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Lucifer

Lucifer
leontina (Leontina)

Summary:

Harry is feeling lonely, so on a whim he decides to do a spell which claims to reveal a person's soulmate. Instead, Harry is taken back to the past, landing directly in Tom Riddle's lap!

Harry sighed, his breath misting up the window which he was sat beside.

It was almost midnight, and the New Year's Eve party in the eighth year dorm was in full swing, with pounding music and loud laughter. Harry hadn't wanted to join his friends; they were all going as couples, and he hated feeling like a spare wheel. Not to mention that he also felt a bit jealous.

After Voldemort, Harry and Ginny found that they just weren't suited to each other romantically any more, and Ginny was happy with Neville now. Following Ginny, Harry had started an angry, hate-snogging fuelled semi-relationship with Draco Malfoy after Harry came to terms with the fact that he was bisexual. Harry's fling with Draco failed, too, because Draco wanted sex but nothing more substantial, while Harry craved a bond or proper connection between them.

Since then, Harry had been moping around. He had been acting so miserably that Luna had even bought him a book for Christmas entitled, 'Finding True Love', which had been written by a great-aunt of hers, who - ironically - never married.

Harry had thanked Luna when he opened it in front of her, then rolled his eyes behind her back, but somehow he found himself flicking through it as his friends celebrated New Year's without him. Most of the book was pretty strange, citing which herbs would make someone smell attractive to potential lovers, or spells to stop a person's soulmate finding love until they met their 'destined'.

There was one thing that Harry couldn't help but find intriguing, however - it was an incantation that claimed to show the reader who their soulmate was.

The clock was ticking ever closer to midnight, and as Harry heard the music dim and the laughter die down, he knew that the couples were getting ready to share a kiss as the clock chimed twelve. His stomach clenched uncomfortably, even though he knew he should be glad that his friends were happy.

There wasn't much to the incantation, and what harm would it do giving it a try? If it was nonsense, Harry would just have to make more of an effort in finding somebody, but if the spell ended up being true, at least he'd know there was someone out there who could make him as happy as his friends were.

There was a minute to go until midnight, and Harry had made his mind up. Pulling out his wand, Harry pushed the window open and breathed in the fresh, cold air.

"Siroma murev ihim ad," Harry cast, not sure what to expect next. Perhaps an image of his soulmate would appear, or their name would become clear in Harry's mind. Or maybe the incantation was just bull and nothing at all would come of it.

Harry could hear his friends counting down now, and he couldn't help but feel a stab of disappointment that nothing had happened.

There was eight seconds til midnight, and Harry wondered whether he should go down and show his face so that he didn't seem a complete misery.

Harry took a step forwards with five seconds to go, and almost stumbled as a strange jolt shot through his stomach. He gasped, clutching his middle as his head felt fuzzy all of a sudden, leaving him only aware of his friends shouting the last few numbers in the countdown.

At the word 'one', the room started spinning, dragging Harry with it. He was lost in a blur of colours, and then he was falling - falling for hours, it seemed, though it was probably only seconds - until he landed roughly on something soft and warm.