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Privet Drive, Little Whinging

August 1st, 1980

Arriving at the main street entrance of Privet Drive, Nicolas began his walk down the sidewalk, skipping lightly along the way. He was really doing it, the plan was finally taking action, he was almost bursting with excitement.

It was still early in the morning, dawn was far from near and the night sky twinkled still with stars. He knew that young Harry had been where he was left for more than 2 hours now.

As he approached Number Four he noticed what appeared to be a woven basket laying on the doorstep of the small suburban home. He found it quite silly that all the houses in the street looked almost identical, if not for a few changes to colours and gardening choices. Honestly, muggles could be so very bland at times. As he got closer he noted that it was a likely conjured basket and in it lay a small bundle wrapped in warming charms. It did sadden him so to see that the newborn had only been dropped off at a stranger's doorstep, but be that as it may, it made the job simpler for him.

"Hello, lil' Harry!" Nicolas said joyfully, placing a silencing and notice-me-not ward around them; it would do no good to be seen or heard by any of the residents.

Harry Potter stared up at the stranger with wide emerald eyes full of curiosity; as Nicolas leant down to pick him up, lil' Harry raised his chubby arms in agreement.

Nicolas chuckled to himself as he held Harry close to his chest, cradling his delicate head carefully, "Well, aren't you something? You'll do Tom Riddle some good, I'm sure of it."

He leant down and placed the newborn back into the basket. Standing upright, he took out his wand and levitated the basket to hover a few feet, he made sure to hold on to it as he spun in place and apparated back to the Manor.

Flamel Manor

August 1st, 1980

Perenelle sat in the sitting room reading her book as she heard the sharp 'CRACK' of apparition go off in the entrance hall followed by the familiar call of her soulmate, "Honey, I'm home!"

She sat by the fireplace as he entered the sitting room, a basket hovering beside him. She stood up to greet them, placing a leather bag she had packed with essentials on the coffee table. She had been looking through it to make sure it was ready before her husband arrived. Meeting them in the centre of the room, she beamed at the sight of the newborn. "May I hold him?"

"Of course you may, my love!" Nicolas exclaimed as he chuckled in delight, he took the newborn from the basket and gently placed him into his wife's waiting arms.

Perenelle sighed wistfully as she gazed down at the infant, she whispered lovingly, "He's gorgeous."

"Indeed, he is," Nicolas agreed as he observed them. Turning to the doorway, he explained, "I'll get the spell ready, make sure to dress him up in a cute lil' outfit and give him a warm bottle as I prepare."

Perenelle nodded and watched as Nicolas turned the rest of the way and proceeded to skip out of the room. She wasted no time in reverting her attention to the newborn in her arms, her and Nicolas had never been able to have children and knowing that she would soon be raising the infant as her own, be that in the past, made her heart warm with joy and love.

She wiped a few stray tears and swiftly got Harry dressed in a white, cotton long-sleeved bodysuit and brown overalls. She cooed at the sight of him, he looked absolutely adorable. Standing him up on her lap, she laid him in the crook of her left arm and fed him a warm bottle with her right. Once she had finished feeding him, she burped him and placed him in the basket. With a swish of her wand they were up and headed out of the room and down the stairs.

Once downstairs she turned and walked into a doorway leading down to the basement laboratory. With the basket of newborn following right beside her, she entered the room and was greeted with the sight of her husband placing the finishing touches on the ritual, jumping in excitement as he did.

"Pen, my dear! Come here, here." Nicolas chuckled happily as he directed her to the centre of the ritual, a grand circle with runes of chalk drawn inside.

She levitated the basket down and into the centre of the ritual, watching silently as Nicolas laid an envelope on the blankets. She stepped out of the ritual and watched with interest as Nicolas began to stretch.

"Are you ready to make history, my love?" Nicolas asked, grinning playfully as he hopped from foot to foot, wiggling his arms slightly.

"How could I not?" Perenelle answered amusedly.

"Touché," Nicolas replied, jokingly blowing her a kiss.

Nicolas turned his attention to the runic circle and plucked the leather bag from mid-air, effectively cancelling the levitation charm that was holding it up, and placed it next to the basket. Lil' Harry waved his arms around and gurgled happily as Nicolas pulled out his wand and began chanting while making a few exaggerated motions. Perenelle stood back and watched her soulmate, happy that he was enjoying himself so.

With a final loud chant, he raised his hands in the air and sharply moved his right arm down, flicking his wrist and effectively pointing his wand at the centre of the circle. The runes began to glow a bright golden colour, before flashing a pure white. By this point, Nicolas and Perenelle had covered their eyes and turned their heads away.

They waited for five seconds in silence and turned back to face the circle, and once they looked back; Harry Potter, the basket with the envelope, and the leather bag were gone. They waited with bated breath for a sign, proof that the ritual had succeeded, and after a few seconds that seemed to go on forever, there was another flash.

Uncovering their eyes after the bright light had faded away, they saw a small ripped piece of parchment in the centre of the runic circle. Nicolas jumped up and down in excitement and skipped over to pick up the parchment.

"What does it say, love?" Perenelle asked softly.

Nicolas read the parchment, giggled, and skipped back to his wife. He engulfed her in a hug and pecked her on the lips happily. Perenelle arched a dark brow, waiting expectantly. Not one to make his soulmate wait, Nicolas held up the parchment for her to read. Perenelle beamed as she read it; they had done it!

One tiny soulmate received!

Love,

Nicolas :D

Flamel Manor

January 13th, 1927

Nicolas could be seeing brewing a potion on his lab, a contemplative look on his handsome face. Hey, he may have been more than 600 years old, but he still looked like he was in his late 30's!

Anywho, he was busy contemplating his life. Don't get him wrong, it was great, but he hadn't done anything exciting in years.

As he was lost in his mind, a bright golden light began to build up in the middle of his lab. Looking up in shock, he wondered about it, the magical signature it carried was familiar.

The light built up and began to shine a brilliant white; covering his eyes, he looked away, he didn't want to go blind, after all. As he wondered what the hell was happening, he heard the soft giggle of an infant; it was beautiful, as if it were the child's first laugh. A fairy was just born, he thought to himself in amusement.

He turned his head back and walked towards the centre of his lab, where a runic circle had seemingly appeared out of nowhere, and a basket with a newborn child laid in its centre, wrapped in warm blankets and wearing the cutest little outfit.

He took note of the envelope laid on top and gingerly lent down to pick it up, keeping his distance from the baby for the moment. Almost immediately after he opened the envelope and touched the sheet parchment inside, memories from what could only be his future self and a grand plan flooded his mind.

As soon as he snapped into reality he gazed down at the newborn in awe. Man, he was awesome. Then again, he was the creator of the great Philosopher's Stone.

He kneeled down and carefully picked up the newborn, supporting its fragile little head, and snuggled him to his chest. Taking out his wand with his right hand, he levitated the basket and leather bag onto a tabletop. Cradling the infant in his left arm, he ripped off a corner of the sheet of parchment and wrote a short note to his future self, after that was done he dropped the parchment into the centre rune, sending it back eagerly.

Once that was over, he gazed down at Harry in his arm. Levitating the leather bag and basket behind himself, he skipped up the stairs, giggling along with the newborn.

"Let us go introduce you to your new mother, Harry!" Nicolas exclaimed cheerfully, a broad grin on his light tan features.

Harry giggled and hazily clapped his hands in agreement; he was having the best time!

Up the stairs in the sitting room in Flamel Manor was Perenelle Flamel; with her charcoal coloured hair, thin frame, freckles and youthful looks. She was sat by the fireplace, a book in her lap as she pondered what she would do this afternoon; maybe she should work on that new healing potion that had come out around a week ago, Skele-Gro was it?

Her thought process was interrupted by a cycle of thumping sounds coming from the staircase. This could only mean one thing; her dear Nicolas was skipping up the stairs again, she could only wonder what had him so excited this time around.

As she turned her head to glance at the doorway, her husband trampled into the room with a bundle in his arms and a leather bad and basket hovering after him.

"I introduce to you, our new son!" Nicolas exclaimed, sitting up the giggling bundle on his left arm and holding him up with his right.

"Son...?" Perenelle trailed off in awe, she had no words to express the multitude of feelings she was currently experiencing.

"Yep! Hold this," Nicolas requested, hovering a sheet of parchment in front of her. Tentatively, she plucked the parchment from mid-air and unceremoniously dropped it not half a second after, her mind filling with memories of her husband from a future time.

"I... He's truly ours now?" Perenelle asked, her voice hesitant; she still couldn't wrap her mind around it, she would really get the chance to raise a child as her own.

Nicolas nodded eagerly, rocking on the balls of his feet. "Yep! Isn't this exciting? We don't only get to raise a child, we also help the Wizarding World as we do it."

Perenelle smiled up at her husband, who moved and sat by her on the sitting room's carpet, handing her the still giggling bundle. Gazing down at the newborn, she found herself taking notice of the similarities between him and her and Nicolas. The infant had raven coloured hair, much like hers but a few shades darker, and fair skin with a light splattering of freckles over his nose. Looking into his sparkling emerald eyes, they very much resembled her Nicolas' own, but just a bit lighter. These similarities only cemented the thought of him belonging to her; this was her baby.

Glancing at her beloved soulmate, who was reading the parchment eagerly, her eyes teared up. Her Nicolas always found ways to make her happy.

Hearing her sniffle, Nicolas snapped his attention towards her and took note of the teary eyes with his own widening ones. Hesitating for a moment, he asked, "Do you not like him?"

Wiping her eyes she berated herself for giving him the impression of disliking the beautiful creature in her lap. She shook her head as she whispered breathlessly, "I love him. I love you."

Visibly relaxing, Nicolas grinned. He leant over and gave her a sweet kiss, "And I you."

Looking down at the newborn, whose gorgeous eyes had filled with curiosity, she asked her soulmate, "What are we to name him?"

Nicolas chortled and gave her a bright grin, answering with such confidence, one knew it was nought but the truth. "Why, his name is Harrison Nickelle Flamel, of course!"

"Harrison Nickelle Flamel... It's perfect." Perenelle whispered as she gazed down at the infant, who gurgled happily as he waved his chubby arms around, it was almost as if he understood. "Welcome to your new life, baby."