Chapter 20 – My hopeless father, my strength || My strange son, my blessing.
/A/N: Mostly filler chapter. Aside from the first two parts of this chapter. The rest is either informational (about what Draco did while studying), or I just wanted to write it (Spoodermannn and Lokehhhhh! But Loki will have another appearance in the future. Distant-ish future). Next chapter, Draco will finally REALLY interact with the British Wizarding World. Yay Draco! There is a really important part though, about 3 paragraphs long or so. A revelation that I plotted and planted so deeply, Adele was rolling on top of it. also, 2000+ more words than promised again! I just love you guys. hugs hugs kiss kiss. Soon the reason why Bellatrix did what she did in the beginning will be revealed!/
Tom P.O.V.
Our flight to London was long and unnecessary. But my father's a no-maj, so there's no helping it.
Potter had agreed not to tell the ministry about my new pet, in exchange, I had to owl him at least once a week until I enter school.
Professor Kocoum gave me a book as a farewell gift. It was about the hand movements used to achieve the different spells. A very useful book as expected from a very thoughtful and learned teacher. I also had to promise him that I would keep practicing, and only the spells we had gone through, until I visit him again next summer.
The past two weeks had literally been hell on Earth. Not only did I have to deal with John, but prof. Kocoum wouldn't cut me slack. Instead, he even increased the speed and intensity of me lessons in order to prepare me for a whole year of self-practice.
I told him it was too much, but he insisted that it was still not enough. Honestly, some teachers are just so hardworking its hard to keep up.
So good news and bad news. I'm glad to find out that Stark industries owned buildings all around the globe, but I'm also disappointed that we owned only that. Buildings with penthouses. No personal houses.
So I insisted we buy one but dad refused. He did promise to give me deeds to several buildings (including this one in London) though after I turn 18, so I can't really disappointing I know.
So I insisted we buy some, and he let me choose and put it under my name.
Thus, here we are. In Stark Mansion at the Center of London, our temporary house, while Stark Manor, the one I designed myself, is being built near a cliff where I found the view to be decent. (I was also thinking of buying some property in Wiltshire close to Malfoy Mannor, but I'm not quite happy with the sizes of land being sold.) I was moving to the University dorms in a month so I decided to dedicate this time to healing my father's Au poisoning, and liver problems as a thank you for buying me two houses.
Alcoholism is a big problem in the wizarding community, but alcohol related illnesses aren't given our high tolerance due to our magic. Consequently, If I wanted to heal dad, I had to start from the very beginning and do everything on my own.
Thankfully, I was able to sneak out several times to buy the things I needed. This included two lab pets to test the effectiveness of my concoctions.
Time to begin operation heal dad!
. . . Wow. Operation heal dad?
. . .
I'm getting so immature.
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Tony P.O.V.
Tom had always been a curious boy. Back in Malibu, I would always catch him sneaking into my lab or by study. I would also catch him emptying out the pantry and hoarding food in his room every other day or so.
There's also that thing he calls his pet. A lizard with fur! Can you image? I never would have imagined the day will come, when I would personally see a reptilian convergently develop a feature once exclusive to mammalians. But there she is. A beauty of nature.
Now however, I catch Tom doing the strangest of things. First, he bought a naked mole rat and a sheep. It took hours to explain to Pepper that it wasn't my sheep, but Tom's. I still think she doesn't entirely believe me.
And true to his word. Tom takes all of the alcohol in the house. I sometimes shudder at his creativity of showing his disapproval with my drinks. There was one time my 1904 bottle of Bruichladdich appeared 3 days after it went missing. I found the empty bottle next to a basin of grass soaked in the good stuff.
It was a strange sight, but very effective. I never bought any expensive or high percentage alcohol after that. And every time I smell alcohol, there is always a lingering grass scent.
The next time I saw his rat, it was almost as blue as hit pet lizard! It was very concerning but Tom didn't seem to mind it. In fact, he may be the one who made it blue. I do hope this doesn't count as animal cruelty.
Three days later. I saw it again! It was lying on top of his sheep and they were both lying down on the ground dead asleep with a distinct scent of alcohol. But I wasn't that worried; afterall, the rat was no longer blue. In fact, I would even go so far as to say that it had a healthy color!
The next 14 or so days that followed. My son can't seem to keep his pets on a leash. But I didn't help him. I couldn't bring myself to help him. It was so adorable watching my son run around the floor chasing after his pets who were stumbling around like gravity acted on them from various directions. I think they may even be drunk, but it can't be. Afterall, why would my son make his pet's drunk?
After three days, I could no longer find any sign of the rat and the sheep. When I asked my son about it, he said that he didn't need them anymore since his experiment succeeded.
I knew I should have been wary when he said that, but I still didn't doubt my son.
So when he prepared breakfast for me one unsuspecting Sunday morning, I didn't find anything strange. And it was. . . the best decision of my life.
So that day, my son came in my room holding a tray with a bowl of steaming porridge and a glass of protein shake. It was the most beautiful scene I have seen in my life and I loved my son very much. The porridge was also surprisingly good. When I asked him about it, he said Pepper taught him. My heart warmed at the thought of my cute son being taught how to cook by Pepper.
Then. . . it happened. Tom wouldn't stop urging me to drink the shake and it was. . . the worst tasting shake in my entire life. But my son wouldn't stop staring at my expectantly so I finished everything and commended him on his efforts.
The proud smile on his face made me forget all about the terrible tasting shake. I would do everything for this boy.
Then came the nauseated feeling which threatened to push all my guts out of my stomach. My son seemed prepared for this as he took a bucket out of nowhere.
*barf**heave**cough**barf*
I between coughs I asked him.
"What was *gag* in that drink?"
He didn't answer me and continued to sooth my back. I puked for a couple more seconds before he finally spoke.
"It should work. I also got rid of all the side effects and potential risks. Do you feel anything strange dad?"
"You mean If I feel anything other than a gigantic urge to puke my guts out? No."
Tom continued to soothe my back. "Good. Here dad, drink this after two hours! You should have flushed out the invasive Au and Pd poisoning by then. It will alleviate the puking feeling. Oh and I got you some Gatorade for your lost electrolytes. Ice Blizzard right? I remember you always bought this flavor."
I was about to get mad but I couldn't after seeing that innocent smile on his face. But. . . something was strange about what he said. Au and Pd poisoning? I glanced down at the bucket and only saw the colors silver and blue. Did he. . . Really remove the silver and palladium in my blood? But how? ? ? I don't even see any porridge! How?
I look back at my son and a wave of emotions ran through me. My son, my precious son. Observing him closer, I saw the bags under his eyes, the way some strands of his hair refused to participate with the rest. My perfect beautiful son looked so tired yet brilliant.
I love him so much. I promised myself that I would really do everything for him, even if he hadn't even asked. My son, you did this for your worthless father? I failed you so many times, yet you keep fixing all my mistakes. You aren't even 10 yet, and you gave me so much blessings. No, you yourself are the blessing to my life. A blessing that I didn't deserve but need so desperately.
I could feel a tear trickle down my cheek and leapt to hug him, my son.
"You didn't need to. But thank you. Thank you, son. Thank you so much."
More tears fell from my eyes but I couldn't be bothered to wipe them away. My hands and arms were busy embracing my son and patting his head. I will protect him, his genius, his innocence. I will never let his life be in danger ever again.
His soft laughter filled my ears, and I felt so elated, so complete and happy. There's just one thing left to do to complete his happiness, our happiness.
But before I could celebrate for long, I felt the demons push my stomach once more.
"Uggbbhhhpphhfff."
Tom slipped out of my embrace and grabbed the bucket I had placed down, shoving it towards my mouth.
*barf**gag*heave* *baaaarrff*
My son. You are such a blessing. I promise that I will make sure you are loved your entire life.
*cough**continues vomiting*
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Tom P.O.V.
I start school in a week, so I'm moving into our dorms now. May I say that I'm glad my dad's rich, so I was able to have a room to myself in the Residential Hall. Merlin knows how many people have already asked me if I got lost visiting my parent. At first, I was furious, but I finally understood why and forgave them not long after.
It was lunch time and father already left to deal with something that came up about production, then I met another kid my age. Henceforth. . . like any other regular person feeling intimidated after being left alone with a whole bunch of people almost twice my size, I went to talk to him. I was initially glad there was a child genius around, so my presence wouldn't stick out like a sore thumb. But lo and behold, he wasn't a student, he was there with his mother who was unpacking her things in her dorm room, and he just went down to eat because he was famished.
*Sigh*
The embarrassment that crept up my cheeks couldn't be rivaled. It was from then on, that I promised myself I would never assume the purpose of someone being anywhere no matter how likely the answer may be. His mom was kind though. And even if I despised her for treating me like a child, her cookies were good.
When classes finally begun, I was regretting. Regretting the day I decided to complete a bachelors before I attend Hogwarts. I should have stayed home and become a lazy bum. Taking 17-21 units a semester was. . . deadly. The many times I ran home after my exams were done, complaining about the incoherent phrasing of some questions, and cr-. . . despairing over my inability to complete some exams before the time limit were. . . shameful. So I'm glad only dad saw those unseemly moments of mine.
This period of cursing 30 page long essays, complaining to my father, and sneaking into Diagon Alley on lighter-load weekends continued on for four years until finally, it was the summer I get my letter. . . and here I was, in my blue toga and honors tassels, sitting in the lap of a gigantic teddy bear with a graduation cap on, having my pictures taken by Pepper.
"Come on Tom, would you just smile? It's the last one I promise!"
"No! You already said that 23 times! I was counting!"
"Come on sport, afterwards we can get icecream."
"Listen to your dad Tom, and we can finish faster."
"uughhh. Fine."
I flash a big irritated smile at the camera, doing my best to ignore the giggling of my fellow batchmates and one "best'' friend, Jack, real name Duncan Finn Ainsworth, who was once my comrade at arms in facing the demons of college life for these past four years, but is now my sworn enemy. Oh he will not gain blackmail from me, not today.
"Come on Jack, let's have one picture together for old times sake!"
I grin as his face morphs into one of disbelief and betrayal.
"Jack darling, would you please pose with our son?"
Pepper begs with the same tone she uses to convince dad to do house chores. That tone that only mothers have, but she has surprisingly developed and mastered with flying colors.
It didn't take long before he was finally sitting on the bear's other leg, regretting the day he decided to barge into my life and force a friendship with me. So after a long day of pictures and celebrations, a promise that I will keep in contact with Jack, and a stomach full of seafood and pasta. I lay in my bed, looking out the window and think about everything I need to do next.
Holy Merlin I'm busy this summer.
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Don't get me wrong though. I didn't really become a lazy bum aside from my studies. I have responsibilities that demand me to tire myself to death. During the weekends I was not bombarded with assignments, I would sneek off into Diagon Alley and Knockturn Alley and look for everything I would need for the impending war. Basically materials (bought the vanishing cabinet and hid it in our basement (at Stark Mansion, Stark Manor was still being built at that time), rare potions materials, etc.), blackmail material to influence politicians, and, information. And the information I found was. . . distasteful.
The very first thing I found out was that "I can't get a bank account at Gringotts." An adult can register one for me though, but it has to be a legal magical guardian so that's out of the box. I have to wait until I'm 11 when the school I will go to will send in the request to make accounts for the incoming 'muggleborns'. *tisk*
But worst of all. I found many inconsistencies with my original timeline, my supposed future. For one, Pettigrew was dead, not just presumably dead, he was REAL dead. Apparently he got the Dementor's kiss and was famed as the worst Death Eater of them all. His body was later burnt to cinders by one of his victim's lover, an auror who acted out in anger right after Pettigrew got the kiss, and was arrested not soon after. History books mention his many cruelties and strategies that devastated hundreds of families, both muggle and wizards combined. It took months, but after Voldemort went missing, they found him trespassing Harry Potter's new home. During his trial, he was administered Veratiserum and was apparently diagnosed mentally ill. His crimes however, were far too cruel to leave him alive, so he got the kiss.
[A/N: He trespassed privet drive in order to get baby Harry and revive Voldemort earlier than planned. But the blood wards prevented him from doing so and alerted the Ministry to action. Further details will be revealed in a later chapter. Wink.]
I had to research him for years on end (both legal and illegal) to find this information, and it was worth it. One of the dead ends to his 'mysteries' was covered up so well, I almost missed it. But it was also because it was covered up so well that it stood out so vividly.
Portions of what he revealed in court were erased, the memories of the wittnesses were tampered with (which I found out with legilimency of course). It was obveous that he revealed things he shouldn't have. Things the Wizengamot didn't want revealed. And honestly, I dont know how to feel about that. On one hand, I'm glad possible evidence that I may have memories of the future would not be floating around, flaunting it's tail. But on the other, certain people are keeping his confessions a secret, so the information is still there. Lurking, lingering, just waiting for someone to find out. Thankfully, he was only a foot soldier in his last life so I doubt it would be much of anything, but it may still be quite troublesome.
For example, I know that he only knew a few parts of the prophesy (I don't think that would change things that much since I heard Uncle Severus knew the whole thing and was the one who reported it to Voldemort in the first timeline to gain his trust and be included in his inner circle), the main figures of the order (like. . . Dumbledore and Hermione, but he can't really kill them because. . . well Hermione is muggleborn and Dumbledore is Dumbledore. Neville's parents are surprisingly alive. I guess this goes to show how much he looks down on the boy. And, his revelation that Snape is an untrustworthy spy, terminated Uncle Snape's position as a double spy, but this gave way to him receiving a greater pardon and more trust from the order than the first time.), and . . . I don't know what else he would know.
He's a goddamn Gryffindor through and through for Pete's sake. They don't search for information and plan. They just bulldoze ahead, hope for the best, and surprisingly make the outcome as optimistic as their brains convinced them it would be. I really don't think he knew much. His knowledge of the future might have given him the advantage he needs to temporarily become the Dark Lord's right-hand man, but his courage, big-headedness, and Gryffindor brashness probably is what ended him.
So there goes my biggest worry. He caused some mess, but nothing irreparable. But I'm still not too sure whether I'm lucky or unlucky. . . Most everything is still the same though. Potters are still dead except Harry, Weasleys are still abundant, Crabb and Goyle are good, Parkinsons, Bulstrode, (sadly) Nott, Abbott, etc. all flourishing.
Sirius and Aunt Bellatrix are in Azkaban. (I worried about her for a moment because she's the reason I went to America in the first palce) I couldn't really look deep into everyone's families, since only information from the Obituaries and about Political figures are at my easy disposal (and I'm not wasting my energy looking into everyone's situation. I have enough on my plate thanks.)
But, there is one thing I am truly worried about. My father isn't an active member in the Wizengamot. Also, mother no longer goes to her favorite boutiques and spas. I was once worried they died, but they don't have death certificates. And worst of all, I can't find any information about them after the end of the war. It was as if they simply disappeared.
So here comes my next plan. Since I can't find out anything about them through my "normal" methods. I must see for myself, what their situations are. I will go to the one place I always saw them. Before this whole mess happened. I will go home, to Malfoy Manor.
Right after my mandatory 3 week vacation in America that is, to not "forget my roots". Pure hogwash I tell you. My real roots are purely British you see.
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~/ Stark Towers /~
I stared at the teenage boy and could not help but look at his wrist. Finally, curiosity got the better of me and I asked.
"Are your webs artificial or organic?"
"Oh I got- I got web shooters."
"What a relief. So you made them? The web." Thank god this peter boy didn't have spinnerets on his wrist. Or harvest his webs 'elsewhere'. That would be very disgusting.
"Oh yeah. They're made of carbon nanules. I just arranged the fibers so that they get spun in a hierarchically interconnected manner that maximizes their natural friction and bonding to improve their performance before they get propelled."
"But I tested one of your web samples and their tensile strength was off the charts. 58 Gpa, and that's already at a deteriorated state. So I though it was mainly the composition that gave it that much density. The time it decayed was far too short if you wove them as tight as how you implied. Afterall; to achieve that much tensile strength from physics alone, the surface area would be compressed to the barest minimum; disregarding atom width and nuclear repulsion."
"Oh no, their ionization state helps with that part."
"Ioniz-. . . Impossible. You made that many grams of Carbo-"
"Alright Tom, you can play your game of ask 20 questions with our guest later."
Tony, re-entered the room holding two glasses of iced tea.
"But dad-"
"No buts. It's past your bedtime."
"Stop treating me like a kid!"
"You are a kid."
"Yeah a kid who wrote a thesis on how cold Nuclear Fusion would work using a Stellarator to generate energy by accelerating the plasma to produce alpha particles from Hydrogen ions and a Lithium catalyst to produce infinite renewable energy, which could theoretically replace your nuclear reactor since it doesn't use nuclear decay, and thus doesn't rely on electron potential and gamma radiation to power the thing. Radioactive silver poisoning was a bad move on your part. Also, why do you insist on a Tokamak? It's the 21st century old man. Stellarators are way better."
"Hey. I discovered and invented a new element to counter that, and there's nothing wrong with Tokamaks! In fact, it's Stellarators that have hydromagnetic instability and are unsafe to create no matter how much more efficient they may be."
"Then we can just flood it with gas. Also, the probability of that happening would be infinitely small since we now know to build it in the 5-fold Optimization shape, the theoretically perfect shape that distinguishes the probability of the plasma to break under stress to almost 0! Specifically, its at 0.00000007%"
"We are not arguing about this right now young man. I will tell you about the dangers of Stellarators in the morning after breakfast, it's 10 pm! Why aren't you in bed? Also, since when did you learn about Thermonuclear Fusion?"
"Jet lag! And I knew Nuclear Fusion since I learned about-" I stopped and rethought my words, since a non-related no-maj was in the room. "something with a lot of radioactive nuclei. I may not be a genius like you, but I had all the time in the world, no one to talk to, and random blueprints and notes scattered around like tissue paper written by the man who Time magazine alleged the 'Smartest brain on the planet' 5 years counting, for 7 years of my life! 10 if you include summers. I learn things without wanting to."
I could tell, from that smirk he was trying to push down, that he was proud of me. Of both my silver tongue, and my sass, but I should give him some face.
"Goodnight dad. It was a pleasure meeting you Peter. Oh, I almost forgot. Come out, Catalipsi, meet the newest addition to our nest!"
I'm sure it's no harm showing Peter, afterall, he's a mutant.
A tiny snake with legs, midnight blue scales, and light silver fur came crawling out of my sleeve to rest on the palm of my hand.
"Woah!" I hear his teenage voice squeak. Pathetic muggle.
"Catalipsi, this is Peter Parker. Parker, this is Catalipsi."
Her tiny black tongue came out, flickering in the air tasting the new scent of the leader of our family.
Dad sighs as if giving up on something, and smiles warmly as he pats my head.
"Alright, go to bed son. . . Don't let her leave your room."
I nod my head, and say my farewells to both my dad, and our new guest.
That went better than expected. I love how dad lets me get away with everything.
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Draco P.O.V.
*gasp*
. . .
A gasp?
I turn around and saw that we had a visitor. Dark shoulder length swept back hair, greed eyes, tall, thin, strange green and gold war robes. An unfamiliar face.
I got careless, just because the Avengers Headquarters moved elsewhere doesn't mean we won't have any more visitors.
"Oblivi-!"
In a flash, the man is absorbed by green smoke and I felt something sharp on my throat.
"An ishtari? How peculiar, I thought Father killed your whole race."
I felt a small gush of air, and hear the knife drop to the floor, followed by a choking sound. I held my neck feeling shivers run down my spine and I dared look back. Oh thank god. Jarvis is holding him by the neck.
And by Jarvis, I mean Jarvis in one of Dad's suits.
"Thank you Jarvis. When is dad comming?"
"You're welcome Tom. I will come with you instead and was instructed to take you there earlier than scheduled - some trouble popped up that will keep your father busy and he wishes you return to Britain where you will be safe."
". . .Wait. What happened? wait, wait, wait. Okay, I won't ask any questions about that to make it easier on the both of us - but can I at least ask who the hell he is and why he is is able to tresspass and rob us?"
I point to the guy who was struggling in mid-air. I'm surprised he hasn't run out of air. But also, why does he seem so familiar?
"This man in Loki Odinson, also known as the 'God of Mischief and Destruction' and the 'brother of Thor Odinson - God of Thunder and an Avenger'."
"I am Loki, future King of Asgard! Thor is the brother of I and you will treat me with respect!"
. . . Loki? The Loki who caused my dad's trauma in New York while dad kept me ignorant in his safehouse? THAT Loki?
I summoned the strongest Confringo I could muster. ~| curse that causes the target to explode.|
"Release him. Now!"
As soon as Jarvis' fingers left his throat. I released the spell from the edge of my fingertips.
But just as the spell almost hit its target, he vanished. The spell hit the couch behind him, causing it to burst into flame and burn until it ceased to exist in a couple of seconds. Within this time, I cast another spell.
"Homenum Revelio!" ~|human detection spell|
There behind the counter!
"Petrficus Totalis!"
I was worried he escaped again, but as I heard his frozen body drop to the floor, I knew I was successful. I did it! Ha! I will get revenge on the nightmares you gave on my dad! I will return the favor three-fold!
I run to the dining area and find him frozen in a running position face-first on the ground. But why was I able to petrify him? Why did he stay? Why didn't he apparate out of the building? Only one reason. He let me petrify him, he needed something in here - but what?
"Mobilicorpus." ~|levitates body|
I levitated his body to an upright position and blindfolded him. Then I brought him to the interrogation room. (a training area without anything in it but it full-proof to any damage)
"Tom. You shouldn't be doing this. Your father wants you to be safe, not levitating the paralyzed bodies of his enemies."
"Muffliato. Just because he's petrified doesn't mean he can't hear Jarvis. And don't worry. What dad doesn't know won't hurt him."
~| charm used to fill the ears of any person in the vicinity of the caster with an unidentifiable buzzing sound |~
"However it could hurt you, and the foundation of my program cannot permit that. If you do not leave now, I may have to ground you, Tom."
*Sigh* why am I even arguing with my ex-baby sitter? I conjure a seat and tie the intruder to it with a simple wordless Incarcerous. ~|conjure ropes from thin air|~
"Finite Incantatem." ~|spell to remove other spells = muffliato and petrificus totalus|
I removed his blindfold and was pissed of at his amazed proud face, like he found a rare Salazar Slytherin Chocolate Frog Trading Card on his first try. I can't help but think that this decision of mine was wrong. He DEFINITELY let me petrify him on purpose. But why? Ugh. . . I smell trouble. I can't deal with any of that right now.
"Stupefy!"
I watched him go limp and I retreated to my room ready to pack my things, not forgetting to lock the room that man was in. On my way there, I noticed that there was a red sack of dad's prototypes, vials of red glowy who knows what {A/N: Extremis Virus}, and other important 'junk', lying down near the elevator like it was accidentally dropped.
Was he. . . robbing us?
. . .
"Fine... Call father, have him and SHIELD deal with that man before I change my mind. You don't need to fly me to the airport, I'll go by myself using 'our' means."
After going to my room and spelling all my things into my luggage followed by a featherweight charm later, I apparated to the nearest international floo.
Running away you say? Of course not, I was simply avoiding trouble.
While waiting for my turn to use the interstate floo, I wrote a short letter to Potter explaining that I had to leave America earlier than expected and couldn't visit him, but he was welcome to send me owls while I was at school.
""Number 316! 316!""
"That is me!"
I rushed to the half-blood dwarf next to Floo 7.
"London, England sir."
"That will be 13 sickles."
After I paid the man and he gave me a bucket with the necessary amount of floo powder to travel that far, I stepped into the floo with my luggage.
"Stark Mansion!"
With a wave of my hand, I threw the floo powder to the ground, and watched as the green flames covered my whole body and diminished.
Stepping out I cast a light Tergeo on myself and glanced around. Just as I left it.
*sigh* It was a long day. A really long one. I trudged up the stairs to my sleeping chambers and collapsed on my bed. Longingly I glanced out the window. Just one thing left. Just one.
I yawned and let sleep take over me.
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[A/N: Yeah... I changed stuffs in this chapter. Just to match my future plans.]
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/Two chapters coming up in the next two weeks. first one 1000+ more words than promised. other 2000+ more words. For those who want to know why it took so long. I'm an idiot. I accidentally deleted 8000+ words of notes and future scenes. So I had to write everything again, but I thinks I wrote it better this time./
I'm not sure how to write Harry so please give me feedback!
Poll:
Should I make harry a transmigrated character from a Drarry, Tomarry, or Timetravel!Harry fic?
a.) Yes, Drarry - Draco will remain single but tons of innuendos. No PDA
b.) Yes, Tomarry - Tons of misunderstandings that Draco is actually Tom Riddle. However, same situation as above
c.) Future Harry also travels to the past - I might make him MOD to fit the story unless requested otherwise. More, but different, misunderstandings between Harry and Draco.
d.) No, Canon Harry. The story is already too crazy
e.) Others. Please express your thoughts in the comment section Thank you
Regardless of your choice I will still appreciate any and all feedback. That's why I asked for this poll to start with hahahha. Timelimit is when Harry appears. Its not too far off. I will write based on the majority vote. I'm cool with any result cause I love all results. ?. Love you guys
Current poll results: If the count is weird, that is because I'm counting votes on two sites.
Drarry - 1
FemHarry - 1 (though I'm still thinking over this one and no promises)