Lord Of Time

Chapter 97

January 10th 1960

"Morning," Hadrian murmured, as he padded out to the patio still a little sleepy after a good night's rest. He still didn't get it, how the more you sleep the more tired you become after wakening up. The smell of coffee sure did perk him up before Tom shook his head and pointed towards another cup, which he knew by now had decaf in it. "You do know in these times it's not a problem drinking coffee?" he grumbled in complaint, pointedly not pouting as he sat down…well, not visibly but there was little doubt Tom felt the pout through their bond.

"It's better to be safe," Tom replied, watching him avidly. No doubt his husband severely regretted telling him everything he had about the do's and do nots of being pregnant in his own time. The medical advances the world would undergo were massive, to put it lightly. Decaf coffee wouldn't be around or rather patented for at least another decade or so. The process had been rather straightforward once the House-elves got a hold of it. It now lacked much of its caffeine but retained its flavour. It had been fascinating overseeing he must admit. Hadrian got one cup in the morning but that was all he permitted himself, and all Tom did too. He would keep Hadrian on the straight and narrow even if Hadrian wavered.

Claiming the cup of coffee, Hadrian sat on the bench next to his husband and sighed softly as he leaned against Tom. He wasn't feeling very hungry, so he didn't even attempt to claim his plate. Plus, the House-elves were giving him weird meals, scrambled eggs and avocado's and fruit.

"Not feeling hungry?" Tom asked, amused, he still found it hilarious that no matter what Hadrian said to the House-elves they still continued to give him meals that were rich in protein and healthy for the baby without even considering Hadrian's likes and dislikes.

"There is an avocado cut up into my scrambled egg," Hadrian said dryly, "So, no, not hungry." In fact, it had made him feel even more sick if he was honest. "I'll try dry toast again, it worked yesterday." they hadn't told anyone he was pregnant yet, but the cat would be let out of the bag tonight at the ceremony that they were attending.

It had been quite a rocky few months; Tom had not taken the news well at all. In fact, when he came to, he'd been adamant that they didn't need another child. All but begged Hadrian to reconsider, asking if Fenrir wasn't enough…going so far as to suggest adoption but Hadrian had been adamant in his refusal. Tom, instead of saying something he'd regret had Apparated out of their home.

-0 Flashback 0-

For just a second, Tom was confused as to why exactly he was on the floor before he cottoned on. Eyes snapping open, he swiftly stood back up, his cheeks a little red as he listened to his husband giggling outrageously over his admittedly momentarily slip of composure. If fainting could be seen as a momentarily slip of composure that is. Tom would never see it as anything but. Narrowing his eyes, "It is hardly that funny, and if anyone finds out I'll make sure you live to regret it." warned Tom, Hadrian just giggled even more at the redness suffusing Tom's cheeks, he didn't need to feel the embarrassment through the bond to know how much Tom was reacting to fainting.

"I'm sure I will," Hadrian said after getting himself under control, Tom could threaten him all he liked, Hadrian could sense he didn't mean it. "But can you imagine their reaction?" he asked innocently enough causing Tom's glare to notch up from Defcon 4 to Defcon 1.

"I'll kill anyone you tell," Tom said seriously, he would not allow anyone to know or see him as vulnerable.

Hadrian huffed, "Take away my fun why don't you?" knowing Tom was actually probably serious…honestly, everyone knew he was human, just like the rest of them. His desire to see him elevated was ridiculous…but at least he got to see the real wizard under all that posturing. It warmed him that he got to see that, he was happy that Tom at least showed him and Fenrir his softer side, the real Tom.

"Were you serious?" Tom asked, staring at Hadrian with a look that caused a shiver to run down Hadrian's back.

Hadrian got the feeling that Tom wanted him to say yes, even though his husband knew he never joked around. Would never joke around about something so serious as family, since Hadrian had always had so little of real family in his life. He had no idea how Tom would react to this news, and quite frankly, Hadrian felt a twinge of worry shoot down his spine. "Very serious, Death confirmed it."

"But how?" Tom questioned, just as perplexed as him, as his mind reeled over the new information. Panic and fear began to grip him, he knew that Hadrian would not give up a chance to be a parent. He would keep the baby growing inside of him.

"I've had the ability all this time," Hadrian said softly, aware of all that Tom was currently feeling. He'd had all morning to come to grips with all that had been said, Tom would now need that time too. "Without Death…there can be no life." repeating what Death had said to him.

Tom clenched his hands into fists, "You need to get rid of it."

Hadrian wasn't surprised to hear those words; he also knew why. He hadn't been oblivious to Tom barely paid any attention to Imogen ever since the first time she got pregnant. Abraxas had been hurt by that, and quite a few times, Abraxas actually looked like he wanted to ask him why.

To Tom pregnancy was interwind with death.

His own mother had died giving birth to them, and since joining the magical world, he had to concede that not all women, witches, were weak. Not like he had believed of his mother for years. Then he (Hadrian) came along and made Tom see or rather feel that his mother's protection had stayed with him in the orphanage where he grew up. Blood wards, that only death magic and love could create. Out of fear for Tom's life if his grandfather or uncle found him. A half-blood as he was. They would have killed him.

"I'm sorry, but I'm not going to do that, I can't," Hadrian said with genuine regret that he couldn't take Tom's wants into consideration. Stepping forward, Tom took a step back, and Hadrian felt hurt radiate all the way down into his soul.

Tom swallowed thickly, feeling that agony as his own and guilt slithered in. "I can't lose you, not for something we can live without. We can adopt, isn't Fenrir enough?" desperation coating Tom's voice, terror of losing Hadrian so strong that it almost bowled Hadrian over…their heightened emotions not helping the situation at all.

"Nothing will happen to me," Hadrian said quietly, rubbing at his chest as if he could physically feel the emotions bleeding out of his chest and causing him actual pain.

Tom stared at Hadrian, realizing that his own wants and desires were not going to be taken into consideration here. Hadrian had already made up his mind. They always decided things together, it was what made their relationship so strong. Sure, they had small arguments here and there that were sorted with clear communication. Biting viciously on his tongue so that he did not end up saying something he couldn't take back, anger surging through him, he Apparated away from his home.

Leaving Hadrian standing there, devastated as the bond was closed up.

Tom reappeared in a desolate area that he had been surveying quite a while ago. Removing his wand, he began to blast trees, stumps, anything and everything unleashing his fury against the might of nature.

Trees were blasted to woodchips, the greenery going everywhere even into Tom's hair, but he didn't care.

Blast after blast, Bombarda after Bombarda left his wand, wood, grass, earth and flowers were destroyed. He was furious enough that he honestly would have killed anyone that crossed his path. Fortunately, for all concerned, nobody did come across Tom.

He was so very angry and upset with Hadrian, at the situation, at Death even. He continued on in this vein for over an hour, but the reality of it felt like two hours until he slumped down against a tree that had been safe from his wrath for the simple reason his back was to it.

Startling a bit when he felt sticky wetness on his cheeks, his fingers brushed against it, expecting his fingers to be bloody red upon looking at them. Instead, he found clear liquid, tears, Tom realized in disbelief. For the first time since he had found out what Horcruxes did, he wished he had created them in that one spiteful moment. Anything, anything would be better than feeling all these emotions. He loathed his lapse in composure, emotions like this were a weakness. Showed him that he was just like everyone else, and that he wasn't above everything as he liked to think.

Wincing a little as his mind shields were gotten around, if he didn't know any better, he would think Death was being vicious on purpose. He would have a headache for days now, he thought morosely, rubbing his temples.

'Humans, you're all the same' Death said with exasperation, unable to believe he was playing mediator of all things. It was fortunate that he loved Hadrian like a son, closest he'd ever get to one. 'Thinking they know what's bothering them, you need to look deeper into your own fears…you no longer fear death but loss,'

'Why did you do this? It will devastate Hadrian if anything happens!' Tom snarled furiously, regaining some of his former anger, but it sputtered out, he had utterly spent his anger earlier. 'When it happens!' he was smart enough to know that Hadrian was unique, that there wouldn't be immortality for anyone else except them. Not to mention whether Hadrian would survive the birth.

'Your mother died due to the fact that she didn't give birth in St. Mungo's, she was ill, malnourished and had a difficult birth something potions would have easily rectified.' Death said, almost callously. 'Her lack of magic did not help matters either. What magic she did have went on securing your future. Most women who die in childbirth, which is very rare indeed, in the magical world are due to complications brought on by inbreeding which severely weakens you. Now stop being a stubborn idiot and go back to your husband I won't allow anything to happen to him, it isn't his time.'

So, Hadrian had been right about that then, he'd known that, but now he really knew.

-0 End flashback 0-

Tom had listened, he had returned to Peverell-Slytherin manor, their home. It hadn't been smooth sailing; it had taken a week before the stubborn husbands had an honest and frank conversation. Tom had spent a lot of time outside of their home, continuing to enact their plans, including killing the opposition with what appeared as 'natural causes' during a dragon pox pandemic that had been unleased, all tracing back to the Ministry of magic. They had tried to stifle that news but had not succeeded, the Ministry did not look good at the moment.

Lyall Lupin had been one of the victims, and now Hope Lupin would have to raise her son on her own. Raise a wizard on his own, but given Remus' fate if his father had lived, it was better for all concerned.

Hadrian felt for Hope, he really did, being pregnant he sympathised, and was surprised that she hadn't given birth early when the news of her husbands' demise reached her. although, considering how early in her pregnancy she was, it was a good thing she didn't go into premature labour. He would never want to do this without Tom.

As in all things, when Tom became possessive…he did it to the extreme. Resignation gave way to greediness. The baby was part of him and Hadrian, something they'd created together. He'd read everything, prepared himself in all ways for anything that could come their way.

The knowledge that Hadrian wouldn't die had settled something within Tom in a way no other reassurance could have accomplished.

"Have you prepared your speech for tonight?" Tom asked quietly, not wishing to disturb the morning quietness. The only thing that could be heard besides the gentle but chilly breeze was the chirping of the birds. The beauty of magic was that they could enjoy these sights without getting cold.

"Yes, although I feel really bad," Hadrian said sipping his coffee, leaning his head against Tom's shoulder. Tom moved his arm around Hadrian's back and letting him rest more comfortably.

Tom scoffed, he had a different opinion on that, "How many lives have you saved by 'inventing' the potion?" he questioned, and he still felt bad? Honestly, he wasn't sure what to do with his husband sometimes. He used some spells without thinking, spells he most definitely hadn't created, used potions and spells in the books he wrote – which were all wildly popular by the way – but his passion would always remain healing.

"Hundreds maybe thousands," Hadrian conceded, "It still isn't right."

"If they're as smart and dedicated as you say, they'll invent something else in it's place." Tom replied, shrugging one shoulder so that he didn't dislodge Hadrian. He honestly couldn't care about nameless and faceless people in the future. He did care about Abraxas and the others who might pass due to Dragon Pox. The only one who had been safe from it had been Hadrian, who had been inoculated against it as a child and him after taking the potion Hadrian gave him after the first case cropped up. He'd never admit to caring about the others, he'd rather be put under the Cruciatus Curse. Bad enough that Death and Hadrian knew him so well. Still, Abraxas was the closest thing he had to a best friend, and he was very fond of Imogen, despite the fact he had sort of took a step back from that friendship.

"Maybe," Hadrian conceded, "Nothing I can do about it now, what's done is done." He had patented the potion, it wasn't about money for himself, but he still had so much he wanted to do, to accomplish in the magical world. Running an Orphanage – which would one day be changed – wasn't cheap, the clothes, food, library, Hogwarts tuition, spending money, potions, paying the caretakers, tutors and it was really, really expensive. He hadn't realized how expensive it was actually until the money was practically running out of the vault. Nothing he needed to be alarmed over really, he had more than enough coming in along with what he already had, and the bets, but he had to always make sure he made more than enough money to do everything. Plus, a political campaign cost just as much if not more so. Especially if Tom had anything to say about it, he would not tolerate failure.

He had a feeling the second he and Tom took a political move; things would heat up. They hadn't heard or seen Dumbledore since his release. He was too quiet, and Hadrian was quite frankly freaking the fuck out. Dumbledore didn't have it in him to slink away to lick his wounds…unless he'd been badly affected by the Dementors and was still mentally recovering…the only other option open to him was he was up to something.

Neither option would surprise him, so both were definitely on their guard outside the manor.

"I wonder if you'll still be this optimistic in a few decades time," Tom mused quietly into the morning.

"Probably," Hadrian said wryly, giving Tom a smirk, "Someone in this relationship has to be."

Tom laughed softly, "You'll find I am optimistic," he said in feigned haughtiness.

"Sure, you are," Hadrian said dryly, before inhaling sharply, "Did everyone accept their invites?" noticing the flapping of wings, as the owls descended to drop of their assortment of mail.

"I've got them," Tom stated firmly, standing up, "And yes, they're all confirmed for attendance. They've swindled Arcturus and Melania into babysitting tonight."

"Oh, I'd love to see how they managed that," Hadrian said in admiration, Arcturus Black was quite frankly one of the shrewdest men he'd ever met. He never agreed to something without looking out all angles. If it wasn't for the difference in ages, he would never have been able to tell any of the Blacks apart. Then again, most of the babies/children were actually going to be Black's. "But let me guess, the Malfoy's are going to be there." He grumbled unhappily. He had never liked Abraxas' parents; they were foul loathsome creatures.

"They would never miss an occasion to party," Tom said wryly, checking the mail for any harmful substances or spells. Many from the future, which gave them so many advantages over anyone's attempts to get rid of them. "Even if it's a celebratory occasion for you," the elder Malfoy's did not like Hadrian, at least they were subtle about it, but Hadrian? Didn't have a subtle bone in his body.

Returning to sit back down, he handed Hadrian's mail to him before absently beginning to go through his own. "Hopefully it's small intimate tables, I don't want to be sat next to them."

Tom arched a brow, "You'll be too busy talking to everyone to really pay much attention to them, regardless of where they are sat."

Hadrian grimaced, "Yeah, and lie my ass off about how I went about creating the Dragon-pox potion." The Ministry and the public believed that this was entirely Hadrian's creation, his and his alone. He was on the healer side of things, so it wasn't a stretch to think he would create something to help people. A never-ending list either, he was still trying to help the Greengrass family curse and not to mention finally clinch that Anti-Cruciatus draught. New potion ingredients and uses were being found constantly, so it was just a waiting game, followed by experimentation until they found something that clicked, that worked.

It gave him a whole new appreciation of Severus, who had created a potion as part of passing his Mastery. So that he could become the youngest Potions Master in the world. That shit is difficult, and he was a grown ass adult not a teenager.

Opening the letter, his eyes widened, "Now that's just freaky!" he murmured.

"Tom made a soft humming sound in enquiry as he read his own mail.

"I was just thinking of Severus…and this letter is announcing his birth." Hadrian said wryly, before his eyes darkened and frothing rage surged through the bond.

Tom's head snapped up, glancing at Hadrian and then the letter, now what on earth would cause him that much fury? His dark eyes read quickly over the missive, and found the potential cause.

Hadrian's lips had peeled back into an imitation of a snarl, teeth bared as if the letter itself was the objection of his anger. "I can't believe them, they've actually disowned Eileen and Severus!" hand curling into a fist and crunching up the paper. Well, Eileen had already been disowned but to disown a baby not even twenty-four hours old?

"This can't surprise you, not really, the Prince family is very old and steeped in tradition." Tom pointed out, although, if he was entirely honest with himself, he was surprised too. The world had changed drastically since Hadrian first published his books while he was still in Hogwarts. About inbreeding, what it did the family and ultimately responsible for the production of squibs and dying magic. Everything, absolutely everything that was required as evidence was there.

"The Black family was supposed to be the worst for it all!" Hadrian protested, leaning back, shaking his head in disbelief.

"That you knew, from what I observed in the pensive, your world was…made of perhaps a dozen families. A dozen families without actually knowing a thing about them." Tom pointed out pensively, "Quite frankly…I think you knew more about me than any other person." He wasn't smug about that fact either, Hadrian's world had been manipulated from the moment he'd killed Hadrian's parents all those years ago. Nothing had been left to chance, not even his friends. Dumbledore hadn't even allowed him to have real friends.

It was too bad they couldn't have knocked off Dumbledore with the dragon Pox too. The more powerful and stronger you were, the quicker you died. He'd be surprised if Dumbledore would have lasted a day, two days tops. Of all things he thought of Dumbledore…he couldn't deny he was powerful, not quite an adversary here in this time they had successfully curtailed any fame grabbing attempts by ending Grindelwald themselves. He would never achieve the notoriety he had in the old timeline.

He would not have people begging for him to become Minister. He would not become the Headmaster of Hogwarts. He would not succeed in turning the school into something of a mockery.

Hadrian shook his head, "After all they found out, how could they actually disown her son magically?" at least it wouldn't affect Severus' magic, Eileen had definitely been affected years ago, yes, but Severus no. "They've stupidly ended their own line." Baffled beyond belief.

"The main line certainly," Tom agreed, thoughtfully, "Perhaps they have a cousin line that will inherit?"

"If they lived abroad, maybe," Hadrian conceded, "I can't recall a single Prince ever being mentioned…and believe me, Granger dug into it. Especially after I started getting better grades than her by following the 'Half-Blood Prince' instructions in the potions text."

"Unless she was told, and it was all part of the plan?" Tom suggested.

"I don't see it, I mean honestly, what does my potions grade do?" Hadrian mused thoughtfully; his stomach gurgled reminding him that he hadn't eaten yet. "Dobby?" he called.

"What can Dobby do for Hadrian?" Dobby asked, as always eager to serve.

"I'd like some dry toast, two slices should do it, please." Hadrian said giving him a smile. He'd met Kreacher, and he adored the ground Orion and Walburga walked on, the difference in the elf was astonishing. Without Orion and Walburga spewing blood purity nonsense the House-elf wasn't picking it up and wasn't treating any guests that showed up any differently. "They will regret it; he's going to put the rest of the Prince family to shame when it comes to talent."

"Only then?" Tom smirked, eyes gleaming as he watched his husband ardently, without a doubt Hadrian was going to obliterate the Princes, he was going to do everything he could to make their lives a misery. He wouldn't just attempt it, he would succeed.

The Princes had just burnt any and every bridge open to them.

Nobody would piss off the Peverell-Slytherin's for fear of besmirching their own names and families.

He couldn't wait to see what Hadrian had in store for them. He was so very vicious when he felt wronged or someone, he cared for was wronged. Despite having never even met this Severus Snape, Hadrian was already protective of him.

Much like he was of Sirius, even Lucius and the Black girls, Hadrian kept an eye on Bellatrix but as of right now she was a bright intelligent eight-year-old Witch, no sociopathic tendencies, yet.

"She hasn't really asked for help yet," Hadrian said unimpressed, Merlin, he'd done everything he could to allow her to see that she had a friend in him. That it wasn't her abilities or name that made him care. He continued to write to her, had done so since leaving Hogwarts, yet nothing. He recalled his own secretiveness towards his own abuse, and felt dismayed when he realized the likelihood of anything being said was slim to nothing. "Wait, Eileen has a cousin, she was betrothed to marry him, I can't believe I forgot about that…"

Dobby reappeared with the toast before disappearing without a single word, not wishing to disturb his masters conversation.

"Might be a cousin from the mother's side," Tom pointed out, "Might not be a Prince in name at all."

"True,"

"I think I recall him," Tom said, frowning in contemplation, "He's quite atheistically pleasing on the eye, especially when compared to their aunt and uncle, dull and boring and rather lacking in intelligence. Definitely doesn't have much in the way of magical prowess."

"I don't recall him," Hadrian said trying to think back to any time he interacted with the Princes. Sure, he always avoided them as much as he could. People were picking up on his silent distaste of them. Which by the way he was going to amp up now, so disgusted with them for disowning a child, a baby. Chewing on his toast, he swallowed before answering, "Must have been one of the times you went yourself." and he did do that often, Hadrian hated publicity and schmoozing, he did it when he absolutely had to but only then.

"Probably, you would have remembered him," Tom replied, not for any good reasons, but ones that would make you want to avoid that particular person in future. He certainly had; it had been excruciating really. "And said something unsavoury." He added wryly.

Hadrian shrugged unrepentantly, not at all bothered by anyone's opinion on his character. Quickly finishing off his two pieces of plain toast, which settled in his stomach easily. He disliked wasting food, and if the House-elves continued he was going to forbid them from making anything for him for breakfast entirely, he decided.

"I wish she would just bloody ask," Hadrian huffed, before gently folding the letter, smoothing out the wrinkles and putting it away.

Tom refrained from saying anything, at least Hadrian knew better than to intervene without explicit permission. It would have just made for a more volatile situation. Although, if this Tobias Snape kept causing his husband to worry so much about a baby that had just been born and for Eileen he supposed, he would have to do something about it.

Accidents happened all the time after all, he was sure he could make one Muggle in nature. Depending on whether or not the Muggle actually worked around abusing his wife and one day his son.

Perhaps the world would be better off without him.

Still, it wasn't worth the effort, not yet.

"I mean we have been wanting to set up a shop in the Alley," Hadrian said, it was empty at the moment and just gathering dust when it could be used. "It's the last one."

"What are you thinking?" Tom queried curiously. Definitely not another bookstore or publishing company, not a construction company, or a press, not the newspaper, or magazines, or a clinic.

"Well, I did just start up a potions business, so to speak," Hadrian pointed out, "We'll need people to brew them, and if we buy ingredients in bulk, we'll get good offers and reduce the money we're spending on ingredients. New inventions need to be created…and quite frankly…there might not be anyone better than Eileen Snape." And it was still odd calling her that.

"Hardly," Tom muttered, "She wasn't that good." Well, to be fair it was definitely her best class, no doubt she was a good brewer compared to all her other grades and classes.

"She really was, if given the chance…where do you think Severus got his passion for it?" Hadrian said fervently, "If she'd just been given a break…who knows what she could accomplish if someone took a chance on her? You know the Princes are well known for their potion abilities."

"If their powers have always been that weak its little wonder," Tom said dryly, "I know, I know, they used to be well known for their powerful spell inventions and weaving, but that was such a long time ago. Their powers and intelligence have declined…and despite knowing what causes it, they've continued on in the idiotic belief that pureness will see them through." Continuing to force a betrothal on a young girl with her older cousin despite her reservations on the matter. The last Heiress of the Prince blood, he couldn't blame her for running.

Part of him felt a little slither of hypocrisy, since he had believed it too. He would have continued two wars believing in blood superiority at that. It was quite quickly banished, after all, he wasn't Voldemort. He'd never be that pathetic imitation. They shared a name, that was all.

"Is Aiden coming this afternoon?" Tom questioned, he had been coming every week for his and Hadrian's opinion on the magazine articles.

"No, he doesn't have the time," Hadrian explained, he and his wife would be having an early 'dinner' before beginning to prepare for the celebration. Everyone would probably be doing the same thing, the celebration was beginning at four o'clock, it wasn't just him of course, there would be dozens of others gaining awards during the ceremony. He would be finalising the magazine all day, making sure everything was perfect and giving the go ahead for the final production and then heading home. "Is there anything you need to do before we go?"

"No, but Burke has finished the portrait, we will be receiving it sometime early this afternoon, between one o'clock and three." Tom replied, rolling his eyes, "He has done as asked and made four miniatures, one small and of course, a large portrait." From his studio in Knockturn alley, which Hadrian had given him, along with painting supplies and everything required for the portrait. Making it clear that it wasn't charity, he'd have the place rent free for six months for the large portrait, and Burke had already received the money for the four miniatures and the small portrait.

"That's good," Hadrian said smiling contently, he'd been worried about the wizard, so much so that he'd had work done he didn't really care for. Although, the thought was growing on him, and it would help a wizard down on his luck which was a bonus. He had five months to turn his luck around, if he started getting commissions then he'd be able to afford the rent, and maybe one day buy a better studio – one he wasn't sleeping in – but Hadrian reckoned he didn't care at the moment.

Ironically enough, he worked opposite Borgin and Burkes.

He still didn't know how they were related though, or if they were even related.

"I'm sure," Tom said dryly, as they focused on reading the rest of their mail or unpacking it to ensure all was in order. Which it was of course, but accidents happen.

"Are you ready to head back in?" Tom asked, standing up, he was more than ready.

Hadrian hummed before joining Tom, closing the doors behind them as they went.

"No rest for the wicked, tomorrow morning we have Sirius' ceremony to attend," Hadrian commented, "His naming ceremony." where he'd be officially and magically his own godfathers godfather.

Tom shook his head, honestly, the Black's had zero consideration, barely two days in advance notice? They couldn't have sent them a little more warning? They just expected everyone to be ready at the drop of a hat.

A/N - Okay there we go! so the ceremony and then the godfather stuff…are there any druid/pagan things associated with godfather/mothers? I mean godfather/mothers are primarily a Christian thing isn't it? just wondered if I was going to have to make something up or if there is something similar already there! I'm going to need so much information on Paganism for My Time! So, So, So much! And the websites are so different I wished there was one website with everything I'll need on it…after that we'll probably have another few time jumps :D the question is where do you want it to end? The Marauder Era? Harry's time? Or the very moment he originally went back? Of course, it can't all be written, I can theoretically end it and continue putting snippets up? Not sure how it would work…what do you think? R&R please! And sorry there's not more 'Tom's reaction' it fought me for days I just couldn't get it to work so I had to work around the flashback and this is what I got out of it! Take care and stay safe everyone