

Harrison was harder to understand, his motives didn't seem to line up with his actions.

"Thomas..?" he heard the baritone of the boy in question.

"Yes, Harrison?" Tom asked, his eyes shifting to the boy. He was quite short to be 15. Tom knew he was tall for his age, standing at 6 feet and 2 inches tall. Yet Harrison was still about an inch or two shorter than his sister.

"Can you perhaps tutor me? I realize my education is lacking." Harrison explained fiddling with the sleeve of his robe.

Tom raised an eyebrow at the request, "What of your sister?" Tom questioned as he started walking out of the room. They had about 5 minutes more to get to Charms.

"She's more than ahead of me, and I don't want to ask more of her than I already do.." Harrison replied, almost nervous to Tom.

Tom preened silently at the tone, he wanted to see the fear in Harrison's eyes as he approached him. The fear when he realizes the only person controlling him would be Tom, and Tom alone.

"We will start Friday after Dark Arts," Tom said trying to stop the dark thoughts from clouding his judgment.

"That would be appreciated, thank you, Thomas," Harrison accepted and walked to his sister and Draco, leaving Tom to walk to class by himself. Tom knew, logically, that the appearance of the Peverell Family so suddenly was unnerving. Especially due to their connection to the deity of death. The myths of them even say they could call upon the God in their darkest time of need.

So Tom wanted to know, why death chose to watch over this family. What made them stick out from the rest of the Ancient Families?

—•☆•—

Albus prided himself on spotting bad seeds. He had done it with Riddle, and he did it again with the Peverells. They were entirely too secretive to have good intentions.

That's not including them coming out of nowhere, the Peverell family had no remaining family members that he knew of. Yet to found out an entire family was there underneath his nose. It infuriated him beyond belief.

The boy walked in with Horace, he looked around the room closely. Noting details.

Albus cleared his throat, "Horace why don't you take your leave? Surely you need to attend to your other students." he said gesturing towards the office door. Horacing being here would only limit the number of questions he could ask, not to mention Armando, the fool, could not see when children are bad apples.

Horace shook his head, "Mr. Peverell has asked me, as his head of house, to be present at this moment."

Albus clenched his fist, "I see n—" he tried; it was unsuccessful as Armando cut him off.

"Which is understandable, you're allowed to stay." The fool claimed. "Mr. Peverell I do have a few matters to discuss with you including your..omen."

Peverell nodded his head, "Yes sir."

"You and your sister did appear out of thin air, to which I have to question if you have a place to stay during the summer holidays?" Armando questioned.

Peverell downcasted his eyes, "No sir, we do not." said the boy. "I was hoping to get permission to go to Gringotts before Samhain. I need to see which properties we can inhabit."

"Granted, if you cannot access one of your family's properties, I can make arrangements for you." Armando accepted.

"Greatly appreciated headmaster," Peverell said with a small smile.

"My only request is for you to allow Horace here to visit your home every 2 weeks to check on you and Miss. Peverell" Armando recommended.

"Of course, as long as Professor Slughorn doesn't mind it," Peverell replied.

"Nonsense, I'm happy to assist all my Slyhtherins!" Horace said in a cheerful tone.

Albus rolled his eyes at the unnecessary line of questioning. Did it matter if the boy and his sister were on the streets, the least they could do was put them with the other one.

"Now while I was looking over you and your sister's magical education files, there were no records of either of you attending a magical school before, where did you receive them?" Armando explained.

"We were homeschooled," Peverell said plainly.

"By who?" Albus pressed, his eyes landing on the boy's ring.

"Our fathers," Peverell expressed his gaze drifting to Albus. "I fail to see how that was relevant?"

"Indulge my curiosities once more than, who are your...'fathers' and where are they currently," Albus murmured itching to take a better look at that symbol on the boy's hand.

"That is completely inappropriate Albus. Who Miss and Mr. Peverell's parents are is none of your concern." Horace hissed his hand banging on the desk.

"I don't mind professor," Peverell muttered lowly. "My father was Remus Jonathan Peverell while my dad was Sirius Orion Peverell. They're dead." Peverell explained in a soft voice.

Hoarce's eyes widened, "I think Mr. Peverell needs to be taken back to his dorm now." Horace exclaimed to Armando. "I don't understand why you let Albus go into that line of questioning, it was inappropriate and vulgar."

Albus shuttered at the emphasis on his name, he only hoped his old friend would understand it all one day.

"I agree, I will handle Albus at a later date. Mr. Peverell one more question before you're dismissed, do you know why you have the omen of the Grim?" Armando explained.

" 'Twas my dad's animagus form.." Peverell mumbled lowly, "My family has been affiliated with death for centuries."

Armando nodded, "Normally we wouldn't take omens seriously to dictate the future, but those who've had the mark of the Grim have fallen in death's hands sooner or later."

Peverell simply nodded, "May I be excused?"

"You may, Horace, please escort Mr. Peverell back to the Slytherin dorms."

Dumbledore bristled as he was no longer able to see the ring anymore. Perhaps, he could try and sneak a glance into the boy's mind during one of his classes with him.

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“Do you understand that concept?” Thomas asked Harrison as he gently pushed the book closer to him. “Yes? I think so, but could you explain it again, just to make sure.” It had been 30 minutes since the tutoring session started.

“The concept of dynamics comes from the role of creatures. Since creatures evolved and mated with humans, we developed not only dynamics but creature inheritance as well.” Thomas explained using the feather of his quill to gently trace the words – Harrison was hooked on his every word.

He could see how he had gathered so many followers, the man was handsome, undeniably so. Dark brown hair, and striking blue eyes. His stare felt as though he knew you on a personal level, if Harrison didn’t know any better, he’d think he was Veela like Draco.

Tom paused, his gaze sliding to Harrison with what seemed like a deliberate slowness. His eyes lingered, sharp and calculating, before his brow raised ever so slightly.

“You’re listening?” he drawled, his voice low with a taunting tone. Harrison jolted suddenly from his day dream – had he been staring? – Tom’s lips curved into a smirk before he let out a small chuckle.

“But how?” Harrison nodded before he cleared his throat, a soft blush creeping up his cheeks.

“It is not known, though if your family is ancient enough, you will be fortunate to inherit some creature's blood. Such as the Malfoys’, I’m sure you’ve noticed how our peers are drawn towards them.” Thomas said, closing the large book in front of them before his eyes drifted back up to Harrison.

Harrison furrowed his eyebrows –Tom knew about Draco and his inheritance? 

“They’re Veela…” Harrison muttered, his face shifting back into its normal expression as he stared back at Thomas for a moment, “Yes, although Veela are predominantly female it’s not uncommon for males to be produced.”.  Harrison could only wonder how he knew so much about creatures and wizarding evolution.

“Then there are families such as mine, the Gaunts—” “You come from the Gaunt family?” Harrison interrupted, his eyes wide and mouth slightly agape, Thomas answered the question with a blank stare. “I’m sorry…” he mumbled, a pit of embarrassment forming in his stomach.

He soon urged Thomas to continue his rant, “The Gaunts are related to the Slytherin bloodline, who have the inheritance of the Naga.” Thomas finished.

“Naga?” Harrison frowned.

“They’re creatures’ who originated in India, under Hinduism.” 

“The Slytherin bloodline is from India?” 

“Indeed,” Thomas nodded.

“And you’re one?” Harrison’s tone was questioning- interrogating, maybe as he stared into Thomas’s eyes.

Thomas thought he missed the slip-up for a moment, “Yes I am,” he said through clenched teeth. “I ho–”

“I won’t tell anyone, it’s not my secret to tell. Thank you for trusting me.” Harrison rushed, smiling as he rested his hand lightly on Thomas’s shoulder giving it a reassuring squeeze.

“Thank you, Harrison,” Thomas said, his face expressionless.

“You’re welcome Thomas,” 

—•☆•—

Harrison suddenly felt very optimistic about being able to change Tom. Perhaps it wasn’t about stopping him through love, but instead stopping him through understanding . You can’t completely change someone without first understanding why they’re set in their ways, but you can still have some form of influence on them.

“Harrison!” Harrissa whisper-yelled from down the corridor. “I have the plan revised, and I wrote it in just over two minutes.” she gave a smile at the obvious jab. Harrison rolled his eyes before trailing his eyes over the paper, “This is good.” he gave her a small nod.

“I know,” she huffed as she crossed her arms over her chest.

Harrison scanned over the plan once again, “What of our plans to overthrow Nero?”

“I’m waiting on Asim to give back the strategy he had me overlook and rework before I do anything.” Harrissa shrugged, “But we have to make a statement, Grindelwald cannot continue to use our family crest for his dirty work.” 

Harrison’s lips curved into a smirk as he glanced back up at her, “I forgot that I needed to send a letter to Rachel Skeeter.” Harissa raised her eyebrows, “Only you, but yes that idea is smart. Plan the article to come out before the yuletide break. With September ending in just a week, we have to get a lot done.” Harrissa stressed as she stopped to think for a moment before nodding aimlessly to herself.

“We do, but that’s why we have Asim, Kanti, and Delano. They’re to help us- And what of Arabella? You’ve grown closer to her over the past month have you not?” 

His sister's dark curls fell into her face, her skin glowing in the warm lighting of the corridor they walked down. “Yes, but I don’t want to assume she’s…” Harrissa cut herself off, turning her gaze to the floor before sucking in a breath.

“I will–...try and court her…” Harrissa let out the breath she held. “That’s my sister.” Harrison cheered.

—•☆•—

“Maybe I should run away,” Harrison groaned as they entered the defense against the dark arts classroom. “I swear you’re so dramatic!” Draco exclaimed, throwing his hands up in mock defeat. “Am not!” Harrison fired back, his gaze finally breaking from the dreadful walls of the classroom.

Draco rolled his eyes, ending their small bicker. “We’re doing mock duels today.” 

Harrison’s posture suddenly perked up, his lips cracking into a large smile, “Maybe I won’t run away!”, he had always loved defense class, it was the only time where he was truly able to let go.

“Sit down! I have to assign your partners for today’s class.” Professor Merrythought’s voice rang out sharply. The class fell silent almost instantly; she was strict and liked things done on time, and in an orderly manner. 

“Now, Abbott with Parkison. Malfoy with Prewitt, Black—” she continued assigning the students to each other, One by one a Slytherin got paired with a Ravenclaw.

“Miss Peverell, you go to Lupin, Boy Peverell to Riddle.” She finished, clasping her hands together before turning around and sitting back at her desk. “Riddle, Peverell, you’re going first. Miss Peverell mediates the duel.” She commanded, pulling out a quill and paper as everyone got into their positions.

“No unforgivable, no incurable curses, hexes, or jinxes, no illegal magic. The duel ends when one person is disarmed or incapable of continuing. Backs to each other, seven steps out…turn, and face each other. Fire!” Harrissa spelt out as they followed her every instruction.

“Bomarada!” Thomas fired off. 

“Protego,” The blue shield wrapped around Harrison, knocking him back just as the spell hit.

“Expelliarmus!” Harrison called; Thomas sidestepped; dodging the spell before refocusing his form.  “Deceptiones!” Thomas chanted with a whip of his wand.

Harrison whipped his head from side to side; Tom has used the disillusion charm. Harrison turned to his left after hearing a bit of commotion.

“Langlock—!” Harrison yelped.

“Silenco—” Thomas cast at the same time.

Harrison heard as a few of their classmates sputter into small bursts of conversation; perhaps, it was due to the fact they were so evenly matched in raw power.

Harrison’s eyes widened as his vision was suddenly bombarded with long strands of  black, he had let his guard falter and he was hit with a hair-growing spell. Harrison frantically tried to tie his—now armpit length—hair back, while also keeping up movement. 

Harrison casts a fumos, to give himself enough time to get his hair out of the way. Just as he was getting up he was hit with a jet of water.

Harrison balked as once more, his appearance was affected. He shot the Impenimenta hex at Thomas just as his feet got glued to the ground.

Suddenly in a moment, Thomas’s wand was at his throat. Just as his was against Thomas’s.

“It’s a tie!” Harrison heard Harrissa call, “Very well. That was an example of a good duel. Using spells that can distract and limit your opponent.” Merrythought praised as she released the two from the hexes and jinxes cast on them.

Harrison scowled as he realized he’d have to manually cut his hair.

“The use of spells like the hair growth charm and fumos were very well thought out. Riddle used the hair growth spell to distract his opponent and cause him confusion and distress. Peverell here used fumos to hide him from Riddle’s view while he dealt with the issue.”

The students were all silent as they listened to her, “Malfoy, Prewitt on the platform! And for the love of Merlin stop flirting!” she barked out as soon as she was done lecturing.

Harrison turned to Harrissa as he started whining at her. “My head feels heavy!” he said as he leaned on her. Harrison pretended like he didn’t the sigh she gave him.

“Can you cut my hair later?” Harrison asked pulling a black lock in front of his face, “I think I want to keep it long, but not too long,” 

Harrissa smiled, “Of course,”

Harrison smiled back at his sister. “I love you,” he whispered to her.

“Forever?” she replies.

“And always.”

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Harrison sighed as he felt the hot water rain down on his body. His joints loosen as he hugged his body. 

Harrison stood there, he wondered if anyone truly loved him, or cared about him. At this point in his life, he didn't know how to deal with anything. From the future—his past—till now, was he on the right path? Could he actually stop Thomas from becoming Voldemort? 

He digressed, he shouldn't focus on the future—past, he should be focused on the present and how he can better it.

“Yesterday's past, Tomorrow's the future, but today is a gift; that's why it's called the present.” said Remus as he leaned against the balcony. 

“Why?” Harrison asked.

“Cause today is where you live, tomorrow is where you will be, and yesterday is where you were. You can't live worrying about tomorrow, and you can't move on worrying about yesterday.” Remus explained rubbing Harrison’s hair gently before retracting his hands.

“What does today bring?”

“A chance.” 

Harrison tilted his head, “A chance for what?”

“To be better than yesterday, to plan for tomorrow, to change what you are.” Remus chuckled.

“Remus,”

“Harry?”

“What if I have to leave you one day? Can I focus on the past then?” Harrison muttered, his jaw clenched as he looked at the ground.

Remus grabbed his shoulders, and made Harrison look at him.

“No, whether you choose yourself or me, you focus on the chance you have to right it, then the chance you had to avoid it.” 

   The words were stern, and the look on his face was almost vicious, but he cared. He cared more about Harrison than Harrison did himself. For that, Harrison would always be grateful. 

Harrison took one of Remus’s hand in his, and held it between both of them, “Remus,”

“Harry?” It sounded like a question. Like he didn't understand why he was called.

“Thank you,” Harrison said chimed.

“You don't have to thank me.” Remus spoke, brushing the hair out of Harrison’s face.

“But I want to.”

If it was the last time he spent with Remus, he'd rather it end greatly, than angry.

“Remus, will you be here for me? Harrison inquired.

“Always and forever,” 

—•☆•—

Etiquette class was different than usual, seeing as Professor Malifer brought in dominants. 

“For this class I want you to pair up with someone of the opposite dynamic, we’re going to be learning how to dance formally in this particular class.” explained the woman.

Harrison looked around to find Harissa, only to find she’d paired up with Arabella. Draco has obviously paired up with Ron, so that left Harrison one option of a partner. 

“Ahem, I do believe you still require a dancing partner,” 

That voice sent shivers down Harrison's spine as he turned around, “Hi Thomas,” he spoke, clearing his throat. “Hello Harrison,” Thomas smirked as he held a hand out to Harrison.

Harrison placed his hand atop of Thomas’s.

“Great! Everyone has a partner, the first dance we will learn is the Waltz!” She waved her hand and music began to play. “Between you and your partner, decide who is the lead and who's the follower.”

Harrison looked up at Thomas, “You’re leading right?”

“I’m pleased that you know.” 

Harrison rolled his eyes as he gave a small smile, “With as short as I am, it’d be hard to lead you around.”

Thomas let out a small chuckle, “Now darling, don’t underestimate your talents, I’m sure you could do some wonderful things.” 

Thomas’s eyes flashed dangerously as they trailed over Harrison’s body. Harrison laughed nervously as his tongue darted out to lick his lips. 

“Followers, please place your left hand on the lead’s shoulder. Leads left hand on followers’ waist—”

Harrison stared into Thomas’s blue eyes. It was like he was in a trance, he simply—and ironically—followed what Thomas was doing.

It was comforting to him, he felt like it was such a relief to not be questioned and instead asking the questions. 

“Harrison,” Thomas murmured, it pulled him out of his dazed state. “I— yes?” Harrison mumbled.

Thomas held his gaze, “You're very..eccentric,” 

Harrison averted his eyes, he saw Harissa effortlessly leading Arabella. The traitor she was for leaving him with Thomas.

They made eye contact, and Harrissa flashed him a smile. Harrison simply narrowed his eyes at her.

“Focus on me Harrison,” Thomas told him. “I am,” Harrison said, his eyes snapping back to the boy in front of him.

“Good,” a simple word really, but it brought so many unciphered and unexplainable emotions to Harrison. Thomas ignited something inside of Harrison that he’d never felt before. 

“Harrison, you’re very handsome,” Thomas whispered to him as they walked and danced around. “I—thank you..” Harrison whispered back, “I mean it Harrison.” Thomas said.”

Harrison flushed as he listened to the words, his heart speed up. 

“Okay class! Let’s regroup and try a different dancing technique.” 

—•☆•—

The common room was quiet and relaxing as everyone wound down from the exhilarating day. The door to the common room opened and Draco and Ron walked in.

Harrison watched as everyone froze watching the Slytherin and Ravenclaw make their way up the stairs. 

“He just brought him in..”

“Such a vulgar display..”

“Is him not sitting at our table enough..?”

Someone cleared their throat and everyone hushed up. Thomas rose to his feet, “Draco Malfoy has permission to bring Prewitt into our common room, Professor Slughorn granted it.” he said with a sweet smile.

Everyone quieted down and no longer spoke about it. 

Draco and Ron came back down, Ron with a few notebooks in hand. “Yes, those are my personal notes on different wizarding communities, magic systems, and religions.”

Ron looked down and nodded, “Thank you, I'll make copies of them tonight and return to them in the morning.” He said as he began shrinking the pile down.

“That's fine.” Draco said as he walked Ron out of the common room.

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Guys swear imma update soon, I just forgot the date in the story, so I'm literally trying to figure out how long its been from the prolouge to chapter 9😭☝🏾