For those who haven't noticed, I've gone back and updated everything except the makes, which will remain up until they're ready to be made into chapters and incorporated into the storyline!

Tom followed Hadrian through the blue horizon, and stumbled out the other side, trying not to hurl. It was colder than Apparating, and made one rather dizzy. It was a sensation he'd never felt before.

"What was that?" He asked flatly. His face quickly hid the curiosity he'd felt.

"That was wormhole travel. Imagine that the universe is like an apple. To travel from one side to the other, you must go around the surface of the apple. A wormhole burrows through the apple to the other side. You're on another planet Tom."

Tom caught his breath and looked around. They were in a large room, and behind him stood another large ring. It looked newer than the one at LeFay manor, and had a glow, even when there was no blue horizon. "Why . . . How . . . What . . .?" He stuttered.

"Tom, I'm going to tell you a secret. After that secret, I am going to teach you many things." Hadrian said calmly.

"Okay." He whispered. He was clearly curious, but didn't know how to handle his emotions anymore.

"Tom, I'm from the future. I came back in time to stop the muggles from destroying us all, and to bring our people back to the stars." Hadrian blurted out.

"What!" Tom shouted, before cringing. Hadrian sighed. Dumbledore had left a mark on Tom that nothing could erase. Perhaps Harry could lighten it, though.

"It's okay if you yell, Tom. I'm not like HIM." Hadrian reminded him. "In the year 2040, there's only a handful of witches and wizards, and a few magical races. Everything else had been wiped out. We used a hidden time turner and all the witches and wizards in the cell with me sacrificed their lives to Gaia to send me back in time. It was our only chance at our race surviving. I won't bother you with the nitty gritty details, because they won't occur anymore, but the fact is that it's my task to save Gaia and her children from death at the hands of the muggles." Hadrian said calmly. "I'm telling you this, because I love you, and I want you to know where I am when I'm away from home. I want to be honest and open with you, and I want to help you recover from what Dumbledore did to you."

"What?" He croaked. Tom was overwhelmed, and it showed. He couldn't handle anymore if he wanted to. Hadrian took hold of him and led him to the nearest room, his room when on Atlantis. He sat down, and pulled Tom close.

"Tom, you're not the only one Dumbledore harmed. He took me from my godfather and put me with abusive relatives. I was made to think I was lower than dirt. When I was eight, my uncle decided that I should be good for something, and sexually abused me for years. When I was ten, he decided to rent me out. Several times a year, he would send me on 'sleepovers.' I would be taken to a strange house, and be given to a man. No one else would be home, and he would take me into his room and rape me. I would stay there for a few days, and my uncle would come back to bring me home, and a large envelope full of cash.

Once I went to Hogwarts, I was able to threaten him with magic for a few months. Then he discovered that I couldn't do magic outside of school, and the abuse escalated. I rarely had a night to myself. If it wasn't my uncle, it was another man. I felt dirty, and worthless, and ashamed. No one could convince me I had any worth. I told the hat to put me in Gryffindor, because I wanted them to all see my mask. I was good at it. I was the Golden Boy, and I was reckless, and foolish, and got into a lot of trouble. I never told anyone. When I was in fifth year, I started to get Occlumency lessons.

My teacher stumbled across obliviations like the ones you had, and he helped me remove them. Not only had I been abused at home, but Dumbledore had been abusing me as he was you since my first year. He was lucky. Eleven to seventeen is his type. In the beginning, he only touched Dark and Gray families, but he couldn't help himself. Dumbledore had molested almost every male child in the school, except for red heads and dark skinned kids. They weren't his type. He'd stolen magic from most of them too. It's why he lived as long as he did. One hundred fifty-two and going strong.

My teacher was outraged on my behalf, and I couldn't understand why. I had no self worth to tell me that what he was doing was wrong. When my teacher and I went to confront him, he obliviated my teacher, and put a geas on me. I was unable to tell anyone, and I was unable to disobey him until he died. He died in the middle of a war, as a hero, and I would have been labeled as crazy if I told. By this time, I'd convinced myself that I deserved it."

Tom was horrified, and he tucked himself into Hadrian's arms. Hearing his feelings out loud made it better, and knowing the pain his guardian had suffered made him more trustworthy. Hadrian laid back, and pulled Tom into a cuddle. "In 2001, when I was 21, I was walking in downtown London, when I heard of a meeting going on. It was a meeting for victims of sexual abuse. I disillusioned myself, and I sat in the back, away from everyone, and I cried. There were all these people my age and older, getting up and telling a group what someone had done to them. And the group reminded them that it wasn't their fault. I sat in that room after everyone had left, and I stayed there for hours, just crying. Then I got up, and I told myself that I was worth something. And even now, every morning I get up, I look myself in the mirror, and I tell myself, 'Harry, what happened was not your fault. You were used, and you were a victim. You are worth something, and you have value. You are not dirty.' Now I'm telling you. Tom Marvolo Riddle, what happened to you is not your fault. You were used and you were a victim of a man named Albus Dumbledore. You are worth something, and you have value. You are not dirty, and you are special to me. I love you, and you are priceless in my eyes."

Tom broke out into sobs, and buried himself in Hadrian's chest. It was time for the healing to begin. The tears were catharsis, and they brought guardian and ward closer together.

Eventually, Tom's sobs subsided, and he was able to speak with Harry. "I'm sorry for how I've been acting." He said quietly.

"I forgive you." Harry said softly.

"I . . . I . . . I love you." He said stutteringly. "I want you to adopt me . . . And I want to call you D . . . Da . . . Dad." It was the hardest thing Tom had ever said, and he immediately shut his mouth, afraid of Hadrian's reaction.

Harry was stunned silent for a moment. "Okay then. While unexpected, that's something I'm so happy hear. I love you, I want to adopt you, and I want to call you son." Tom dissolved into tears again, and Hadrian patted his back and soothed him to sleep.

When they awoke, something had changed between them. It was a long and winding road to recovery, but Tom had taken the first step, and he and Hadrian were building a family together. They were no longer quite as broken, and something was putting them back together.

In order to bring their people to the stars, Hadrian needed to enhance their genes to an acceptable level of pure Alteran DNA. After all, it would enhance their abilities and separate them from the Muggles they currently shared a planet with. Thankfully, the means to do so was already created. In days past, the Alterans had used it to attempt to ascend, by manipulating their brains, but it also worked for their purposes, as it also changed genetic structure. It wouldn't change their magical heritage, which is what the Rygzxoll used to determine inheritance, but it could enhance human/Alteran DNA to Alteran DNA. It couldn't make a human an Alteran, but it could use a preexisting Alteran gene and enhance it to full Alteran status. It's how the Alterans kept their genes pure for 60 million years, after years of intermarriage.

"Tom?" Harry said quietly after breakfast.

"Yes?" He asked softly. Tom was still shy and quiet, and it seemed that the stubborn teen had faded into obscurity, to be replaced with a skittish child.

"Do you remember when I told you about our ancestors, the Alterans, and how this technology is coded to the Alteran DNA?" Hadrian picked up his empty plate and placed it in the sink, where it would be cleaned and put away.

"You said that we're descended from them, and that some muggles have a small bit of them as an ancestor, but people with magic have a large bit as an ancestor. When you take us to the stars, you need to enhance the large bit to wipe out all the muggle, so we're our own people again, and to separate ourselves from the muggles. It will also extend our lifespan and improve our brains." Tom answered quietly. "Our magic, as we call it, is unique, because we have unique brains and unique glands in the brain, which will not change if we wipe out the muggle, since the gland is an Alteran bit. This is why blood adoptions and family inheritances will not be affected by the change." He looked proud of himself for remembering all that.

"Indeed. Would you like to go through the change with me today?" Hadrian asked with a grin. It was a bit illogical, but Harry wanted to put everything muggle behind him, even his DNA. His skin crawled when he thought of being related to them, even though he knew his mother came from a muggle family, and plenty of muggleborn families accepted the wizarding world.

Tom lit up. Here was another thing that could make him more like Harry, and bring him closer to his guardian. "Yes, please . . . Dad. And then can we go to Gringotts? I'd like to do the blood adoption."

Hadrian smiled at his ward. "Of course. It's in the infirmary." He led Tom there after his ward put his plate in the sink, and sat him down on a bed.

"Will it hurt?" Tom asked nervously.

"It shouldn't." Harry reassured him. "Don't be afraid."

An hour later, Harry and Tom were both 100% Alteran. Harry felt that irrational relief at being separate from the muggles, and Tom was simply glad he was like his guardian.

"What do you say we go down to Gringotts?" Harry suggested.

Tom smiles. It was shy, and he still hunched in shame most of the time, but it was a real smile. "Okay. And . . . Can we do the blood adoption first?"

Harry let out a grin. "Anything you want."

They quickly left the infirmary, and headed straight for the gate room. Hadrian connected the gate with his mind, and ushered Tom back through it. As the gate shut down behind them, Hadrian reached for Tom, and led him to the nearest floo. "Gringotts." Tom called.

Hadrian was just behind him. When the goblin watching the floo saw Hadrian enter, his eyes widened a bit. "Lord Peverell. Have you come to see King Ragnor?"

"No, not today, I'm afraid. Would you mind showing us to Master StoneCrusher's office? I have business to take care of with him today." Hadrian said politely. He patted Tom's shoulder. "I'm adopting my ward." He said with a wide grin.

Tom smiled as well. "I'm going to be a Peverell!"

The goblin grinned. "Very well, and congratulations. I just got back from Rygz. It's incredible to have a planet all to ourselves. Nothing against you, my Lord, but while the Rygzxoll will be your staunchest allies, for now, we need to learn to exist as a people by ourselves."

"Indeed. I'm sure the other races will say much the same when I approach them. Although it is a moral ideal to be able to coexist as one people, for too long, wizards have imposed on the sovereignty of the other races. To ask them to live with us as Alterans would be an insult. Hopefully, we will be able to both coexist and have sovereignty, one day in the future."

They stopped walking as they came to the entrance of StoneCrusher's office. "Thank you for your company." Harry thanked the goblin as StoneCrusher's voice called for them to answer.

"My pleasure, Lord Peverell, and congratulations once again."

He walked away without waiting for an answer. StoneCrusher looked up from paperwork as they entered the office.

"Lord Peverell! And this must be your ward." The goblin greeted.

"Yes. We're here for a blood adoption." Hadrian said proudly.

"There are several blood adoption rituals." StoneCrusher said slowly. "The most common is the Addere Ad Genus potion. It adds the family blood to the child. For blood purists, it keeps them from tainting themselves with any Muggle blood. The second is the Erimusque Unus Populus, which combines the two bloods, as if married into the family, but allows the child to keep both his parents. This one is good, but the most complete blood adoption is the Coniunctis Sanguinem Et In Loco Parentis potion. The chosen parent replaces one of the child's parents, and in return, the child's blood is mingled with the parents. This allows a parent to claim a child's inheritance as their own, but also gives the most firm parent child ties."

Harry looked over at Tom. "It's your choice. I will be pleased with whichever you choose."

Tom smiled happily. "Can we do the last one? I trust you, and I want you to be my dad, by blood."

Harry smiled happily. "Of course."

StoneCrusher pulled out a blue vial, and held it out. "Three drops of blood from each of you." He instructed.

Harry conjured a needle, and pricked his own finger, before pricking Tom's. They each let three drops of blood fall, turning the potion a deep red. "Lord Peverell drinks half, and then Mr. Riddle." StoneCrusher continued.

They did so, and the collapsed into the chairs near them. Magic sent itself through their bodies, and twined into a rather uncomfortable feeling, before it faded. When Tom looked up, he gasped in pleased surprise. The mirror on the wall reflected subtle changes. His dark eyes were a bit brighter, with subtle traces of green, and his hair darkened to a black like Harry's.

"Now for the inheritance test." StoneCrusher said blandly, hoping to get it all done at once.

Tom reached out to the silver orb as instructed, and held on as it changed colors. When he let go, he looked at the parchment that appeared with undisguised curiosity.

Tom Marvolo Peverell

Born: 12-31-1926

Father: Lord Hadrian Cyrus Peverell

Mother: Merope Alivia Riddle - nee Gaunt

Heir to the Most Ancient and Noble Houses of:

Gryffindor (second heir)

Hufflepuff (second heir)

Ravenclaw (second heir)

Slytherin (second heir)

LeFay (second heir)

Emrys (second heir)

Pendragon (second heir)

Peverell (second heir)

Hellwood (second heir)

Clangem (second heir)

Other Vaults:

Alteran (second heir)

Ganos Lao (second heir)

Moros (second heir)

Janus (second heir)

Harry smiled at his ward. "You've added three to the list. Slytherin, Hellwood, and Clangem were added to this list. The others are from my bloodline, or if you had any of these, then you've moved up in order of inheritance. It says second heir, because you adopted me back, and I'm older, so I can claim the titles, or pass them onto you. I've claimed all mine, but we can discuss what you'd like to do with your titles. As it is, you get the heir rings to all my titles, and access to my other vaults.

Tom smiled up at his new father. "Will you claim them, and pass them onto me when I turn twenty-five, as is tradition?"

Harry grinned at his son. "Certainly. I will pass headship of Hellwood to you at seventeen, Clangem at twenty-one if you've proven responsible, and Slytherin at twenty-five, if you've shown you can handle the responsibilities. Should you continue to manage, I will start passing my titles to you, like a traditional family does, and hold onto only the title I keep as my name, Peverell. When I die, Peverell will also be yours."

Tom's eyes widened. He felt so loved at this moment. "I won't let you down, dad." He said determinedly.

StoneCrusher cleared his throat and brought out the heir rings and Lordship rings. Harry and Tom each claimed what they agreed on, and left StoneCrusher's office happy.

"Dad?" Tom asked as they arrived home.

"Yes Tom?" Harry said absently as he took off his cloak.

"Does this mean we own Hogwarts?"

Harry froze. "I do believe it does."