II Chapter Two

Regulus

"Great heroes need great sorrows and burdens, or half their greatness goes unnoticed. It is all part of the fairy tale."
- Peter S. Beagle, The Last Unicorn

Across from him was twinkiling-eyed Dumbledore, or as Thatcher practically screamed outside the Headmasters door, "that damn twinkly-eyed freak."

There were three options, one) Dumbledore didn't care, two) the man was really stupid and didn't hear Thatcher, or three) he was silently plotting their deaths for calling him a "twinkly-eyed freak."

Regulus hopped for all of their sakes it was the first.

"Time travel..." Dumbledores eyes flashed to Thatcher and narrowed. "And why should-"

Thatcher jumped in front of him, looking up into the elderly mans eyes and spoke, "did you know I'm Salazar Slytherin?"

Dumbledore blinked down at the cat, before looking back up at Reuglus. "You will be assistant Dark Arts Professor. I believe you did extraordinarily well in those classes."

Regulus nodded, eyes lingering on Thatcher as the cat jumped off Albus's desk and followed Regulus as he turned to leave the room.

"You will be working with Alastor Moody," Albus said just as the door closed.

Thatcher snickered, "now this will be fun."

Regulus didn't know what to do, he had weeks before anything started, and he wasn't sure what happened to him in this dimension. Even if he had only travelled back in him, Thatcher had said that Time-Travel was impossible and he was simply jumping though dimensions, falling in around the time he wanted to travel to.

For all he knew instead of faking his death and hiding out so Tom Riddle wouldn't kill him again, he could be really dead. Or not immortal like he was now, his soul bound to the ring on his finger didn't happen in this world.

How would people react to the boy who should have died fifteen years ago, alive and had the look as if he was eighteen. Would this worlds Tom try to blast him into oblivion like the other one had, or would he try to figure out how Regulus became immortal?

Regulus sighed, rolling off the bed that had been given to him for his time as Professer Wild, and headed out of his room to the Great Hall. It had been year since he had seen the place, and the last time it had been destroyed.

Regulus stopped just outside the doors, the other teachers would be there, how would they react?

Regulus shook his head, they wouldn't see through the Polyjuice potion that Albus had gave him, unless the person was Alastor Moody, who would go after Albus before him. Regulus mental shook himself as he rested his hand on the door. His heart beating like a drum in his ribcage he pushed open the door.

I'm bad with grammar when it comes to 's or s or s' I don't know, okay? I was camping all last week so I'm behind but I love writing this story so it's all good, next chapter will be extra long to make up for these short ones.

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somedayisours