Harry looked around. He was standing in a vast hallway in someone's Manor.
He kept on moving and admired the owner's taste in decor. The place was decorated like the Slytherin Common Room, but in a modern fashion with its dark greens and silvers and some black.
He saw an ebony wood door at the end of the hallway. It looked regal and quite beautiful from where he was standing.
But something pulled at him to enter the door.
He followed his instincts and took the plunge.Harry opened the door quietly and entered. Inside,he saw a person sitting with their back to him on a plush velvet green couch.
The mystery person's hair was wavy like his,but was a rich milk chocolate color. Their hair gleamed in the light from the fire in the hearth in front of the couch.
When Harry guessed the person's height,he could say that the person was the same height as him.
Harry padded closer until he was just behind the person. He inhaled the person's scent. Mate! MATE! His creatures screamed at him. He gasped.
Mystery Person froze and gasped. Without turning around he asked "Who the fuck are you and how did you get into my house?"he said in a soft melodic baritone.
Harry felt protective immediately. "Don't worry. I am your mate,"he whispered into his beloved's ear, winding his arms around his torso.
Mystery Person sighed, exasperated. "Please sit down with me so I can see you properly,"he asked.
"Okay."
Once Harry was seated,he got his first good look at his beloved. He was simply exquisite.Chocolate hair framing a slightly round,angular face. Pink ,rose petal-shaped lips that look so kissable. High cheekbones, a daintily pointed nose,skin as pale as alabaster. Round eyes framed by thick and long eyelashes and slightly pointy ears. But those eyes...those eyes looked so familiar. They were a bright Expelliarmus red,the perfect contrast to his own Avada green. Two very unusual eye colors.
Aristocratic eyebrows arched in mild amusement.
"You done staring at me? It's a bit rude,"said his mate,his arms crossed over his chest.
Harry shook his head to clear his thoughts. "Sorry. But I feel like I've seen you before..."he mused.
His mate gave a sharp intake of breath. "No! You haven't!"he denied sharply. No one had seen his appearance in a long time, not since 1980...
"Uh uh! I have. Tell me who you are please?"Harry asked.
His mate's eyes became glued to the floor.
"You'll hate me if I tell you..."his mate whispered.
Harry cupped his mates chin in his hands. "No, I won't. Why would I be angry at you? Look,let me tell you my name!"he said.
His mate looked up, eyes widening farther. "Who are you?"he asked quietly.
"Harry Potter."
His mate shrieked. "POTTER?! NO,NO,NO!" His mate tried to wiggle out of Harry's grasp but to no avail. Harry's grip was like trying to get through steel.
Harry's mate squirmed and kicked and it still didn't work. He decided to give up and went limp. Harry didn't loosen his grip for one second. He stared at his mate square on and asked:
"What is your problem with me? Am I really that horrible?"
"N-No. It's not that... I'm a bad person,Potter. I'm the reason your life is like it is. Guess who?"his mate said in a defeated voice, staring at the ceiling in between Harry's arms.
Harry gasped when he finally figured it out. He exclaimed:
"Lord Voldemort?!"