A Twist In Time

There Is No Choice

Dear Tommy,

I know it might be confusing to you and I wish beyond anything to explain it to you but I can't.

Not because I don't want to but because I will get into a great deal of trouble if I wrote about it and my letter was intercepted.

I promise I will explain everything to you once you return home from the war. To ease your worries, Polly and Ada know the truth and they've come to accept it.

I will warn you that it might seem impossible, but it is the truth.

Hoping you will give me a chance and continue to write until your return home.

All my love, always and forever,

Romy x

"Do you think they'll come and arrest you?" Ada asked a pleasant smile on her face as she thought about what the Ministry would do if they found out what I'd done.

"Don't be ridiculous, Ada," Polly snapped, rubbing her hand over Rudy's head. She named the Jarveyd. I was more than surprised when Polly grew attached to them. She's named the slightly bigger one Rudy, because he was always swearing, mainly at Ada, and the smaller, slightly darker one she'd named Havoc because he was always breaking things.

"Fuck. Fuck off, Ada," Rudy exclaimed, curling around Polly's shoulder as Havoc settled in his brother's place.

"Rudy, mind your language," Polly scolded, running her hand over his back.

This was weird. She had a way with them that made them behave. I think Newt would be interested in seeing it.

"While I'd love to stay and chat about it, I need to be getting off to work," I said, rising from my seat and bending down to press a kiss on Thomas' head as he drank from his bottle and he sat in Ada's lap. "I'll see you later, Little Bird."

I often wondered if trouble followed my family, or if it was a Weasley trait.

Uncle Ron always found himself in trouble because of Papa Harry, but I had to wonder if Weasley's were naturally drawn to it too. After all, Uncle George had opened a joke shop with Uncle Fred. Wasn't that proof enough that we were magnets for trouble?

In this case, though, it wasn't trouble that was following me. Rather it was me running into the face of danger.

"Absolutely not!" Polly snapped, her arms folded as she glared at me as I packed my little black bag.

"I wasn't asking you, Polly, I was telling you." I was not going to stick around and have this conversation with her while Phineas and Newt needed my help.

"You'll get yourself killed!" she cried grabbing hold of my arm and pulling me to a stop. "You have a son to think about. You can't be selfish!"

"I don't have a choice, Polly."

"What do you mean?"

"The Ministry found out that I'm living with Muggles and that you know about magic. They threatened to wipe your memories and have me moved if I didn't help them find Phineas and Newt," I told her, wiping at my tears. "They said they'd take Thomas-J away from me. I can't let that happen, Polly."

"Oh, sweetheart." She wrapped me in her arms, pressing a kiss to my head as I hugged her back.

"I've made a will. I hope you don't mind that I've made you beneficiary if anything happens to me. You'll look after Thomas-J won't you?"

"You know I will, love. He won't even know you're gone."

"I meant if anything happens to me, Polly. You'll keep him, right? Look after him?"