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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 XXVII
–Albania–
Friday, August 18 1995
HJP's POV
Harry smiled at Madam Bones as the woman came to check-up on him.
"I heard that Dolores Umbridge approved an illegal Ward Breaking and attack on you."
"Technically Minister Fudge himself did and she limited to do what he told her to do." Harry argued. "Besides the fact that Aurors put trackers on my belongings without permission. My lover had to take my own new glasses that he'd bought me away because Aurors tracked me down into the middle of an Inn and tried to demand entrance. As it was an illegal raid Lord Nott sent them on their way."
The woman gasped and turned to look at Lady Lestrange, who nodded back with an angry look.
"I will look into it." She agreed. "Do you have any idea why Professor Dumbledore has brought into my attention that you intend on dropping out of school?"
"Professor Dumbledore has an inner vendetta against my lover." Harry agreed. "I intend on continuing to study but like me and my new father has been discussing, it is the opposite of a good idea to do it inside the same school of the man who keeps insulting my lover and accusing him of doing things that there's no way he can do."
Madam Bones hummed.
"Who is this famous lover? You have yet to introduce us."
"He is an English whose father enrolled in Durmstrang School because of Professor Dumbledore's constant persecution." Lady Lestrange explained. "I should have done the same with my own children because of the way he kept picking in on them for being my husband's children."
"Oh… so you met him during the Three Wizards Tournament?" The woman asked Harry, who nodded. "Just how important is this Young Wizard?"
Harry frowned and then raised his hand to show his ring finger. The woman sputtered as Lady Lestrange smiled amused.
"Important enough that he gave me his Family Ring."
"Then he is a Pureblood?"
"Technically he is a Halfblood." Lady Lestrange argued. "So as you can believe there's no real reason for Professor Dumbledore to hate him except prejudice against Family Inheritance."
"May I see the Family Crest?"
Harry looked at Lady Lestrange who nodded, so he offered the hand to let the woman look it up. Only for a massive gasp to leave the woman.
"Peverell." Lady Lestrange agreed when Madam Bones looked up at her as if to ask it out. "Which means that the Headmaster owns an heirloom of the Family Inheritance."
"Illegally." Madam Bones whispered and then nodded at Harry, who retrieved his hand.
"Professor Dumbledore doesn't know of my relationship nor does he need to know who I date or not. Or if I want to leave Hogwarts and be home-schooled instead. He is not my relative nor my Magical Guardian to tell me what to do. And, even when he was my Family Lord, he never did his job so…" Harry shrugged.
"You must really love Lord Peverell then." Madam Bones put in.
Harry narrowed his eyes and then smirked.
"Next time you tell a teenager to be careful? Explain about the possibilities of male pregnancies."
Madam Bones' eyes grew and then she snorted.
"I guess that answers my question then." She agreed.
–SYiaS–
Wednesday, August 18 1982
HJP's POV
Harry arrived in a forest and he sighed as he realized what it meant. Before he could react, Nagini was hurrying to his side and stroke at something over his shoulder. Harry looked to see her swallow in one go a massive feline-like wild animal.
–Thanks. Where is Tommy?–
Nagini directed with her head towards the other side, so Harry walked away from the just fed massive snake. As thanks as he was for the back-up, that was still an image he didn't need in his mind. He found Tom's ghost-like form hovering by the side. With a sigh, Harry offered his hand. Confused, the other took it only for its soul to enter Harry and, in no time, Harry felt his presence beside his own mind.
'If you walk down the path, you'll find a motel. It's safe and they accept British Galleons.' Voldemort's voice offered from inside Harry's mind.
Harry obeyed, picked his new wallet and paid a one-bed room, before climbing into his room.
"Stay inside. I can handle one night with you in there without it affecting me." Harry offered. "I asked Healer Dolohov a couple days ago."
Voldemort's mind hummed and Harry sat on the bed, not knowing what to do.
'Did you know? That I would end like this?'
"You know that I do." Harry agreed, doing his best not to think of Professor Quirrell and the way he would look like he was speaking to himself.
It made so much sense now.
'If you could why didn't you change it?'
Harry knew that it was Tom's inner-thoughts speaking, but it still hurt.
"If I told you, would you have not gone after the Potters?" He argued.
'Yes.'
"Then you know why I couldn't tell you."
Even as a bodiless mind inside his own head, Harry still heard him sigh.
'I wish you wouldn't need to see me like this.'
Harry didn't reply, knowing that it wasn't a question meant to be answered.
–SYiaS–
Saturday, August 19 1995
HJP's POV
Harry woke in the same room he had been in the past, only this time Tom was sitting on the bed by his side. Harry looked at him confused.
"I already booked the room and we will stay here for the next week. It's easier than to constant traveling you back into Lestrange Manor."
"Oh… thanks."
"And it's safer than for you to appear in the middle of the forest. Nagini told me what she did. It's a miracle that she found you in time back then."
"Well… from now on your soul form will wait for me in this motel, won't he?" Harry argued and Tom nodded. "Then there's no need to worry. I just need to be in the floo room or the lobby when I move back to be able to book up the room or…"
"Old Winky has already booked up this exact bedroom until the end of this month one night a year and Cousin Walburga (Lady by the time this happened) has paid in advance for it. The workers will expect for someone to be in the room during the nights that you are in the past. Winky has done it in a way that my past-self wouldn't know when it would stop happening and for how long it would happen."
Harry sighed and nodded. There was a knock on the bedroom door.
"Sir, a female House-elf claims that you ordered breakfast for two?"
Harry stood and went to open the door, accepted the two trays and then closed the door, only for Voldemort to grab one of the trays.
"Winky is babying me." Harry grumbled as he the older checked both trays for any curse or poison.
"Remind me again who was it that would skip meals and I would have to ask Winky to fetch you food while I was still in the orphanage?" Voldemort argued and Harry turned deep red. "We have a very good reason to be overbearing."
Harry blushed and nodded.
"And yet you still fell in love with me."
Tom looked back from the trays and then smiled back.
"As I've told you before. You are one of a kind." He agreed.
(TBC)