I Chapter One
Thatcher
"There's no freedom quite like the freedom of being constantly underestimated."
- Scott Lynch, The Lies of Locke Lamora
"It's not going to work," Thatcher sung from his place on Regulus's shoulder. Thatcher wasn't stupid, nor was he a care-free cat that ran around skiping and singing, no, he was much more complex. He claimed to be Salazar Slytherin, but he wasn't.
He had found Regulus for the soul reason to change the future, it didn't matter that he had been in the form of a cat for the last thirty years, or how his plans were on hold until the world least expected him to act.
With the flash of silver, both of them were consumed. They were shooting down a metal pipe at speeds that a muggle wouldn't be able to stand on a good day.
"It worked," Regulus hissed as the silver faded, and the field they had been standing in was back, but looking much different.
Thatcher rolled his eyes jumping from Regulus shoulder and heading in the direction of the road. "I knew that."
Their way to the small town was in silence, Thatcher was to bussy thinking of the future and Regulus was wondering where they were in the past. Either noticed the sun sink below horizon, or just didn't care.
Turning and jumping back onto Regulus's shoulder he silently watched and they entered the town. It was similar to they way they had left in, Als' Pub still had the picture of the naked girl on the sign that hung above the entrance, her skin the same green-ish colour. Windel Wiker looked to be brand-new, the faded wood was shining from a fresh polish.
"We went quite a bit back," Thatcher mused, snickering.
Regulus ignored his companion, opting to snatch a news paper off a near by bench in hopes that it could give him the date.
August 3 1994
"We might just be able to do something!" Thatcher crowed, digging his claws through Regulus' cloak and into his shoulder.
"Stop it," Regulus growled in annoyance, swating the cat off his shoulder. "You can be a real pain, you know that?"
"Are we going to go or what?" Thatcher asked his voice dropping three octaves.
Regulus rolled his shoulders, "Hogsmeade then?"
Thatcher disappeared without a noise, Regulus hesitated for a moment. "I never knew cats could Apperate," he shrugged, Thatcher was no normal cat, if he knew anything.
I'm going to try and post every monday, and the farther we go the longer the chapters get. The few first ones I'm just getting into the swing of it.
Thank you for reading,
somedayisours