This chapter wasn't actually planned to be its own chapter, but instead was originally combined with the next one. But it ended up being pretty long, so I split them into two.

Small bit of trivia before we start.

Enjoy!


Waking up the following morning was a little disorientating for both Harry and Jack, as neither were familiar with the new environment they had found themselves in.

Stepping into the shower, Jack allowed the hot water to flow over him, as he remained deep in thought.

The timeline had changed now, regardless of what he did from here on out. But there were so many things he could still change. Start the horcrux hunt? Start the legal process to get Sirius out of Azkaban?

Revealing himself to Albus Dumbledore was a sketchy idea. Who knows how the man might react. He could pump him full of veritaserum, and obliviate him once he was finished… Okay, that last thought was unlikely, but it was horrible to think about.

What Jack didn't notice, as he was deep in thought, was the water making movements it shouldn't have done, while it was travelling out of the shower head and towards the bath below Jack's feet.

By 9 o'clock, the pair managed to find their way to the dining room, where Dotty served them both breakfast – Porridge, with a lot of fruits, and a pitcher of orange juice.

Apparently, the elves pulled money out of a specially designated vault which, like Harry's trust vault, held a specific number of Galleons, topped up from the main Potter family vault each month.

Once they'd finished, Jack gestured to the main living room, and the pair seated themselves exactly where they had been the night before.

"So, I think we should start with a cover story for me." Jack started.

"A cover story? Why?"

"Yeah, we make up a story about how we knew each other in the future. It makes it easier to explain our situation to everyone else. I'm going to suggest that I was a muggle you ran into. Now I'm a squib, but I'm able to help you out. Fabby touched on something last night too, which might be advantageous to us."

"What's that?"

"He said Potter 'Castellan', which is like a fancy word for butler, or manager of the estate. It would advantage me because it would give me a little bit of weight to throw about in the Ministry if they get uppity – basically me using your fame to our advantage. And I'm pretty sure I can swing it that I'm a magical adult. Meaning you can practice magic here at the manor without issue."

"Huh, that's cool. I thought we couldn't use magic outside of Hogwarts though?"

"Well, they only find out if there's no magical adult around to claim responsibility."

Harry thought for a second, allowing the implications to wash over him. "That seems pretty unfair."

"Yup, but we can use it to our advantage. And you could ask Hermione and her parents to come over for a few days, and she could practice too."

"That's a good idea."

"So, our cover story is…"

Jack established the fact that he had known Harry in the future, although Harry was a much older man at the time. Now that Jack had time-travelled to the past, Jack could help his now much younger friend.

"I suppose that works. So, what's next on our list?"

"Well, I think getting me registered at the Ministry should be the next thing we do, probably Monday?" Jack queried.

Upon seeing his companion's affirmative response, he continued, "I suggest you write back to your friends today, so they don't worry about you not replying to their letters. Perhaps we can host the Grangers and a Weasley or two next week, after the wards are fully online."

Standing up, Jack said, "Right, I'm going to go look at the library I noticed on the way to our bedrooms last night. I want to see if there's any books on politics, or the ministry in general. I'm not going to tell you what to do, but I suggest that after you finish your letters, you speak with the elves and various portraits around here. We can have Dotty prepare some lunch for us around 1."

"Sounds good to me. I'll see you at lunch."

Harry watched as Jack strode out of the room, before turning to Fabby who chose that moment to appear out of thin air.

"Fabby, is there anything I should be aware of right now?"

"No Master Harry, everything is well in hand at the moment. I suggest you take Master Starburn's advice and speak to your grandparents."

Nodded decisively, Harry ignored Fabby as he faded out of existence. Somehow, he'd come to accept the elf's sudden constant presence in his life. It seemed that Fabby would follow him around invisibly, unless he called for him. It was comforting in some ways, but slightly disturbing in others.

"Don't worry, Harry. You'll get used to Fabby. He'd an old elf, stuck in his ways. He was like that for my father, grandfather, and his father before him," said Charlus, who looked at Harry with a knowing look, as if he could read his thoughts.

"Grandfather Charlus-" Harry started, but was interrupted. "Call me Granddad, or Charlus, if you must." Charlus said, kindly.

Nodding, Harry tried again. "Granddad, what can you tell me about my family?"

Here, Charlus grimaced, while Dorea shook her head sadly. "A crime, my dear boy. It's truly a crime your family history has been kept from you." He started.

"The Potters are a Most Ancient and Noble House, stemming back to the early 1300s, when our ancestor, Linfred of Stinchcombe, took the last name Potter, and passed it onto his children.

"Some 300 years later, one Abraham Potter, my many times great-grandfather, took a branch of the family to America. He became one of the first families to align themselves with the Magical Congress of the United States of America, or MACUSA, and was trained as one of the first 13 Aurors."

"Law enforcement, dear. A keeper of the peace," added Dorea, seeing the confused look on Harry's face. Charlus smiled at his wife, before continuing.

"My grandfather, Henry, served as Lord Potter until he died in 1889. My father, Fleamont, was born in 1875, and became Lord Potter upon reaching his majority in 1892, but sadly died during Grindelwald's war in 1944.

"He was one of Albus Dumbledore's right-hand men and died fighting Grindelwald's enforcers. Linnaeus Selwyn, Leonel Selwyn, Vinda Rosier, and Titus Travers remain incarcerated in Azkaban to this day for their parts in Grindelwald's War, one of their many crimes being my father's death. Minister Leonard was only too happy to sentence them to life in Azkaban."

Sighing, Charlus continued, "I became Lord Potter in 1944, at the tender age of 48, on the back of one of the Potter family's biggest deals in history; we sold the recipe and production rights of my father's potion, Sleakeazy's for several hundreds of thousands of Galleons, plus a percentage in Davis & Macmillans potion brewing and supplying business. Basically, we get a small cut of every sale of the potion.

"I met your grandmother in Hogwarts, as we were in the same school year. She was a Black, before she became a Potter. The Black family is very Traditions focused and have been at the centre of the Traditionalists political bloc since its inception, hundreds of years ago."

Dorea added her own perspective, "My younger brother, Arcturus, whom eventually became Head of the Most Ancient and Most Noble House of Black, hated Charlus while we were in school. Incidentally, he married Melania Macmillan, aunt of Michael, the man your grandfather sold the potion to."

Charlus chortled. "Fortunately, Arcturus grew up once we'd all left Hogwarts, and saw the benefits of trading political favours when appropriate."

Harry smiled slightly, almost indulgently, before asking, "What about my dad?"

Charlus looked at Dorea, before saying, "Dorea and I struggled to have children, although we never figured out why. Even a trip to Mungo's didn't help…"

"That's the wizarding hospital in London, dear." Dorea added.

"Yes, yes. Anyway, James was quite a surprise, he came along in 1960."

Harry wrinkled his nose, trying not to think about the obvious connotations of that statement. Charlus laughed at the look, and as if reading his mind, he added, "Fortunately witches and wizards have much longer lifespans than muggles, and we remain fertile longer too. Lily used to tell us about the difference all the time." Here, Charlus smiled fondly.

"Oh, Lily was such a lovely young witch." Dorea said, seeing Harry's eager look. "She knew just how to keep my boy in line."

Charlus chortled again. "Yes, James was quite the troublemaker when he was younger. Fortunately, he settled down just before leaving Hogwarts, and marrying Lily. Although he and his little band of friends raised absolute hell at Hogwarts," Charlus finished, winking at Harry, who laughed loudly, a large grin on his face.

"Who were his friends?"

Charlus frowned, "Strange thing that. Dorea's great-nephew, Arcturus' grandson, Sirius Black – named after Dorea and her brother's father – was one of James' best friends. He's also your godfather, Harry. We would have expected him to take care of you, in the event that James and Lily couldn't. If not him, then either Remus Lupin, or Peter Pettigrew should have.

Harry frowned. "I've never heard of any of those people though."

"Perhaps you should ask Jack, over lunch?" Dorea added.

"Good idea," Harry murmured, deep in thought.


A short while later, Harry was guided by Fabby into the library. The Heir and his elf found Jack had situated himself at one of the 3 desks in the modest sized library.

One the table around him were many books. Harry's eyes picked out a few titles… "The Wizards' Council: A History of Pre-Ministry of Magic Britain, by Adalbert Waffling", "A History of Magic, 2nd edition, by Bathilda Bagshot", and"Fantastic Beasts & Where to Find Them, by Newt Scamander".

The book Jack was flicking through – "The Wizengamot, by Griselda Marchbanks" – Harry caught the title of, as Jack closed it upon seeing the pair enter the room.

"Time for lunch. You can go back to your books after we've eaten." Harry said, eyeing the books with dislike.

Jack laughed in response. "Research is definitely a necessary evil, although those are a tad heavy for my liking."

Shaking his head, as he saw Harry had already left the room, Jack called after him, "Don't forget, you've got your summer homework to complete. You'll find this room rather helpful, I'm sure!"

Following Harry into the dining room, he saw Harry whisper something to Dotty, who eagerly nodded, and popped away a split-second later.

Harry caught Jack's gaze, and casually said, "I thought we could eat lunch in the living room." Jack smelled a set-up, but ignored it, as a gesture of goodwill. He nodded, and the pair walked into the living room.

Jack waved in greeting to Charlus and Dorea, before sitting down on the sofa. Dotty popped in with a plate full of chicken, and beef sandwiches, and another pitcher of orange juice. At a request from Jack, she returned a moment later with a second pitcher, this time filled with water.

"Did you know the title of Ancient is a title afforded to a house that has existed for at least 250 years? So, any family that has kept the same second name since at least 1792 will be an Ancient House, by this point." Jack started, conversationally, knowing full well Harry did not care – At least, not at that moment.

"While Most Ancient is similar to Ancient, but the Most part gets added on after 500 years. House Potter was formed way back in the early 12th century and has been around for a good 800 years, so easily qualify.

"Noble however, is given to a house that can trace its routes back at least 5 generations of 'Pure-Blooded' witches or wizards. So that's how the House of Potter get their Most Ancient and Noble title."

Harry couldn't maintain a poker-face for very long, so Jack decided to cut to the chase after he'd eaten his first sandwich.

"Okay Harry, what do you want to ask?"

Harry dived in immediately. "Where is my godfather, Sirius Black?" At seeing the equally curious looks on the portrait's expressions, Jack sighed, knowing they'd put him up to this.

Jack knew the pair had more or less adopted Sirius when he'd ran away from the Black ancestral home at 16. Or was he 15? Of course, they'd want to know why he hadn't been caring for Harry. They'd died shortly before James and Lily were killed. That actually raised the question of how the portraits knew about James and Lily's deaths, but that was a question for another time. Probably something to do with the elves.

"Sirius Black is currently incarcerated in Azkaban prison. He was imprisoned by the DMLE and sentenced by Bartemius Crouch Snr for mass-murder with the Blasting Curse; giving the location of the cottage in Godric's Hollow, which lead to the deaths of James, and Lily; as well as his service to Dark Lord Voldemort."

A horrified silence overcame the group, as Jack took a sip of water. Jack took a moment to survey them.

Harry looked stunned. Charlus looked thunderstruck. But it was Dorea that made Jack crack. The poor woman began to silently wail, tears pouring down her cheeks.

The decision to reveal the truth was instantly made in his mind. "Curse these bloody life-like paintings."

"Sirius Black was wrongly imprisoned, without trial, for these crimes. He did not fire the Blasting Curse which killed 12 muggles, and one wizard. He did not give away the location of the Potter home in Godric's Hollow. And he was never a servant of him."

Jack continued on, ignoring the looks he was receiving. "I was hesitant to reveal this information because there is currently not a lot we can do to get Sirius out of Azkaban."

"Rubbish!" Charlus interjected with a shout. "Sirius is the Heir to the Most Ancient and Most Noble House of Black! The Ministry should be bending over backwards to assist him!"

"Times change, Charlus. Lucius Malfoy has been the Head of the Most Ancient and Most Noble House of Malfoy since the late 70s, and he's now one of the most powerful men in Wizarding Britain, and he has the ear of the Minister himself. Lucius knows Sirius was never a Death Eater, because Lucius managed to make his way into his Inner Circle, so why would he want Sirius – his enemy – out of Azkaban?"

"Surely the rest of the Wizengamot were up in arms over this?! The Traditionals should be outraged that an Heir to a Most Ancient and Most Noble House was imprisoned without trail! The Progressives should have been campaigning for his release, since he was part of Dumbledore's Order!" Charlus looked furious over Sirius' imprisonment.

But Jack shook his head. "Lucius has an iron-tight grip over the Traditionals; and has done so for the past decade. And as for the Progressives…" He trailed off, eyeing Harry.

"Either Albus Dumbledore genuinely didn't know about the switch, or he had a far more sinister purpose in mind."

"What?" Harry said, confused by the change in conversation.

"Harry, your parents were hidden through the use of an incredibly complex and powerful charm, called the Fidelius Charm. The charm hides all trace of the information inside the secret-keeper's soul. The information in your parent's case, was the location of their home at Godric's Hollow."

Here, Jack sighed. "Now comes the interesting part. You see, your mother was an expert at charms, and it was rumoured that she would apprentice under Filius Flitwick for her Charms Mastery. It's entirely possible that she discovered the Fidelius Charm herself, and convinced James, Sirius, Remus, and Peter to cast the charm on Sirius, hiding the information within his soul.

"However, I find that unlikely. In 'A History of Magic', it mentions the fall of Lord Voldemort and briefly covers the Fidelius Charm. It states it is an 'extremely difficult, multifaceted and potent charm', so it's far more likely that Albus Dumbledore himself cast the charm which hid your parents."

Again, Jack sighed. "This raises the issue I previously mentioned. It wasn't Sirius that hid the information inside his soul. It was in fact, Peter Pettigrew. Sirius had the brilliant idea of being bait for Lord Voldemort. He thought he would be the obvious person to have the location of their whereabouts, so instead they used the charm on Peter."

"Peter Pettigrew betrayed my son and his wife to Voldemort." Charlus said, in a deathly whisper, his eyes furious.

"Yes. Peter became a Death Eater sometime after he left Hogwarts, while joining the Order of the Phoenix and maintaining his friendship with James, Lily, Sirius, and Remus. He was there for Harry's birth, and shortly after, when James, Lily, and Harry went under the Fidelius, Peter went to him with their location."

Jack paused and took a sip of water, before continuing. "Sirius was the second person to stumble upon the aftermath of theattack, and immediately knew what had occurred. In his shock, he handed Harry over to Hagrid – who appeared shortly after him – and proceeded to chase Peter down. He cornered him on a muggle street somewhere, but Peter lied loudly that Sirius had been the one to betray his friends. Peter used the momentary shock to blow up the street and escape. The ministry descended on the scene, arrested Sirius, and threw him into Azkaban without a trial."

Jack turned to Charlus. "Now you tell me, Charlus. If Albus Dumbledore knew who the secret-keeper was, why didn't he intervene?"

Turning to Harry, Jack added. "There are a few reasons why I don't trust the Headmaster, and that is only one of them, Harry."

"But why wouldn't he want Sirius out of Azkaban?" Harry queried, entirely confused.

"What information are we missing?" Dorea asked.

"Harry, do you believe me when I say I truly care about you, and I want nothing but the best for you?"

Harry balked at the strange turn in the conversation. "Err-I… I suppose. Why?"

Jack smiled benignly. "You're entirely too trusting. I do care, and I do want you to succeed in life, and I want you to get through your Hogwarts years as painlessly as possible.

"There's a war coming, Harry. You met Lord Voldemort for the 2nd time a few months ago. But you won't meet him again until the end of your 4th year at Hogwarts, unless something changes drastically.

"There are somethings which both Headmaster Dumbledore, and I would keep from you. I think it's because we care about you. Because we both want you to live the life of a child for just a few more years – Although I know you would argue that you've never had a proper childhood because of the Dursleys."

Jack paused. "Gah-… What was my point again?"

A short, confused silence later, Jack remembered. "Oh yes. Basically, I'm not sure we can fully trust the Headmaster will do what's best for you, rather than what he thinks is best for the Wizarding World as a whole. He believes in a saying, 'For The Greater Good'."

Here, Charlus inhaled sharply, uttering, "He would never…" Dorea also looked surprised.

"Grindelwald's saying is something that Albus has taken to heart. It is my belief that Albus allowed Sirius to go to Azkaban, so that he could have control of where Harry would live. He knew full well what the Dursleys were like, and wanted an emotionally abused and stunted child to come to Hogwarts, eyes full of wonder, and Albus would sweep him up and paint himself as the 'trusted grandfather'."

Jack turned to look directly at Dorea. "You asked what information you're missing? There's a prophesy about Harry."

"Prophesies are a dangerous business." Dorea responded. "They're a load of tosh!" Charlus interjected, "We should be more concerned with getting Sirius out of Azkaban."

Jack looked at Harry. "In the original timeline, Sirius escaped Azkaban in a year's time. It would be my suggestion to drop a hint to the DMLE that there was never a trial, but it's highly likely that nothing will come of it. It anything happens, great. But it is my belief that it will be swept under the rug. Sirius will break out next summer, and we will collect him and bring him here."

"What if we're wrong about Dumbledore?" Harry questioned.

"'We', eh? Good lad." Jack thought.

"Hope for the best, plan for the worst. If we're wrong, great. Albus has a lot of political capital we can use against the Ministry in order to get an innocent man out of the maximum-security wing of Azkaban. If not, then Sirius breaks out of Azkaban after 12 years, and we find him. I know where he's going to be just after your 13th birthday, the 6th of August, to be exact."

Dorea's portrait abruptly started sniffling again. "Oh Merlin, he's been in Azkaban for 12 years. In maximum-security, which means surrounded by Dementors." Even Charlus looked a little pale.

Harry however, just looked confused. "What are Dementors?"

"Soul-sucking demons." Charlus bit out. "Dementors suck the happiness from the world; the abominations feed on it. They can remove your soul from your body, a method called the Dementor's Kiss."

Looking horrified, Harry jumped to his feet. "We've got to do something! We need to save him! He's my godfather!"

"Slow down, Harry. Sirius has been in there for 11 years already. He'll be the same now as he will in a year's time." Jack said, before adding, "Now look, I know that's not the justification you're looking for, so I'll tell you this. Sirius is an Animagus, a magical that can transform into an animal. In his animal form, the Dementors don't affect him as much.

"I won't lie to you, Dorea, he's not the same boy you knew. Azkaban has affected him mentally. But once he's here, you'll be able to help him."

Dorea tearfully nodded, and Charlus nodded in thanks as well. Jack turned to Harry, and asked, "Do you have any more questions before we finish lunch?"

"Nothing that can't wait, I suppose." Harry responded.

And with that, the pair ate the rest of their lunch in silence. Both of them thinking about the conversation they'd just had.


Once they'd finished, Jack asked Harry to follow him out to the grounds behind the manor. From the looks of it, they had a smaller-than-normal sized Quidditch pitch out back, as well as a large grassy area of garden.

"So, what are we doing outside?" Harry asked.

"I've decided we need to set our schedules somewhat, so that we're in control and aren't losing time on meaningless things. Make sense?"

Harry thought for a second, then nodded. "I suppose so."

"Ok, good. So, we should aim to get up at 8 in the morning and have eaten breakfast by 9. That gives us a couple of hours before lunch at 1 to get things like reading, research, and homework out of the way. After lunch, you've got an hour to do what you like. Then from 2 onwards, we're going to be outside exercising."

Jack held his hand up to forestall the coming questions. "Now, I know you're going to ask why we need to exercise, and the answer is simple. Remember that war that I mentioned? Well, I happen to be rather fond of you, and I wouldn't want anything to happen to you."

Here, Harry ducked his head to hide his blush. He wasn't used to people looking out for him.

"In a wizarding fight, people only think about magic, but what happens if you lose your wand? Game over, right?"

Harry nodded, not having thought of it like that before.

"Wizards rely a lot on their wands. But we're going to exercise, to build up muscle and speed. This means we can dodge spells more consistently, last longer in a duel or fight, and if you lose your wand, you might be able to get it back easier."

"Plus, it would probably help you play Quidditch." Jack added. "Sold!" Harry immediately replied, to which Jack laughed.

"Alright then. The first thing we need to do is warm our muscles up, so they're ready for the exercises. So, we'll start off with a small amount of stretching our legs, just our hamstrings and calves – because you should never start off with a lot of static stretches, or so I'm told." Here, Jack had a fond smile on his face, as if remembering something. "Then we'll be jogging for a bit, then finally some proper stretching."

Harry copied the exercises Jack demonstrated for a few minutes, before they both started to jog around the make-shift Quidditch pitch. After 2 laps, they slowed down.

"Okay, next you should do some push-ups, sit-ups, crunches, burpees, planking, etc. I'm doing to be doing something a tad different."

Harry sent Jack a questioning gaze but didn't comment. Instead he began to do the series of recommended exercises. Thankfully Wood had taught him what most of the exercises Jack named actually were, because Jack just assumed he knew.

Meanwhile, Jack began to do some more stretching, which culminated in him doing the splits. Ignoring Harry's shocked and, if he was honest, horrified gasp, at what he'd just done, Jack stood up and executed a couple of basic kicks and punches.

Turning to Harry, he smirked and said, "I suppose I didn't mention. I'm a blue belt in Taekwondo, and I'd like to keep up with my training."

Harry did know that Taekwondo was a martial art, like Karate, but wasn't sure what the differences were, until Jack explained. At a basic level, Karate focused on punches within combat, while Taekwondo focused on kicks.

"Impressive." Harry commented. And it was, too. The kicks were all aimed at the head of someone that only Jack could see, and there were even a few spinning kicks thrown in for good measure.

Harry could easily imagine himself doing the same to Dudley, or an evil wizard if he lost his wand.

"Could you teach me?" Harry asked.

"It probably wouldn't be a bad idea to teach you the basics." Came the prompt response from the only slightly winded Jack. It was clear he'd been practicing often for a long time to have that sort of stamina.

"However, I think it would be best if you stuck to learning to throw spells, rather than kicks or punches."

Harry nodded, albeit reluctantly.

"Something I always hated from Taekwondo was Poomsae, or Patterns. It's basically a dance which shows off your mastery over individual techniques. I personally think it's a waste of energy, and highly impractical, but I can show you the first pattern."

And with that, Harry watched as Jack executed a series of moves which did look a bit like a highly scripted dance. It looked very rigid, and unnatural, although that might have been because of Jack's lack of enthusiasm.

What Harry didn't notice, although Jack did, was the earth beneath Jack's feet appearing to change shape, moulding around his feet as he moved from side to side, throwing his arm around in a defensive technique, followed by a punch, before turning back and repeating the same techniques.

"Definitely something I'll need to look into later." Jack thought.

Harry clapped after Jack finished the series of techniques with a shout, which, Harry was later informed, was called a Kihap. Afterwards, Jack joined Harry in doing the previously mentioned routine of exercises.

Once they'd finished, Jack told Harry to ask Dotty for a towel and some water, and instructed him to do some light stretching, so he could cooldown.


It was later that afternoon that Harry found Jack in the library once again. Although he did manage to pull Jack away from his book on the ministry, Jack did inform Harry he'd like his help at some point looking for a book on Elemental magic.

Over dinner, the topic of conversation ranged over their upcoming trip to the ministry on Monday, house elves and their symbiotic relationships with their masters, and the new school year.

"Do you know who the new Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor will be?" Harry asked.

"Yes, I do. In fact, you're going to meet him in a few weeks, when we go to Diagon to get your supplies for the year. I don't want to colour your perception of him this early, but let's just say you'll be doing a lot of self-study for DADA this year." Replied an amused Jack.

"Also," he continued, in a more serious tone, "If anything happens, or anything feels… Off about the man, you should either write me a letter, or tell Professor McGonagall."

Jack had known Gilderoy Lockhart to be a man of questionable status across various fan works. At best, he was a useless wizard with a penchant for Memory Charms. At worst? Well, some say the man has a preference for children.

"Err, okay? I'll do that," replied a slightly confused Harry, clearly not used to having people look out for him.

"Now, have you finished replying to those that wrote to you over the break?" Jack asked, well aware he had changed the timeline already. Harry was supposed to have been at the Burrow by now, so he hoped Harry had explained recent events adequately to Ron.

"Yup. I wrote back to Ron, and Hermione about what had happened recently. I said that I met you a few weeks ago, and you've been helping me out with wizarding related stuff over the summer." Harry replied, clearly happier with the knowledge that his friends hadn't forgotten about him.

"Good. When they reply, likely tomorrow, respond with an idea about meeting up in a couple of weeks. I'm sure we could pop over to the Granger's residence, as well as floo to the Burrow. They could even stay here, over a weekend, perhaps."

"Really?" Harry's eyes lit up, as he clearly took the idea and ran with it. "That'd be awesome."

"Sure. It would be a good excuse for me to establish myself with the parents of your friends and talk about boring adult stuff." Jack responded, half-jokingly.

"Uh huh," was the response from Harry, as he rolled his eyes.

"Right then, kiddo. Time for me to get back to the library. You've pretty much got run of the house for the rest of the night, and tomorrow is Sunday, which is a rest day, meaning our schedule doesn't apply."

"Sweet." Came the short response, as Harry jumped away from the table and towards the living room. He seemed really taken by Charlus, and loved his grandad's stories. Although Dorea was always quick to rain on Charlus' parade whenever the man started embellishing too much.

Saturday quickly came to an end, and much like the previous night, Harry and Jack went to bed in a unfamiliar environment, both dreaming of a happy future.