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I just saw Superman and maybe I care about superhero movies again actually

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On ep 9 of Dept.Q, and I swear this cop, John is a blooming idiot. Goes investigating around Ailsa's place, doesn't call for back up and leaves his radio in the car. If he gets murdered, he better not come crying to me. What kind of cop is he??

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5€ that jensen ackles probably took that question as a "name any 13 zepp songs" not as a "name all the 13 songs that are on the mixtape" because to me it looked like they didnt understand her "what specific songs" and just heard her "just say you dont know 13 led zeppelin songs" and he took it as a challenge with "okay so you want us to name 13 zepp songs" 💔💔💔🥀🥀🥀 BUT I HOPE NOT because whole lotta love on that mixtape is such a big win

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Dominic McLaughlin as Harry Potter.

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Okay, so I was really hoping for a different style of uniform to the one in the movies. Something like this, which is, I think, more book accurate.

However, I think Dominic looks brilliant, and I can't wait to see him in action. 🫶

One issue that really bugs me, though - green eyes! Still, they might be green by the time it hits our screens. 🙏

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Lordt. 😭

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Serenading extended version 🤭

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Just started watching Dept.Q, and I've got to be honest, I did not see the twist coming that we were watching two separate timelines.

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The above photo is the results of my at home blood group test. Would you say I am O Negative?

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Harry nodded in quiet response, biding his time with a verbal answer. He was a little surprised at this Dumbledore's openess to answer questions about himself. Though, actually, when he truly thought about it, his own Dumbledore hadn't been as closed off as Harry had made out.

Afterall, Harry had never truly made an effort to know his Headmaster on a more personal level. All their conversations were always about him or Voldemort. Usually both. So perhaps he had been a little harsh in lashing out.

"You haven't made a mess." He says softly. "I already know you. And, to be fair, my treatment of you has probably been tainted by how my relationship is with you right now in my time. So, you know, sorry."

Truth be told, this younger Dumbledore had been incredibly open with him. And had done nothing to incur his wrath. So, Harry did feel a little guilty. But still, the same issue remained as before.

"Im not sure asking you questions would be best." Harry continued. "You haven't shared them in our relationship so far, in my time, and maybe that was for good reason. It feels like I'd be doing what I just accused you of, or whatever, by cheating and asking you now. So, no matter how much I want to know more about you. It should be the you in my time who I ask them to. Don't you think?"

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Harry x Albus D. Time Travel AU.

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( September 1st, 1910)

The very first thing which Harry Potter became aware of, was the deep seated, open wound that was grief. Even behind closed eyes, the image of Sirius' still laughing face flashed within his mind, as the man fell back through the archway. Harry felt as though his heart had been squeezed within a fire-clad grasp. He wasn't sure he would ever be happy again.

The next thing Harry noticed, was that he was lying down. Which was strange, as aside from the death of his Godfather, the last thing he remembered was being sent via Portkey to Professor Dumbledore's office, with the promise of a long awaited explanation from said Headmaster. Instead, he could feel a prickle beneath his hands, as they flexed against what he realised had to be grass. He was outside. And judging by the lack of light trying to assault his eyes as he opened them, it was sometime after nightfall. He groaned as he inched his head to look to his left, blinking groggily until his vision cleared and he could make out the fringe of what he thought was the Forbidden Forest. At least it appeared he hadn't gone too far from his destination.

Forcing himself up into a sitting position, Harry looked more properly at his surroundings. He was facing towards Hogsmeade, which he could see lit up in the short distance. Leaning on a hand, he twisted his body so that he could look over his shoulder. And sure enough, there was Hogwarts Castle, standing magnificently within her vast grounds.

Something about the castle seemed amiss from where Harry sat, but things always did look eerie in the light of the moon, so he didn't pay too much attention to the disquiet forming in his gut.

Instead, he got to his feet, stumbling a little from the effects of the Portkey. He hasn't felt this unsteady since the summer before last, when he had first been introduced to the concept. Once he was sure he wasn't about to trip over his feet, Harry crossed to the gravel and started his way up the path towards his school.

He wasn't sure what had happened to the Portkey, but he was certain Dumbledore would have some kind of explanation. He usually did after all.

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"Maybe don't analyse me so much then?" Harry replied, annoyed with himself for apparently giving so much away in his body language. "Don't take what you don't give."

His words had come out a bit harsh, but Harry truly was getting a bit peed off with how much Dumbledore knew him and how little Harry knew in return. Especially when Dumbledore seemingly didnt give a crap how Harry felt this last year, even though he had just witnessed the death of a friend and the rebirth of a maniac who wanted him dead and had murdered his parents.

"You spoke of not taking away my autonomy or whatever, by reading my mind without asking, well, my body language is mine too, Professor. Whether or not I reveal anything that way isn't always on purpose. So, keep your damn thoughts to yourself and just ask next time."

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Harry x Albus D. Time Travel AU.

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( September 1st, 1910)

The very first thing which Harry Potter became aware of, was the deep seated, open wound that was grief. Even behind closed eyes, the image of Sirius' still laughing face flashed within his mind, as the man fell back through the archway. Harry felt as though his heart had been squeezed within a fire-clad grasp. He wasn't sure he would ever be happy again.

The next thing Harry noticed, was that he was lying down. Which was strange, as aside from the death of his Godfather, the last thing he remembered was being sent via Portkey to Professor Dumbledore's office, with the promise of a long awaited explanation from said Headmaster. Instead, he could feel a prickle beneath his hands, as they flexed against what he realised had to be grass. He was outside. And judging by the lack of light trying to assault his eyes as he opened them, it was sometime after nightfall. He groaned as he inched his head to look to his left, blinking groggily until his vision cleared and he could make out the fringe of what he thought was the Forbidden Forest. At least it appeared he hadn't gone too far from his destination.

Forcing himself up into a sitting position, Harry looked more properly at his surroundings. He was facing towards Hogsmeade, which he could see lit up in the short distance. Leaning on a hand, he twisted his body so that he could look over his shoulder. And sure enough, there was Hogwarts Castle, standing magnificently within her vast grounds.

Something about the castle seemed amiss from where Harry sat, but things always did look eerie in the light of the moon, so he didn't pay too much attention to the disquiet forming in his gut.

Instead, he got to his feet, stumbling a little from the effects of the Portkey. He hasn't felt this unsteady since the summer before last, when he had first been introduced to the concept. Once he was sure he wasn't about to trip over his feet, Harry crossed to the gravel and started his way up the path towards his school.

He wasn't sure what had happened to the Portkey, but he was certain Dumbledore would have some kind of explanation. He usually did after all.

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Harry stared at Dumbledore, astounded once again, as he had been for five years, as to how this man somehow always seemed to know what he was thinking. "It's as irritating as it is fascinating, how you do that." At Dumbledore's quirked brow, Harry clarified, "How you always seem to know what I'm thinking. It's even more impressive than your ability to see through my invisibility cloak, and that's saying something."

Harry snorted, looking away into the hearth. It was easy to understand why everyone venerated this man. Why Tom Riddle was scared of him. In a way, he really did come across as some omnipotent god. The only other person who had ever known what he was thinking, had been Snape, when he did the lesson with Harry on Occulmency...

Harry straightened up at that thought, suddenly turning back to Dumbledore with an accusing look. "Hang on! You literally are reading my mind, aren't you? With the same spell Snape used on me this year." Harry huffed, sitting back in typical pissed off teenage style. "There's got to be rule about reading minds without permission. Just wait until I see him - you." He paused again, avoiding eye contact. "I always felt a sort of pressure, almost, in my mind when you did that. But it never occurred to me that you were doing the same as Snape. That crap actually hurt."

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Harry x Albus D. Time Travel AU.

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( September 1st, 1910)

The very first thing which Harry Potter became aware of, was the deep seated, open wound that was grief. Even behind closed eyes, the image of Sirius' still laughing face flashed within his mind, as the man fell back through the archway. Harry felt as though his heart had been squeezed within a fire-clad grasp. He wasn't sure he would ever be happy again.

The next thing Harry noticed, was that he was lying down. Which was strange, as aside from the death of his Godfather, the last thing he remembered was being sent via Portkey to Professor Dumbledore's office, with the promise of a long awaited explanation from said Headmaster. Instead, he could feel a prickle beneath his hands, as they flexed against what he realised had to be grass. He was outside. And judging by the lack of light trying to assault his eyes as he opened them, it was sometime after nightfall. He groaned as he inched his head to look to his left, blinking groggily until his vision cleared and he could make out the fringe of what he thought was the Forbidden Forest. At least it appeared he hadn't gone too far from his destination.

Forcing himself up into a sitting position, Harry looked more properly at his surroundings. He was facing towards Hogsmeade, which he could see lit up in the short distance. Leaning on a hand, he twisted his body so that he could look over his shoulder. And sure enough, there was Hogwarts Castle, standing magnificently within her vast grounds.

Something about the castle seemed amiss from where Harry sat, but things always did look eerie in the light of the moon, so he didn't pay too much attention to the disquiet forming in his gut.

Instead, he got to his feet, stumbling a little from the effects of the Portkey. He hasn't felt this unsteady since the summer before last, when he had first been introduced to the concept. Once he was sure he wasn't about to trip over his feet, Harry crossed to the gravel and started his way up the path towards his school.

He wasn't sure what had happened to the Portkey, but he was certain Dumbledore would have some kind of explanation. He usually did after all.

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"I suppose." Harry replied, not really knowing that feeling, ans therefore not sure how to respond. Though, he supposed there was a similar instance which he could relate to. But this moment wasn't about him. It was about Albus Dumbledore. "Though I dont really know how that must feel. Not in that way."

Harry was still internally stuck on a sentence that Dumbledore had kind of said and moved on from. Sometimes, what we withhold from those we love...makes them question the very love we were trying to protect. You deserved more than that. Love? Was he implying that his headmaster loved him? Sure, Harry supposed that Dumbledore at least cared for his wellbeing, but he'd never thought that love really came into it. He didn't think Headmasters really loved any of their students.

Though, Harry supposed again, that perhaps this younger Dumbledore was just being kind. How could he know what his future self felt for a singular student? And truthfully, Harry didnt think anyone who loved someone, would treat them the way Dumbledore had this year. And, if Harry was being completely honest with himself, the reason he had been upset, was because on some level, he had thought that he and Dumbledore had shared some kind of bond. Perhaps not as deep as love, but he certainly cared for his Headmaster. And that's why it had hurt to be cut off so suddenly.

But still, Harry didn't say any of this to the Dumbledore sat across from him. How could he? Not only didnt it feel slightly inappropriate to be having a discussion about feelings with the man who would one day he his headmaster, Harry also didnt want to, because he there was a high chance that Dumbledore would remember the conversation, and Harry would be really embarrassed when he got back home and had to face his Dumbledore.

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Harry x Albus D. Time Travel AU.

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( September 1st, 1910)

The very first thing which Harry Potter became aware of, was the deep seated, open wound that was grief. Even behind closed eyes, the image of Sirius' still laughing face flashed within his mind, as the man fell back through the archway. Harry felt as though his heart had been squeezed within a fire-clad grasp. He wasn't sure he would ever be happy again.

The next thing Harry noticed, was that he was lying down. Which was strange, as aside from the death of his Godfather, the last thing he remembered was being sent via Portkey to Professor Dumbledore's office, with the promise of a long awaited explanation from said Headmaster. Instead, he could feel a prickle beneath his hands, as they flexed against what he realised had to be grass. He was outside. And judging by the lack of light trying to assault his eyes as he opened them, it was sometime after nightfall. He groaned as he inched his head to look to his left, blinking groggily until his vision cleared and he could make out the fringe of what he thought was the Forbidden Forest. At least it appeared he hadn't gone too far from his destination.

Forcing himself up into a sitting position, Harry looked more properly at his surroundings. He was facing towards Hogsmeade, which he could see lit up in the short distance. Leaning on a hand, he twisted his body so that he could look over his shoulder. And sure enough, there was Hogwarts Castle, standing magnificently within her vast grounds.

Something about the castle seemed amiss from where Harry sat, but things always did look eerie in the light of the moon, so he didn't pay too much attention to the disquiet forming in his gut.

Instead, he got to his feet, stumbling a little from the effects of the Portkey. He hasn't felt this unsteady since the summer before last, when he had first been introduced to the concept. Once he was sure he wasn't about to trip over his feet, Harry crossed to the gravel and started his way up the path towards his school.

He wasn't sure what had happened to the Portkey, but he was certain Dumbledore would have some kind of explanation. He usually did after all.

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Harry sat quietly, absorbing everything Dumbledore had said. It was hard to believe that there was ever a time when Albus Dumbledore didn't do the right thing. When he didn't have all the answers. And while he hadn't said it outright, Harry instinctively knew that Ariana's death had been brought about by Dumbledore's own actions. Something which, until this last year - until last night, Harry would have struggled to comprehend.

"There was a time I thought you were some kind of god. Not literally, of course. But you always seemed all-knowing and benevolent until your wrath was provoked. I didn't think that you'd ever been capable of doing anything that wasn't right. That wasn't good. And, while I still think that you're a good person and a great wizard, I'm no longer wearing rose tinted glasses. At least, I dont think I am. I dont know what happened to Ariana or your involvement. And while I dont believe for a second that there was any maliciousness involved on your part, I dont find it hard to imagine a scenario where people get hurt or killed, because you mistakenly believe you know what is best for them. You're kind of arrogant that way."

He was, of course, thinking about Sirius, how his godfather had been rash due to being kept cooped up all year on Dumbledore's orders. About how he himself had allowed himself to tricked, because he'd been so desperate for information that Dumbledore had kept from him. How different things might be, if Dumbledore had just been more open with him, more lenient with Sirius. He didn't outright blame his headmaster, but Harry did feel he held some responsibility.

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Harry x Albus D. Time Travel AU.

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( September 1st, 1910)

The very first thing which Harry Potter became aware of, was the deep seated, open wound that was grief. Even behind closed eyes, the image of Sirius' still laughing face flashed within his mind, as the man fell back through the archway. Harry felt as though his heart had been squeezed within a fire-clad grasp. He wasn't sure he would ever be happy again.

The next thing Harry noticed, was that he was lying down. Which was strange, as aside from the death of his Godfather, the last thing he remembered was being sent via Portkey to Professor Dumbledore's office, with the promise of a long awaited explanation from said Headmaster. Instead, he could feel a prickle beneath his hands, as they flexed against what he realised had to be grass. He was outside. And judging by the lack of light trying to assault his eyes as he opened them, it was sometime after nightfall. He groaned as he inched his head to look to his left, blinking groggily until his vision cleared and he could make out the fringe of what he thought was the Forbidden Forest. At least it appeared he hadn't gone too far from his destination.

Forcing himself up into a sitting position, Harry looked more properly at his surroundings. He was facing towards Hogsmeade, which he could see lit up in the short distance. Leaning on a hand, he twisted his body so that he could look over his shoulder. And sure enough, there was Hogwarts Castle, standing magnificently within her vast grounds.

Something about the castle seemed amiss from where Harry sat, but things always did look eerie in the light of the moon, so he didn't pay too much attention to the disquiet forming in his gut.

Instead, he got to his feet, stumbling a little from the effects of the Portkey. He hasn't felt this unsteady since the summer before last, when he had first been introduced to the concept. Once he was sure he wasn't about to trip over his feet, Harry crossed to the gravel and started his way up the path towards his school.

He wasn't sure what had happened to the Portkey, but he was certain Dumbledore would have some kind of explanation. He usually did after all.

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"What do you mean?" Harry asked curiously, his mind fixed upon one sentence. "What did you choose? What did you sacrifice?" Why would Ariana, his sister, dying, have to do with any of that? He surely couldn't havs meant that he'd sacrificed his own sister? Harry wanted to know, but at the same time, wasn't sure he should be letting this younger Dumbledore tell him all of this. What would his Headmaster say when he returned home? Would the older Dumbledore remember these conversations?

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Harry x Albus D. Time Travel AU.

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( September 1st, 1910)

The very first thing which Harry Potter became aware of, was the deep seated, open wound that was grief. Even behind closed eyes, the image of Sirius' still laughing face flashed within his mind, as the man fell back through the archway. Harry felt as though his heart had been squeezed within a fire-clad grasp. He wasn't sure he would ever be happy again.

The next thing Harry noticed, was that he was lying down. Which was strange, as aside from the death of his Godfather, the last thing he remembered was being sent via Portkey to Professor Dumbledore's office, with the promise of a long awaited explanation from said Headmaster. Instead, he could feel a prickle beneath his hands, as they flexed against what he realised had to be grass. He was outside. And judging by the lack of light trying to assault his eyes as he opened them, it was sometime after nightfall. He groaned as he inched his head to look to his left, blinking groggily until his vision cleared and he could make out the fringe of what he thought was the Forbidden Forest. At least it appeared he hadn't gone too far from his destination.

Forcing himself up into a sitting position, Harry looked more properly at his surroundings. He was facing towards Hogsmeade, which he could see lit up in the short distance. Leaning on a hand, he twisted his body so that he could look over his shoulder. And sure enough, there was Hogwarts Castle, standing magnificently within her vast grounds.

Something about the castle seemed amiss from where Harry sat, but things always did look eerie in the light of the moon, so he didn't pay too much attention to the disquiet forming in his gut.

Instead, he got to his feet, stumbling a little from the effects of the Portkey. He hasn't felt this unsteady since the summer before last, when he had first been introduced to the concept. Once he was sure he wasn't about to trip over his feet, Harry crossed to the gravel and started his way up the path towards his school.

He wasn't sure what had happened to the Portkey, but he was certain Dumbledore would have some kind of explanation. He usually did after all.

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Harry listened intently to the almost confession from the man who would one day become his professor. He didn't know who Dumbledore had lost, but he could see the grief within him. Something the older Dumbledore had seemed to master. Or rather, he had never felt the desire to confide in Harry. In that regard, this year shouldn't have come as a shock. "Who did you lose?"

Harry had decided he didn't want to talk about Sirius anymore. It was still too painful, and while he was angry with Dumbledore regarding his death, it wasn't this man who deserved his anger. So, Harry thought he should just push aside the grief for later and focus on Dumbledore's own admission for now. He might as well learn all he could about his Headmaster, while the man was willing to do so.

"I know you have a brother, but he is still alive in my time." He stopped himself when he realised that perhaps the man didnt want to share anything else. After all, Dumbledore hadn't clarified his loss, only that it had happened. And while Harry did indeed want to know more, he knew he couldn't be selfish and force it out of the man. Not that Harry truly thought he could force Dumbledore to do anything. "Sorry. Its none of my business really. You never told me before, so you shouldn't now. He obviously didnt want me to have that information."

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Harry x Albus D. Time Travel AU.

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( September 1st, 1910)

The very first thing which Harry Potter became aware of, was the deep seated, open wound that was grief. Even behind closed eyes, the image of Sirius' still laughing face flashed within his mind, as the man fell back through the archway. Harry felt as though his heart had been squeezed within a fire-clad grasp. He wasn't sure he would ever be happy again.

The next thing Harry noticed, was that he was lying down. Which was strange, as aside from the death of his Godfather, the last thing he remembered was being sent via Portkey to Professor Dumbledore's office, with the promise of a long awaited explanation from said Headmaster. Instead, he could feel a prickle beneath his hands, as they flexed against what he realised had to be grass. He was outside. And judging by the lack of light trying to assault his eyes as he opened them, it was sometime after nightfall. He groaned as he inched his head to look to his left, blinking groggily until his vision cleared and he could make out the fringe of what he thought was the Forbidden Forest. At least it appeared he hadn't gone too far from his destination.

Forcing himself up into a sitting position, Harry looked more properly at his surroundings. He was facing towards Hogsmeade, which he could see lit up in the short distance. Leaning on a hand, he twisted his body so that he could look over his shoulder. And sure enough, there was Hogwarts Castle, standing magnificently within her vast grounds.

Something about the castle seemed amiss from where Harry sat, but things always did look eerie in the light of the moon, so he didn't pay too much attention to the disquiet forming in his gut.

Instead, he got to his feet, stumbling a little from the effects of the Portkey. He hasn't felt this unsteady since the summer before last, when he had first been introduced to the concept. Once he was sure he wasn't about to trip over his feet, Harry crossed to the gravel and started his way up the path towards his school.

He wasn't sure what had happened to the Portkey, but he was certain Dumbledore would have some kind of explanation. He usually did after all.

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Who benefits from your Dumbledore being left without you?

Harry heard the words, but didnt really understand their meaning. Well, he understood them at the surface level. But what would a Harry- less Dumbledore benefit to Voldemort? Cause that's who had to be behind this right? Now, certainly, getting Harry out of the way was always going to benefit the Dark Lord. After all, that had been Voldemort's intent since he was born. But why? Had this been what Dumbledore had intended to tell him?

"Why would Vol- why would someone want you without me?" Harry questioned, cutting himself off from saying the name. He knew enough about time travel, to know that the wrong word could alter everything. "You're scary enough on your own when it comes to the guy who might have done this. You were the only one he ever feared. So, getting rid of me, to leave you alone? I dont think that's it."

He paused, considering everything he had learned this year. "But, I think I might know why he needed me away from you. I think you were about to tell me why He Who Must Not Be Named tried to kill me as a baby." He paused again, closing his eyes. Would this be revealing too much? But he needed answers. And maybe this Dumbledore might have some insight. Not into the contents of the prophecy, but perhaps into why his future self had kept it hidden from Harry.

"There was a prophecy. I learned that much this year. No thanks to you. The Dark Lord lured me to the Ministry to get it for him. Apparently only those whom the Prophecy is about can collect them. And he couldnt enter the Ministry, as he didnt want people to know officially that he was back. So he pretended to have my godfather, that he was torturing him. But he hadn't. It was just a trick. His followers were waiting for us. I retrieved the prophecy. Help came in the form of my Godfather and others. But the Prophecy smashed. I never learned what it said. But maybe you knew? Maybe that's what you were going to tell me?"

Harry fell silent, guilt rising within him. How could he still care about the prophecy? It had cost him the only family he had left. "I wish I'd never gone. I wish I'd listened to you and tried harder to keep him out of my mind. If I had, Sirius wouldn't have come to save me. He would still be alive."

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Harry x Albus D. Time Travel AU.

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( September 1st, 1910)

The very first thing which Harry Potter became aware of, was the deep seated, open wound that was grief. Even behind closed eyes, the image of Sirius' still laughing face flashed within his mind, as the man fell back through the archway. Harry felt as though his heart had been squeezed within a fire-clad grasp. He wasn't sure he would ever be happy again.

The next thing Harry noticed, was that he was lying down. Which was strange, as aside from the death of his Godfather, the last thing he remembered was being sent via Portkey to Professor Dumbledore's office, with the promise of a long awaited explanation from said Headmaster. Instead, he could feel a prickle beneath his hands, as they flexed against what he realised had to be grass. He was outside. And judging by the lack of light trying to assault his eyes as he opened them, it was sometime after nightfall. He groaned as he inched his head to look to his left, blinking groggily until his vision cleared and he could make out the fringe of what he thought was the Forbidden Forest. At least it appeared he hadn't gone too far from his destination.

Forcing himself up into a sitting position, Harry looked more properly at his surroundings. He was facing towards Hogsmeade, which he could see lit up in the short distance. Leaning on a hand, he twisted his body so that he could look over his shoulder. And sure enough, there was Hogwarts Castle, standing magnificently within her vast grounds.

Something about the castle seemed amiss from where Harry sat, but things always did look eerie in the light of the moon, so he didn't pay too much attention to the disquiet forming in his gut.

Instead, he got to his feet, stumbling a little from the effects of the Portkey. He hasn't felt this unsteady since the summer before last, when he had first been introduced to the concept. Once he was sure he wasn't about to trip over his feet, Harry crossed to the gravel and started his way up the path towards his school.

He wasn't sure what had happened to the Portkey, but he was certain Dumbledore would have some kind of explanation. He usually did after all.

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My AI generated idea of what The Doctor, Rose and Mia might look like in Pete's world.

In this image, Mia is supposed to be about 11 years old. She's supposed to look like her mum, but she has her dad's eyes and hair colour. As Mia gets older, she begins adding blonde highlights to look more like Rose. In my opinion, the Doctor retains recessive genes from his previous incarnations, which allow for the slightly off colour of Mia's hair.