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"This place is worse than I remember." Said a voice breaking Harry from his thoughts. He was in Galatea's room wrapped up in her sheets, watching the rise and fall of her chest when he heard footsteps and muffled talking.
"Just get the stupid thing and let's go brother!" said a feminine voice. Harry glanced at the clock, it was later than he thought it was. He gave a long suffering sigh. Not only did he have to live in this dark, depressing house full of children and Sirius who was worse than a child but now any sneak thief that felt like it was robbing them. He opened the door and walked towards that noise. He saw a soft wand light glow come from the room. Galatea was in a thin shift and she looked worried. This was bad. When Galatea was worried it was time to panic.
"Will you shut up?! Sixteen or twenty six mother will be cross at us for stealing this." Said the female voice again. Harry looked at Galatea with wide eyes. She shook her head and went back into the room for a heavy robe. Of course…her children. She knew that she shouldn't have any contact with them when they traveled the time stream. It was a dangerous thing to know your own future for one thing and also the universe didn't much like what she was doing, Puck told her so, so she had laid off the time travel.
"Go back to bed." Whispered Galatea. Harry shuddered as he felt her hot breath against his ear. This was beyond strange, first he and Galatea are intimate and now they get a visit from her future children. He wanted to see them. He wanted to see his children. He had seen his son, Pietro and two of Galatea's. wow, thinking of children killed whatever mood he was in fast.
"No." said Harry adamantly. Galatea grabbed his wrist and looked his in the eye. Harry dropped his gaze and held her hand.
"Harry, we can't interact with them." said Galatea. she wanted to see them as well. She wanted to see what kind of man Timothy would grow up to be. She even wanted to see her little daughter who was still growing within her.
"Why not now? We have before." said Harry as she led Harry back to her room. She wanted to at least know what it was that they were taking and what they needed. Her original plan was to at least spy on them if not to interact with them but she was becoming more aware of Harry near her. He smelled like her and himself and intimacy and cologne and something unidentifiable. She was married to Puck but that was a combination of adolescent infatuation and simply wanting her children to exist. When she learned her future she felt as though she had to act out a script to make it happen.
"Because we shouldn't know our own future, Harry." Said Galatea sitting him down on her bed. Harry suddenly pulled away from her. She looked hurt and angry.
"Bullshit." Suddenly Harry burned from her touch. She was being a hypocrite and she knew it. He knew it too. Suddenly the wrongness of the situation hit him like a bludger to the face.
"Excuse me?" said Galatea suddenly put out. She knew what he was calling bullshit about, she had lived many years preparing for the future, acting it, afraid to act on her own for fear of derailing some sort of gospel like timeline.
"Everything you've done has been done to ensure a future, to march in lock step with one and now you tell me neither of us can know ours?" said Harry indignantly. Galatea squared her shoulders and took a calming breath.
"Aren't you tired of marching in lock step? Like some sort of a soldier marching towards the horizon? Well, let me tell you the horizon is an imaginary line which recedes as you approach it." Said Galatea in a triumphant tone of voice.
"But this line isn't receding, the end is clear." Said Harry thinking himself right. Galatea gave a laugh that turned into a snort. Harry smiled, she was cute when she did that. He reached over a played with a loose strand of her long black hair. She playfully batted her hand away.
"Is it a beginning and end like a race or is it never ending like a caucus race?" said Galatea haughtily. Harry chuckled and kissed her. She smiled and took his glasses off.
"Maybe time is like a merry go round, a series of events that repeat over and over again and the best we can do is enjoy the ride." Said Harry pushing her robe from her shoulders. He kissed her neck and she mewed. Neither of them could hear the disgusted retching from outside the door.
"You got the bloody notes?" asked fourteen year old Celeste Black. Her pointed fey like face scrunched up as she heard her mother mew like a kitten. No matter what age parents weren't allowed to shag. Not even if their children weren't born yet.
"Yeah I think these are the ones we want. Now let's go before we end up describing this to a therapist in twenty years." Said twenty year old Timothy Black. He couldn't believe that his mother had an affair with the swine known as Harry Potter. Maybe he wasn't swine yet but this was still wrong.
"So when we get back then?" said Celeste laughing at her own joke. Timothy rolled his cerulean eyes, grabbed his younger sister by the lace clad elbow, and disappeared in a puff of flame. As they disappeared a small part of Timothy wondered if the rumors about his mother and Peter Pettigrew were true. A larger and far saner part of him honestly didn't want to know.
"I'm going to bed." Said Celeste as they reappeared on second after they had left. Timothy held the notes above his head, he was going to be up all night copying them and then later returning them. Not that there was any time limit or anything he just needed to take his mind off of his life. Off of everything.
"I'll copy these and then return them tomorrow." Said Timothy. Celeste stuck out her tongue and floated up and attempted to snatch the noted. Timothy just floated higher and soon they were bumping heads on the ceiling. They got their inquisitive nature from their mother and their ability to fly from their father.
"Shall we do this outside, brother?" said Celeste making mad grabs for the notes. She wanted to study them. Timothy gave her a tiny magic infused tap and she went sailing down to the ground.
"Study the ones I transcribe now please go to bed. You have to get back to school the day after tomorrow." Said Timothy gracefully toughing the ground. Celeste gave a huff and went to her room. This wasn't really her room but she didn't tell her brothers and sisters that. She walked past the charts, notes, and alchemic arrays to the fireplace. She threw in a handful of floo powder and walked through to the other side.
"Where is it that you go and why is it that you don't take me?" asked a voice from the large double bed. Celeste kicked off her shoes and laid back into the fluffy covers.
"Important things that wouldn't interest you, Beadle." Said Celeste turning on her side to face him. He pulled her close to him and buried his face into her long platinum blonde hair, yet another gift from her father.
"Fate of the world?" said Beadle kissing the top of her head. Celeste smiled and curled into his chest feeling the cool silk of his pajamas on her face. She reached over and played with his buttons, letting them slip though her fingers teasingly.
"Something like that but let's not talk about such depressing things." Said Celeste. Beadle cupped her face in his hands and kissed her slowly and deeply as he would Timothy if he could have him. Family politics prevented that or so he tried to convince himself. Fine, if Timothy was going to cave into the antiquated arranged marriage to Priscilla than he was going to go through with his to Celeste. It wasn't him being selfish or callous in his mind, he was making her happy after all.
"I love you." Said Beadle simply as he turned out the bedside light. Celeste laced her fingers into his and she knew that he meant it. Beadle hoped he meant it and tried not to see Timothy in Celeste.