Tomarry One Shots

Heart of Fire

Summary: The Ward Master library was quiet as the young Ward Master was flipping through a heavy tome. Once more he was searching for answers on the Celtic band. It was increasingly frustrating that he could not find any information on it. On top of not finding anything out about it nothing would hide it. No magic or muggle means. He had tried light and dark magic without any success. All spells melted right off it within seconds. Wristbands burned up just as quickly. Nothing worked and his frustration was beginning to show. He slammed the book shut with a vicious swear rolling off his tongue. It was so frustrating. He needed answers but there weren't any books that he could find.

Ship: HarryPotterxTomRiddle

All credit goes to Willofhounds on Ao3

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The Ward Master library was quiet as the young Ward Master was flipping through a heavy tome. Once more he was searching for answers on the Celtic band. It was increasingly frustrating that he could not find any information on it.

On top of not finding anything out about it nothing would hide it. No magic or muggle means. He had tried light and dark magic without any success. All spells melted right off it within seconds. Wristbands burned up just as quickly.

Nothing worked and his frustration was beginning to show. He slammed the book shut with a vicious swear rolling off his tongue. It was so frustrating. He needed answers but there weren't any books that he could find.

An amused voice came from above him, "Problems, Harrison?"

Harrison grumbled annoyed, "It's so annoying, Grandmaster Tarloc. Nothing is working on this damn band. Nor can I find any information on it."

Tarloc sighed, "Unfortunately if you cannot find information on it here. Then likely if there is information it would be in a private library. I would suggest asking..."

Harrison cut him off, "I am not asking the Dark Lord. That man has too much of an interest in me as it is if what Sirius said is right."

"He did show an unhealthy interest in you at the party," muttered the older man, "Have you asked Heir Nott to allow you into his library? Or Heir Malfoy?"

Harrison sighed his head dropping with exhaustion, "Draco checked his library when it first appeared. Theo has a more extensive library on lesser known magics but couldn't find anything."

"The Black Library?"

Harrison shook his head. Nothing there either. It could be that Sirius had put away the books or given them away.

"What about the Black Library?" Asked a drawling voice.

Neither Ward Master jumped but it was a near thing. They had not expected the Dark Lord to appear. Harrison turned his head to the side to look the man up and down. Once again he was wearing well tailored dress robes. This one was black with a silver trim and snakes.

Harrison greeted with a bow of his head, "Minister."

Crimson eyes gave him a searching look. They lingered on his arms. Confusion filled him not really understanding. Then he looked down and realized he still had his shirt sleeves rolled up. The library was stuffy from the summer heat causing him to take off his robes and roll up the sleeves.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. He really did not need this right now. Questions would be asked that he couldn't answer.

Tarloc quietly greeted respectfully, "Minister. What brings you to the Ward Master Hall?"

Red eyes snapped up to Tarloc as if he forgot that the man was there. He returned the greeting cautiously, "Grand Master Tarloc well met. I hope you have been well since I last spoke to you."

Tarloc answered honestly, "I have been, Minister. Do you need anything from one of my Ward Masters?"

"I have business with, Heir Mr. Black," replied the Dark Lord and the air temperature rose a notch with Harrison's unease, "If you would excuse us?"

It was a demand not a suggestion. Tarloc took it as such. No one would dare stand against the Dark Lord unless they had a death wish. Even Ward Masters who were neutral in wars.

The grey eyes of his mentor and friend told him to behave. Harrison didn't need the warning in this instance. He knew better than to provoke the Dark Lord. The man wasn't known as the most powerful wizard of their age for nothing after all. And he was a Slytherin not a Gryffindor he did have some self preservation.

When they were alone Voldemort threw several privacy and silencing wards at the door. It would prevent anyone from eavesdropping on them. That did not make him feel any better. The Dark Lord stepped around the table so that he was only a few feet from Harrison. Harrison's right hand was moving to unroll his shirt sleeves back down to cover his wrist. Like a striking snake Voldemort grabbed his wrist to stop him from doing so. Immediately the air heated in response to his roiling emotions.

The feeling of being trapped like an animal came over him. Harrison stood quickly and with enough force that his chair tumbled over. They stared at each other once more, the contrasting eyes clashed. It was just like that night at the party just a few months back.

Voldemort turned his wrist so that he could see the band. The red eyes gleamed with something that he couldn't recognize. Harrison tried to tug his arm free not trusting the man in front of him.

"Let me go, Minister," demanded Harrison.

What was with this man? Why did he have a sudden interest in him?

"Do you know what this band means, Mr. Black?" Asked Voldemort.

Harrison hissed, "No. Let go. Why are you so interested?"

"Because your magic calls to mine. Now I know why."

Harrison paused and glanced at the Dark Lord through his fringe. His magic called to the Dark Lord's? He didn't remember any interactions before the party. Sure he had seen Voldemort from a distance but never anything this close. Voldemort didn't let go. Instead he pulled Harrison's arm up to get a better look at the band.

"The Fire Elemental band," he whispered causing Harrison to stiffen, "Who would have thought it would appear now?"

An elemental? He had heard of them. It was a brief mention in one of the Black library books. What had it said? It took him a moment but he did remember what it said.

Elementals: individuals able to control one of the four elements. Because of this power they were hunted, either to be killed or used. They had been declared extinct since the last one died back in 1581.

Harrison said breathlessly, "That's not possible. Elementals have been extinct for over four hundred years."

"Oh no, little spitfire," murmured Voldemort, "You are an elemental. It was thought that when Lord Slytherin is named an elemental is born. Elementals swore their loyalty and the loyalty of those who came after them to the Slytherin Line. In exchange for their loyalty the Lord would provide safety and control."

Harrison's mouth was dryer than the Sahara desert. What the hell was he supposed to say to that?