Author's Note: contains Lemons that you might not be expecting. CW: grief.

May 3, 2032

Original Timeline

A New Order safe house in Southend-on-Sea

Theo stared out the window at the garden of the small house that they were taking shelter in tonight. He knew that the sea was not far from them, as he could smell the breeze being blown in from the south. However, the noise of the small city that had been mostly left intact drowned out the crashing of the waves. It was a far sight different from the horrors of Brighton or Edinburgh for that matter, as their Lord Mayor had bowed to the Black Empress and allowed her Death Eaters to use their borders as a stronghold.

Even though the close proximity to the enemy wasn't ideal, it was rather nice to be somewhere where the smell of decomposing bodies didn't need to be kept out with wards and charms. He didn't even think there were any mass graves in south Essex.

Theo shivered at the thought. There were many mass graves dotting the countryside these days. The world had become a thing of horrors, there was no safety, no goodness. Even this safe house they'd just warded would become insecure at some point and they would have to abandon it.

He heard someone moving around in the direction of the foyer, but he wasn't concerned. He had set the wards himself and they were still strong, not even a ripple in the shields. Only Blaise and Luna were here with him at the moment. Victoire Weasley-Lupin had stopped by to acquire Blaise and Luna's daughter – Pandora – to assist with healing in one of the other safe houses. There'd been a raid earlier in the day where the New Order had been able to rescue a small group of prisoners of war that consisted of Muggleborns and Blood Traitors, all of whom were requiring medical care.

His children – Viola and Scorpius – had snuck out hours ago, and he was pretending that he didn't know. It was the second anniversary of his mother-in-law's murder, and he knew that the twins needed to mourn the loss of their beloved Grandmere in their own way. The tracking charm they didn't know they carried would act as a port key to carry him to them if either of their heart rates were to elevate.

Theo's hand tightened around his china tea cup as he too recalled that day. The vivid details of the moment he'd walked into Malfoy Manor and laid eyes on Narcissa Malfoy's broken form. The memory of his wife's horrified face and the pain in Draco's steel eyes flashed in front of his eyes, and the crushing weight of their deaths made Theo's chest tighten and the breaths he was taking came in short and rapid.

Scorpius looked so much like Draco that it physically hurt Theo some days. It took him back to their youth, remembering what a fool he had been when they were that age, how afraid he'd been of having romantic feelings for his best friend. Scorpius was everything that he and Draco had never been as youths, openly queer, scoffing at every Pureblood belief that he'd ever heard, and a little wild and reckless. Now that he was older, Theo was amazed he'd been sorted into Slytherin. The boy couldn't hold still, it was as though there was a whirlwind inside of him. Attention Deficit Disorder, Hermione had called it once. Theo didn't think that there was anything wrong with Scorpius, he certainly wasn't disordered. Traumatised. Lonely. Desperate for connection. But not disordered.

Viola, on the other hand, worried him. She was numb most of the time, not speaking even when spoken to or even acknowledging those around her. Lily Luna's violent death and her own near kidnapping had affected her more than he would have thought. His formerly witty daughter, the fucking vision of her mother, was now almost a ghost. She could spend hours staring out a window, pretending to read, and Theo had never seen Hermione look as despairing as Viola did now. He wished that she would come to him with whatever was bothering her, instead she was keeping it all locked inside.

The twins deserved to have some kind of fun, even if it was dangerous for them to venture out beyond the safety of the wards he set. Breathing could be dangerous these days. They were still young and had lives to live. Perhaps even more if he could get this Time Turner to work.

Not him though.

Theo's life was over. He'd died that day he'd watched Draco and Hermione be executed. He was only waiting for his body to catch up with what his mind and heart already knew.

The twins would be fine out and about without him. Scorp had proved that by handling the kidnapper that had eluded the entire New Order when that bastard, who'd turned out to be McLaggen, had tried to take Vi. He'd known the bastard was evil and had always suspected he'd had something to do with Hermione and Draco's kidnapping. He certainly hadn't lost his position when the Black Empress had risen to power, which said a great deal.

Theo's only regret was that Scorpius had killed him and now had to live with the blood on his hands. Even if that blood was of a serial killer, taking a life left a scar on the soul.

Taking another sip of the stale tea they'd found in the abandoned house, he felt the presence of someone coming up behind him, but didn't bother to turn. After all these years of being her friend, Theo could feel Luna's aura nearly as well as Blaise could.

Luna's pale hand traced an intricate pattern along Theo's arm down to where he was holding the cup of tea that had long ago gone cold.

"Theo, come to bed with Blaise and I," the witch's voice was airy and nearly inaudible even in the otherwise silent house.

Theo finally turned his gaze away from the window and stared at her in surprise at what she was suggesting.

"They are never coming back." He could hear the pain in Luna's tone, her blue-grey eyes glistening with unshed tears as she lifted her petite hand to cup his face. "It hurts me to see you lonely like this."

"I'm not Ginny," Theo bit out, the bitterness unmistakeable in his voice as he receded from her. Though they'd lost their wife, and he knew her death haunted them, they still at least had each other. He'd been left with no one.

"We know that," offered Blaise from the doorway, breaking Theo out of his raging thoughts. "For one your beard is a dead give away."

"I can't be to you what she was and you can't replace–" Theo squeezed his eyes shut, not wanting his friends to see the agony he lived with.

"Theo, look at me." Luna squeezed his arm, and he didn't pull away from her this time.

No one spoke as Theo felt the tears he'd been willing back finally began to fall from the corners of his eyes.

"I'm scared, Lu, scared to move forward, scared I'll forget them." Theo took a shaking breath and turned to look at her, with the pale blonde hair that she'd shared with Draco, his Draco.

"It's not selfish to seek out a little pleasure for yourself," she reassured him.

It wasn't the first time that Theo, Blaise and Luna had a threesome, but the last time they had all been young and high. Well before they sobered up, got married, had kids. Some things were easy to remember though. Their preferences in the bedroom hadn't changed that much in the intervening years even if their bodies had.

Luna pulled at the thin straps of the sundress she wore, the bodice falling to her waist exposing her pale breasts with nipples a light pink that stood out against her skin tone. All the years of breastfeeding had done her well, causing her breast to be quite a bit larger than the last time Theo had seen them up close.

Behind him, Theo felt Blaise move so that his bare chest was pressed against his back. The hard muscles that he still carried could be felt, even if he was a bit softer. His fingers trailed over Theo's skin, the feeling eerily similar to the same way Draco would touch him.

When Luna reached forwards and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss, Theo watched as her lips puckered and began to move closer to him. They weren't the right lips though. Not full enough and her mouth a bit too narrow.

At the last moment, just before Luna reached him, Theo turned his head, allowing her to brush his cheek. He might be able to find pleasure, but there were some lines that he couldn't cross.

Pulling back, Luna looked past Theo to where her husband stood behind him, his hands still ghosting over Theo's biceps. Theo didn't need to look at the witch in front of him to know that they were having a silent conversation about him. After so many years together, a look was all it took for them to know what the other was thinking. It'd been the same way between him and his spouses.

Shedding her dress the rest of the way, Luna slowly backed up until her legs hit the large bed that sat in the middle of the room. She sat down slowly, her eyes locked on Theo, though he couldn't bring himself to look in her direction.

"Do you want to take me?" Blaise asked, his lips against the shell of Theo's ear.

Glancing in Luna's direction, Theo saw as she watched him, resting on her forearms, her body completely exposed. The pale skin, white hair, and her eyes…it all reminded him of Draco.

"Yes," Theo turned his face away from the bed so that he could look at the dark Italian wizard. "Even after all these years, I don't want your monster destroying me." Theo joked, causing the other wizard to smirk.

"Have it your way, Nott. Don't know what you're missing," Blaise taunted as he moved towards the bed, his heavy prick standing straight out in front of him.

"Keeping my arse intact, thanks," Theo shot back, smirking as he moved towards the couple now resting on the bed together. Luna shot Theo a smile as she positioned herself over Blaise and sunk down.

She moved slowly, letting her body adjust to the anaconda that her husband possessed. Once she was fully seated, Theo moved closer and slotted himself between Blaise's legs. With a wave of her hand, Luna applied the lube on Blaise.

"Are you ready?" Theo asked, pumping himself a few times to get fully hard. "Need any prep?"

"Take him, he's yours for the night," Luna instructed as she rose on her husband before taking him again. "Take the pleasure you need, Theo."

Theo didn't move, just watched as Luna continued to impale herself on Blaise, causing the other wizard to groan with his wife's treatment. Watching her eyes close as she put all her concentration into her task, Theo stroked himself a few more times before he was ready.

Slotting himself at Blaise's entrance, Theo let his tip swirl in the lube that Luna had put there, not wanting to hurt the man. Closing his eyes as he slid inside, Theo couldn't help the image of a flushed Draco splayed out before him coming to his mind.

The tears pricked in his eyes, but he kept them shut, picturing his husband. Maybe it was awful, to fuck his friend while he thought of his dead husband, but Theo didn't care at the moment as he entered Blaise inch by inch. Maybe it was because Luna and Draco resembled each other so much, but as he sank until he was fully seated, he could clearly see his love.

"Take what you need," he heard Luna say as she brushed a tear from his face, but in his mind, it was Hermione in front of him. Her dark chocolate brown eyes, so round and her thick lashes hooded with need as she sat before him. "We're here for you, always."

The silent tears continued to fall as Theo thrust into his partner. The pale skin is the same, but masculine instead of the soft curves. No longer is there any onyx skin tone, but a nice olive with rounder curves and full hips. Her lips parted in an 'O' as she rocked before him, her hands still cupping his face to collect the tears still falling.

The grunts and moans weren't just right, but that was alright. With his eyes closed, he could see who he wished he was with. Who his heart longed for.

"Blaise, oh my gods!" He heard Luna's voice call out, but Theo didn't stop his thrusts as he pushed himself further. He reached up a hand, blindly seeking her mouth to keep her words at bay.

With her moan rumbling against his palm, it was easy to get the image of Draco and Hermione back. Hermione's curls wild as she rode Draco, her face flushed and mouth open as she was trying to suck in a breath. Over her shoulder, Theo could see Draco, his silver eyes nearly all black as he watched Theo fuck him while Hermione bounced on his cock.

"I'm going to cum," he gritted out, his voice too deep. Theo pounded into the wizard, Draco's head was thrown back and his eyes squeezed shut as if it was nearly too much for him to take. Theo kept going, as if he were possessed.

A cry out from the wizard and a muted scream from the witch told Theo that they'd both found their climax. Tears fell from his eyes as he threw his head back and let out a shout of his own. He thrust until his pelvis was flush, pushing everything inside the wizard as his emotions overtook him and he began to sob.

With his vision blurred by the tears, he could see the pale form with the long white hair scrambling from in front of him so that she was next to him. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders and Theo pulled his softening cock free, turning into his friend as he let his emotions take him. The sorrow filled him to the point that he couldn't try to push it down any longer.

"Sh, it's alright, we've got you," Luna murmured in front of him as she laid him down in the bed. Her arms wrapped around his waist and her head rested on his chest, the weight of her acting as an anchor. He felt a larger, rougher, hand reach over the little witch in front of him and take hold of his shoulder.

With the comfort of his dearest friends, nestled between them, Theo allowed sleep to take him, despite knowing that when he woke he would still be with the wrong witch and wizard.