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Teddy woke to a pounding headache. He had gotten drunker than a Hippogriff in a brewery the previous night and could barely remember what’d happened.

Drinking a Hangover Curative Potion, he set to work thinking. Teddy knew he had written something… But what? He’d sent parchment flying away, tied to the leg of his owl, Medusa.

Yawning, Teddy made his way to her perch. There was a reply awaiting his attention.

“Teds,” he read aloud, “Merlin, but I’m happy to know that my feelings are returned! I’ve loved you as long as I’ve known you. We’ll talk tomorrow! Jamie xxxx”

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Scorpius hung back as Albus strode into Grimmuld Place.

Inside was a cacophony of shouted greetings, ginger-hued relations and magic. Everybody that meant anything to his boyfriend was waiting. His Quidditch-star Mum. Saviour Dad. His brother. His sister.

Scorpius felt all of them examining him.

Where they judging his blond hair? His pointy chin? His surname?

He mustered his best smile and held out his hand.

“I’m enchanted to meet you, Mrs. Potter,” Scorpius said, his nerves making his voice trembly and soft.

Ginny Potter pulled him into a hug instead. “And so are we,” she replied, her expression bright.

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“Rose said no,” Scorpius muttered, walking glumly into the Slytherin dormitory. “Said that she’d planned to go down to Hogsmeade with a bunch of mates.”

Albus looked over at his best-friend. This was the fifth time that term that Rose had rejected him.

He sighed, stood up and led Scorpius over to the settee. The blond wizard didn’t waste any time. He was soon wrapping himself around Albus and burying his head into his shoulder.

Albus felt his heart skip a beat at the touch.

“Least I can go with you,” Scorpius said after a minute. “We always have fun.”

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Best-friends, in Scorpius’s experience, were something other people had.

He’d read about them in books in the Manor Library. Boys that shared a picnic and shared an adventure. They climbed trees, made fires and saved the day.

Scorpius thought he’d enjoy all of that, just as long as he could be home in time for dinner.

It didn’t help that Scorpius was painfully shy. He didn’t often meet new people. Daddy didn’t like visitors and Mummy was so often poorly.

Each night, Scorpius wished upon his star that he’d meet his best-friend at Hogwarts.

They’d be all that he needed

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“Freddie, what are you doing?” my father yells from the sales floor. I’m supposed to be closing up the joke shop - but he left his workshop door unlocked, so instead I’m trying to find something fun amongst all his prototypes. It feels like forever since James and I have pulled any pranks, and Dad’s inventions never fail to inspire us.

“Be right there,” I yell back, hoping he won’t come looking for me. My father has a system for organizing things that’s not like anything I’ve ever seen before, by which I mean the workshop is a total disaster of clutter but he seems to know where things are. I decide to just dive in and head over to the nearest line of shelves. I almost skip them when I see my name written on one. The boxes on the bottom are covered in dust, causing me to sneeze as I kneel amongst them to get a closer look, and indeed my name is on one of them – Fred Weasley.

“Freddie,” my dad’s voice sounds from the doorway. “You know not to go snooping in here. It’s dangerous.”

I curse under my breath, but put on an innocent expression as I stand up. “I was just having a look around. You never let me in here. It’s like you don’t want me to learn the family business!”

“Once you are older. You haven’t even graduated Hogwarts yet. Give it time, son.”

“But why? You were my age when you started this place. And you didn’t even graduate so why do I have to?” I’m being difficult, I know it, but no one else gets how frustrating it is to be the son of George Weasley. Everyone talks about how fun my dad was as a kid, the man owns the biggest joke shop in Wizarding Britain for Merlin’s sake, but I’ve never known that side of him. When it comes to me, he’s always been overly cautious, controlling even.  

“Times are different now. You can afford to graduate, and you will.” He’s approaching the corner of the workshop I’m in, no doubt to drag me out and side-Along us home. I take another glance at the box with my name on it. If I’m going to be punished for sneaking in here, I want to at least see what’s inside. As fast as I can, I drop back amongst the boxes and yank open the box. It sends up a cloud of dust which makes my eyes water. Someone really needs to go over this area with a dusting charm or something. I blink rapidly hoping to clear my vision, but it’s not working. I turn back towards the room, but I can’t see at all now. Panic starts to set in.

“Dad, I can’t see. Help, I can’t see!”

He’s reached me now. I know that only because he places a hand on my shoulder. “I warned you not to go messing around in here.”

“The box had my name on it! What’s going on? Why can’t I see?”

I hear him chuckle. Sure, he finds his sense of humor now, when I actually need him. “It’s just an anti-snooping enchantment. Almost everything in here has one or several enchantments to keep out curious eyes.” He intones a spell I’ve never heard before and suddenly my vision is back. I look up at him, expecting him to be gloating over my predicament. Instead, he’s looking past me. As I follow his gaze, I see the box I’d opened in haste, my box, but inside are just piles of parchment.

“What is all that?” I ask, hesitant to break the silence but needing answers.

“Those are old notes.” His voice is somber. It only gets like this when he talks about Uncle Fred, and it hits me that this box wasn’t about me at all.

I stand and give him a hug before ushering us both out. He goes without any fight. I make a mental note to sneak back in early in the morning to put away the box. The workshop has lost its thrill right now.

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altober Day 18: Enchantments - WeakRevolution’s take. I love seeing dad!George and getting a Freddie ficlet.

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One of my favourite rare pairs! This was as cute and as lovely as possible

James adjusted the glamour for the fifteenth time as he looked in the mirror. He didn’t recognize himself, but that was the point. Going incognito was the goal of the night. Stealth mode. He’d channel James Bond. 

He didn’t want anyone to recognize him.

He didn’t work for the Ministry. He wasn’t supposed to attend their Christmas Ball. And he definitely wasn’t supposed to attend for the reasons he was.

He swallowed down his guilt. Scorpius wouldn’t recognize him. He never did. It would be fine.

Shoving his wand into his emerald green robes, he checked his glamour one more time before Apparating.

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Scorpius fought the urge to hit his head against the wall.

He hated these Ministry things. Al told him not to come, but his father would know and there would be words and that was more difficult to deal with than simply going. Taking a sip of his drink, Scorpius hung his head. Thinking about Al wouldn’t do either. His best friend who harbored a massive crush on him - who Scorpius felt he should like in equal measure, but it wasn’t the same. 

Al was his best friend but he didn’t want to bugger him. He wanted someone else…

Someone he shouldn’t want.

He sighed, looking down, finishing off his drink, heading right for the bar and hoping he didn’t run into his boss or his father along the way. 

“Another round,” he said, passing over his glass.

“Allow me.” 

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James threw a Galleon onto the bar and grabbed two drinks. 

“Anytime,” Scorpius smiled up at him with bright eyes, “I didn’t know you were coming tonight, Peter.”

“And miss the chance to see you?” James said smoothly, as he smiled back. He knew it was deceptive, but better Scorpius know him as Peter Pettingzoo, the Unspeakable, than James, the wannabe Quidditch player and brother of his best friend. He’d been doing this for too long, too many one-off events, to come clean now. He was tempted to check his glamour but he knew it was probably fine.

“You flatterer,” Scorpius flirted back. “You didn’t come here just for me.”

“True.” False. “But seeing you makes my night that much better.” True. Somehow anytime he got to see Scorpius his heart pounded excitedly.

Scorpius giggled and James practically melted into a puddle. He tried to collect himself - he couldn’t let his enchantment fail. 

Scorpius couldn’t know who he really was.

“What do you say we shuck the drinks and get out of here?” 

“What did you have in mind?” James asked slowly. Leaving wasn’t part of the plan. He couldn’t run the risk of someone somehow recognizing him. Usually he’d make up some Unspeakable excuse for why he needed to stay, but Scorpius had only just run into him. And he didn’t want to run away just yet.

“My best friend owns a coffee shop in Diagon Alley,” Scorpius offered. “Feel like a cuppa?”

James felt the blood drain from his face. He felt his glamour fray. 

“You okay?” Scorpius asked. “You looked pale there for a second.”

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“Yes, yes,” Peter said, collecting himself, but Scorpius had seen something. For a minute his hair color had changed, and his face had paled. But it was only for a split second. Maybe he’d imagined it. The hair color had been the perfect shade of brown, and the pale tone matched perfectly with… Hope flooded his veins, but rationally he fought it back down. He was just seeing what he wanted to see, he told himself.

“You sure?” he asked, stepping closer. 

“Yeah,” Peter replied, though his voice didn’t sound all that smooth. “Maybe pass on the coffee though. I did just get here.”

“Hm,” Scorpius said, looking at the dance floor, wondering. “How about a dance then?”

Peter smiled and led him to the dance floor - drinks forgotten. He wrapped his arm tightly around Scorpius’ middle and danced, better than Scorpius expected him too. He led in a way that Scorpius could follow easily - even with all the dance training he’d had as a kid in how to lead, their feet didn’t trip over each other. It was as easy as breathing.

When the song ended Scorpius leaned up and pressed his lips softly to Peter’s.

Magic swirled and the enchantment broke. 

“James?” Scorpius breathed. The glamour was back up as swiftly as it fell. Peter’s face kissed him again, but Scorpius leaned in, knowing who he was really kissing this time. 

They would have a long talk later. But right now, Scorpius found himself enchanted under the ballroom lights.

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My take for altober Day 18: Enchantments. I surprised myself with this lil story but it was really fun to put together!

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The nameless man collapses onto James’s back, trapping James against the bed and forcing him to listen to the man’s heavy breathing as they both catch their breath. “Fuck, that was good,” his latest fuck says as he plants a final kiss against James’s hickey-strewn neck. The action makes James’s skin crawl.

James doesn’t respond, just lies there waiting for the man to get bored and leave. Thankfully he doesn’t have to wait long before the weight on his back lifts, but he can’t help the sound that escapes him when the man pulls out. Grabbing his wand, he attempts to spell himself clean, but nothing happens. It’s definitely his: 11”, Mahogany, Unicorn hair. “Lumos,” he mutters quietly.

“Yes?” the man calls from across the room.

James is forced to look up at the man he’s just slept with. So much for sneaking out. “What?”

“I thought you called my name. Did you say ‘Lucas?’”

Damnit, James thinks, now he knows his name. “Umm, I think you should leave. My roommate is probably going to be home soon,” James says awkwardly. It’s clearly a lie, but thankfully Lucas doesn’t call him out on it. He just throws on his clothes and with a wave Disapparates out of James’s room. James throws on a robe and goes in search of Hugo.

Hugo’s bedroom door is shut. James knocks, then waits. Knocks again, waits again. After his third round of knocks goes unanswered, he barges in. Hugo is sat at his desk, no doubt planning his latest invention. As James crosses the threshold, Hugo jumps out of his chair.

“Bloody hell, James! You scared the piss out of me.”

“I knocked. A lot.”

Hugo, always one for dramatics, heaves in a few breaths before responding, “Silencing charm. You tend to get kind of”—he pulls a face, clearly not comfortable with their current discussion—“loud.”

James flushes with embarrassment. He hasn’t really considered how things would be for his roommate. “Sorry about that. I’ll, um, work on it.” Hugo nods in response. “I need some help though.”

“Sorry, but I’m not looking to join in with you two.”

“Merlin, Hugo!” James says before hunching over to have a good laugh. “That was not at all what I meant. Something is up with my wand and I was hoping you could help me.” Hugo’s eyes light up at the opportunity to talk magical theory. “Before that though, could you do me a big favor? Since my wand isn’t working, I wasn’t able to clean up after and…”

“Say no more. And I mean it, definitely don’t say any more.” Hugo grabs his wand off the desk and effortlessly spells James clean. James thanks him then recounts the details surrounding his wand not working, and only those details.

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“The wand chooses the wizard…” Hermione begins, reading directly from an ancient-looking book on wandlore that she just had lying around, “…but, on rare occasions, a wand may decide that it’s wielder no longer possesses the qualities he or she was first chosen for. When this happens, the wand will go inert and no longer react to its owner. This is known as ‘Wand Rejection.’ Sufferers of wand rejection often find it easier to simply acquire a new wand rather than attempt to correct that which resulted in the rejection….” She carries on reading, but James isn’t listening.

His wand rejected him. How could that be? It was his most prized possession, even above his broom. When Ollivander had said it matched the one he’d given to his grandfather, the first James Potter, his dad had never been prouder. He couldn’t just show up at Sunday dinner with a different wand—

“James, are you still listening?”

“Huh? I’m sorry, Aunt Hermione, it’s just a lot to take in.”

“I know. When Hugo mentioned it to me, I knew what was going on. I’ve booked you an appointment at Ollivanders so that you can try out some new wands—“

“I really appreciate it, but I’m actually going to try and keep mine.”

“Do you know what the reason for the rejection could be?” she asks, already re-reading a passage from the book to herself—it’s so obvious where Hugo gets his endless curiosity from.

“I might have an idea,” he admits. Although if it’s what he thinks it is, this is not going to be easy.

“Well, I’m here if you ever need anything.”

“Thanks. I will.” He gets up to leave. “And please, if you could not mention this to my dad. At least not right away.”

“Of course.”

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James looks down at the stack of parchment he’s retrieved from the chest under his bed. He glances at the letter on top of the stack:

James,

I miss you. I know I start most of my letters with that, but that’s because it’s the truth. I know now that maybe I was dreaming a bit too much. That life doesn’t always give you what you want. It’s not easy to accept but I’m trying.

Teddy

The letter is dated more than a year ago, and it’s the last one Teddy sent. He doesn’t have to read any of the other ones in the pile to know they all sound the same. Confusion, hurt, sadness… He did that.

No one but he and Teddy knows what happened that summer after Victoire dumped Teddy. How James had swooped in to comfort Teddy, but then had gotten scared when things became too real. ‘I love you.’ Completely out of the blue, Teddy had said that to him one day. And like a coward, James had run from the best thing he ever could have had.

Ink drips from his quill onto the parchment, but James doesn’t know where to begin. He’s committed to doing this though. He glances to his wand resting on the desk, but the sight of it makes his stomach uneasy. It’s no longer about his wand. It’s about the qualities it saw in him. The qualities the Sorting Hat saw in him. The qualities he wants to see in himself again.

Teddy,

I’m sorry…

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Dear Mr. Potter,

We regret to inform you that we have reviewed your application as we will be moving forward with other candidates. While your skills and abilities fit our—

James incinerated the parchment.

“Woah, baby!” Teddy said, wrapping his arms around him from behind. “What’s wrong?”

“Just another rejection letter,” James informed him, his insides clenching up tight, his eyes stinging.

“Oh, love, I’m sorry,” Teddy said, placing a kiss on his neck and tightening his hold. “But it’s just not the right fit. The perfect offer will come along and you’ll know the reason the others weren’t working out.”

“Yeah,” James conceded, “it just sucks right now.”

“I know,” Teddy agreed. “I still love you.”

“I love you, too.”

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My take on altober Day 19: Rejection - I’ve been where James is, and it does hurt. ❤️

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“You’re a wizard,” James Sirius sneered. “Riding a broomstick is part of the deal, alongside the cauldron, the wand and the pointy-bloody-hat.”

Albus felt his cheeks flame. He hated that Dad had sent James into the garden to practice flying with him. It was scarcely fair. He’d planned to Floo over to visit Scorpius today but now he had to stay here, listening to Jamie’s barbs. He looked at his Nimbus and focused all his magic.

“Up,” he demanded, urging the blasted thing to fly into his hand. Nothing happened.

Merlin, but Albus loathed being the Slytherin Squib.

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Scorpius materialises, exactly as planned, in the alleyway between the Menagerie and Ollivanders. He slips the shiny, scratched Time Turner into his pocket. It is last of its kind, due to be destroyed that very day.

He pulls up the hood on his robes, stepping out into a dull Autumn morning in 1999.

Today was is day his Mum and Dad will meet.

Scorpius watches, concealed, as Astoria walks out of the bookshop. Draco, too intent on eating an apple, falls over her.

Books spill over the cobbles.

Scorpius smiles. They will love each other from that very first moment.

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Cunning Snake

Bedtime, Fall, 2011 - 

“Okay, Scorpius. Which book tonight?” Draco asked, glancing over at the book corner in his young son’s room.

“Hmmm,” Scoprius pretended to think before he reached for his favorite. “THIS ONE!” He said, holding up the cover with a wide toothy grin.

“But, that’s the third time this week,” Draco protested. And it was only Tuesday.

“But da-da it’s my favorite!” Scorpius peered up with huge eyes. “It has the brave lion, and the smart eagle, and the loyal badger, and the cunning sssssssssss-”

“Snake. I know,” Draco said, giving in to the cuteness of Scorpius’ grin as he took the book gently from his grip. He snuggled up against the pillows of Scorpius’ bed and invited him to join in beside him so he could see all the pictures. Scorpius eagerly jumped in to snuggle down beside him and Draco did his best not to sigh, instead cracking open the cover and started to read. “Once upon a time there were four founders…”

Bedtime, Fall, 2017 - 

Cunning Snake, Scorpius thought as he threw himself down on his new bed. He glanced up at the green and silver that marked his bed curtains and sighed. His father was proud at least.

But one week in and there was no denying that Scorpius wasn’t cut out for this whole ‘cunning’ bit. If his favorite childhood bedtime story had taught him anything it was that Slytherin’s were quick-witted and self-reliant - and Scorpius was anything but those things. His own mother nicknamed him ‘Sunshine!’

Not exactly cut out for the Slytherin dungeons.

He wondered for the tenth time if the hat had sorted him wrong, but the book said the hat made no mistakes. And though it was just a children’s book, Scorpius was somehow inclined to believe it. Secretly he felt like he didn’t know how he would ever fit in and the thought terrified him. 

He rolled off the bed and grabbed his History of Magic book to distract himself. If he was lucky enough, he’d fall asleep reading.

Bedtime, Fall, 2023 - 

Al pushed Scorpius back down on the bed with a searing kiss. “Merlin, I missed you,” he moaned into Scorpius’ open mouth, “Summers just rubbish without you around.”

“Mmm,” Scorpius said, leaning up into the kiss. He grabbed onto Al with abandon, thankful for silencing charms, and he wrapped his legs around his waist. They were still clothed, but the soft PJs were thin enough to imagine them skin to skin, and the feel of Al’s lips, so missed over their months apart, was like coming home.

They didn’t speak for a while.

When they finally came up for air, Al leaned against the headboard of Scorpius’ bed, looking thoroughly sexy and gloriously shagged, as his messy hair framed his bright green eyes. Scorpius couldn’t help but blush as his boyfriend opened his arms to him and wrapped him up in a warm cuddle that Scorpius felt down to his bones.

“Accio Hogwarts Herald,” Al called, and to both of their surprise the paper floated over effortlessly and landed in Al’s hands.

“This year’s first edition is already out?” Scorpius breathed looking down at it.

“No,” Al said with a laugh. The Hogwarts Herald was the project they had started with a group of friends two years ago to get something of a school newspaper going. “This is the draft Lily and I worked on over summer - to get a head start on this year, but honestly we were just so bored. Especially after James moved out.”

Scorpius snuggled in closer, gingerly opening the draft, kissing Al’s cheek before he began to read. The little illustration of the cunning snake stared up at him from the little house icons in the corner and he couldn’t help but smile.

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Altober Day 15: Cunning - my take 💚I imagine the snake as chibi 🐍:D

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Wanker

Scorpius: Look what I found in my father’s old school stuff.

*holds up The Complete List of Slytherin Insults and Comebacks to Outsmart Dumb Gryffindors by Draco Malfoy*

Scorpius: Father always has the best lines.

Albus: Is there anything I can use against James?

Scorpius: Let’s see. *opens book to random glossary page* Any of these sound good? Wand, Wanker, War, Water, Weak, Weasley- maybe not that last one.

Albus: He does call Slytherins wankers all the time.

Scorpius: Wanker… page 413. 

*flips to that page* 

Scorpius: Wanker - When another student, almost certainly an unimaginative Gryffindor, refers to any Slytherin as a wanker, simply follow these steps:

1. Say “Do you need someone to show you how?” 2. If Potter he persists, stare him in the eyes and mime the universal wanking motion to make him uncomfortable. 3. In extreme cases, continue this motion and pretend to climax shouting, “Uh- uh- I’m CUNNING!”

*Scorpius and Al exchange haunted looks*

Scorpius: I think maybe I’ll just put this back where I found it.

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WeakRevolution’s take on altober Day 15: Cunning is just that :D

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This got me crying too. It really was beautifully written and a lovely story about parents and children. 😭 please give this lots of love and reblogs xxxxx @micheleblack

Harry is dying. No one says it, but the look on everyone’s face in the private room at St. Mungos is one of resigned sadness. James rushes into the room, relief flooding his expression as he sees Harry still awake and moving in the bed.

Ginny stands from Harry’s bedside to greet her eldest. “James. We didn’t think you’d get the message in time. Australia is just so far and it’s all happened so quick.” She’s clearly exhausted, both emotionally and physically. 

James gives her a hug, but it’s short as they both shuffle towards Harry. As he nears the bed, the pale, sickly color of his father’s face becomes clearer.

“You made it,” Harry says with a tired smile.

“Of course. I’m the fastest man on a broom after all.” James tries his best to keep his composure but talk of Quidditch makes him think of the years he spent with his dad in their garden, first learning to fly all the way up through practicing for his Seeker tryouts for the International Quidditch League. Everything he has accomplished is because of the sacrifices of his father. And now here Harry sits, bedridden and dying, and his many accolades and Quidditch wins seem so fleeting. Tears escape from the corners of his eyes and run down his cheeks. He wants to be strong, for his dad, for his family, but he feels so lost right now.

“It’s okay, James-” Harry begins but is quickly overcome with a coughing fit.

James is properly crying now. He takes his dad’s hand in his and sits on the bed beside him. “If there was a way to keep you from dying, would you take it?” He sounds desperate. He is desperate.

Harry smiles at his son and simply says, “I’ve had enough of wizards trying to escape death. It’s my time. I will meet it.”

Death comes for Harry not long after, surrounded by family and friends. James crawls into Teddy’s arms, despite them not having talked in years, and snuggles into the other man. Teddy is caught off guard by how affectionate James is being - in the past they had always been careful to keep space between them - but squeezes the man, hoping to impart any comfort he can. Minutes pass as James soaks the front of Teddy’s shirt with his tears. Then, a bell rings throughout St. Mungos and James jerks from his arms.

“I have to use the restroom,” he says hastily and escapes the room.

Teddy is caught off guard, but decides to follow him. Outside the room though, James is already out of sight. Teddy is about to return to the room when he hears someone running. The sound echoes through the halls, the cadence getting quicker and quicker until suddenly James rounds the bend and barrels into Teddy.

“Jamie, what’s the matter?” Teddy shouts, equal parts concern and surprise.

“Did I make it?” James asks, heaving air into his lungs. “Is my dad-”

“Huh? Babe, he- he’s…” Teddy starts but finds he can’t finish the sentence. What was going on, he thinks, but he’s already said enough and James collapses at his side. Teddy doesn’t think twice, sweeping James into a crushing hug. He pats his back and whispers soothing words into his ear. Remembering back to how affectionate James had been, Teddy nuzzles his neck, hoping to calm the younger man. The door behind them opens and Hermione slips out of the room, still in her Minster robes.

She kneels beside them and speaks in a quiet, reassuring tone, “James, we knew you probably wouldn’t make it in time, but there’s a way to still see him.”

“How?” James asks, the raw pain in his voice breaks Teddy’s already bleeding heart.

Hermione pulls on the chain around her neck. “By law none of these are supposed to still exist, but I know that sometimes laws can be broken for the greater good.” She passes the object, which Teddy now realizes is a Time-Turner to James. “Only one turn though, James. We aren’t meant to change the past.”

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altober Day 16: Time-Turner - WeakRevolution’s first take. This was inspired by my search for next gen fics that deal with death/dying - something I was seeking about a year ago. When I read this I really connected with it. It’s heavy but it’s also sweet.

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