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Chapter One – Stepping into the Past
Harry looked around his living room at Grimmauld Place before running his hands through his hair. He thought it had all ended on that fateful May 2, 1998; however, he was horribly mistaken. How were they to know that Voldemort had managed to recruit more dark wizards on the continent? They had flowed into recovering Britain and soon a third wave of darkness overwhelmed them during the next two years. They left Harry with no one, but they refused to kill him. They wanted to savior and the defeater of their Dark Lord to suffer. Harry let out a horrible and almost insane chuckle, "If only they knew, my life was nothing but suffering."
His thoughts were interrupted with a loud bang coming from the home's basement. His honed fighting instincts kicked in as he ran down the stairs. He grabbed the door knob with his left hand and was encompassed in a bright white light. He sighed as he once again stood in the overly sterile version of King Cross Station, however, instead of meeting Dumbledore, Sirius stood before him. He couldn't stop himself from embracing the first loved one he lost after his parents. "Sirius, what happened?"
"Fate's giving you a choice, Harry. Things have gone so far off from what was originally woven in the tapestry by the three sisters that they are giving you a choice. Think very hard, what one thing could be done to stop everything that has ever occurred to you?"
Harry looked into his godfather's pain riddled grey eyes, "If only, Tom Riddle was raised in a loving environment instead of that horrible muggle orphanage. I would've never lost my parents because there would've been no need for him to invent the anagram I am Lord Voldemort from his name. I guess if I had the power to, I would go back to 1926 and remove him from that place. I would raise him as my own and show him the love he deserves."
His godfather gave a bark of laughter, "The choice has been made. So shall it be."
The warm and loving white light that had originally brought him to Kings cross now dropped him onto the cold dark streets of London. He looked around noticing the overly ancient looking vehicles. Not to mention a few horse drawn carriages that remained. His heart filled with hope for the first time in years before reality set in. He had no identity, no money in either world, and had too much work to do. He sighed running a hand through his hair as he stood before the visitor entrance to the Ministry of Magic on Great Scotland Yard, but there was no red phone booth visitor entrance. Harry wanted to growl knowing that if Hermione had survived the attack on the Burrow, she would've been lecturing him on not knowing the more recent magic history.
He remembered the area he was from when they had impersonated three ministry workers and broke into the Death Eater ran Ministry. He closed his eyes trying to figure out what he was going to do next, when he remembered the location of the orphanage that his new son was left. He closed his eyes concentrating his mind on 25 Old Broad Street where the International Financial Centre stood instead of the orphanage in 1997. He stood before the rebuilt Gresham House, which was already an office building. He scratched his head wondering what was next, when his eyes fell on an old building to the right of the Gresham House. It had cast iron gates and resembled an orphanage right out of Charles Dickens' novel Oliver Twist.
He was pulled toward the building and couldn't stop his Gryffindor brashness as he walked through the gates and up to the door. He quickly transfigured his clothing to that of black suit that fit the era and knocked. A woman who looked to be barely in her twenties answered the door. He nodded to her and introduced himself, "Hello ma'am, I am Tom Riddle and I've come looking for my wife and child. I discovered that my darling Merope arrived here. Can you please tell me what happened to them?"
The woman stared at him for a moment before ushering him into the building, "She arrived on New Year's Eve, what a horrible cold night that was this year. She gave birth to your son after about an hour being here, and left the world an hour later. Your son remains here and is a month old. Did you wish to leave him here?"
He shook his head no, "My wife and I had a misunderstanding that night. I had said something out of anger that I regret and when I went to apologize she was gone. It took me this long to track down where she went. I'm saddened to hear that she is no longer here, but I will not abandon my child. What do I need to do in order to take him?"
He followed her into an office where an older looking gentleman sat. The woman turned toward him, "Mr. Wool, this is Mr. Riddle and he has come to claim his son."
The man nodded and turned his attention toward Harry, "Mr. Riddle, I do hope you plan on reimbursing us for his last month's care."
Harry nodded before casting a memory charm on the man, "I have paid you, showed you my identification papers, and you just stated you would show me my son."
The man nodded and he followed him out of the room. He walked through the dreary stone walled rooms toward a room where a silent baby laid in a crib. He walked up to the crib and picked up the dark blue eyed baby. He turned toward the man, "Thank you, Mr. Wool for returning my son to me. I will make sure to continue to donate funds to your orphanage."
He walked out of the orphanage with the precious bundle in his arms. He quickly apparated to the graveyard in Little Hangleton in Northern England, he had hoped never to return after his last visit. He was happy to notice it was different than the place where the babe in his arms was resurrected using his own blood. He walked up to the pathway toward the manor on the hill. He decided it was best to blackmail the family into giving him some money to make their grandson disappear.
He knocked on the door and found a young man that strongly resembled the 16 year old Harry had encountered in the Chamber of Secrets. "How may I help you?"
"I was looking for you Tom Riddle. I've come to discuss with the repercussions of your abandonment of your pregnant wife Merope. I'm sure that you want to be done with the whole business and have no desire to raise the child that came from the bond. I will raise him and you'll never have to see him again, since he's taken after his mother. He has the same powers that she used on you. I only ask that you provide me with the lump sum of 100 pounds." Harry knew the amount was equivalent to approximately 15,000 pounds in the world he came from.
The man looked at the bundle in Harry's arms, "You say he's my son and just like his witch of a mother, who took my will away from me and tricked me into a marriage I did not want?"
"Yes, I will take him away. She died giving birth to him and I would be happy to help you find a wonderful wife. I suggest visiting Cheltenham in Gloucestershire. You will find a family there with the surname Dursley. The younger sister is a couple of years younger than you, she is blond, blue eyed, and quite lovely. She is fond of the normal and doesn't have an ounce of weirdness to her. Her name is Pearl and I think she would make a wonderful bride. You may spin a tail that you lost your wife and child when they both died during childbirth. I shall change your son's name and he will not know anything of your relation."
The man's dark brown eyes narrowed, "You're like that woman, aren't you?"
"Yes, I have the ability to take away your will as well, in fact, obliviate. You have hired me to find you a perfect wife since your last one died during childbirth along with your weak son. You went to retrieve the 100 pounds due, since you've already met and fell in love with Pearl Dursley. She is set to arrive within the week and you are excited to introduce her to your parents. However, you forgot to inform them about your desire to find a bride, so you've been trying to think of the perfect way to break the news to them before she arrives."
The man nodded and handed over a sack of coins, "Here is your payment as you requested. I look forward to her arrival."
Harry nodded and turned away from the door. He wondered for a moment how Riddle had quickly retrieved that much money. Did the family keep quite a bit of their wealth within their mansion? Had he just recently gone to the bank? He shook his head before apparating to Cheltenham, knowing he would find the Dursley family there. His aunt and uncle were forced to bring him along to Christmas at his great Aunt Pearl's home because his mother died and his father had moved in with his sister. She was a spinster who never married and Vernon only visited her because his father was ill and he had recently lost his mother. He walked toward the family home where Pearl continued to live after her parents' deaths. He checked on the health of his son before he knocked on their door.
A man who resembled a young Dudley answered the door, "Hello."
"Hello William, I was calling upon your sister Pearl. I have a wealthy client who has found her as a perfect candidate as a wife. He lives in a mansion with his parents in Little Hangleton." He cast a quick confundus charm on the man and soon Pearl stood before him. She was a bit bookish looking but was quite pretty. She wore thick glasses, but Harry had learned the charm to fix eyesight in recent years. He quickly cast a memory charm on her and made her believe that she'd been courting Tom Riddle by post for a few months. They had met each other once when he was visiting London. He got her to quickly pack her bags and gave her a ticket for a train ride to Hangleton.
He turned around and got a room in a neighboring Inn before thinking of who he should get in touch with. He already decided that he would take his mother's maiden name, and create a history that his great grandfather was his squib brother who found a muggle woman to marry. He thought that would work and that perhaps he should raise little Tom in France. Maybe he should find a woman to marry in France who could take on the mother role for the young boy. He settled into the room after purchasing the needed goats milk and cloth diapers.
He sat down on the bed and fed him the milk, "You are quiet child. I wonder." He started hissing at the darling little baby and his blue eyes locked with him. His mind whirled and he wondered if the reason why he was quiet as a baby was because he understood Parseltongue as his first language. That or the caregivers didn't show him enough attention. "I'm going to take you to Gringotts tomorrow. We'll have a blood adoption performed."
He stood before the white wizard's bank. Surprisingly it looked just the same as the bank he left in the future. It didn't have the marks of war, but it was the building of his first visit. He walked up and asked to speak with an account specialist. He followed the goblin into an office where he explained that he wanted to use his blood to check to see if he had any potential to claim any forgotten vaults. The goblin nodded and asked for a drop of his blood.
"Ah, so the Peverell heir has returned. Well, this is interesting. You are an heir to Gryffindor himself. I guess the rumors were true about him having a bastard son with one of the Peverell daughters. Okay, so which vault do you wish to claim? Your blood also links you to both the Potter and Black vaults, but those are claimed by legitimate heirs."
Harry nodded, "Yes, well I would like to claim both if that is possible. This will not require me to change my name, I hope. I'm Harry James Evans and I have no desire to change my surname."
The goblin's eyes widened, "I thought the last magical Evans' couple only had one squib son."
Harry shook his head, "No, they just moved to France before they had me."
The goblin nodded before he gave a feral smile, "I can't help but wonder why there is no record on file with Gringotts under the current Evans Family Vault noting you as an heir or even mentioning your birth." The goblin rapped his fingers across his chin, "For the right amount of Galleons we goblins could fix that for you, as well as create a birth certificate for the wee baby in your arms."
Harry couldn't help but raise an eyebrow wondering just how much about the Wizarding World he still didn't know, "How much would that cost?"
We will go over that after we perform the required ritual for you to acquire the vaults. You will need to follow me into the ritual room for that. Were there any other rituals you wished to have performed while we're there?"
Harry smiled down at the baby in his arms, "Yes, I would like to blood adopt and change the name of this child before we create those documents. His current name is Tom Marvolo Riddle and I would like to name him Cadmus Bowman Evans. Are you also able to draft a wizarding marriage certificate that will show me widowed to one Merope Gaunt? I expect you keep such transactions in the strictest confidence, am I right?"
"Yes we shall be able to all of that for you as well as provide a secrecy oath; we understand the importance of confidence with such transactions. Let us do his adoption ceremony first and then your claiming of the vaults, as the adoption ceremony is the shorter of the two. Then we can continue to negotiate the costs for the rest of the paperwork."
After opening an additional Evans vault and a trust vault for his son as well as securing proper identification, Harry apparated to France. He made his way for the Allié de Eiffel, which was the Parisian equivalent of Diagon Alley. It was hidden from site within the park with the only access by walking through on of the iron legs. He found a real estate office and quickly purchased a three bedroom flat in the heart of Wizarding Paris. He soon had a couple of house elves working for him, while he raised Cadmus. A year after moving into the flat, Harry was called to the French branch of Gringotts where he was read the will of Horace and Eileen Evans, as Eileen finally joined her late husband in death. Since the goblins had previously listed the two as his parents on his fake documentation and their will stated that the next magical Evans was to inherit everything, Harry inherited one Rosier Chateau as well as a couple of vaults including an ancient family one. It didn't take long to move their things to the new home where he continued to raise his darling son and continued his studies. He was a single parent until he met a wonderful beauty by the name of Athena Beau who was a full Veela. Her younger sister was one he recognized as Fleur's grandmother.
The two of them were married when Cadmus was seven years old and the following year Athena was pregnant. Their daughter Lilwen Athena Evans was born in 1934, Artemis Rose Evans was born in 1936, and little Roselaine Hestia Evans was born in 1938. She was only a couple months old when Cadmus received his letter to attend Hogwarts since he was born in England. Harry smiled at his wife and children that day, "Love, do you think we should move to England? It would be beneficial for Cadmus to become reacquainted with the country since he will be attending Hogwarts. I believe my first wife Merope may have come from one of the other Hogwarts founders. He's descended from Godric Gryffindor on my side like all the rest of our children."
His beautiful wife blinked her silver eyes at him, "Will I be welcome?"
"England is really the only safe place from Grindelwald's army. He's been amassing followers all over the continent. Many believe he's afraid to go into England because of Dumbledore's strength. Maybe I should just go and duel the pigheaded wizard myself. I'm afraid that Albus Dumbledore will wait for another seven years before he'll do something." Harry shrugged thinking that he took on the darkest wizard of all time, he was sure he could win against the second greatest. Then he could stash the elder wand in the Peverell vault so it wouldn't get into anyone else's hands until long after its master dies.
His wife raised a blond eyebrow, "I think I would prefer to move to England. I've picked up your accent over the years, so I no longer sound French when speaking English. Then again Veela's tend to have a talent for language."
He kissed her passionately. He was lucky enough to not have been affected by her allure, but he was very attracted to his wife. Also, since Veela was known as a female only species, Athena automatically bonded to Cadmus. She was excited to have a son and showered him with so much love and affection it brought warmth to Harry's heart. He fell in love with her the moment he saw her with his son. The way that Cadmus' bright green eyes sparkled with happiness made him realize that she was the one. Cadmus had inherited his eyes and unfortunately his hair after the blood adoption ceremony.
"I think I would prefer to be closer to him while he's in school. We've already taught him quite a bit about magic. I still need to meet with the Headmaster to see if he will be able to bring his pet snake. I understand that those who speak Parseltongue are rare; however, it is a gift and not a curse. I think I'd like to find my disowned brother and have his family move in with us. I think it would do our family well to get to know our squib and muggle relations."
"I agree. Our daughters are half Veela witches. I think it would do well for them to learn how to function in both the wizard and muggle worlds. I think it would also do our little Caddy some good as well. He will be going to school with all different blood statuses. It's best for him to get along with everyone and not by into that pureblood drivel."
Harry kissed her cheek, "I agree love. Perhaps we should buy land outside of Cokesworth. I believe that's where my brother settled down."
"I think we should take Caddy with us. Mrs. Delacour won't mind watching the girls for us. She absolutely loves our daughters. She would've done well with daughters but she only had sons. Our youngest niece Apolline is Pier's age. I can feel the connection between the two. I believe the two might just end up together in another 14 years."
Harry clucked, "Already planning a wedding for our three year old niece. What would your darling sister Aphrodite say?
Athena smiled, "She would thank me for seeing her Triwizard champion granddaughter Fleur Delacour. That one will make her family proud."
Harry's green eyes widened, "But there hasn't been a Triwizard Tournament since 1792 when a cockatrice when on a rampage. Why would they ever bring it back?"
"Do not question my sight. She will win the tournament against a Cedric Diggory and Victor Krum. Your great nephew Harry Potter will be present; however, he will be too young to compete. You know your great nephew will take after you in appearance. It's almost as if he was your twin," her silvery eyes cleared up.
Harry shrugged, "I guess appearances are meant to skip a few generations. We are related to the Potter through the Peverell's after all. The relation is distant enough that my niece marrying one wouldn't matter."
"How about we look for some land there? We can have the manor built and hopefully moved in before we need to take Caddy to King's Cross." She stood up and gathered the children before bringing the girls over to their neighbors.
"Cadmus, we've decided to move back to England since you've gained acceptance to Hogwarts. Also, you are a descent from two founders. I know that you come from Godric Gryffindor on my side; however, your birth mother was descended from another. I am just not sure of whom. We want to build our new manor outside of the Western English town of Cokesworth, which is just a bit north of Wales. It is a part of the greater Manchester area."
"What about all of the friends I've already made?" Cadmus' almond shaped green eyes widened.
"Don't worry love. You may keep in touch with them by owl. You would have to anyway since you were sent a Hogwarts letter." Athena answered giving him a kiss on the cheek, "Plus, I am sure your father will not be against visiting this home during the summary holidays."
Harry mumbled under his breath, "Yes, as soon as I defeat Grindelwald." He turned to his wife and son with a smile, "Let's go find a place for our new home in England."
After hiring the magical builders and sending his wife and son home, Harry made a trip to Hogwarts. He walked through the gates and up to the doors of the medieval fortress. He was met by the squib caretaker who he recognized as Marius Black. "Mr. Black, I am here to see Headmaster Dippet. When I leave, I would like to take you with me. I think I have a better opportunity to offer you than working here as the caretaker of Hogwarts."
"What would you have to offer me?" His deep grey eyes widened. Harry couldn't help but see the similar appearance to his dead godfather Sirius.
"I want to offer you a home, a potential bride, and a family. I understand that you have been disowned by your family and I'd like to introduce you to my muggle niece. Her father was a squib and I think the two of you would have a high chance of having a magical child."
Marius nodded, "I will go with you then. May I ask your name?"
"It's Harry Evans," he nodded before walking toward the gargoyles.
He made it into the office where a white haired wizard sat wearing a wizard pointed hat, "How may I help you good sir?"
"Headmaster, I am the father of Cadmus Evans and I've come to ask about allowed pets. You see my son has a snake familiar because he is a Parseltongue. I believe it is important for him to have his pet with him. I understand the letter stated cat, toad, or owl, but I was hoping an exception could be made for a Parseltongue."
His brown eyes widened, "We haven't had a Parselmouth at Hogwarts since Corvinus Gaunt during the 18th century. We were pretty sure the gift had died out, or perhaps it had more to do with the Gaunts becoming quite poor. They were too poor to attend Hogwarts after all."
"So, may my son bring his pet snake?" He had enough speaking with the buffoon before him.
The headmaster nodded, "Yes, I do not see an issue with him bringing his snake. Paracelsus was a great alchemist and physician who is credited with the discovery of Parseltongue."
Harry shook his head, "That doesn't make much sense if Salazar Slytherin was a known Parseltongue in the 11th century and Paracelsus was alive 400 years later. Are you telling me that no one discovered Salazar's gift until 400 years later or was it just an unnamed ability?"
"I'm surprised you know so much of Wizarding history. You seem quite young." The Headmaster smirked.
"Yes well you were taught by Professor Binns before he died. I'm sure his lectures were far livelier before he became a ghost. I would like to make a suggestion though; perhaps it would be best if you let the old ghost retire. You know let him keep that particular classroom to lecture but hire a living witch or wizard to teach more modern Wizarding history that Professor Binns surely doesn't know about since he died two hundred years ago."
The Headmaster's eyes narrowed, "You know I'll admit that I never thought about that. Perhaps you are correct. I will start the hiring process for a new Professor of History and let Professor Binns teach an elective on Ancient Wizarding History. Anyone who wishes to study the Goblin rebellions in more depth could choose to go to his lectures. I'm sure the old ghost will be in the room no matter what and may not realize that students are not present. Perhaps I could coax Nicolas Flamel out of retirement to teach Alchemy as an elective. It would be a N.E.W.T. level elective, as one would need to be proficient in Ancient runes, Athermancy, and Potions before even attempting Alchemy."
Harry nodded, "I think that is a great idea and his wife might be a good choice as the new History Professor. She has lived the majority of it and I'm sure she has kept up with current events." The headmaster nodded his head and Harry decided it was time to leave, "I fear I have others to meet with today. I thank you for your time and allowing my son to bring his pet."
Harry took Marius with him when he went to visit his muggle relatives. He had managed to track down the Evans living in Cokesworth. The town was filled with minors and the many steel workers who used the coal as a fuel. He turned to the pureblood squib, "Let me do the talking. My older brother has completely acclimated to living as a muggle. Then again he doesn't remember the magical world as my parents used a memory charm on him when he was old enough to leave home and dropped him off here." Which was the truth, as Gringotts Goblins informed him of after he was made the new head of Evans upon the death of his 'mother.' The last magical Evans really were of the Pureblood beliefs that made Harry angry. If they hadn't take such drastic actions, then his mother may have had the opportunity to trace her roots back. Then again, it was likely that since she would've inherited the Evans vault as soon as the Goblins caught wind of her name and gave her the blood test.
He knocked on the nice looking stone home. It was white stone with a lovely front garden. He could understand how his mother was so talented in potions when her ancestors seemed to be avid gardeners. Marius stood ramrod straight next to him, he was a strapping young man of 21. He really did resemble the photos of Sirius Black when he attended the Potter's wedding.
The door opened to a man in his mid-forties with auburn red hair, "Hello."
"Hello, Mr. Evans. I am sure that you do not recognize me, as our parents modified your memory. Have you ever wondered why you can see things that others cannot?" Harry began to speak wondering how difficult it would be to remove the memory charm. He quickly waved his wand as he looked into the man's golden brown eyes stared back at him. It didn't take long to navigate to the memory block and release the charm. Harry was thankful for the time he spent studying both Occlumency as well as Legilimency in France after obtaining his Transfiguration and Defense Masteries.
The man's eyebrows furrowed, "So, they really did it, did they? They had another son, another heir, like they threatened. I'm surprised they succeeded in creating a wizard this time instead of having another one like me. Are you here to kill me then? Are you afraid that I will take away your right to our family's fortune since I'm the eldest?"
"No Charles, I am not afraid that you will take my wealth. I'm afraid that Mum and Da fixed their will so only the next fully trained witch or wizard of the Evans line could inherit. They died a little more than a year after my son was born from the arranged marriage they had made with the Gaunts. Unfortunately, my first wife died during childbirth leaving me to raise Cadmus alone. That was until I met and fell in love with a full-blooded Veela. I'm thankful they were already dead for surely they would've disowned me for such an act. Though dear brother, I must admit that I do sense a bit of magic around you. It might not have been enough for a Hogwarts letter, but the magic is still there. You're no muggle. May we come in? Marius Black and I have some things to discuss with you." Harry couldn't believe how well it was working out. Then again he had researched the family for a while before taking the Hogwarts caretaker with him. He was fortunate enough to have his family featured in a society article in the Daily Profit when they were visiting Diagon Alley. Apparently the return of the remaining Evans family to England was a huge deal. Harry wished he knew that before his arrival then he could have avoided the press like the plague they were.
"It's Chuck; no one has called me Charles in years. I think I rather prefer it that way. My son is currently in school but my daughter is home. She graduated last year and is trying to decide what she wants to do."
"Chuck, I think that's wonderful. I have brought Marius with me because he's been working as a caretaker at Hogwarts, and I feel there's much more for which he is capable. I would like to introduce him to your daughter. I would prefer to have them move in with me and my family. We're building a manor on the outskirts of town. I want her to learn of the world of magic so that when she and Marius have a little witch or wizard they will blend in well to the magical world."
"Ah, so you plan on presenting this boy as a perspective husband for my daughter. How would he provide for her?"
"I shall help until they both go through Muggle College and pursue a wonderful paying job. I would like to have her study history in our library. I believe that dear Primrose would do well as an author of wizarding history. I really believe her muggle perspective would also assist her in writing muggle studies books. I really think writing about the muggle Great War and its ties with the wizarding world would be a wonderful selling book. I'm not sure what interests Marius, but I'm sure he could do well in law, politics, or even medicine." He turned to Marius, "I'm sure you are still able to brew most potions even though you lack the magic for charms."
"I'm still shocked that you're willing to offer me something better than caretaker of Hogwarts. I'd love to make something of myself and surpass my ancestors. Sometimes I think it was for the best that I didn't develop any magic. I wouldn't want to follow in my family's footsteps. They've just been getting more extreme and dark over the years. I feel sorry for whoever marries my niece Walburga. She's only a second year Slytherin, but she already believes everything her father taught her and she enjoyed casting hexes at me last year. You know because I was a filthy squib. In her opinion my parents should've killed me when my Hogwarts letter didn't arrive," Marius sighed looking down at his hands.
"I could always ask my wife who your niece will end up with. However, I fear that if she's as horrible as you say, then she might end up with your cousin Orion. He's only four years younger than her, right? I'm sure no other family would take her, or perhaps she's so stubborn that she'd want to keep her name."
Marius smirked, "You know, I could see that match. He's pretty sickly and she's already succeeded in bossing him around. I would feel sorry for any children those two would have."
"Yes, wouldn't it be funny if one of them ended up in Gryffindor. Imagine how your brother and your niece would react to that!"
Charles interrupted, "So, do you truly believe that Primrose and Marius would make a good match?"
"Yes, now when can I meet my lovely niece Primrose?" Harry looked around the room hoping she would appear.
An auburn haired woman with those familiar almond shaped green eyes walked into the room. She wore a matching green dress that set off her eyes, "You wished me to join you?"
"You are as lovely as the flower you were named after, Primrose. I am you're Uncle Harry Evans and I came to introduce you to Marius Black. He will be staying with my family in the manor we're building outside of town. Until then, he will live with us at our Chateau outside of Bolbec, France. I was wondering if you would join us. I want to introduce you to the Wizarding World, as it is likely if you accept the betrothal I am proposing with Marius, that you will have a magical child."
Her green eyes widened, "You mean unicorns are real? I thought I saw one when I was a child, but my mother told me it was only my imagination. I've been making notes about the tiny humanoid creatures I've found in our garden. Those things have such horrible mouths. I would expect better of sailors and they are known for their vulgar speech."
Harry and Marius both started busting up laughing, "I fear that you have an infestation of gnomes. Though I thought they were only supposed to infect magical homes. Perhaps there's enough magic surrounding your home since you're a family mostly made up of squibs, who have magic, but just not enough to produce magic."
Charles stood up, "I will have to take care of those little blithers, and here I thought I'd be free of them because I was living in a muggle home." He turned to his daughter, "Did you wish to go with your uncle and Marius to France for a bit?"
"Yes, I would like that father. Do you think everyone could come though? I really don't want to be on my own in a new country."
Harry chuckled, "I would prefer if the full family would come for a visit and I would love if all of you would move in with us. I understand that you'd want to keep this home for your son and his family. My wife told me that she saw a red headed little witch with my eyes, Lily Evans; I believe she will be the daughter of your son. She would be considered a muggleborn if it weren't for the fact that I plan on training her as soon as she shows her first sign of magic. I fear that she will be the second born daughter and her blond older sister will be a squib. I think she should be sent to a finishing school in France, when Lily is sent to Hogwarts."
Primrose looked at him, "What about me?"
"I will have to ask my wife, however, I'm sure that she'll see magical children in your future. Of course they will have the surname Black instead of Evans."
Her hands found their way to her hips, "I think that's just wishful thinking on your part Uncle."
"So, why is my dear nephew in summer school?"
Charles shrugged his shoulders, "He seems to have difficulty with mathematics and his teacher suggested he take summer classes."
"Yes, the logic of math tends to clash with magical minds. Perhaps he was on the cusp of becoming a wizard but just not enough to have his name printed on the Hogwarts ledger. Do you think your wife would be okay with him skipping out for the rest of the summer?"
Charles shook his head, "No reason to worry about that. Today is the last day of his classes. I'm sure my wife would enjoy visiting France. How about you come by tomorrow to pick us up? I'm guessing we'll be traveling by portkey? I have to admit it has been a while since the last time I visited the Rosier Manor in France."
"Oh well, it is now called Chateau d'Evans, and I think that would be our best bet with a large group like this. I'll go home and let my wife know. I'm sure she'll enjoy having guests while our new manor is built. You know since Mum and Da decided to sell the old Evans Farm in Hogsmeade, you know I think a pub was built on part of that land by the name of the Three Broomsticks. Thankfully, magic takes less time to build, so we will hopefully be moved in before the start of Hogwarts on September 1st."
A/N: Another idea that I had. I don't think there is a story out there where Harry raises Tom Riddle as his son. Think about how Tom being raised by a loving family might affect the person he becomes. Not to mention the changes that occur from adding some of Harry's genetics.
***I made some changes to this chapter so it would go along with what I have written in the third chapter. Not to mention the review I received that stated people went along too much with my Harry. I tried to add some more background and understanding, which allows Harry to get away with what he does in this chapter and the next. I received a review stating that people were going along with Harry a bit too easily, so I decided to make it a bit more believable.