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"Talking"

'Thinking'

{Talking on the fireplace/Two-way mirror}

–Parseltongue–

Thinking in 3rd person POV/Dream/Memory/Flashback/Others

Letter/Journal/Book/Newspaper

Time change/Date of time

Change of POV

Chapter XVIII

–Day Time–

Monday, July 24 1995

HJP's POV

After the whole Aurors fiasco if Harry thought that the Ministry and Dumbledore would stay away he was long mistaken. Didn't take long for Harry to be called to the Ministry of Magic with the Lestranges for a health check-up to verify that the Lestranges weren't mistreating him, not even a week later. Harry got pissed when the Healer that they called tried to do a 'thorough' check-up and when the Healer tried to call the Aurors to keep him still to force him under the test he stormed, his magic attacking both the Healer and Aurors.

"I'm Freaking Gay! Me Getting It Up The Ass Doesn't Give You The Right To Test Me Down There!"

Before the Aurors could react back, Madam Bones run inside and protected Harry's body with hers.

"This persecution has gone too far!" The woman snapped. "Let's go, Heir Potter, this forceful check-up is illegal." She added and helped Harry put on his robe, before leaving with him.

"Madam Bones…" Harry started, only to find Rita Skeeter with a camera by her side. The woman looking back with an obvious 'Can I?'. Harry sighed and nodded, the woman smirked and entered, taking pictures of what happened inside. "Rita!" The blonde stopped to look back. "Lestrange Manor in an hour, no Quick-Quotes Quill."

The journalist nodded back with a known smirk. Madam Bones stayed quiet over the whole conversation and then took Harry towards where the Lestranges were being interrogated over Harry's scars.

"I've told you already that those scars come from the Muggles where our son lived-at before I rescued him and…"

"Enough lies!" The Auror snapped.

Harry groaned and entered the room. He raised his hand and a wave of magic rose with it, before Harry slapped his hand on the Auror's table, creating a magic wave that threw every standing person and every heaped paperwork to the floor. Everyone stared at him surprised from their fallen place.

"Uncle Vernon beat me so badly on the first day after I returned from the train that I was dying! Lord Lestrange found me because of a house-elf's help. Just like in the summer after my first-year when a house-elf used magic to pretend to be me to get me expelled. You guys never listen unless what you want to listen! I might have magic… but in the Muggle World? I'm not allowed to use it, so obviously if my relatives raise their hands that I'll go down! Bloody Hell! I was raised having to learn to be a house-elf and how to properly clean-up, cook and garden or I'd get no food and be beaten up!"

Lord Jeremiah stood from the chair and then run towards Harry, grabbed Harry's wrists and looked him directly in the eyes.

"Focus on me. Breath in and out." Harry obeyed and his magic started going under control. "Try to pull it inside."

Harry did his best to obey and eventually his magic started going back inside. The Aurors stood, as if before they couldn't, and looked back unsure. A man left an office inside the Auror's office.

"Madam Bones, from what you saw, have the Lestranges acted out of hand with Heir Potter?"

"No, Scrimgeour. Actually, if you were looking, Lord Lestrange just did the father calming aura on Heir Potter. It wouldn't be possible if the child wouldn't accept the adult as family."

All the Aurors got ready to argue but their boss, Scrimgeour, barked at them.

"Lord and Lady Lestrange, take your child home and if my men ever try to separate you three again you have my approval to throw them out your Manor and if they are doing it outside, then to remind whoever dares to pull it off: that he has to deal with me directly."

Every Auror tensed, looking at their boss. The Lestranges nodded at the boss and then walked with Harry out.

"Can he actually do that?"

"He is the Head Auror." Lord Jeremiah agreed.

"Like a Director." Lady Alexa offered and Harry nodded thankfully for the translation.

"I…" Harry blushed at finding Rita Skeeter waiting for them by the floo room to leave the Ministry of Magic. "I told her to meet us in an hour at the Manor… which I guess that it was around half-hour ago."

Lord Jeremiah nodded.

"I'll talk with her as you two go ahead." He agreed. "Someone needs to warn our guest to don't be there."

"I'm sorry." Harry mumbled.

"Don't worry." Lady Alexa argued and then entered the fire first, only for Harry to go right after. He left at Lestrange Manor, only for Voldemort to be the one helping him up. "My Lord, I'm sorry but you need to go into your quarters with Nagini." Lady Alexa put in.

"Why is that?" Tom demanded as his magic restrained Harry's.

"I told a journalist to make me an interview here." Harry mumbled ashamed.

Tom looked back at Harry before he nodded, as if remembering something.

"Come to my quarters when you are done, I'll control your magic while you nap in my bed."

Harry nodded thankfully and the older male left. The teen looked at Lady Alexa uncertain.

"Once Rita prints the column that Healer who was checking me up and the Aurors he called for help will be dead." He argued.

"I'll warn Jeremiah and the other Knights to speak with him to keep him away from the newspaper's column." The woman offered. "If he does it it'll call attention. Unwanted attention both to you as Serpens and to him being back."

Harry nodded and then Lord Jeremiah arrived with Rita Skeeter.

"Always a pleasure, Harry."

Harry huffed.

"Before we start: Hermione might have told you to stop writing instead of reporting you being an illegal Animagus." He started, making Lord and Lady to look back surprised and then turn towards the blonde journalist with a raised eyebrow. "But you know the alliances that my adoptive parents have and to whom."

"Indeed." Rita agreed, eyeing the couple unsure.

"Let's put this like this. You write anything that makes me look in a bad light ever again… and you will wish for Azkaban."

Rita paled drastically.

"You are Light. Your Core…"

"Technically you are right. But I happen to know a white-skinned, red-eyed man who is as Dark as it can be."

Rita gulped loudly, before she turned towards Lord Jeremiah.

"I take it you'll see the finished result before I'll post it." She asked as if to make sure and Lord Jeremiah nodded his consent. "Good, then we don't have nothing to worry about. Shall we?"

Harry groaned but walked to the living room for his interview.

–SYiaS–

Wednesday, July 24 1957

Harry woke up with lips on his. He opened his eyes to find his young Tom smiling back.

"Sorry." Harry mumbled groggily.

"Don't worry. You are here now and that is all that matters."

Harry smiled back and then frowned at what he was being offered, only to find a tiara.

"Wha…?"

"Ravenclaw's diadem."

Harry's eyes grew and put on his glasses to really look at the diadem.

"You did it!"

"Last night." Tom agreed ecstatic. "I've found it. At last!"

"That's great news!"

Tom nodded and then raised an eyebrow.

"Were you intending on teasing me with those clothes? Or lack thereof?"

Harry frowned and looked down, only to realize that since the Healer that he had spent the rest of the day in nothing but a black robe and underwear on. Right… and he had even given an interview and taken pictures for said interview like this.

"Do you have anything around my size?" He asked instead of answering.

Tom scoffed amused.

"Let me ask just this, how many people did see you like this?"

"I fear that the entire Wizardry World."

"Now that is quite the claim. I can't wait to be there to know the real reason and how you managed such a fit." Tom put in and moved away towards the hotel's wardrobe, picked a backpack with a SB engraved in it and returned, offering it. "There. I have all your belongings in there."

Harry nodded thankfully and opened it, looking for some trousers. Finally, he dressed himself.

"Thank you."

Tom nodded.

"Don't worry. Next year we'll be back in England."

"So, no more sleeping in bad hotel's mattresses?" Harry asked, making the older snort.

"I don't know if I'll return to Black Manor." Tom argued. "Why? Do you want to do It in my old room at Black Manor?" He asked amused. "Because you only slept in it once. The first night when you were attacked by your blasted Muggles."

Harry scoffed.

"I'm just tired of doing it in bad beds. Besides your back must be beyond sore from all these years sleeping in them."

Tom smiled amused.

"I'll warn Lord Arcturus that I'll be moving back to England."

"Which one is that?"

"Lord Sirius' son, father of Orion and Lucretia. Brother to Regulus and Lycoris."

Harry nodded. There were too many Blacks in this timeline. Which was strange considering how they got practically extinct.

–SYiaS–

Tom took Harry outside and the two sat on an inn's outside tables, siting towards the east as the light started showing on the sky.

"Tom…"

"We have one hour. We are ahead from English time." Tom argued and they stayed as the sun rose up.

Not because any of the two missed the sun, but because in this timeline none of them had seen the other during the day.

Tom smiled as the sun touched Harry's skin.

"I was right. When the sun touches your black hair it sprinkles red." He put in proudly.

Harry snorted and let Tom watch him as the sun rose. Their first official day time. The issue was… they stayed too long.

Harry fell with his ass on the floor as he arrived '95, to realize one single issue. He was still in Albania.

Bollocks!

(TBC)