My Time

Chapter 75

Hayden and Orion made no effort to be noticed, but they were, by everyone around them. The ultimate power couple, with more magic than they could ever use, with more power combined that could make even Merlin feel envious. Almost everyone was envious, wishing they were one of the power couple. Mostly Orion since Hayden wasn't quite as well known, since Orion had been part of society for far longer. Nobody made an attempt to approach the couple, until they entered the lift where they were greeted by Thomas Marvolo Gaunt.

"Good morning," Tom said gracefully, giving them a rare but genuine smile. "Are you looking forward to the meeting?" he had his very first piece of legislation he wished to push through.

Hayden glanced at the dragonhide portfolio he had in the crook of his elbow. It was a lovely colour, definitely not one he'd ever associated with Tom before. Purple, it was actually very pretty, the design, made his own look bland. Voldemort had only ever worn black, he'd never had any other colour on, unless you include the white of his school uniform shirts. Then again, Voldemort hadn't been thinking of anything other than world domination. "It's a nice colour, where did you get it?"

"Heir Nott got me it as a gift last year," Tom explained.

"Really? He got you something with colour?" more amused than anything at the moment.

"He did," Tom said ruefully, "He recalled my statement of liking it in the storefront during my fourth year. With it being dragonhide, it's not easily purchased, even for an heir. It wasn't until he left Hogwarts and actually begun to work on his family estate that I received such gifts."

"Admit it, you just shoved it in a corner until recently, didn't you?" Hayden teased.

Tom twitched, yes, perhaps he was quite correct when he says that he knew him better than he knew himself. Grunting, as he tightened his grip on the strap, as the lift jerked to a stop. Like all magical methods, they went extraordinary fast, broomsticks, Floo, Portkey and even the goblins cart ride. They didn't do anything slowly, except perhaps the Hogwarts express and that was more a tradition than a requirement now.

Orion's lips twitched as he watched the interaction, it was getting easier to tolerate him, he doubted he'd ever forget who he became, but he could move on from that. He would always keep an eye though, and if for any reason he suspected something and had it confirmed, Tom would be dealt with in one striking blow, he would end him.

Hayden, Orion and Tom strode out before anyone could get onto the lift, as was the norm, everything becoming muffled as they did so. They were in the lower levels, all areas were secured and silenced, between the Wizengamot meetings and the court cases, it required secrecy. "Have you seen Abraxas?"

Orion blinked, feeling a little sheepish, he had rather forgotten the Malfoy heir, and also hadn't forgiven him for his slight even if it was an unintended slight due to not knowing who it was. He wasn't going to be forgiving or forgetting any time soon, even if his fiancé had already declared it 'water under the bridge' and moved on. The Black's weren't ones for forgiving, not until the guilty part, had paid their dues.

"He's recovering at home, his parents took him out of St. Mungo's and summoned their healer they have on retainer," Tom replied dryly, "They had mostly already begun repairing the damage before they used a Portkey to take him home." It was the only safe means of transporting Abraxas home. Well, marginally. He felt they'd been foolish, pandering to their son too much, the healers at St. Mungo's had the facilities and the abilities to heal him.

"Playing it off like every bone in his body was crushed?" Hayden enquired, rolling his eyes dramatically, wondering if Draco was anything like him or if the boy was just too spoiled for words.

"Merlin, no, Abraxas would not bear such humiliation. He'd rather asphyxiate than allow himself to be humiliated like that." Tom replied, eyeing Hayden speculatively. "Father or grandfather?" assuming it was one or the other that Hayden had observed in such wretched straits.

Hayden smirked, "Grandson, grazed by a hippogriff for not observing the proper protocol."

Tom's jaw almost dropped, staring at the wizard in utter disbelief, it seemed completely ludicrous, just what on earth had the Malfoy family turned into? Then again, a hippogriff is a rather large animal, and if you didn't like someone, you wouldn't really sympathise with them in the way you would with someone you cared about deeply. Then again, why purposely approach such an animal without the proper procedure? It's almost as if the boy had deliberately done so. Then again, perhaps he had? Hmm, he had likely been in Slytherin like all other Malfoy's. "Was it a deliberate attempt to get the professor fired?"

"Actually, you know what…that wouldn't surprise me the least," Hayden said thoughtfully, huffing before shaking his head, he was an utter fool either way. "All he did was get the hippogriff executed, not that it succeeded, someone unlatched the animal and ensured it got away. I've been reliably informed that it got a new name and owner." Throwing a bland smile at Tom and Orion.

"Of course it did," came the exasperated retort, even Orion hadn't known this piece of information, but it wasn't surprising really. Hayden's entire life as Harry Potter was one constant uphill battle only to end up dead at the very top of that mountain.

Both of them knew for a fact, that it would continue to be just as dramatic, with Orion hoping it wasn't a constant struggle. Hayden said he wanted a simple life, but he wasn't sure that was actually true. Or if it was, Hayden didn't know how to live a simple life, he was born to lead a life of greatness. Both as Harry Potter and then Hayden Peverell. He was an amalgamation of all three, born great, achieved greatness and also had greatness thrust upon him.

Even just entering a room, Orion observed, people hushed, their eyes seeking Hayden out, gleaming of avarice, desire, jealous and want. Hayden was usual was completely obvious to it, as he moved towards the same spot he'd sat at the last time. Hayden nodded in respect to those he knew, not that there were many, as of yet. He removed his portfolio and set it in front of him, in what looked like a purposeful yet pointed manner.

"How many are we waiting for, do you think?" Hayden asked, after opening his pocket watch to get the time, and noticed they were only two minutes early, so it shouldn't be a long wait until the meeting actually started. His gaze seeking out his grandfather – more accurately who had been before his trip to the past – they were now only distantly related. This he aimed at Orion, who had been to these things more time than he likely could remember.

"They start on time, always." Orion declared, in other words, the meeting was to start in two minutes, well one minute now.

Hayden nodded, to show Orion he'd heard him, just as he caught sight of Fleamont Potter. His breathing hitched, and it hit him like a tonne of bricks. He was older than his son got to be, older than his grandson got to be. Swallowing thickly, wondering if his father would have looked like that, or if he would have done if they'd reached that age? It seemed like all Potters were destined to die young, but looking at him it clearly wasn't the case. Then Fleamont caught his gaze, and it felt suspended in time, before it was wrenched away, as the wizard dismissed him with a flick of his gaze.

Hayden would have preferred being stabbed in the heart than to feel that way. No, he shouldn't take it personally, he shouldn't. He had known this would happen, it's not like he knew Hayden was his grandson. He'd never know, he'd never have that sort of relationship with him. He wouldn't have that sort of relationship with his father either, but he would give them all a better life, one without a war. Although, he had to wonder bitterly, why he didn't get to have it all either? Why did he continue to give and give, and give and give without anything in return.

A strong firm grip, squeezing his hand brought Hayden out of his revere, and he calmed. He might not have everything, might not have it all, but he had Orion and the Black family. He'd meant it when he said earlier, there was nobody else he would rather at his side, he knew it was because he loved Orion more than he'd ever loved anyone else in his life. The love he held for the Weasley's and Hermione was a different kind of love naturally. He'd never felt this way about anyone before, it was new, amazing, it was nearly impossible to keep his head, but with all he had to do, Hayden had no choice but to keep his head.

Steeling himself against the wizard, his gaze hardened, very well, if that's the way he wanted to play it, oh, Hayden would play it. He'd made the foolish idiot that stood with the likes of Dumbledore regret everything single bloody decision he'd made since. Game on.

"You might want to calm down," Orion cautioned him, barely withholding a grimace, as he felt his hand getting increasingly cold. He'd never really understood Hayden's penchant for freezing things when he got pissed off. Clearly it was part of his Necromancy powers presumably. He noticed the others glancing their way, clearly feeling it as well but hopefully not figuring out that it was Hayden.

Inhaling sharply, "Sorry," he murmured lowly, "I'm just disappointed."

"Just remember that you once did exactly the same thing," Orion murmured, his lips barely moving, "I'm not saying it to be horrid, just giving you facts."

"I was a kid," Hayden said offended, but he paused before thinking, would he have continued believing in Dumbledore if not for that last year of the war. Yes, he realized, with disgust and bitterness, he likely would have, but he'd been manipulated so badly that it took years to undo, he was still undoing the damage. Some of that damage would never be wiped away, he couldn't just wipe the slate clean despite it never having happened yet. "I might not have been unable to untangle the weave he spun."

Orion squeezed his hand yet again, silently comforting him without being obvious, and he didn't even think to brag over being right. It wasn't something he particularly liked being right about. More people than Hayden were being manipulated by Dumbledore and were eating it all up like it was fact. It's easy to say and see how they're being manipulated once it's happened – or you're taught better, thank Merlin for his father – not so easy to see through it, not when you trust them. To manipulate a fully grown man? That was fine, they deserved everything they got for allowing themselves to be used thusly…however…children? They shouldn't be used by anyone, regretfully just because they shouldn't be used, didn't mean they weren't.

Huffing a little in annoyance, but sitting silently, mulling over how best to get through to the Wizengamot to stop them falling for Dumbledore's crap. Clearly his earlier ideas weren't going to be enough…but a combination of his earlier thoughts and his gaze landed on his portfolio and a vicious smirk splashed across his face. Oh, yes, that was the way to go about it. He was still miffed that Dumbledore succeeded in getting away with putting through a law that banned blood magic with only a fourth of the Wizengamot present. The fourth of that Wizengamot happened to be his followers, it was illegal but still Dumbledore's heroics was much praised nobody could see what he was doing, those that could wouldn't be listened to. They'd be deemed 'jealous' of Dumbledore's success.

Since nobody was being sworn in today, they got started pretty quickly. Hayden stood, his back straight his tone firm, "I make a motion to overturn the most recent law on banning blood magics. It was illegally done, and if we begin down that slippery slope…well there's no going back if we do." The outcry was immediate, with a lot of them decrying the need, quite a few was in agreement.

"The law has passed, young man, there's no need to go over past legislations." Albus said in a patronisingly placating manner.

"What part of what you did was illegal do you not understand, old man?" Hayden parroted using that same tone, ignoring the sudden hush that swept the room. "Or is that suddenly alright? Alright then! Breaking the law? Alright then! When you just swore to uphold it? Well alright then! I mean wow, all I need to do is go out and arrest a criminal and I'll be able to flout the laws of the land?"

Orion pursed his lips, his hand going over his mouth, oh he was very good, so very good at making people feel small and mocking them while seeing to agree.

Tom's breathing hitched as he watched in awe as Hayden went against Dumbledore without a single inch of trepidation or fear. Respect begun to suffuse him, as he watched, the mocking he was doing, it was…amazing. He truly was someone to watch out for, and he was suddenly so glad to be on his side.

"I agree, there was only a fourth of the Wizengamot present, when there must be at least half our numbers present." Tom declared.

"I agree also, you cannot just bring one party in and have it go through then expect it to remain so." Lord Dolohov declared strongly, delighting in getting to do anything but languish in bed again. He owed everything to Hayden Peverell, and his son had sworn to be his shield, the Dolohov's stand with the Peverell family, for all time.

More and more people begun to shout out their agreement while the protests fell on deaf ears.

Albus turned to Fleamont with a resigned sigh, "I am sorry," he told the wizard, patting him on the shoulder, "I did tell you he's likely not able to be saved." As if that one political moment was a defining moment on someone's character. He was pleased to see Fleamont now held no doubt, even more pleased that Fleamont took after his father who believed the best of muggle-borns. He refused to call them first generation wizards or witches, they were muggle-borns and that was that. He would ensure it went back to that too. He just needed to get all blood magic banned for sure this time.

Fleamont grimaced, but tuned the arguments back in, focusing on the meeting.

"I mean if this is how you're going to do it, we might as well all just leave, let you do whatever you want since clearly that's what you're going to do." Hayden argued with Dumbledore, "What's the point of trying to make change when we're not getting the chance? What you did was illegal, the law shouldn't have passed. I don't know why we're arguing this point!"

Cried of agreement rang out after this statement, while those behind Dumbledore denied it was illegal.

Hayden brought out the minutes of the last meeting, duplicating it and sending off a copy to every single person in the room. Causing them all to quiet down, most likely already had a copy, if they were all agreeing that the meeting was illegal. Either that or they were only agreeing with him out of spite (of Dumbledore) or just to cause strife.

"Yes or no, there was only a fourth of the Wizengamot there?"

Reluctant mutters of agreement 'Yes' rang around.

"Yes or no, there was only one political party present at the meeting," Hayden declared, smacking his index finger down on the parchment.

Reluctant 'yes's' abound once more.

Albus Dumbledore's gaze became frosty, but did his utmost to remain calm. Hayden realized Dumbledore was young, he hadn't had as long to perfect his façade. He wondered if he could get the wizard to actually lose his composure. Oh, he was definitely bringing him down, he just hated he was going to use the wizards family to do so.

"Blood magic must be banned for the good of us all," Albus chided the wizard, "You're just too young, too new to understand."

"Too young to understand that what you did was illegal?" Hayden asked, "Well alright then!"

Tom coughed to hide his laugh, oh, he really, really was good.

"Everyone, it looks like we're too young to understand," Hayden said placating the crowd, "It's good of him to break the law and become a criminal to make our pea sized brains at ease."

Arcturus leaned back watching Hayden play the fool, using his words against him. Never once losing his composure, or getting angry over the words he chose to use. It would be a sight to see if they did make Hayden furious, he imagined in amusement, death coming to the Wizengamot and having a conversation with an exasperated or angry Hayden. His lips twitched, as the faces he imagined his peers would make in their sheer terror. Even keeping his cool when his age was used against him, something of which he'd admit, would get those in Hayden's age group up in arms.

"I mean we really should give you an order of Merlin for breaking the law and just cement it. Congratulations, you're a criminal and the world loves you for it." Hayden dramatically applauded Dumbledore, "Way to go!" he had to savagely bite the idea of adding 'Too bad your father couldn't do the same thing instead of dying in Azkaban.' Oh no, he would use those in his finest hour, no point in using all his greatest hits at once.

Dumbledore remained silent, seething inwardly, struggling to come up with something else to say. He had not anticipated the boys utter disregard for his youth. He expected him to throw a tantrum, get upset, get angry over the slight to prove himself right, that he was too young to be here. He was easily the youngest Lord here, by a good decade, at least.

"Those in agreement of abolishing the aforementioned law and declaring it null and void?" Lord Bones stood, and Hayden had to stop everything in him not to be – or rather look – taken aback. Holy bloody shit, it was like looking at a male version of Amelia Bones! It explained the haircut she loved so much; she was definitely imitating her father. The only literal difference between them is the Adam's apple. Or was it her grandfather? No, she was grey haired when he knew her, this definitely had to be her father…right?

The room lit up with hundreds of wands agreeing with the order, in fact, if Hayden didn't know any better, he'd say there were a few that profess loyalty to Dumbledore doing so as well. Far more than just the 'fourth' that had been present for the drafted agreement at the sneaky Wizengamot meeting. They'd conveniently been sent out 'hours later' he knew the move, nothing had changed in the Ministry at all. It was sickening really.

Satisfaction thrummed through Hayden, oh, it felt good to win for once. Especially against Dumbledore.

"You have no idea what you've done," Albus said in severe disappointment, shaking his head.

"Oh, give it a rest," Hayden replied in exasperation, "Your attempts at manipulating are quite frankly pathetic, pull your moves on someone who cares to be manipulated." His gaze automatically sliding over to Fleamont Potter, who had been watching the scene, and him, intently.

And he'd been doing so well, right up until that point, Arcturus thought, but surprisingly, as he looked around, he found many faces arranged in approval. It genuinely surprised him to see them approving of such a young lad speaking plainly. Normally politics was filled with false pretence, backstabbing and blackmail.

"We are NOT family," Fleamont vehemently stated, just a side away from actually spitting in his anger. "I don't want anything t-t-to do with a disgusting Dark Wizard like you!"

Hayden blinked, "Oh? What makes someone a Dark Wizard, pray tell?" giving him an I'm too tired for this bullshit. Standing up, moving down towards the table, with the only thing separating them. Usually, it was used for the sake of an argument, and technically this was an argument. A bland look on his face, as if this was an utter waste of time. "I'm waiting," he added with an expectant look on his face.

Hayden sighed dramatically, leaning against the table, leaning on his elbows, removing his pocket watch and checking the time, before holding it to his ear, before going, "Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock."

Fleamont just stared utterly bewildered, opening and closing his mouth.

"Dark wizards are not fit for our society," Daedalus Diggle declared, as always completely in Dumbledore's corner, and without a single original thought in his mind.

Fleamont pointed emphatically at Diggle, in full agreement, "That, exactly!"

"I'm awaiting, what makes me a Dark Wizard?" hand clenched under his chin as he stared, exuding utter boredom. "Seriously? I mean come on; you must have some concept of what you believe is a dark wizard?"

Fleamont just gritted his teeth, he was beginning to hate the blasting wizard.

"It's okay if you need to hold Dumbledore's hand," Hayden placated him, completely ignoring the noise of amusement that came from various different directions. "Hopefully you don't also need help to piss."

"Dark Wizards are a blight on society, with their dark arts and blood crafts!" Fleamont stated, puffing out, enraged by the mere suggestion he needed help to do the toilet! That sort of reputation could get around, and he refused to

"Dark arts huh? Who needs the dark arts? I could kill someone with light magic." Hayden pointed out dismissively.

Sharp inhales of shock rang around the room.

Orion groaned, face palming and sliding down his chair in an attempt to hide from the trainwreck that was Hayden Peverell. Honestly, he should have seen something like this coming. He didn't dare glance at his father or anyone else, too afraid to see their reactions. Worse still he wanted to be there for Hayden, to agree with him regardless of what was happening. It could work, Hayden was intelligent, he knew these people more than he did. Wishful thinking, he knew.

"So, this is how he's going to do it," Tom murmured, a wicked gleam in his eye.

Orion glanced up at Tom in silent query, "What do you mean?" he murmured so quietly only Tom and Antonin – who was sat next to his father and Hayden's empty chair – could possibly hear him.

"It's going to be like a slap on the face," Tom replied quietly, admiration splayed across his face, it's not something he would have thought to do. Perhaps it wasn't subtly the world needed, perhaps the blunt uncensored truth was needed to get through to them.

Orion turned back to his fiancé, straightening up, making sure that if Hayden looked, he'd know he had his back, always. Even if he didn't approve of the language and the way he was going about it, not fully anyway. If word got out, people might not react very well to his presence. He did crane his neck to see his fathers' reaction to what was going on, and was immensely surprised to see him sitting there with a subtle smirk on his face as he watched the show.

"Yes, I'm sure you could," Fleamont said with supreme amusement, sure all was right in his world.

"In fact, I could do it with a first-year spell, want to test my theory?" Hayden asked, flicking his wand out, laying it on the table.

Fleamont laughed, he was the only one, everyone else was watching the scene in silence.

"We're getting a little…" Albus tried to calm things down, finally seeing himself where the younger wizard was up to and genuinely alarmed. He needed to stop this immediately, he could not let his people get foolish notions in their heads. His mind frantically tried to come up with an excuse to end the meeting hastily.

"I'll take that bet, if you change your view on blood magic and vote to ban it." Fleamont vehemently, brown eyes gleaming with victory.

"Only if I can test the theory on you," Hayden said with bite, seeing his father at his worst in that moment, perhaps there was a reason James was the way he was. Maybe it wasn't because his parents had spoiled him, perhaps it was just because of who his parents were. Look at him, a grown ass man, looking at Dumbledore for approval for his rash and stupid actions, did he really not know how to think?

Loud murmurs went around the room, most were amused by what was happening, having finally cottoned on. Only those that had swallowed everything Dumbledore said as gospel didn't realize what the outcome was going to be. So sure, they were that light magic wasn't dangerous and 'dark' magic was evil. Having been spoon fed this rhetoric since they were teenagers by Dumbledore himself whilst they were at Hogwarts.

"Flea—" Albus pressed his hand against the wizards shoulder, attempting to get him to sit back, so he could warn him that this was a ploy by the dark agenda. He was still reeling over the fact Tom had not only changed his name but seemly had gone down a political route. It wasn't what he had expected.

"You're on." Fleamont declared almost hooting in delight, he was sure Albus was going to be very pleased that they'd been able to convert someone else to vote against blood magic of any kind.

Hayden couldn't help but wonder if it was a Potter thing, Peverell or not, he and Fleamont were both desperate to prove their points. Willing to go to all lengths to do so. He'd actually feel a bit sorry for him if he wasn't acting so spectacularly stupid. How could he be daft enough not to know what he was up to? Didn't he realise just how dangerous first year spells actually were? Did wizards have zero imagination?

Hayden picked up his wand, and Fleamont just stood there, chin jutted out, "Well? What are you waiting for? Go ahead, kill me."

Hayden glanced at everyone, they were all standing, holding their breath and staring down at them, waiting.

"Rictusempra!" Hayden lazily did the wand movement, which was shaped like a leaf, he could hear the murmurs begin to rise as Fleamont Potter began to bend over laughing outrageously as if he'd just heard the most hilarious thing in the world. Hayden moved around the table, watching Fleamont continue to laugh, panic and fear prominently displayed on his features, a start contrast to the sound emerging from his mouth.

The spell had been a second-year spell during his years at Hogwarts, but here it was a first-year spell.

Dumbledore unsheathed his own wand, only to find a wand pressing against his neck, "Let them see this out, he agreed to the deal after all, didn't he?" Arcturus declared coldly, his wand tip digging into Dumbledore's neck aggressively. He would always defend his family, and Hayden was family, or going to be soon enough.

Lord Bones cautiously watched what was going on, ready to summon the Aurors if this got out of hand. It would certainly be a first if the Wizengamot took up arms and began to fight in the chambers. He did step back, keeping an eye on the proceedings, ready to exit the room to call the Aurors if need be.

"You've proven your point,"

"He can't breathe! Stop it!"

"STOP JUST STOP!"

Hayden didn't bother verbally removing the spell, finally there was silence, Fleamont's lips that had gone blue due to the lack of oxygen began to get colour back in them. "You give a child, an eleven-year-old a weapon, spells that can kill if they're left on, the so-called light magic doesn't make you better! It is NOT THE MAGIC THAT'S THE PROBLEM! IT'S THE INTENT BEHIND IT! IF YOU CANNOT GET THAT THROUGH YOUR BRAINS THEN ITS TIME YOU STEPPED BACK AND LET THE NEXT GENERATION DECIDE SINCE THEY WILL HAVE TO LIVE WITH THE DECISIONS YOU MAKE FOR THEM!" his voice booming as it became magically louder.

"A fluke! Just a fluke! One spell!" Diggle blustered, but he was pale and shaken as he stared at Fleamont. That spell, a first year, light spell had almost killed Fleamont. It broke something in him, it was just a small crack, tiny thing, but it was the beginning.

"Oh? Really? A fluke?" Hayden said, while Fleamont hastily shook his head, he wasn't testing the wizard, his magic was icy and merlin, he didn't want to go through something like this again. He could barely breathe, the dried tears on his face were tacky, no he didn't want to test this wizard anymore.

"Wingardium Leviosa! "with that the marble statue they had in the room zoomed over, hovering over Fleamont who screamed in fear, arms over his face instead of using his wand, petrified.

Everyone in the room was shocked to the core, those were pure marble, it took fifteen sorcerers to levitate them in it was said. Yet there was one wizard, just one, able to not only levitate it over to someone but effortlessly hold it up threateningly over Potter. Everyone had their wands out, terrified that somehow his attention would waver and the possibility of Potter getting squashed under the dozens of tonnes of marble.

If anybody had thought about messing with Hayden Peverell…they had been shown the light.

Just seeing that hovering statue was enough to wake them up.

Arcturus watched the scene with immense satisfaction, he didn't need a wake-up call, he knew just how powerful Hayden was. He was almost preening in pride and sheer happiness that this young wizard would be joining his family. The next heir of the Black family would be immensely powerful. The fact that everyone knew not to mess with Hayden all on his own was just the icing on the cake.

Hayden knelt before the terrified wizard, waiting until he moved his arms, and met his gaze, fearfully, "Want to know something else? You want to ban all blood magic? When it could give you what you want more than anything else in this world? A child. An heir. However, I'm going to make sure you never get your hands on that potion or the spells. I want you to confess to your wife that she could have had a child, but your actions have put a stop to it. You'll have to live with that for the rest of your miserable life, ending the Potter name, which I remind you I can prune off a few branches of the family and leave you nameless, I am LORD PEVERELL and you've lived comfortably off the Peverell money! You bring shame on the Potter family, on the Peverell family!" with that the marble statue of a depiction of Lady Magic zoomed back into place.

Everyone, absolutely everyone was staring at Hayden.

Awe.

Exasperation.

Anger, rage, hatred.

Astonishment.

Fear.

Amazement.

Aroused, elated, excited.

A/N – Oof! I'm surprised I managed to get this chapter out! I scalded myself while pouring out boiling water from pasta OUCH! My stomach and legs are blistered! Whatever you guys do, be very, very careful with steaming boiling pots! It really didn't help having such good weather after that, or it did, since even tops were awful to put over it, luckily, I have baggy ones that made the process easier. Second and third day was a lot easier, walking dogs though? Murder! I look like I've been burnt by a giant iron. I'm never having spaghetti bolognaise ever again!

How many will 'wake-up' after that? Or will it take a lot more to make people see just what Dumbledore is like? I mean he doesn't have the following yet, but he's likely been manipulating people since he was eleven – he was very good at it – I don't want to turn it into a Dumbledore centric but I do love getting the better of him lol Poor Fleamont! there's no way he's going to ever have any sort of relationship with Hayden after that! Will the Black's figure it out? (speculation with no confirmation?) or will they eventually be let in on the secret and compelled to keep it a secret using the family magic? Hmm so many ways it could go…will James end up having older siblings with the potion/spells Hayden will bring out? Will it ensure the idiot doesn't become the wizard Hayden had seen glimpses of? R&R please!

and will we get to see more of Cygnus for Orion's birthday? will Walburga be there or has she already transferred school?