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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

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If you are against it, then just pretend Harry and Tom end happily ever after and move on.

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Chapter XXII

–Birthdate–

Sunday, 30 July 1995

HJP's POV

After Regulus' death Tom moved out Black Manor. Harry guessed that there had been some massive argument over Serpens getting Regulus' entire legacy. Voldemort, since their argument that dreaded morning, was walking on eggshells around Harry and Harry let him. The raven-haired teenager was still mad at the older for daring to be jealous of someone who had never lived because he was stuck loving someone who had never loved back.

Harry accepted the parchment from Madam Bones as she came for a visit that afternoon.

"Money?" He asked while looking up, confused.

"For the defamation." Madam Bones explained. "Minister Fudge would either apology and give you the defamation money or he'd be voted out by the Wizengamot."

Harry sighed and gave Lady Alexa the parchment, who saved it on her handbag.

"Will he do a public apology?" He wondered. "Before you argue I didn't ask for hush money, you're the one who assumed it. I prefer an apology to money."

"Don't you need the money?" The woman asked surprised.

Harry raised an eyebrow.

"My parents were rich. My godfather is rich and I am technically his Heir. Lupin ain't rich and, even if he had money, I'd refuse it. I'm also Peter Pettigrew's Heir which I believe he must have a good sum in his family accounts. There's also the Lestranges…"

Madam Bones turned deep red.

"My son Harry has a vast amount of inheritances and he has not mentioned all of them yet." Lady Alexa agreed. "Harry, do you wish me to deposit this in your fellow wolf-father's vault?"

Harry nodded and could see Sirius in his dog-form struggling not to snicker at how much Lupin would've argue. Harry stood and opened the door to the living room.

"Excuse me, Madam Bones… Sirius, walk!"

The massive black dog stood in a hurry and practically galloped out the room as if he was a real dog.

"Walk?"

"The house-elves will guide the dog to the gardens and let it do it's necessities." Lady Alexa supplied to the confused Madam Bones.

"Oh… of course."

"The way it was whining" Harry mentally added 'snickering' "Sirius needed his walk." He explained before approaching the window and looking outside towards the sunset. He didn't have that much time.

"Do you have something planned?" Madam Bones asked knowingly.

Harry blushed.

"Well… it's my birthday at midnight so I booked up a night out with a friend."

The woman smiled and nodded.

"I know that I said that I trust the way the Lestranges are raising you as I can clearly see improvement in you, but I would like for your 'friend' to pass by my office one of these days." She put in. "And, even if you trust him, do remember to use protection. You are still only making 15-year-old after all."

Harry frowned confused. Protection? Like sexual transferred sickness? What was the woman expecting? For Tom to give Harry AIDs? Hell! If that was to happen it would've already happened! And even if Harry bottomed it's not like he could get pregnant so it wasn't like it really mattered! Besides… for as much as Harry snapped, Tom kept coming inside so… Harry shrugged mentally as the two women left the room together.

–SYiaS–

Tuesday, 30 July 1963

HJP's POV

Harry fell on his ass as he showed not on Tom's bedroom but on the drawing room just like he had been in the future. Like for real? These problems hadn't happened when he was inside Hogwarts!

Tom came at the sound only to smirk amused as Winky helped Harry on his feet.

"Something happened?"

"Social Services." Harry grumbled. "Left not even five minutes ago."

"That was calling it close." Tom agreed and approached, pulling Harry's face into a kiss. "Come. You asked for me to have the ingredients ready to bake a cake… Winky spent all year teaching me how not to blow up the cooking utensils."

Harry snorted and followed Tom towards the kitchen in the small house that Tom had acquired in Isle of the Blessed after leaving Black Manor. It had two bedrooms on the first-floor, besides an office room – where Tom had his own desk, each of the bedroom had a private bathroom except for the office. On the ground floor was kitchen, dining room, drawing room and the master room.

The two entered the kitchen and Tom guided Harry towards the kitchen aisle.

"Then, what do you want to bake?"

"Well… I'm always missing your birthdays…"

"Serpens…" Tom started to argue.

"So, I thought that we could at the least celebrate my fifteenth."

Tom's eyes grew and then he nodded with a smile.

"Are you already 15 or are yet to make?"

Harry went to answer and then remembered how Voldemort knew that Harry Potter was born on the 31st of July.

"That's spoilers' territory."

Tom groaned only to then frown.

"Wait, my older-self know your future-self?" Harry smirked and pretended to sew his lips. "I can't wait to be the myself from the future so I can be there with you."

Harry scoffed but didn't reply. After all… wasn't Voldemort avoiding Harry because of Harry's anger at his jealously?

Tom approached Harry and pulled his face up into a massive kiss.

"Happy birthday." He whispered against Harry's lips.

Harry blushed but nodded. It wasn't exactly midnight yet, but Tom didn't know so it already counted.

"You know… you are the second person to actually wish me happy birthday, letters not included." He said after a while of baking, Harry pretending not to see Winky stopping Tom from messing the cake (without the other meaning to do that) several times. "The first-time was when I was introduced to magic. 11."

"So, a Professor." Tom put in.

"At the time he was not yet a Professor. But by my timeline he has become one."

Tom scoffed.

"Now that is spoiler territory."

"Want to know something even more amusing? I met you that day and none of us even knew it."

Tom looked back and Winky had literally to take over for him as Tom froze, staring at Harry.

"I'm 36-year-old… you once said after the II Wizardry War… actually it's a good thing my other-self didn't recognize you. Because if I did, I really would be a paedophile!"

Harry scoffed but didn't comment about that.

(TBC)

If you haven't read the warnings of this fic and a certain Slash aspect of fanfic is against your approval, please go read it first in the first chapter of this fanfic.

If you are against it, then just pretend Harry and Tom end happily ever after and move on.

I'm too tired to have to explain myself to anyone who doesn't bother reading warnings or that a fic is based on a certain anime or not

~Isys