Hey everyone,
So, this chapter will have a few important factors set into the future of the Reader group as well as the thoughts of – I guess you can call it – Past, Present and Future. There will be thoughts of Hendros, the past, Jaurion, the present and Draco, the future. After this, it will be bedtime and onto the next date.
Have fun,

Venquine1990
PS. Inspiration comes from Leonette, check out their stories.
PPS. Yes, I know what the next date will mean and yes, that will come up in the coming chapters.

24th of December 1977
The Dining Room
Hendros' POV

"So much is going to change in the coming decades, in both the magical kingdom of England as well as in those who my son and I consider friends and those we respect. And if last chapter proved one thing, it's that Minerva is the one who, it seems will change the most. And that, considering Hari's time there, is really worrying."
Goes through my mind as I guide my family and their friends back from the Leisure Room and down to the Dining Room, yet when I leave the staircase, does one of my beloved servants approach me and say: "Forgive me, Sire, but –." And instantly I remember a tradition that has always taken place when royals return to Ariador.
I nod at him and turn to my friends as I say: "Please understand, normally I would love it if you just sit wherever you like and all, but it's been tradition for 326 generations that, upon the return of the royals to Ariador, the Dining Table is used to show the public the closeness between them, their loved ones, bonded and friends."

At which, to my utter relief, even Lindilwen and young Hermione nod in understanding and I move them to the Dining Table. There I say: "Lindilwen, had your parents been here, your father would have taken the left Head Seat. As they are not, that seat belongs to Lucius with Severus on his left and Draco on his right."
The girl, the blondes and the rival of my son nod and the latter three take their spots as I say: "I will take the right Head seat with Amyna on my left, Jaurion on my right, you on Amyna's left and Hari on Jaurion's right. Arthur, you can sit beside Hari and Molly, you can sit beside Lindilwen. You seat your children in order."
Everyone nods and we all sit down, Arthur placing Fleur opposite of Bill and placing the rest of his sons on the left and right of the table in perfect order, making it so that Sirius, Snuffles, Remus and Lupin seat themselves between the Weasleys and the Malfoys with Lupin between Remus and Severus and Snuffles next to Draco.
And between Sirius, Remus, Ginny and Ron, do Cedric, Peter, Collin, Luna and Hermione all take their seats, causing for the blonde-haired girl to actually sit with no one in front of her, but then I see Hari looking thoughtful before he turns to one of the servants standing ready and he whispers something in her ear.
The servant bows and a few minutes later, do I feel like smiling at the careful thought of my son as a gorgeous stand gets placed before the girl and the owl that Hari obviously loves so much and that has been around him since the start of the reading happily lands on it, but not before flying over and nipping my grandson in thanks.

Then, while I know that they are turned invisible to make sure we don't feel uncomfortable, do I almost hear the sound of my people muttering from the windows as well as the sounds of snapping, making me know that they are taking pictures, yet as I look up from the plate of food in front of me, do I see something.
"Hari, this evening meal tradition is meant to show our people those who are important to us and why they are this. It's not for us to put up a show, just for the people to see who we are and who we have become while staying in the other world. There is no need to put up such a facial shield and act, my sweet boy."
Yet at this the boy grimaces and Arthur, who sits next to the boy, says: "It's his fame, Sire. It's what he's used to. Putting up a face for the crowd so he can be what they expect him to be." Which really makes me grimace as my wife says: "Then it's a good thing that the only thing the people expect their Prince to be – is himself."

And this seems to be exactly what Hari needs to hear as his face changes from passive acceptance to relieved happiness before he gently starts to eat, the twins and Ginny softly hissing at Ron to keep his manners and Snuffles nudging Sirius to remind him of the same, yet it seems my message hasn't reached the other side of the table.
Lucius and Draco are both eating as if they are at the party of a High Ranked official that they are Allied with and I just know that this will not do when it becomes known that Draco is meant for the future Crown Prince and I quickly tell the servant at my chair to pass on the message to the other side of the table.
And as they hear it, do they definitely start showing more of their enjoyment in both the food and the people besides them, yet to my amusement do I see that they are still a bit tense with how they move while eating and yet, as the servant returns to my side, do I wonder how long it will take before Draco will sit next to my grandson.

The news that the boy is a Light Veela really didn't as any surprise to me as I have known of the Malfoys being such Magical Beings for years on end, yet the Submissive part and the extend of endurance, acts of indifference and patience that the boy has held was definitely something that shocked and earned my respect.
"If anyone can help Hari be a fine Prince, future Crown Prince and King to Be, it's definitely that devoted little blonde. Though I do hope he will learn to rely on Hari, not just because his inner being tells him to, but because he wants to. His reasons were just and his beliefs weren't wrong; I just want it all to change for the better."
And as I continue eating, the servants besides me and the others at the table waiting to see if they can help us in anyway, do I know that I don't just want this positive change for the blonde haired boy and my grandson, for who he is meant to be, but for the future of Magical England and what I know of this future as well.

Jaurion's POV

The chance I have waited for since I was old enough to know what it takes to make a family of my own is within my grasp and yet – "I can't reach it – or I might not." Goes through my mind as I look at my son, the boy who is not just the living evidence that Lindilwen and I will get together, but that I can be who I want to be.
When Sirius and I agreed on the act that I have been putting up these last seven years, did we also decide that the act would only last our Hogwarts days and that, while my future family would hear of the act, they would never see me live it out; I would be back to who I really am as a person by the time my firstborn arrives.
Yet the knowledge that I only had a year and a few months with my son, that I was killed before my boy could get any conscience memory of me, the idea that I spent more of my time acting than being who I was born to be is a thought that hurts and makes me want to be with my son at all times, to grow as close as possible to him.

Yet while I want nothing more than to call off the reading for a few days and just explore Ariador with my son and ask him about his life, do I just know that he will constantly tell me to wait till we read the books, the way that he has been giving this entire reading without ever indulging further proving this belief of mine.
And while part of me just wants to ignore this and just help him get to know me, do I know that it is still too soon for that as part of me still feels like the act has its grip on me and I really don't want to act all arrogant and self-important while getting to know the son I have wanted since first falling for the gorgeous girl in front of my son.
Yet Lindilwen is another aspect of my life that I worry about as I can't help but wonder what it is that I must have done in Hari's past to prove to the redhead that I can be everything she would want out of a man as well as wonder why she thinks it right to let her anger at my act out on a son who she doesn't even know.

"Why? Is her hate for me that strong that she can't accept any child of her own if he or she shares my blood as well? Will she really shun a child if that child relates to me as well as her? Is her hatred for me really stronger than her love for a child that counts on her? And if so, how come I never saw such features in her?"
These thoughts worry me and make me wonder if there was ever any true love between us, if Lindilwen just accepted me and what I wanted and resigned herself or if she hated me, but wanted to have a son and felt I was the only one who she could have a son with, which is stupid as she is a much desired young woman.
"I must be patient. Hari may deserve only the best mother known to magic, but I now have a good chance to really get to know Lindilwen and she has a chance to know the real me. And who knows, maybe that is what made her fall for me. Maybe, because we are Head Boy and Girl, she got to know the real me and did we get together?"

Yet as I think this, do I turn back from the girl in question, who I have been gazing past from and into the windows behind her while thinking, to the one person who has come to mean the world to me since I first laid eyes on him; my courageous son, who while half a year older is so obviously so much younger in heart.
The same boy who has eyes that are haunted with darkness, pain and a heartfelt longing to see good things happen and to see his loved ones happy, if only because he believes it will help him heal of all the horrors he has faced in his young life. The boy who deserves to be offered someone who will protect him more than anything.
And the fact that, upon hearing that the people will be watching us tonight, he put up a shield around himself that effectively hid all of his more intense emotions and showing only apathetic acceptance makes me know that it wasn't just war and the loss of loved ones that has made life just too hard for my son to bear.

"No more, my son. You may have more experience in life and pain than I do, but I have more experience in love and how to give it in just the right time and way and I will prove that to you. That and that, even now several years before it happened in your past, you are someone I would willingly give my life for."
Goes through my mind as I accept the delicious looking desert and then I purposely lie my hand on the space between my plate and his, drawing his attention. The boy looks at me and I open my hand to him, smiling invitingly and when he smiles back and tentatively lies his hand in mine, do I give it a warm, loving squeeze.
"My first step in proving you I consider you my son and that, other than my parents and – maybe – Lindilwen – there is no one more important to me than you. You will be loved, my son, not just by that devoted blonde on the other side of the table or by mum, but by your birth father as well. That I promise you."
Goes through my mind, my lips closed in a loving smile as I try to convey these thoughts to him through my eyes and while I know it will hurt to have to give up to the girl I have believed my Nienna and that it will hurt Hari to break with the mother that died to save him, do I know that Hari deserves nothing more – than a mother.

Draco's POV

"I shouldn't have done that! I shouldn't have done that! I shouldn't have done that!" That sentence is the only one that has been going through my mind since we stopped reading and since I started walking down, Ron and the twins between me and my beloved mate, yet my mind has been on him and him alone ever since.
The fact that, when I told him what I actually wanted to do to prove that he and I are meant for each other and that I want him and him alone, he responded in shocked acceptance had been something I would have never expected of him and it had only further awakened the Veela within me that I forced into a dormant state years ago.

Being a Veela was, I had thought at young age, be a dream come true and when I was fourteen and later fifteen I had been drooling after all of the hottest girls going to Hogwarts and after that all of the most handsome and hot-looking boys when I realized that the looks of the girls constantly left me feeling nothing.
And while the war had been drawing closer and closer, did I dream of my mate being some poor soul that would, at one time or another, be marked for death by Voldemort or marked for using Dark Magic by either the Ministry or Dumbledore, only for my Veela side to come flying in and defend his honor and save his life.
Yes, even at that time, I had felt that my mate came above the Dark Lord or even the Ministry, which had been the complete opposite of what I believed when I was younger, when I thought that I would marry, work at the Ministry and then come home to my beloved wife and however many kids she would grant me in life.

Yet when I discovered that Harry Potter – now Hari Valivial – was my destined Soul mate it felt as if everything I ever wanted out of life, as if all of the dreams I have had since I was taught what benefits come with being born to House Malfoy, was to be for naught and that it was foolish for me to have ever dreamed those dreams.
Of course mother has been trying to make me believe that since the day I was born, but there is a reason I have always been closer to father than her. Father has always loved me more, cared for me both for what I can offer the future of House Malfoy as well as who I am and has always tried raising me with love for both.
Yet when I discovered that the boy who got my father taken from me, who made it so that my father was locked in Azkaban and who left me to the mercy of mother, did I feel as if father has been raising me into believing a lie and it had some horrible effects on me, especially in the summer that followed this discovery.

One of these effects was me willingly taking the Dark Mark, not just to make up for the mistakes the Dark Lord believed my father to have made, but also to prove I can be better than what my Veela nature wanted me to be, yet the night after I had been initiated and gotten my first mission – did I get proven wrong in this belief.
A dream. A dream of what I could have with Hari. A dream of what I could do for Hari in the future. A dream for what my Veela nature could provide his life and heart. A dream where a smile I had never before seen grace the boy's face be shown to my dream self as we were together in the dream. Together, happy and in love.
And everything I saw us accomplish in the dream, while mostly improbable and impossible due to the war, gave me instant regret upon waking and seeing that cursed mark on my arm. Yet the mark had one positive side to it as me being marked like that broke what control my mother believed she had over my life and future.
And in the years since have I managed to take back more and more of my own life, making it what my father and I wanted and proving her she had no right to take her fury at grandfather Malfoy out on me and the more I did this, the more I felt confident that, at the end of the war, I would have chance to see the dream come true.

And then, as we neared what I now know is the end of the war, did two things happen that made me feel as if fate was begging me to be the Veela I am meant to be. The first was coming face to face with my mate and being forced to choose between him and my deranged aunt who killed his beloved godfather; I easily chose him.
The second was something I didn't even know about until after the war was over and was told that my mother had made sure that the Dark Lord believed Potter dead and that reminds me of the speech the Dark Lord had given us at the gates of Hogwarts and how hard it had been not to laugh in his face and reveal him the truth.
Yet it was the fact that it was mother – mother of all people – who had lied to the Dark Lord about my mate and his state of being that had proven to me once and for all that Hari and I were meant to be and in the days after the war, I stayed back. Stayed back and observed the boy now man that I have fallen in love with.

And what I saw broke me. Hari worked as hard as he could and harder, often dragging his body back to Gryffindor tower for rest and whenever he didn't do this, he couldn't have any peace as fans and reporters wanted to claim all the time he didn't spend working on fixing the horrible damage the war left to Hogwarts castle.
And when I had finally seen him get a chance to be himself, to get some peace and quiet while hiding under his invisibility cloak and several privacy charms, did I just not have the heart or interrupt his first moment of peace in five days' time, only someone else to actually do that instead and bless his life by doing exactly that.
And the fact that I was given the chance to come along was like a dream – but not the dream – come true and to then, as we arrived back in time in the field of Ariador, see Hari reunite with the seven beings that were lost and were most important to him would have reduced me to tears were it not for my iron will and strength.
How I had wanted to stand beside the boy as he reunited with his godfather, how I wanted to stand beside him as he got introduced to his grandfather, how I wished that Lord Black would say: "This is Hari and his mate, Draco." Yet I had not lived up to those wishes as Hari finally reuniting with long lost family was more important.

But now, not even more than a day and a half later, have I done the one thing I really didn't want to do as I didn't think it would do anyone any good and have I revealed just what I am and how I feel about the boy, even trying to scare him off with the intense desires that have grown within my dormant form all these years.
"You know, it really is a good thing that you're a Submissive." I suddenly hear the man beside me say and when I turn to him, do I see him looking at my beloved mate as he says: "After all, Hari has more demons within him than anyone else and a Submissive is someone who is there for their mate even in their toughest of time.
You may have been raised to be cocky, headstrong and with an drive to move towards your goal no matter what, but we both know your inner Veela is the most caring, loving and accepting being that has ever existed. And if there is one thing my godson needs – it's acceptance. Acceptance of his believed flaws and fears."

And while this shocks me into looking from him to the boy in question, do my eyes then widen as I realize something. If there is any person that Hari spoke to about my horrid behavior it's the man besides me and yet, here he is, complimenting my Veela nature. And with wide eyes do I realize – I just got Snuffles' Blessing.
"He has flaws and he has fears – but they matter none to me. No more than he does." I whisper back and while the man is still looking at his godson instead of me, do I see him smile in gleeful pride, proving that I have rightly interpreted his hidden message and I think: "I won't let his blessing go to waste. I won't let Hari down."

Hey everyone,
So what do you think of all this? To be honest, I wasn't really planning on giving them all a bit of a positive ending/vibe, as this chapter was really supposed to be based on how reading of a now non-existent future that is still the past to so many and how certain decisions can give headaches and concerns to three important males.
Yet because this story is based on the sayings "Fate is a right Bint" and "Things always get worse before they get better" did I decide to focus on both how things have indeed gone from bad to worse as well as on how things – as the story progresses – might look to go even worse, but will end up much better in the end.
Hope you enjoyed,

Venquine1990
PS. Inspiration comes from Leonette, check out their stories.