Chapter 1
Chapter One
Watching Harry Potter ft a load of fanon. Fanon starts fully after third year with a little thrown in throughout.
Relationships: James Potter/Severus Snape. Fenrir Greyback/Remus Lupin. Harry Potter/Theodore Nott/Draco Malfoy. Lucius Malfoy/Sirius Black. Barty Crouch Jr/Rodolphus Lestrange. Rabastan Lestrange/Regulus Black. Fred Weasley/Lee Jordan. George Weasley/Viktor Krum. Percy Weasley/Marcus Flint/Oliver Wood. Ron Weasley/Blaise Zabini/Neville Longbottom. Poppy Pomfrey/Minerva McGonagall. Jacob Kowalski/Queenie Goldstein. Theseus Scamander/Percival Graves/Newt Scamander. Tina Goldstein/Leta Lestrange. Credence Barebone/Nagini. Rowena Ravenclaw/Helga Hufflepuff. Godric Gryffindor/Salazar Slytherin. Cedric Diggory/Charlie Weasley. Bill Weasley/Fleur Delacour.
Bashing: Hermione Granger. Narcissa Malfoy. Bellatrix Lestrange. Albus Dumbledore. Cornelius Fudge. Dolores Umbridge. Peter Pettigrew. Horace Slughorn. Lily Evans. Molly Weasley. Ginny Weasley. Barty Crouch Sn. Vernon Dursley. Petunia Dursley. Walburga Black. Cygnus Black. Belladonna Malfoy. Pansy Parkinson. Cho Chang.
Magic worked in strange ways. It was a fact in the long scheme of things. And those types of magic that were even a little bit confusing or not many people understood … well, they had a whole department in the Ministry that helped understand the unknown parts of magic.
There was one thing that every person that possessed magic knew—that Lady Magic was the sole creator of it all. She deemed things to go the way they should, judged people rightly when asked and could and would take away the magic she gifted people with.
Sometimes Lady Magic did things that impacted the future for the wizarding world. One such instance was when she gathered the four founders of Hogwarts when they were just in their teens and showed them the keys to the success, but the mistakes they could make and the consequences of those such mistakes. The founders, it was never specified who—though many believed it to be Salazar Slytherin—made that mistake anyways.
Another such instance that Lady Magic deemed it important to show a group of people events that made the magic world the way it was in the year 1976, when the marauders where in their sixth year of Hogwarts. The magic of many activated all across the globe and across time itself, dragging them into a white plain that resembled the Great Hall of Hogwarts itself.
From the year 1927, it dragged Newt Scamander, Theseus Scamander, Percival Graves, Leta Lestrange, Jacob Kowalski, Tina Goldstein, Queenie Goldstein, Bunty, Aberforth Dumbledore, Credence Barebone and Nagini.
From the year 1975, it dragged James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Severus Snape, Fabian and Gideon Prewitt, Arthur Weasley, Fenrir Greyback, Rodolphus Lestrange, Lucius Malfoy, Barty Crouch Jr, Orion Black, Euphemia Potter, Frank Longbottom, Alice Fortescue, Poppy Pomfrey, Minerva McGonagall, Fleamont Potter, Rabastan Lestrange and Regulus Black.
From the year 1994, it dragged Harry Potter, Ronald Weasley, Draco Malfoy, Fred and George Weasley, Charlie Weasley, Bill Weasley, Cedric Diggory, Percy Weasley, Oliver Wood, Marcus Flint, Lee Jordan, Viktor Krum, Blaise Zabini, Neville Longbottom, Dean Thomas, Seamus Finnigan, Fleur Delacour, Gabrielle Delacour, Colin Creevey, Dennis Creevy, and Theodore Nott.
There were also older versions of some of the people from the year 1975, that’d come from the year 1994. People such as Lucius Malfoy, Severus Snape, Poppy Pomfrey, Minerva McGonagall, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin and Arthur Weasley.
(Those that’re from the 1994 and 1975 both shall be referred to by their second name—those from the year 1994. Everyone else will be referred to by their first name.)
“What the hell was that?” Jacob Kowalski burst out, looking around the room they were in.
“It appears to be some sort of illusion, Jacob, though I have no doubt that whoever cast it is very strong. Very strong and powerful indeed.” Eulalie “Lally” Hicks said, walking up to the wall and touching it. Her hand didn’t pass through it but seemed to touch solid stone though it felt slightly puffy to the touch like a sponge. Lally glanced over her shoulder and grinned at a pondering Newt.
“Indeed it was a very powerful person.” A figure cloaked in what seemed to be pure magic itself appeared in the middle of the room, on what looked like a dais. It was like the one Dumbledore always made his speeches on before he started the Welcoming Feast and where he’d announced the participants of the Triwizard Tournament.
“Lady Magic.” Harry got down on one knee. He knew of the deity, had seen her when he’d been twelve, stabbed by the basilisk fang. She told him ‘the time will come where you shall know everything, young one, be patient’. Lady Magic smiled softly.
“There is no need to bow, Hadrian Potter.” Someone in the Hall gasped. They were clustered together in three groups, each from their different timelines. One for the year 1927, one from the year 1975 and the last from the year 1994. Harry shook his slightly longer than normal hair out of his eyes and rose slowly but steadily, meeting Lady Magic’s gaze with a slight smile.
“I don’t suppose this is what you meant when you spoke to me in the Chamber of Secrets?”
Someone whispered from the group in 1975, “the Chamber of Secret’s is real?”
“Yes, Hadrian.” Lady Magic flicked her hand. The three groups reappeared seated at three long tables, not unlike where the four houses sat to eat for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Lady Magic clapped her hands together and began to explain why she had bought them here. It was a long tale that regaled them that many things that had not meant to happen had in fact happened and that some things were out of her reach. Due to the war that’d happened with Grindelwald, almost immediately following the war with Voldemort, Lady Magic had been swamped with sorting the deaths of magical people.
Death came to her in order for her to judge someone’s magic. If they’d been true and right and had not abused their privilege then they would be free to carry on. If they hadn’t … well they’d just better hope they had. Due to this, Lady Magic hadn’t been able to keep an eye on those that troubled her. It’d caused lots of things to go wrong in the long scheme of things.
“That’s why you’re here today. You shall be watching events in time. It will be long, and you will be here for a while. I do not know how long,” she started upon seeing Theseus Scamander open his mouth to no doubt inquire for ‘how long?’, “but it will explain a great deal many things. The screen will pause when someone begins to speak so you shall not miss anything. I shall be here if you have questions that need answering. I will come forth and tell you when you’ll be allowed to eat, when it time to sleep, etc. You will find yourself unable to hurt yourself or anyone here. Every need shall be catered to you, you simply have to ask. Now,” Lady Magic smiled, “shall we begin?”
“Shouldn’t we introduce ourselves first?” Jacob asked, eyeing the entity. “I don’t even know where and when these people are from.”
“Oh, yes. Thank you, Mr Kowalski. Well, better off start with your group, the year 1927. Then the middle, from the year 1975. And finally, on the right, the year 1994.” She gestured to each other them. “I shall warn you that there are people from both the year 1975 and the year 1994 in this room. Mr Kowalski would you like to start the introduction and then carry on down the table?”
Jacob nodded before standing. “Right, Jacob Kowalski. I’m a No-Maj or a muggle depending on the country, I guess.”
“No magic whatsoever?” Lucius Malfoy drawled from over at the 1994 table.
“Father, please.” Draco Malfoy, his son, hissed back. Lucius met his sons eyes before sighing and nodding.
“I meant no disrespect, Mr Kowalski, it is just I was surprised that Lady Magic allowed you to be seated in this plain. It is not often that muggle’s can be in this plain.”
“What do you mean can? Why are you emphasising it so much?” Frank Longbottom asked. Neville Longbottom inhaled sharply and ducked his head down, avoiding his fathers eyes. “Is it impossible?”
“Yes, quite frankly.” Malfoy nodded. “I wouldn’t be surprised if Mr Kowalski was a squib and just didn’t know about it. Did you know your parents?”
“No, I lived with my grandmother.” Jacob admitted. “Though my grandmother never liked my mother. Said she was a bit weird, bit unnatural. My father ran off with her and the next time she heard from him was the will he sent when she got left with me when I was seven months old.” Jacob tells him. Malfoy nods.
“Your mother was probably a witch then. Your father a muggle.”
Jacob blinked, a little stunned. “Huh.”
Lally, from next to him, patted him gently on the shoulder and stood, changing the subject, and leaving the man to ponder. “Eulalie Hicks, but you can call me Lally.” With that, subject changed, it carried down the table with each person introducing themselves. However, it stopped when it got to Newt Scamander.
“Newt Scamander.” He introduced himself, still a little hunched and shy as he avoided everyone’s eyes.
“No fucking way, really?” Charlie Weasley burst out.
“Charlie Weasley, language.” Arthur Weasley glanced reprovingly at his son. It caused the other Arthur seated at the table of 1975 to double back and stare at all the red heads sitting clustered together.
“Yeah, you watch your—”
“Language, young man—”
“We raised you better than that—”
“You need to learn to—”
“Broaden your vocabulary—”
“We can teach you some more—”
“Imaginative curses, Charlie Weasley!” Fred and George chorused in their twin speak, causing Arthur Weasley to sigh, smirking a little when Charlie spluttered a little, cheeks going red, highlighting his slight dusting of freckles.
“I’ve been dreaming of the day I could meet Newt Scamander. His book on magical creatures ensured that we could open things like dragon reserves in Romania. There’s hundred and thousands of special sites all over the globe that ensure protection and safety to creatures. Why, Niffler’s almost went extinct before Newt Scamander told everyone they were harmless and just liked gold. Everyone kept killing them because they were told they were merciless thieves.”
“Plus, they’re cute.” Bill interrupts. Charlie nods in agreeance.
“Let’s just continue on the introductions—you can continue to have a brain boner for Newt Scamander later.” Newt blushed whilst Charlie’s mouth dropped open, spluttering a little. With that the introductions carried on.
It then switched to the table of 1975, where there were a lot of distractions as they kept throwing words and insults at each other, but where stopped by the adults at the table, those being Orion Black and James’s parents along with Minerva McGonagall and Poppy Pomfrey, both looking twenty years younger than their counterparts from 1994. Eventually they got through the introductions.
Finally, the table of 1994 introduced themselves. The adult versions of their younger selves caused many to whisper amongst themselves. When Severus Snape stood, introducing himself, someone muttered, “still as ugly and greasy as ever.” Which made most of the people at the table of 1975 snicker. The younger Severus went red and a bit misty eyed, though no one could see as he ducked his head and his hair curtained his face, hiding his reaction when the table glanced at him.
Surprisingly, it was Harry that turned around and snapped something. “Shut up! You’re being no good stupid bullies! I happen to think Professor Snape looks very handsome, though you all seem to think yourself vain if you think you look any better. And really, I thought you were supposed to be nice!” Harry glared at them, huffing to himself. Severus glanced up from where he was staring at the table and looked towards Harry, who gave him a wide, beaming grin. Severus smiled hesitantly back.
He couldn’t be as bad as his father if he had defended him, could he?
There was a time you thought James Potter was nice and look how that’d turned out.
Severus looked away, swallowing. Harry’s smile dimmed and he turned back to Snape, who smiled a little at him, patting Harry’s hand softly. “He’s scared, it’s fine.” Snape soothed, in a tone so quiet, only Harry could hear since he was next to him. Harry nodded, placated for now.
Once the introductions were finished, Lady Magic clapped once more too draw the attention that was previously on everyone else back to her before gesturing towards the wall behind her. She dissolved into nothing, the dais disappearing as well to show what appeared to be a giant screen. Lady Magic’s voice appeared from behind the tables, at the back of the room, seated on a type of throne. “This will show the events, but they won’t be in chronological order, however. It will say the date and the year before it shows the events.”
She nodded towards the screen. The rest of the room turned back in time to see bold letters appearing slowly as if someone themselves was writing with blotched ink.
1975, August 23rd:
“This hasn’t happened yet.” Someone whispered, staring at the screen with slightly widened eyes from where they’re seated at the 1975 table. And indeed it hasn’t for they were currently in the month of January when they’d been taken, preparing for their end of year exams already even though it was months away as most had their O.W.L’s and some even had their N.E.W.T’s to take.
Sirius Black sits on his bed, hair falling around his head in silky curtains as he reads a book, sighing minutely when there comes a knock on his door.
“What?” He demands, glancing up. The door creaks open to reveal Regulus, who’s stares at him strangely for a long moment.
“Where are they supposed to be?” Blaise Zabini asked. Harry hesitates for a moment before answering, seeing that none of the Blacks were going to.
“Grimmauld Place. In our time, it’s a dark and gloomy place. No one in their right mind would want to live there.” Harry murmurs back, grimacing a little. Black chuckles lowly.
“It was my personal hell for fifteen years. Then my prisoner for the last two.” Black’s chin wobbles for a moment before he pushes past it and grits his teeth, smiling gently at Harry when the male reaches for him in concern. “I’m fine, pup, I’ll be alright.”
“You’re reading?”
Sirius snorts, glancing up at Regulus, eyes flinty. “What about it?”
“No need to be so mean about it.” Regulus jumped onto the end of Sirius’s bed, sprawling himself across it. Sirius huffed and moved away, prompting a flicker of hurt to glimmer in Regulus’s eyes before the younger got up and took a step back.
“What do you want?”
“Can I not come and ask how my brother’s doing?”
Sirius snorts again. “Funny. See, that’s funny seeing as James is more of a brother than you’ve ever been.” Sirius flicks his long hair out of his eyes and looks up, gaze hooking onto Regulus’s.
Regulus gasps, eyes snapping to Sirius, filling with tears before looking away.
“Reggie …” Sirius starts, only to stop when the Slytherin’s on the other side of Regulus glare at the brother.
“Can it, Black.” Rabastan Lestrange snarls, protective of the younger Black heir for reasons unknown to most. They hadn’t even known he’d gotten on well with Regulus. Sirius wets his lips before scowling darkly and turning to face the screen, shoulders bunching with more tension when he hears his younger brother sniffle before pulling himself visibly back together. The Black mask reappears on his face and it’s like nothing had pierced him in the first place, like he hadn’t been made of glass moments before, ready to shatter at a moment’s notice.
“Right.” Regulus hides the hurt well. “Well, mother wants you.” Regulus turns and sweeps from the room. He heads back to his own one, closing the door soundlessly, reaching for his wand and casting a silencing charm. Then he sinks to his knees and cries.
“Oh, poor baby.” Queenie Goldstein whispers, eyes sympathetic and shining with untold emotion. “It’s alright, honey.” Jacob reaches for her hand and pats it gently, linking their fingers together without thought. Queenie smiles at him.
The screen twists back to show Sirius, still in his room, the sweep of Regulus’s back showing as he exits the room.
Once Regulus has turned the corner, the Black mask falls and Sirius blinks, tears tumbling down his cheeks as he stands, heading over to his desk before he reaches down for a latch, sliding it. It opens with a click, revealing letters. He smiles softly, reaching for the unopened one, wiping and drying his face.
When he rips it open, it shows cursive writing, much like most of the pureblood’s.
“That’s fathers writing!” Draco exclaims, eyebrows shooting up.
“Yes, it is, although I have no recollection of ever writing Sirius Black letters at any point in my life.” Malfoy says, eyeing the screen suspiciously. Then he turns to face Lady Magic. “Is this showing our true memories of the timeline and ours have simply been changed?”
“Your memories have indeed been tampered with. Many of yours have—in fact, almost every single person in this room has had their memories or personalities tampered with. However, once you learn and watch particular scenes, they will come back to you. For example, after we have watched this, the elder Lucius and Sirius will remember this event. As well as compulsions and potions falling off.”
Malfoy nodded. “And it will show the castor and culprit of our changed memories?”
“In time.” Lady Magic told them. Malfoy turned back to the screen, a strange look in his eyes.
“My dear beloved,
I hope this letter reaches you well. Mother has not yet found our letters and I find myself dreading the moment she does. I cannot bare to be apart from you, I cannot stomach the thought of being with another, touching another and sharing the love we share with them instead like mother so desperately desires me to do so. Father is happy for us, but I fear that will soon change; my mother is becoming unstable, unsatisfied with my continuance avoidance. She wishes for an heir and soon.
She’s been talking about a union between your cousin, Narcissa and I. I would rather—what is it you say, my treasure, ‘cut off my own balls’ than be married to her.”
Sirius giggles a little, pulling his knees up to his chest, perching them on the end of the chair. His smile transforms his face as he tucks a lock of black hair behind his ear, cheeks glowing pink.
“I wish I could see you, my dearly beloved. Your smile never seems to dampen my spirits. I think I could get lost in your eyes, they sparkle more than any jewel in the Malfoy vault, no matter how expensive and big. How I wish I could see you and kiss you and make you laugh.
I promise you, my love, I shall find a way out of my mother’s wrath, and we shall be able to tell the world. I’ll tell the whole universe that my heart belongs to you, my puppy.
Love, Lucius.”
“What the fuck?” Rodolphus Lestrange whispers.
Tina Goldstein smiled from where she was seated at the table from 1927. “It was actually rather sweet.”
“Yeah, it was, wasn’t it?” Black turned to look at Malfoy, smirking a little. “Always knew you fancied me, Lucy.” Draco made a slight gagging noise as his father blinked, stunned for a moment before returning the smirk full force.
“I recall you being very interested as well. After all,” here he leaned closer, breath wafting against Sirius’s lips, “a Malfoy always gets what he wants.” Black pulled back, jaw practically on the floor as Lupin giggled at his friends stunned face. Malfoy grinned, turning back to face the screen, ignoring the wide eyes on his person.
Sirius failed to notice the woman marching into the room, eyes immediately focusing on where he was seated and the hidden compartment he’d charmed in his desk to hide Lucius’s love letters. Walburga gritted her teeth and flicked her wand, the lid falling closed and right onto Sirius’s hand the was still entrapped within it. Sirius screamed a little, dropping Lucius’s letter as he clasps the lid, shoving it desperately open. It took three tries and his hand is bruised and bloody when he finally extracts it, some of his fingers clearly broken.
“What do you think you’re doing, boy?” Walburga bursts out, flicking her wand and summoning Lucius’s letter.
“No!” Sirius threw himself forward, crying out in pain when Walburga just muttered the crucio curse, flicking her wand and putting up a silencing ward, slamming the door shut and locking it just in time as Sirius’s screams began to echo around the room.
“She crucio’d you!” Theseus stood, eyes wild and manic. “You can’t be a day over sixteen!”
“Fifteen.” Black smiled a little, sadly, and forlornly at the Head of the British Auror office in the year 1927. “She did it many of times. This was to last time though.”
“What does that mean?” Regulus whispers from where he’s seated at the 1975 table. Black sighs before getting up and heading over to Regulus, tugging him up and into a tight hug.
“I’m sorry, little lion.” Regulus whimpered, shaking his head, knowing what that meant.
“You p-promised. You said you’d never fucking leave—you promised!” Regulus shouted, pulling back, and shoving Black back, turning, and rushing back to his seat, ignoring Black in his entirety. Black stood for a long moment, eyes lost before Harry got to his feet and gently lead Black back to his seat. Then screen resumed playing but Black’s eyes were focused on his little brother.
Walburga snarled when she came to the end of the letter, sending a multitude of cutting curses and hexes to Sirius that had him screaming louder with pain. “You will not sabotage dear Narcissa’s life with your whorish tendencies! You’re no Black if you deem yourself to get on your knees for a man, specially someone promised to someone else. You will marry a pureblood witch and produce a suitable heir!”
Sirius sobs when the pain becomes blinding, looking through blurry eyes up at Walburga when she suddenly incendo’s the letter before pointing her wand at the desk.
“Fiendrye.” The flames screech and squeal as they envelop the desk.
“NO!” Sirius screams, crying harder. If Walburga had cast an Incendio, there was a chance he could’ve saved the letters from Lucius but now it was completely impossible to ever be able to read them. He was hoping that one day he could put them in a book—those that weren’t too inappropriate, but many weren’t seeing as Lucius wasn’t that crass of a lover over letters and surprisingly, neither was Sirius, though sometimes they liked to joke when they’d missed each other as to not go crazy over not being able to see each other for so long—and show them to his children and grandchildren so they could read if they wished, wanting to know how much their parents and grandparents had loved each other.
“Dirty whore!” Walburga snarled, cancelling the spell, hair in slight disarray and sweat dripping from her forehead and upper lip, sliding down her pale neck. She kicked him, heel catching his cheek, ripping the skin there. Blood dripped down his face.
“Obliviate.”
Walburga left the room, not bothering to lock it as she was slightly forgetful, too tired but not willing to show it after the use of Fiendrye. Sirius blinked, having forgotten about Lucius and his involvement.
“Must’ve had another fight with mother,” Sirius stood shakily, sneering a little, “I’m done! I don’t ever wanna’ see her fucking face again—I’ll show her Black heir.” Sirius scoffs, reaching for his wand he’d left on his bed, he summoned all his Hogwarts clothes and some important stuff he needed before limping out of the room and down to the Floo, sparing one last confused glance at the blackened, charred remainder of the desk.
He grabs some of the Floo power, throwing it into the fire. “Potter Manor.”
Then he steps into the flames, welcoming the feeling of flying and being free after so long of being chained.
“Poor baby.” Queenie whispers again, blinking damply, tears wet on her cheeks at the raw emotion Sirius had screamed and cried when Walburga had destroyed the letters of Lucius. The rest of the room is silent for a long moment as they process before Harry slams a hand down on the table in front of him, lurching to his feet.
“I’ll kill her!”
Black smirks a little sadly, but there’s amusement still dancing in his eyes. “She’s already dead, pup.”
“Then I’ll fucking kill her again!” Harry snarls.
“Language, Hadrian. Sit down.” Snape says, seeing Harry fit ready to burst when Black does nothing but shrug. By his side, Lupin and Malfoy are practically rumbling with rage at what happened to their best friend/previous lover. When Harry just continues glaring at a random spot behind Black, Snape clears his throat. “Now.” Harry pouts, sitting himself back down and burying his face in Snape’s shoulder, causing the elder to sigh, brushing his hair back, humming softly.
“Look!” Sirius from the 1975 table says, hasty to get the attention off himself, still a little pale from watching his future self be tortured for his mother and have everyone know about it. Orion is practically seething at the mouth, making a note to divorce Walburga, and put her on trial for abuse. He wants her in Azkaban for daring to hurt his sons and heirs as well as sabotaging the clearly fond affections Lucius and Sirius clearly shared.
Speaking of the two, they’re avoiding eye contact from where they’re seated on the 1975 table. Lucius’s cheeks are pink, and Sirius’s ears are red, causing quite a contrast.
1973, August 3rd:
“Our third year.” Black grins. It was when they’d decided to become Animagus’s to help Remus better transform and not go through so much pain as his pack was right beside him. “A good year.”
“We were only twelve. Merlin, that seems like worlds ago.” Lupin mutters, also remembering the time where the marauders had suddenly proposed the idea of them becoming Animagus’s on him. He’d avoided them for two weeks after, feeling guilty and ashamed of his status as a werewolf for reasons he couldn’t even remember. It’d been James that’d pulled him out of his spunk, he remembered that clearly, as well as Sirius having bought him chocolate to cheer him up and be a slight bribe to let them help on the Full Moon. He’d agreed when he tasted the chocolates and had found them to be the expensive ones from Brazil that Sirius only ever got him at Christmas and his birthdays.
Sirius was such a Slytherin underneath his Gryffindor mask.
Most of the marauders were.
“Was, wasn’t it?” Snape mused, wincing when he sees the familiar scene of the park. He remembered this day. He’d gotten beaten up by his muggle father and had to run off to the park whilst his mother intervened after already having been hit herself before. The screaming match had caused his ears to ring. Then he’d found Lily arguing with Petunia, but that memory was a bit hazy, but it had been over twenty five years ago, so he wasn’t too alarmed.
“Boy, come here right fucking now!” Tobias Snape snarls up the stairs, swaying a little.
“Who the fuck is that?” Rodolphus speaks, tone filled with disgust. The man clearly had a pot belly and was sweating obscenely.
“That,” Snape speaks up, causing eyes to turn his way, “is my father. Tobias.” Severus flinched back and looked down at the table when eyes turned his way.
“He sounds a bit like Uncle Vernon.” Harry murmurs. Snape nods, placing an arm around Harry and tugging him closer, pressing a kiss to his hair. The scene shifted to Severus in the bathroom.
When Severus heard the shout, he dropped what he was holding.
“Sevy, baby …” Eileen whispers, eyes wide with fear. Severus bit his lip before cleaning away the blood that was still dripping down his mother’s face. She grasped his hand when he made to pull back and leave. “You can’t. You’ll—he’ll—”
“You need to rest. He’s already hit you once. Stay here.” Severus murmurs gently. Eileen blinks rapidly, tears building in her eyes.
“My knight.” Eileen pulls him into a tight hug. “Be careful. Try not to anger him, okay? He—”
“ARE YOU FUCKING DEAF, BOY? I SAID GET HERE NOW!”
Severus smiles softly at his mother. “Time’s up, ma. I’ll be back to stitch up your hand. Don’t even hide it,” he said reproachingly when Eileen made to conceal the wound, grinning sheepishly, “I can help. Now, I’m going to go down there, okay?”
“Please …” Eileen whispers but Severus is already out of the door and down the stairs. Eileen presses the uninjured hand to her mouth to conceal her sobs. “Lady Magic, if you’re listening, don’t let him kill my son.”
Severus inhales sharply, eyes snapping to his mother. The rest of the table is abruptly silent, having no idea Severus was dealing with this at home. His attitude was always vastly different at Hogwarts.
Severus sees his father at the bottom of the stairs and slows down a little.
“Yes, father?”
“Come here, you little twat!” Tobias grasped Severus by the collar and dragged him over to the kitchen where there was a broken bottle on the floor, glass, and whiskey. There was some blood in the liquid. Severus’s lips go pursed. Tobias shoves him and he falls right into the mess, glass cutting into his knees and hands. Eyes widening at the pain, Severus grits his teeth. “Clean it up!”
“Yes, father.” Severus murmurs, glancing up only when Tobias leaves the room. Severus leans back, ripping the glass from his knees and squeezing his eyes shut to conceal his tears. He breathes in deep before standing, removing the glass from his hands before going to get the dustpan and sweeping up the mess. He leaves a bloody mark on the dustpan.
“Boy, faster!” He turns just as his father swings down the bottle he’d been holding. It breaks across his face, glass sticking in his cheek. Gasping in surprise and pain, he flinches back. “Blast! Boy, clean it up as well—where is your mother? Bitch!”
“I’ll do it.” Severus speaks. Tobias turns to stare at him, swaying a little.
“What did you just say, boy?”
“I said I’ll do it.” Severus says.
“Definitely a Gryffindor move.” Leta Lestrange notes from the 1927 table.
“I thought he was a Slytherin?” Tina asks, looking confused. Severus looks up, obsidian eyes flashing.
“Not when it concerns my mother.” Many people on the 1975 table inhaled sharply at the determined look in his eyes before turning back to the screen.
A slap causes Severus to crash into the wall.
“You’d take her punishment, boy?”
“Yes, father.” Severus stands, straightening his shoulders. Blood drips from a split lip caused by Tobias’s ring. He only wears it to keep up pretences in the neighbourhood. Not many knew he was abusive, but many knew he was a drunk.
The punishment is long and tedious. By the time it ends, he’s on the floor and his ribs are most definitely broken. His left eye is almost swollen shut and his lips bleeding even more heavily. His shoulder is dislocated, and wrist broken. Bruises will surely litter his body the next day after he woke up. He probably has a concussion as well as he feels slightly dizzy and woozy.
Tobias certainly hadn’t held back this time.
Harry hides his face in Snape’s shoulder, not able to look. Snape soothes him, ignoring the wide eyes when his humming becomes slightly louder when Harry’s panic seems to not note the noise. Harry relaxes after a while, turning back to the screen when Snape says it’s okay to look.
“Scram, boy, before I finally get rid of you for good!” Tobias snarls. Severus gets to his feet slowly, limping out the room and up the stairs to his mother. She’s crying when he gets there.
“Sevy, oh, baby, you—”
Severus laughs softly, kissing his mother’s cheek. “Ma, I’m fine. Father hits like a little girl.” Eileen chokes on a giggle. “Can you relocate my shoulder for me, ma?” Eileen reaches for it and puts it back into place, punching a gasp out of Severus’s mouth.
“Injuries?”
“Few broken ribs, maybe three, none of them are piercing any internal organs so that’s good. My right wrist it broken, but its fine. I’m left handed anyway. Bruises, some cuts from glass.” Eileen frowns, grabbing some tweezers from the first aid kit underneath the sink, pulling out the small pieces of glass still stuck in his skin.
“Go to the park. I’ll deal with your father. Come back in an hour. He’ll be out cold then.”
Severus nods, kissing his mother on her cheek once more. “Ti voglio bene, mama.”
“Ti amo di più, mio piccolo severo.” Eileen smiles, watching him go. The tears filling her lash line drip over the edge. “May Magic protect you, my son, my sweet little baby boy.”
“Professor Snape, I didn’t know you spoke Italian!” Blaise eyes the man, knowing that he’s cursed many people in Italian over the years, most of the time with the Professor in earshot.
“Well, my mother was an Italian pureblood, Heir Zabini, of course I know my mother tongue.” Snape’s lips quirk into a smirk at the paling Italian pureblood. “Hai una bocca sporca. Tua madre ti ha insegnato bene.” Blaise gaped, causing Snape to burst into soft, smooth laughter. Harry finds himself giggling as well.
1999, October 25th:
“Come on, we’ve got to go!” A clearly older Draco shouts into the house, flicking his wand frantically. Books, clothes, and everything that can possibly fit into the bag goes in, Draco muttering hastily to himself. “Before they get here.”
Harry practically skips into the room. There’s a noticeable bump on his stomach, starting to curve outwards. Theodore Nott follows after him, sighing exasperatedly. “Theo, you go through the floo with Harry. He’s terrible and will probably end up falling over.”
“I’m pregnant, not invalid. And getting knocked up by you two doesn’t mean my hearings gone, boys.” Harry scolds, smacking them on the chest lightly.
“Oh my fucking god.” Blaise whispers, pointing at his two best friends before turning to gape at the Potter heir, who’s eyes have gone wide, cheeks pink. He’s steadfastly ignoring the others eyes.
Draco smirks widely. “Of course not, dear.” Harry sends three jinxes towards Draco that make him yelp, jumping up and down. Harry pockets his wand in the holster on his forearm, beaming up at Theo as he extends an arm. Giggling cutely, Harry links their arms together. “Uncle Sev’s taught you jinxes and curses, hasn’t he?”
“Papa’s done nothing of the sort!” Harry injects, inclining his chin in a particular Severus way. Theo smothers a laugh into his hand. “Besides, papa didn’t know those curses and jinxes until dad got pregnant with me and papa ended up pissing him off. Though apparently, after storming back into their room and making papa sleep on the couch, dad ended up dragging papa back into bed, sobbing and apologising two hours later.” Harry giggles lightly at the shocked faces.
“You’re telling me James Potter knew jinxes like those that not even Severus knows?” Harry nods proudly.
“No fucking way.” Someone at the 1975 table whispers.
“James—James you hook up with Snape? What the hell? Did you just—what about Evans?” Sirius demands, looking slightly scared and fearful as James’s eyes widened. “W-Wait—wait, you got pregnant. You. Snape knocked you up, mate!” Sirius shrieks, leaning back and falling off the bench. James gasps before throwing his arms on the table and dropping his head down onto them, giving a low, muffled scream.
“Wait, I’m a father … shit, I’m too young to be a dad—I’m too fucking young!” James pops up, staring fearfully at his mother and father. “You’re both too young to be grandparents. I can’t be a dad, I can’t get pregnant, my hard earned Quidditch muscles …” James moans, slumping again. Remus snickers.
“Tough luck, mate. Looks like you’re losing those refined abs.” Remus patted his shoulder before turning to Lady Magic. “Is there any chance I can get some water?”
“Of course, Mr Lupin.” Lady Magic made an intricate movement with her hands before cups and goblets, fitting each individual persons preference appeared in front of them. “Just think of what you want, and you’ll get it. The same goes for the food when you ask for plates or bowls.” Remus thanks her softly, focusing before smiling when water with ice appears in his mug. “And there’s no need to worry about cleaning the cup or goblet. If you end up asking for something other than what you previously had, it’ll automatically clean. So, no bacteria or mixing of the drinks.”
Remus hums. After he’s finished his water, he focuses once more before a steaming mug of tea lays in front of him. Sirius, now having gotten up from the floor, eyes his mug with an exasperated look. “That’s our Moony. Always having tea. Merlin and Morgana, you’re such an old man.”
“And you’re a child, Pads. Are we supposed to be telling each other our behaviours? Cause let me tell you, you have some questionable ones.”
“Remus.” Sirius hisses, blushing, chancing a glance in his father’s direction then Lucius’s, blush darkening and spreading further down his flesh when the man’s interested eyes are already focused on him.
“Dad was one of the best duellers Hogwarts had ever seen.” Harry says, shaking his head a little. “It was why he was made Head Auror so young, at nineteen. I mean, obviously, he had to step down after like … four months because he got pregnant, and Rufus Scrimgeour was given the position before he became Minister for Magic in 1996 …? Before his death in 1997.” Harry informs them.
“Bloody hell. Head Auror at nineteen. Your father was fucking amazing, baby.” Theo comments, slinging an arm around Harry’s shoulders, tugging him closer to press a kiss to his temple. Harry almost purrs.
“Yep!” Harry pats Theo on the butt before approaching the floo. “Now hurry! I wanna’ see papa before he leaves for the awards evening. Order of Merlin first class. Oh, and papa’s finally getting recognition for all of the spells and potions he created when he was younger, before both Voldemort—”
“He said his name.” Euphemia Potter whispers, fearful eyes shooting towards her grandson.
“Voldemort can go fuck himself.” Harry snaps back, glaring a little. Snape rumbles with disapproval, grabbing Harry’s ear between his thumb and index finger, tugging it sharply as to a warning. Harry winces, pouting.
“Apologise.”
“But papa—”
“Now, young man.” Snape narrows his eyes until they’re slits, his son doing the same thing right back at him. Harry sighs long sufferingly, turning back towards the stunned adults and children of 1975. Harry plasters a fake smile on, widening his eyes so he looks cute and innocent. “Preferably without the theatrics. For a Gryffindor, you’re surprisingly Slytherin inside.” Snape comments, filled with amusement. Not that he shows it.
“Hat wanted me in Slytherin. Guess I take after you in that regard, papa.” Harry comments, focusing on Euphemia for real. “Sorry for being rude, grandmother. The whole not saying his name thing gets a bit frustrating and annoying. It’s just a name and there isn’t a track and trace on it that allows snatchers to quite literally snatch you, so … yeah.” Harry shrugs, turning back to face the screen and smirking when Snape sighs once more.
“—and Dumbledore.”
“Senile old codger.” Draco grumbles, placing a hand to Harry’s stomach, humming gently. “I still can’t believe he and Granger kidnapped you to try and kill our babies.”
“Babies?” Harry gasps, face lighting up. “Oh, I’ve always wanted to have twins. Or triplets. Probably a pain in the ass to carry but it’ll be worth it to hold by babies.” Harry face goes distant for a long moment. Snape reaches for him gently and brushes his hair back soothingly.
Meanwhile, Ron inhales sharply. “Hermione? No, she wouldn’t.”
“You think Dumbledore would?” Blaise asks, looking towards the tall, freckled red-head. Ron avoids everyone’s eyes and gives a dainty shrug.
“I mean, yeah, Harry’s his poster child. Can’t be seen with someone that’s dark, never mind having a baby and bonded with them. Besides, Dumbledore even tried getting bonding banned in Britain, trying to label it as dark even though it’s an ancient, beautiful process between two or more people. Most were firmly against it. If Dumbledore thinks that’s dark, then Harry carrying a future Nott-Malfoy-Potter, never mind two then yeah, I think Dumbledore would try and abort them. Bad news on Harry is bad news on Dumbledore since he’s supposed to be his ‘mentor’.” Ron does a mocking gesture for that, rolling his eyes.
“Hmm, I think we underestimated you, Weasley.” Flint said, piping up from where he was beside Viktor Krum.
“Yeah, well, not everyone is the way they look.” Ron says mirthlessly, eyebrow arching. Flint nodded sombrely back. As much as he hated it, Weasley was right. And they were all about to find out the looks really don’t mean anything to someone’s inner person, that sometimes the people they trusted to most were the ones that’d stabbed them in the back the most.
They were all going to get a huge wake up call. For themselves and for others.