Disclaimer: As much as I would love too, I don't own anything that has been previously mentioned in the Harry Potter Books.

Author's Note: I didn't want to go over the top with the 70s clothes, even though my mum says that the entire point of the style.
I'm sorry if I haven't worked out their ages properly, but they are mentioned in this chap.
-parseltongue-

The Tales of Werewolves
A Box Full of Wisdom

The Hogwarts staff (not including the house-elves) sat in a row in front of a dreary looking desk in an even drearier office. Dominic and his best friend, Bill Weasley (Ron and Hermione's first-born son), stood next to each other, just to the side of the door in the back of the room.

Everyone was doing a really good job of keeping their faces blank.

The man behind the desk would be comfortably described as a male version of Minerva. He had a no-nonsense kind of haircut, a pinstripe 3-piece suit and seemed to look down on everyone while pursing his lips.

He spoke in an incredibly impersonal way, occasionally calling upon one of the adults to sign something. After one hour, the school files were handed over to Minerva and she named Severus as Deputy Headmaster, despite the fact that most of the staff had been there longer then him.

Bill shuddered at the thought of Severus having to take over as Headmaster permanently, and prayed that day would come after he had graduated.

Dom saw Bill's reaction and bit his down on his tongue, hard, to stop himself laughing.

The fireplace flared up in the Headmaster's office and everyone filed out.

"I'm going to go check on Kath, I think she might be coming down with something."

"I could check her out if you like, Sev." Severus gave Draco a small nod and stalked out of the room.

Dom tapped Harry on the shoulder. -He probably knocked her up- he hissed, so no one else would hear. -Honestly, that man needs to learn how to keep the snake in it's cage-

Harry snorted and Draco decided to leave the room. As soon as the door closed, everyone turned to look at it, as they heard unrestrained laughter from the other side.

McGonagall rounded on Dom. "What did you say, Mr Riddle?"

"Nothing ma'am."

Harry set a box in the middle of the table and sat down. Dumbledore had left it to him, and he was in no hurry to open it. Dom, on the other hand, was.

"Harry, please! I'm begging you!"

"No."

"At least tell me what the symbols on the sides mean." Harry sighed and fixed Dom with a look. "…What? What'd I do?"

Harry sighed again, but couldn't help grinning. "It's a dead language. These ones mean Fire and Wind." He pointed to the two on the front. "The one on the left side is Water, while the one on the right is Earth."

"What about the top?"

"Time."

"Cool… So what's in it?"

Harry massaged his eyes behind his glasses. "I don't know, Dom. We got a note with it and I want to read that first. Is that ok with you My Lord." He stood up and mock bowed. Dom scowled at Harry, who sat down and smirked. "Go to bed."

"But it's only midnight."

While he opened his letter, Dom went to his room, grumbling as he went.

Dear Dominic, Harry and Draco.
I've decided to leave this box to you. I think it will give you a nice break before you (Harry and Draco) get married.
If you drip Water on the Sapphires inside, sprinkle Dirt on the Emeralds, breath on the Citrines and light the Rubies on fire, it should set off an ancient spell.
If it is activated it will send anyone who is touching the lid (and everything they are holding) to 1977.
I suggest Draco takes the open Potion's master position, and Harry take the open DADA position.
You are free to tell as many people that you want when you are from. Just don't do anything to change the timeline, no matter how tempting it is (Harry, I'm talking to you).
Relax and have fun!

-Albus Dumbledore
P.S. you can go back and forward in time by repeating the ritual. If you spend a year in the past then come back, you will appear one year from when you left.

Harry lowered the letter after reading it a second time and stared at the box. 'It almost sounded like he knew he would die before we got married.'

Harry and Draco put their suitcases on the coffee table in the lounge room. They were similar to the one the Fake Moody had, except they only had one lock, and a lot of different keys.

Dom came in a few seconds later with Nymph wrapped around his neck. Harry shook a finger in his direction.

"You didn't sleep well last night." It wasn't a question.

"Yeah. I ate too much garlic bread for dinner. It didn't agree with me too much."

"You know you shouldn't eat that much garlic. It's not good for you."

"I know that, so stop lecturing me."

"I wasn't lecturing."

"Bull shit"

Dom couldn't eat a lot of garlic, due to him getting Vampire blood from both his mother's and father's side of the family. His mother was half Vampire, while his father mixed his blood with lots of different creature's to try and achieve immortality, so he was slightly more then half... about a third, because he did have wings, unlike Kath.

That also made Dom part werewolf, so he could control when he transformed, and it only took him one sip of Wolfsbane to allow him to control his actions, he could also touch silver. The only downside Dom saw was that the transformations were twice as painful.

"Are you two quite finished?" Harry asked, while glancing at his watch.

"I had more." Answered Dom, but with one look from Harry he added. "But I'll save it for another time."

He flashed Harry a dazzling smile, exposing pearly while fangs.

"All we have to do is blow on the Citrine crystals (they're the lemon yellow ones), I've done the others."

He opened the box and they saw lots of diamonds and a few Citrine gemstones. Draco blew on the coloured gemstones and the colour drained out of them, turning them into diamonds. He slammed the lid closed and they all grabbed their bags and touched the lid. They felt a tugging behind their navel.

Dom, Harry and Draco appeared on the staircase between the statue and the door of the Headmaster's office. Harry felt rather relieved, because they didn't know the password, and this way, they didn't need it. Draco knocked on the door.

Albus sighed wearily as he looked down at the teachers' schedules. The threat of Lord Voldemort was finally setting in, and he knew in the near future, there would be a war.

And yet he didn't have a Potions master, or a Defence Against the Dark Arts professor to prepare the student of what is sure to come.

And the Welcome feast was that night. He was out of time.

He was brought out of his musing by a knock on his office door. Albus waved his wand, the door flung open and he looked up to see whom it was.

"Hello Albus." A platinum blonde that looked around twenty-five said. A handsome teenager with extraordinarily dark sunglasses and a light brown snake around his neck, and a man with long black hair and bright green eyes and glasses who looked about thirty, followed the blonde in.

"May we sit?"

"Oh, yes." They sat. "Who might you three be, and why have you decided to see me?" He asked cheerfully.

"I'm Harry Potter, and I'm here for the vacant Defence Against the Dark Arts position."

"Potter?"

"Yes, sir. Were here fromalmost fourtyyears in the future. I'm Draco Malfoy, here for the Potions position."

"You would be Lucius Malfoy's son then?"

Draco stiffened. "Yes sir." Harry gently took Draco's hand in his. Dumbledore's gaze flickered to their hands, and the engagement ring on Draco's finger. "And he is James Potter's son."

"I see." He turned to Dom, "And you are?"

Dom smiled. "Dominic Anthony Riddle at your service, here to enrol as a student in the seventh year classes."

"Riddle? As in, Tom Marvolo Riddle?"

"Yes. Lord Voldemort is (or will be, anyway) my father. But I was raised by Harry and Draco, because my mother was raped by my father and didn't want me." He smiled sadly. "I've never met my father and don't plan too."

Dumbledore took in the Heir of Slytherin sitting before him. Frameless dark glasses hid his eyes; his short, tan coloured hair in soft curls looked like it could never be messed up. He had a birthmark on his right cheekbone and his skin was so pale it looked like he had been standing out in the snow for hours on end.

"I'm also." Dom added, when he say the headmaster looking him over. "Part Vampire and Part Werewolf, among other unknown things."

"Yes, I guessed you were, from your magic level. You're quite powerful for your age. I believe I can let you all in if you give me your qualifications and show me your left forearm."

"I've done Aura training and came top in all my classes, specialised in curses and duelling. I didn't pursue the career and became the school's librarian. I've organized a friend of mine, Hermione Granger, to take the position."

"I am training to be a healer and was sent to be the school's apprentice nurse at Hogwarts and to receive special potions training from Professor Severus Snape, who one of the most talented potions masters of our time."

"And your arms?"

Draco swallowed nervously, and action that didn't go unnoticed by Dumbledore. He slowly rolled up his sleave and showed the Headmaster his silver Dark Mark, with a red outline.

"Before you throw me out you should hear the circumstances… My family was very much into the Dark Arts, I wasn't. At one point they forced me to get the Mark. It failed, because I was, and still am, a Werewolf (we both are actually). They locked me up to die and I escaped."

The two blue-eyed wizards held their gaze. Harry could sense Dumbledore was using his legilimency on Draco, and he was doing nothing to block it. Dumbledore, satisfied with what he found, then turned to Harry, whose arm was blank.

Dom rolled up his sleave with a very Slytherin smirk. On his left forearm arm was a tattoo, but not the Dark Mark. It was barbed wire, wrapped twice tightly around his wrist then twirled around his arm and another two tight wraps just below his elbow.

There were little bits of red where the spikes would have dug in to his arm if it were real wire, and bits of rust that made it look very lifelike. Dumbledore had to touch it too double check it was just a tattoo, and not real barbed wire.

Dom smiled a very toothy (and fangy) smile. Dumbledore chuckled to himself. "Would you like to be resorted?"

"Yes sir."

Dom got off his seat without being asked and jammed the Sorting Hat on his head. He shifted so all his weight was on one foot and crossed his arms loosely.

Draco and Harry looked at each other. They knew that was Dom's arguing stance. He obviously wasn't going to be put in Slytherin again without a fight.

"I don't think I need to tell you both it would be a bad idea to have two fully grown werewolves around the school." Dumbledore said while leaning back in his chair. "How old are you two anyway?"

"Were both Thirty-five… ish."

"You look so much younger though."

"We take good care of each other."

The twinkle in Dumbledore's eyes was going at full force. "That's good to hear; especially during times of war. I assume you will both be sharing a bedroom and, dare I say it, a bed?"

Harry smiled and Draco chuckled to himself. "Yes sir."

"Excellent. I suppose that will solve the bloodthirsty werewolf problem, then." Harry smile turned into a happy smirk.

The Sorting Hat, loosing the mental battle, called out "Gryffindor" and brought them back to reality.

"Congrats." Said Harry, as Dom walked back over.

"Yes, well done." said Draco, then decided he couldn't help himself and added, "The Gryffindor red will match your eyes."

Dom scowled and glared at his Guardian from behind his sunglasses before sitting down.

"Good, good. Well now that's been settled. Do you want me to announce to the school you three are fromfourty years in the future?"

"Yeah. It'll stop suspicion that we're Death Eaters because of what we know."

"Now that we have sorted out first years into their houses, I have a few special announcements before we start eating."

Dumbledore waited until everyone had finished whispering before continuing.

"I would like to welcome two new teachers who have come to us fromabout fourtyyears in the future." There was more whispering and Minerva had to tell everyone to settle down.

"Lucius Malfoy's future son, Professor D. Malfoy, who will be teaching Potions." Draco stood up and bowed. "And James Potter's future son, Professor H. Potter, who'll be teaching Defence Against the Dark Arts." Harry stood up and bowed.

A rather loud "IT'S A PRONGSLET" came from the Gryffindor table.

"Yes, thank you Mr Black," Minerva snapped. Harry's chest seemed to tighten. Draco put a comforting hand on his thigh.

"I would also like to Welcome Dominic Riddle, he is vampire-werewolf, who has come from the same era as out new professors. He has been placed in Gryffindor and I hope you will all welcome him."

Dom had asked that Dumbledore if he could tell the students what he was and who his father is. The wise old man had decided Dom should tell them of his full heritage when he could be sure he could trust them.

He emerged from the shadows behind the staff table and walked around to the Gryffindor table. He had his wings out and Nymph around the top of his right arm.

Everone spoke in low tones and many people were straining their necks to see him properly. He walked confidently down the entire length on the tables so everyone could get a good look at him and he sat nearest to the door, the closest person being five places away.

From the teachers' table, Harry and Draco didn't touch their food when it appeared because of nerves, instead they chatted.

"He kept them out so everyone could see he was part Vampire and not ask him later."

"Yeah… I want wings like that."

"You're already a werewolf, Draco, be happy with that."

"But Werewolves don't have wings."

Harry feigned being hurt. "Are you saying you would rather have been bitten by a Vampire and have wings, then being bitten by a Werewolf and having me."

"Aw, Love, I didn't mean it like that. Forgive me." He made puppy-dog eyes, which Harry had affectionately named 'Draco's Ferret-eyes'.

He gave Draco a quick (yet tender) kiss and said. "Only if you make it up to me tonight, we do have to christen our new bed."

Draco smirked and started eating. "I can't wait until the weekend, and the students don't have to wear uniforms. I'm going to have fun laughing at seventies fashion."

"You can see bits of it under their robes."

Under some of the school shirts, a few of the guys had turtlenecks on while others had corduroy or valour jackets over their shirts and under their robes.

The school pants were flared and the girls had knee-high, multicoloured, stripy socks or go-go boots on.

Harry and Draco looked at each other. Oh, yes. They definitely couldn't wait until the weekend.

A/N-2: This story might be shorter then the last one, because I don't have many ideas. I got a few ideas for pranks the Marauders could pull (they're not very good though).
Any suggestions will be greatly appreciated.

This story might be shorter then the last one, because I don't have many ideas. I got a few ideas for pranks the Marauders could pull (they're not very good though).Any suggestions will be greatly appreciated.