Previously:

He rolled his eyes at me in response and kissed me again, this time the passion hidden before at full front.

"Let's go back to school before I do something that gets us both into deep trouble." He muttered, pulling back to the school, as he pulled both our hoods on.

Now:

Tom led me back to the Gryffindor Tower and waited until after I went so that he could leave. Soon as I went into the girls' dormitories a residual throbbing on my head began to rear its ugly head. I showered quickly and pulled my night dress on not bothering to dry my hair.

I felt consciousness leave me as soon as my head hit the pillow, but unlike other times, I felt a weird sensation in the pit of my stomach, feeling as if I'd been sucked into something. The feeling changed, it was not as if I was falling down a bottomless pit. I felt myself try to grab something as I fell into nothingness.

When my eyes began to open I realized that I was no longer in the year 1953 but in fact twenty years later, in 1997.

At first I couldn't believe it but then I realized that it was me.

It was later afternoon, I was cleaning and cooking when I had the sudden urge to hurry up.

I had just finished cooking, the muggle way, when I heard three purposeful, sharp knocks on the front door. I sighed tiredly, wiping my hands on the rag that was on the kitchen counter, before I quickly made my way to open the front door. When I did I saw the last person, I wanted to see there.

"Hello Anna. Or should I call you Sophia now?" He asked, as he stepped into the house slowly.

I felt my heart begin to race as he stepped closer to me, the blood in my body beginning to pump faster through my veins. My eyes widen as big as an owl's, as I heard the bus pull up to the house, dropping of Mia Adley Marie and Tom Arlo. Their footsteps running up the path that lead to our house.

"T-Tom? Wah- Wha-what a-are you doing here? H-how'd you find me?" I asked, backing up further into the house as he stepped close to me.

"Did you honestly think that I wasn't going to look for you? Why did you leave me? How could you leave me? Why didn't you tell me that you were pregnant with my child? Answer me." He demanded, his voice sharp and his green eyes glowing serpent-like. I took in his features, he still had the same handsome face as he did when we met. The only difference was that all his features were sharpened. Broader, somehow.

"I-I told you to make a choice between us or your power-hungry revenge against the Riddles and the rest of your biological family. You made it. So, why look for me? What could you possibly want now?" I asked, as both of the kids came rushing into the house looking for me.

"Mummy? Mummy, you won't believe what happened today! Adley and I saw something so cool a sna- ahh!" Arlo called, from the door, freezing where he stood.

"Honey, take you sister and go to your room. Now." I ordered calmly, my sight never leaving Tom's face.

I saw him turn to look behind him to where Arlo stood, Adley peeking from behind Arlo's shoulders at Tom. I listened quietly as they both quickly made their way up the stair, a door slammed a moment later, and a lock click a second later.

"Anna, I left everything that I had planned, everything that I ever knew for you. What made you think that I chose otherwise?" He asked exasperated, turning to look back at me after the kids disappeared up the stairs.

"Bellatrix, convinced me..." I sighed unable to finish, not looking at him. I kept my eyes on the pattern on the rug, seeming

I looked up at him, and noticed four things happen.

One, his eyes began to get that serpentine glow again.

Two, his fist clenched tightly on his lap, so tightly that the skin on his knuckles began to turn white.

Three, his jaw clenched and unclenched as he began to grind his teeth together hard.

Four, I knew someone was about to die. I honestly hoped it wasn't me or any of my kids.

"Are you certain of this?" He asked, looking back into my eyes; probably trying to see if I was lying to him.

I felt my heart pick up speed once more and this time I hope I survived as I felt myself being pulled into a vision, a big one.

"Anna?!" I heard Tom say before I was pulled into the vision, everything around me disappearing.

Vision:

Screams. All around me there were screams, all kinds of screams. Screams of agony, screams of pain, cackles, snorts of some kind. Yet everything looked blurry. The only thing I could make out was a possible location.

It looked like a dreary manor. A mansion maybe?

The voice sounded familiar. Slowly as ever I began to make sense of it.

The cackle was Bellatrix, the snort was Rodolphus Lestrange, she ended up marrying the oaf. To my utter disappointment. She deserves better.

"Ah. You finally located where she has been hiding out? Oh, how delightful." He said in a sarcastic voice.

"My Lord, I would like to volunteer personal to complete this task." Bellatrix said in an even voice, though I could still detect nervousness under the cool tone.

"I would gladly let anyone do it but I feel that have to go and get her. She's the key to us winning this war, or losing." Tom said, he looked the same slightly older, but still surprisingly handsome.

"Will the Lady be coming back here or will you be taking her somewhere away from here?" She asked, wondering.

"No. We will come back here." He said, harshly.

"Shall I get a room prepared?" She asked, offhandedly.

"No. This meeting is over. I shall be back as soon as possible." He said, stand.

When he did his black cloak flowing behind him, he left black smoke standing in the place where he once stood.

I snapped out of the vision when I felt a cold hand on my forehead. I flinched back slightly, opening my eyes to meet a cold hard stare.

I knew that I had interfered on Tom's quest to learn about horcruxes, leading to him never finding out how to make one. Or rather the main point to creating one. Murder, along with another unspeakable act. I wasn't about to tell him.

"Good, you're awake." He said, moving from his place near me and walking to the couch across the room before sitting down.

"Care to elaborate on what you meant by what you said earlier... Explain something else to me. How is it that you swore you loved me, yet you were able to move on and...and have kids? Where is your lover?" He asked, a hidden emotion flashing briefly in his dark forest green eyes.

"Which part?" I asked, in an emotionlessly.

"Just the two questions I just asked you." He said, deadpanned.

"Its been exactly eleven years, Tom. You were good at ever class when we were at school so how is it that simple mathematical equation has escaped your notice?" I asked him sarcastically, already knowing the answer.

"You...disappeared from the face of the earth almost a few hours after we fought to protect Hogwarts. Meaning...that when you left you weh- were- you were already pregnant." He finished, in realization.

"Indeed. Think about it Tom, you, yourself said you didn't want children. That children were a waste of time, air and space. I didn't tell you because I feared you would want to get rid of them." I explained, not meeting his eyes.

I looked out of the window, realizing for the first time that when Tom arrived here it was a quarter to three, it was now almost half past eight in the evening and my children hadn't eaten yet.

"I'll finish this discussion later. The children need to be fed their dinner." I said, getting up and walking towards the kitchen to warm up the food had made for the children when they got home from school.

"So, you're telling me that I missed eleven years of my children's lives because you were scared I wouldn't want them?" Tom clarified incredulously.

"You said it yourself. How do you tell someone that they are going to have something that they didn't want in the first place?" I questioned, not looking up from my task at hand.

"Quit being such an oversensitive bitch. You hid my children from me for eleven years!" He growled at me, his jaw set, and his fist clenched again.

"I may be a sensitive bitch, but tell me how would have you reacted if I had gone up to you? Tell me. Let's pretend that its 1978 again. I walk up to you and say, I don't know...

Get naked, get wild, I'm pregnant with your child. How do you even reveal something like that? How would you have reacted?" I asked as I finished serving my kids their meals.

"Think about it while I get our children. You know, you never knew about them but they certainly know about you." I said, as I walked into the hall and up the stairs.

When I reached their room, the door was still locked, I quietly mumbled, waving my hand, "Alohomora." The lock clicked and I smiled as I opened the door.

Adley was laying down with her legs on the wall reading Hogwarts: A History and Arlo was concentrating really hard on the trash bin that was by their desk. I realized a moment later that he was trying to make it burst into flames, he succeeded. Much to my annoyance.

"Tom Arlo Riddle. What did I say about making things burst into flames?" I scolded.

"To not to..." He mumbled, sheepishly.

I rolled my eyes at him, "Dinner is ready. Sorry if it is a tad late. Our company surprised momma." I explained as we made our way back into the kitchen.

Tom was nowhere to be seen, he was still in the house, I could feel his presence lurking. A moment later, he stepped back into the kitchen, his expression unreadable.

"You were right, even though you were being sarcastic, I probably wouldn't have reacted well to the news. History can't be changed but we can try to make a better future." He said, pursing his lips.

I looked up at him as I served two more plates, I nodded in response handing him the plate. "Eat. You look like death warmed over." I ordered, looking at him from head to toe.

"Bitch." He muttered under his breath.

I narrowed my eyes at him as he sat down, hexing him with babbling curse. Giggling when he almost bit his tongue as he kept muttering under his breathe. He narrowed his eyes at me and smirked as he began to raise his hand in the air.

No Dark Magic! I said pushing through his mind barrier, causing him to roll his eyes at me.

Alright, alright. He replied, scowling.

We explained everything to the children, informing them that Tom is their father, putting them to bed an hour later.

When I walked back into the living room Tom was waiting for me. He looked up as I stepped into the room and quickly made his way over to me, before he crashed his lips on mine harshly, and held me close to his body.

I noticed that his body had changed through the years, it was now leaner a bit more muscular. His cool lips still held that tenderness they held each time he kissed me back then.

Time seemed to cease as the night went on. The only thing we managed to agree on was that it had been to long and that in the physical aspect we both changed, for good, though he didn't seem to mind much.