Another birthday gift, though this one ended up being extremely, extremely late. Anyway, here's the next going to take forever to finish story while I try to somehow balance everything else.

Warnings: Shounen-ai, gay, slash, whatever you dub it. Harry Potter/ Tom Riddle (eventually) and Sirius/Remus (from the start). Don't like, don't read.

Warning 2: I have not figured out a schedule or anything for this story or any of the others due to work/life balances and issues. I'm going to be talking with a writing coach soon so I can get more efficient and hopefully stop burnouts, blocks, and everything else. So I apologize for how chaotic things have been and will continue to be with any and all updates I manage for the next few months. In the meantime, try and enjoy!

Warning 3: These will all probably going through some editing later on.

Notes: (X) is pov change and or time jump

Chapter 1

Harry stared at the Time Turner clasped tightly in his hand. And not just any Time Turner. The last Time Turner, at least, as far as any official records claimed. Knowing now how the Ministry of Magic worked, there was probably a good fifty or more stashed somewhere under some Ministry official's bed, and that person may or may not even be aware of said stash.

The Time Turner had arrived at the Dursley's a few days ago, with a few fancily written sentences on a single piece of parchment that reminded Harry of Dumbledore's writing, only that was impossible. Dumbledore was dead. Like everyone else around Harry, the headmaster had become a causality of war. Don't… He forced his eyes closed and took a breath. If he started thinking about all the people he'd lost just in the past year, he'd start obsessing, and the guilt and grief would consume him to the point he wouldn't get out of bed, which was a luxury he didn't have if he wanted to get this done.

The note, now stashed inside his school trunk between some of his books, had been to the point. 'This is the last Time Turner in existence. I will leave it up to you what to do with it. Just remember, all actions have consequences.'

Harry had read the letter many times over, trying to see if there was anything he'd missed. So far, he hadn't found any secret messages or added warnings, even after trying a few spells on it. Hermione or someone from the Order would have done a better job, but he didn't want anyone to know what his intentions were. The Order, at least those who blindly followed Dumbledore, would try to talk him out of it. Worse, if the wrong Order member found out, Voldemort would be informed, and find a way to counteract. And while he trusted Hermione and Lupin with his life, he didn't think they'd be too keen on letting him carry out a plan that resembled something that looked eerily similar to one of Ron's last-minute homework attempts where he quickly wrote the most basic answers with no actual thinking or supporting details, as they entered the classroom. Harry didn't like it either. But he needed to do this. He had to at least try.

Even if he succeeded, though, it would just start a list of different problems. But they'd be alive… If Dumbledore and Sirius were alive, he could deal with their disapprovals. And there would be disapproval. His brain had reminded him quite a few times how against time travel Dumbledore had been and how angry he was going to be with Harry if he told the headmaster anything about what he'd done in order to bring Sirius and him back. He might even try to force Harry to undo all of it. Sirius would be on his side, though. For part of the plan anyway….

Harry let out a long sigh, examining the Time Turner one more time before he stupidly threw his life away. Well, his freedom. It still beats the other options. Which consisted of doing nothing, which was driving Harry slowly mad. Going back in time and killing Voldemort shortly after he was born, which still made Harry's stomach turn that he'd even come up with such an idea, and the final one, where he kidnapped the baby and brought it back to his time to raise it so the arse didn't become a homicidal maniac. The real question was, could he raise a baby with any sort of kindness and love, knowing full well it had originally grown up to be a monster.

Maybe he could pay Mrs. Weasley to care for the baby without telling her where he'd come from. Voldemort would be smothered in so much love he might save Harry the trouble and off himself. Problem solved. If not, Harry would make sure to come around and if Voldemort showed any signs of leaning towards the dark side, Harry would have him sent to Azkaban. Does Azkaban even take children? He blinked a few times trying to remember if anyone had ever mentioned a child's version of Azkaban. Surely the Wizarding world had something in place for dangerous kids and teens… Or it might just be better to take the baby to St. Mungo's, explain to the mind healers his suspicions that the baby had evil tendencies and maybe they could drain the darkness from him.

"Ugh…" Snatching baby Voldemort from his crib and bringing him back to the present time was going to be the easy part of this whole ordeal. Once he had the baby though, both Dumbledore and Sirius should be back. And while his godfather would probably take one look at the baby and drown it, Harry had come up with a plan for Dumbledore. The headmaster knew all to well about the prophecy concerning him and Voldemort. It said Harry was the one who had to win against the dark lord. And wouldn't going back in time to snatch the baby and raising it to be a properly functioning member of society still be defeating the dark lord? It still 'killed' the dark lord part, right? Right.

The Order would be coming to retrieve him within the next few days, the earliest being tomorrow, so he needed to do this today.

He started moving the numbers one by one. This one was much nicer than the one Hermione had used back in his third year and had actually had numbers on it that he could adjust. Unfortunately, like half the things in the Wizarding world, the thing lacked proper labeling, so he wasn't entirely sure which numbers were for time and which ones were for dates. "Okay. Apparate, kidnap, return. Simple enough." If anything goes wrong, I'll take Voldemort back and try something else. If he had to do a second time run, he would talk with Hermione and Lupin first.

Harry climbed out of bed before any more doubt could creep in, located his shoes where he'd thrown them under his bed last, and slipped them on. Despite how solid, sort of solid, his plan felt, his internal voice was screaming at him to rethink this. Was he really capable of raising a baby that he knew had originally grown up to kill his parents and thousands of others without giving in to any of his anger? They won't be dead if you raise him right.

He slipped the Time Turner into his pocket before stepping out of the room and closed the door. With any luck this would be the last time he'd ever have to set foot in this house unless he decided to drop baby Voldemort off at their doorstep. As amusing and revenge worthy as that sounded though, it would probably just make things worse than they were now. It's a nice fantasy though. Maybe one even worth trying before he took full responsibility for the psychopath. With the Time Turner, he could try as many different timelines as he wanted and choose the best outcome before sticking with one. As long as he didn't die doing anything or get the Time Turner taken from him. Two very real possibilities and two more things to add to his list of "don't think about that until after you've kidnapped the monster". Stick to the plan. He took off down the stairs in a run before any sort of rational thought could kick down the mental walls he was using to hold it off.

"STOP RUNNING IN THE HOUSE BOY!" He ducked out the front door just as his Uncle Vernon came rushing out of the kitchen holding a broom. "I TOLD YOU NO RUNNING!"

"I'M IN A HURRY!" He ran down the walkway and across the street, giving a quick look around as he went. He didn't see anyone, but he'd learn during his fifth year someone was always watching. Now that he'd left the Dursleys' house, there'd be people reporting to others on both sides that he was outside and alone. So, a perfect target if anyone wanted to come snatch him. Harry started towards Mrs. Figg's, hoping that everyone would just assume he needed some actual contact with another living person besides the Dursleys, rather than trying to do anything suspicious.

He made it up her drive, casually looking over the flowers in front of her house, before stopping to pretend to examine a flower bush farthest from her front door. It was some sort of purple flower and looked much better than the last time he'd seen it when the town had been going through a horrible drought.

Slowly, he inched towards the next bush, then the next, until he was standing in the woman's backyard. If you want to back out, now is the time to do it. He could easily stroll back to the front door and act like nothing had happened. If the Order came and got him the following day though he might not get a chance to do this, at least not any time soon and he didn't think he could handle going on with his life without Dumbledore and Sirius in it. It was bad enough when he'd lost one of them, but both? And Lupin would have been the best one to grieve with, but his old teacher hardly responded to any of his letters and when he asked Hermione and Ron about it, they said Lupin was rarely at any Order meetings. When he was, he looked like he hadn't slept for days and was barely holding it together. One more reason Harry had to do this. If he lost Lupin too…. His stomach turned and he found himself leaning against Mrs. Figg's house, trying to keep the small breakfast he'd had that morning inside his stomach where it belonged.

Focus!

A lot, because he was going to try to Apparate to an orphanage he'd only visited once in a memory Dumbledore had shown him a few months ago and he'd barely given the building any attention, beyond that it wasn't the nicest looking place. To be fair, he had no idea he'd be trying to pull something like this off now or ever, and he'd been much more focused on what was going on with Voldemort than the building, which is what Dumbledore had seemed to want. So, ever since he'd come up with this dumb plan he'd been trying to remember the orphanage in as much detail as he possibly could. Which wasn't much, but hopefully enough or he'd have to wait until the Order picked him up and try to convince one of them to take him there.

Taking another breath, he closed his eyes. "You have to do this if you want them back." The building was old and made of brick. It had a large gate in front, with the words "Wool's Orphanage," on top. One after another, a solid image began forming in his mind's eye. The large entrance building and spikes on top of the pillars on both sides of the wrought-iron gate. Somehow, he remembered more as he rebuilt the place inside his mind. There. I want to go there!

Harry felt himself lurching forward in a quick, harsh movement, and seconds later, he was trying not to fall. When he opened his eyes, before him stood an even more desolated version of the orphanage. The bricks still forming the structure had moss and vines covering most of it. Broken ones had been collected and thrown into a pile towards one wall. Some of the windows were broken and covered with newspapers and wood to keep the elements out. Just outside the gates were bulldozers, cranes, and other machines used to destroy buildings. Near them on the gate was a large sign that read in large red letters, 'Condemned! Danger! Stay out!' With a slightly smaller sign next to it saying, 'Demolition date, August 2nd, 1997." To the right and much newer looking was a third sign. 'Office Buildings coming soon!'

Shite… If he'd waited just a few more days the orphanage wouldn't even be there anymore. He'd have never been able to get there, at least not without the help of other order Members.

CRACK!

Go! Harry yanked the Time Turner out of his pocket. It didn't matter if it was Ministry workers or Death Eaters that'd followed him, he couldn't let them stop him.

CRACK!

Harry jumped. Another crack followed, and he cursed. "One of these…!" He hit the last button, scowling, when nothing happened. Maybe the Time Turner wasn't real? He should have tested it. This was probably a trap. NO! "Come on!" He gave the thing a hard shake. "Work!"

A bright yellow light emitted from within the Time Turner, pulsating slowly at first, but fast gaining speed. A scream of frustration erupted somewhere nearby. Before Harry could figure out from who or where it came from, the light exploded around him.

He waited with his eyes closed for someone to grab him. When no one did, he opened his eyes. I made it. He allowed himself to breathe for a moment. The orphanage wasn't what you'd consider in good shape, but it at least didn't look like it was being strangled to death by plants now. There were no bricks on the ground, no broken windows, and while the atmosphere itself still felt somewhat oppressive, it wasn't the feeling of abandonment that Harry had felt moments before.

Find Voldemort and get out of here. He had no idea if this thing had a time limit and would kick him back into his own time or anything. Not for the first time, he wished the sender hadn't been so stingy and had enclosed a set of that he'd been smart enough to test this thing out before trying this. Too late for that.

He moved towards the main gate, expecting them to be locked. All it took was a gentle push to get it open. He stared at it a moment, wondering if he'd somehow just gotten lucky or if the staff really didn't care if any of the children got out or kidnapped. That's what you want, he reminded himself. Maybe that's what they want too. He could hear muffled laughter coming from inside the building. Kind of warm for January. Weather was known for never being consistent though. At least he wouldn't have to worry about slipping on snow or ice if he had to make a run for it with the baby. So far, he his luck was holding out. Almost like fate had made sure he'd succeed at this. Something else he would definitely let Dumbledore know once he was safely back in his own time and trying hard not to strangle baby Voldemort.

The doors to the building weren't locked and while the entrance hall had a small reception desk, no one was sitting behind it. This is weird. There should definitely be staff members somewhere. Or the doors should have been locked. How was it that any possible obstacles that he might have ran into seemed to have already been dealt? Maybe this is a trap. But how would the person who'd sent the Time Turner know when in time he was going? Or when he'd decided to use the Time Turner? Was it charmed to let the sender know all of that whenever he used it? I need to hurry.

He turned towards the laughter coming from down the hall on his left. It didn't sound like an adult. If by some chance it was, he'd use his wand and move on, but the less people he interacted with, the better. He went through a set of double doors, taking note of all the doors lining both sides of the hall. Most of them were closed, but the ones that were opened showed that he was on the dormitory side of the orphanage. Oddly enough, there didn't seem to be anyone inside either.

"Where in the hell is everyone," he muttered.

A ball came flying in his direction and bounced off the wall inches from his face. "Opps!"

"I'm so sorry!" A little girl no older than seven, with brown hair pulled into a messy braid ran behind two boys that looked to be about the same age, and immediately burst into tears. "We didn't mean to almost hit you!"

"It's okay," Harry said, kneeling down to pick up the ball that'd stopped at his feet.

"Don't break it!" The taller of the two boys, this one with dark red hair, took a step towards Harry, his eyes narrowed. He gave Harry a look, and his shoulders relaxed. "It's not him."

The little girl looked up and wiped the tears from her eyes. "Oh… it's not."

"Hey, where is everyone," Harry asked as he spun the ball in his hands.

The shorter of the two boys gave his companions a look and they nodded at each other. "Everyone else went to the beach for a trip," he said. "We didn't want to go though, so we played sick so we could have the orphanage to ourselves."

Ah. That made sense.

"Yeah, it's a lot more fun," the girl said, straightening up.

"Well…" the red head started and stopped. "What do you want?"

Harry stopped playing with the ball and held it out to the boy standing closest to him. "Didn't anyone stay here with you."

The red head hesitated. "Yes…But he told us not to bother him."

The shorter boy snatched the ball from Harry and backed up quickly towards his two friends.

Perfect. Too perfect. He didn't know how, but this had to be a trap. "I was told one of my relatives were here and I wanted to come and get them."

"You're not old enough to adopt someone," the taller boy said.

Harry could feel his eye twitch slightly. "I'm just making sure they're here. My father had an emergency at work, so he couldn't come." He tried to give the kids as much of a sincere smile as he could given how stupid and poorly put together his lie was. "I'm looking for someone named Vol—eh Tom Riddle. He's probably in the nursey." Yeah that doesn't sound weird at all.

The kids seemed to share his feelings, because they looked at each other nervously.

"He's in the last room down that hall," the boy holding the ball said at last, pointing to a hallway on the right. "I wouldn't go in there, though."

"Why not?"

"He's weird," the boy said.

"And scary," the little girl added in a whisper.

"Well, I'm going to help make him less scary," Harry said. The three kids exchanged looks yet again. They'd no doubt be having nightmares about Harry for the next few months after they found out he'd snatched the baby. Hopefully they wouldn't be too traumatized.

"You're weird too," the taller boy said. "Let's go outside and play." He took the girl's hand.

"Yeah," the girl said, loudly.

"Let's go," the boy with the ball said.

The three of them ran past Harry and down the hall he'd just come from.

That's bad when kids are scared of a baby. He must be using wandless magic already. He headed down the right hall, wondering exactly how one dealt with a wandless magic welding baby. Mrs. Weasley had to have tips for not there had to be books. This kid is already a problem. He'd have enough to read already with his schoolwork… I won't be able to finish my seventh year. There was no way Hogwarts would let him attend with a baby and they didn't have a daycare. It'll be okay. You can figure everything out later. Maybe Mrs. Weasley could watch the baby while he finished his last year of school. Hell, maybe once he explained everything to Dumbledore, the Order could watch it while he finished and then he could take over. What better person to keep an eye out for dark behavior from a baby Voldemort than Dumbledore?

He stopped in front of Voldemort's room and took a breath. This was his last moment of freedom one way or another. As soon as he opened the door, he would become one of the millions of sleep deprived parents, all of them at their wits' end. I can't back out now. Sirius would do this no questions asked if it meant saving me. Though he had the sinking feeling his godfather would just smother the baby with a pillow and be done with it rather than raise it if their exact situations were reversed.

Turning the knob, he opened the door just a crack, making sure no one was inside. Something's wrong. He frowned as he took the room in and pushed the door open the rest of the way. The room was empty except for a large bed with crumpled up sheets, a purple blanket, and a trunk similar to the one he brought with him to Hogwarts each year, and no crib in sight.

"Oh shite," he breathed, turning. His eyes widened and breath caught as the sight in front of him registered in his brain.

A wet Voldemort stood before him, no more than sixteen, with just a towel wrapped around his waist, and a very annoyed expression on his face. Before Harry could even attempt to explain, the teen shoved him into the room and slammed the door shut behind them. "You must be new. I've never seen you before and no one else would be so stupid as to enter my room without permission." He smirked. "No worries. I'll make sure you never make that mistake again."

"I—!" His gaze darted to the Time Turner in his hand. He'd have to go back and try again, hopefully, before anyone dragged him off to Dark Lord Voldemort or Azkaban.

"What is that?" Voldemort was staring at his hand as well.

"Nothing!"

Narrowing his eyes, the teen grabbed Harry's wrist, jerked it up, and pinned it to the wall above Harry's head. Harry struggled to break free, but Voldemort was stronger than he'd thought. "That looks like a Time Turner," he growled. "Who are you, and why are you in my room?"

"I… I wanted to meet you," Harry said.

"Why?" They stared at each other. He knew Voldemort would want an answer, but the shock from all of this was making his brain go blank. "Well?" He shoved Harry again. "Clearing your thoughts won't help you. Ripping things out of people's minds happens to be a specialty of mine." He pushed Harry again, the Gryffindor's back hitting the wall.

"I just—"

"Tell the truth," he snarled. He released Harry's wrist so he could grab the Gryffindor's shirt with both hands, pulled Harry forward, and slammed him into the wall again.

Harry's hand opened and both of their gazes snapped to the sudden movement to their left. The Time Turner twirled and spun at an excruciatingly slow pace, though it must have been falling faster than it looked because both teens moved to grab it and both missed.

Pieces of glass rained around them, followed immediately by a blinding white light.

(X)

"Harry! Get down here already!"

Harry groaned and when he opened his eyes, he closed them seconds later as the room started to spin. His whole body hurt like he'd been in a rather physical Quidditch match and there was pressure on his chest and part of his right side that he hoped was one of his pillows and not a sign that he was getting sick. He knew from experience the Dursleys would leave him in his bed to die if he was.

What in the hell just happened?

"Now Harry!"

"Ugh…" he tried to sit up, but the movement proved impossible with the weight on him. He didn't really want to deal with any of the Dursley's just wanted to sleep. His plan had been going so well in his dream until he'd finally found Voldemort and the dark lord had had the nerve of being a really hot teenager wearing nothing more than a towel, rather than the crazed baby he was supposed to be.

"Ngh…"

Drops of water fell onto Harry's forehead.

Harry's entire body froze as the weight on his chest shifted.

Uh-oh…

He opened his eyes, fear filled emerald green meeting confused ruby red. They stared at each other and, in perfect synchronization, looked over the edge of the bed. On the dark wooden floor were the shattered and burnt remains of the Time Turner.

"Oh no…"

"This better be some kind of twisted joke—"

"HA — FOR MERLIN'S SAKE!" The teens' attention snapped to the door of the room, Harry's blood going cold. "I know you're almost seventeen, but jeez! What if your mother had walked in!? At least lock the door!" James Potter shook his head, his face red enough to make a cherry jealous. "Don't say a word about this to your mother!" he motioned to the two of them. "Just get dressed and join us for dinner. Maybe introduce us to your boyfriend properly." He closed the door where Harry could just make out a few muffled complaints. Harry gaped at the door. I… I just met my dad. I just met my dad! And… He shifted his gaze to Voldemort. His first meeting with his father and it was of James catching Harry in bed with a near nude Voldemort lying on top of him!

Harry dropped back down onto the bed. "I… I don't know what to do…"

"Well, that makes two of us!" Voldemort seemed to have come back to his senses. He slipped off the bed and started examining the broken pieces of Time Turner on the floor. "I've never even seen a Time Turner like this. What year are we even in?"

"Eh…" Harry forced himself back up. Watching the teen poke at the pieces made Voldemort seem almost normal. "I… don't know," he admitted, Voldemort looking at him. "I think 1997."

"You think," he demanded, pulling himself to his full height. "How do you not know what year you're from!?"

"This isn't where I left from…." he moved off the bed, careful not to step on any of the broken pieces. How in the hell had this happened? Even if the Time turner had broken, okay, it'd exploded, they should have ended up in present day Wool's Orphanage, not in his house. Or what he thought was his house. He gave a quick look around the room. Posters of Quidditch players and a Gryffindor banner adorned his wall. A few photos of him with his parents as different ages smiled back at him from a dresser and bedside table. Definitely his room.

"Explain," said a cold voice.

"You're not going to believe me."

"You better hope that I do or you're going to be in a lot of pain."

"HARRY!" This time, a female voice.

The Gryffindor winced. He could not let his mother walk in on them like his dad had. "Look, it's bad enough I just met my dad, and you were on top of me," he said, quickly moving towards what he hoped was his closest.

"Just met—"

"I can't meet my mum the same way!" He opened the door, relief flooding him at all the clothes in his closet. "Find something to wear."

Voldemort came to stand beside him and arched an eyebrow. "…You realize I'm a head taller than you and nothing is going to fit, right?"

Harry turned, glaring at him "So, fix it!"

"With what?! My wand is back at the orphanage!"

"You don't need a wand, you're bloody Lord Voldemort!"

The teen's eyes narrowed. "Who are you," he asked, his voice low. "I haven't shared that name with anyone."

…Huh? The words repeated in Harry's head. "…You haven't killed anyone yet."

The teen looked taken aback. "…No. But you may very well be my first."

He hasn't lost any of his humanity yet! He still has a complete soul. Maybe his plan could still work! He'd worry about that after he got to experience having dinner with his parents. "Just pick something! I swear if you just get dressed and join me for dinner, I'll explain everything afterwards." He might never get a chance like this again. "Please. I've never met my parents; they died when I was young. I know you understand what that feels like."

Scowling Voldemort shoved Harry to the side and started shifting through the clothes. "Do not assume you know or understand me. And don't go around using that name. Only my closest followers are going to be allowed to use that name." He looked at Harry and then at something behind him, expressionless. "And I get the feeling that doesn't include you."

Harry sighed. He never thought he'd ever regret having a Gryffindor banner hanging on his wall. "You're not wrong."

"I rarely am," he said, dryly. He pulled out a black pair of jeans and a dark blue shirt. "Fix these." He chucked them onto Harry's bed and helped himself to Harry's top dresser drawer.

"What am I supposed to call you then? And what are you looking for?"

"My name," he said, shaking his head without looking at Harry. "And I'm not quite sure what you're into, but I prefer to wear underwear under my clothes." He turned, holding up a pair of black boxers and threw them onto the bed next to the other two items. "Get to it."Harry looked at the clothes, supposedly his clothes, chucked onto what was supposedly his bed."Well?"

"I don't know how to alter clothes," he said quietly.

Sighing, the teen moved towards him and pulled Harry's wand out of his pants' pocket. "I suggest you give me permission to borrow this then."

"…You have permission to use my wand only to alter these clothes."

Voldemort smirked. "Oh, so you aren't a complete fool." He waved Harry's wand over the clothes. They began to stretch themselves out immediately. When they finished, he handed Harry his wand back and pulled the clothes on. "I suppose these'll do…"

They probably look better on him than they ever did me. DO NOT GO THERE! He gave his head a firm shake and ran to the door, rushing out of the room. The hall stretched out on both sides. "Um…"

Voldemort followed behind him, giving him a curious look. "Don't tell me you don't remember the layout of your own house."

Harry glared at him. "This is the first time I've ever seen my house!"

"If you say so," he said, sounding bored.

"Coming in a minute," he yelled.

"Pretty sure we gave you plenty of time," James' voice called back.

"This way!" Harry flashed the teen a grin and started to the left, the Slytherin laughing. "What!?"

"You look so proud of yourself!"

"I am! Now come on!" Without thinking, he grabbed the other teen's hand and started pulling him in the direction he'd heard his father's voice. "If the Time Turner messes up and I don't get to meet my family, I'll never forgive myself! Or you! I could have been downstairs eating with my family already if not for you!"

"I'm sorry. I didn't ask for some weirdo to break into my room and kidnap me seconds after I got out of the shower. Maybe let your victim get dressed next time."

"The last thing you are is a victim. You create victims," he snapped.

They made it to the bottom of the steps.

He chuckled. "That's true."

With another tug, Harry and the teen were standing in the dining room. James was on one side of the table while his mother had his back to them. James looked slightly older than in any of the photos Harry had ever seen. The second James saw them, he looked away, his face turning red again.

And then Harry's mother turned to look. She smiled at Harry, and he found himself letting go of Voldemort's hand and staggering towards her. She was so much more beautiful than any of the photos he'd seen. "S, sorry it took so long." He threw his arms around her. She looked slightly surprised but returned the hug.A burst of warmth he'd never felt washed over him and he felt himself tightening his grip around her.

"It's not that big a deal," she laughed. "I just didn't want your dinner to get cold."

"Yeah, I think the bigger issue here is that you snuck a boy up to your room," James snickered. "I'm James, Harry's father. This is his mother Lily, and you are?"

"Tom Riddle," Voldemort said in such a charming tone Harry wanted to kick him. "I do apologize for the intrusion. Harry insisted I come meet you." He smiled, his gaze meeting Harry's glare. "He didn't even give me a choice."

(TBC)

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TTA Ch1