At 11:59 // h.s

Chapter 31

-Grace-

And so we traveled. Through decades and decades and centuries and centuries of history. Hundreds of miles covered in mere seconds. Thousands of years passed in just minutes. I wasn't sure how much time was actually passing in the "real world" right now, but it seemed like an eternity.

I had no idea that so many of Harry's ancestors were royalty. It blew my mind that the kings and queens I studied about in school were actually related to him. We had finished most of the list and we were getting closer to present day times.

"What's next?" I asked Harry. We were sitting on a log in front of a stream. The year was 1903 and we were in Dublin, Ireland. I swear he's related to the whole world.

He pulled the wrinkled piece of paper out of his back pocket and scanned over it, "1990 in Cheshire, England."

"Isn't that where you were born?"

"Yeah," he answered wearily, "I really hope this doesn't mean what I think it means."

He glanced down at the piece of paper again and a deep sigh pushed past his lips. He ran his hands through his hair like he always did when he was stressed.

I had a feeling that this particular place and time was going to be hard for him, because he actually knew some of the people we were going to see.

"We can skip this one if you want," I said gently.

"No, we can't," he muttered, "There's only two places left to go and we have to do them or else this curse will never get broken."

I knew he was right, but it was going to hurt me so much to see him in pain and I had a feeling that seeing members of his family was going to be very painful.

"We should get going," he said and I nodded.

He set the time machine to the right time and place and we were off. We were used to the spinning and falling by now so it didn't phase us when we landed in a pile of leaves with a thud.

"That's my old house," Harry immediately said even before we had time to stand up and look around.

"What did the list say we have to do?" I asked.

"This is going to be really hard to explain," he sighed, "Right now, my mum is pregnant with Gem and my dad is still somewhat...sane. Apparently my parents got into this huge fight and my mum wanted to file for divorce but my dad wouldn't let her. They never made up and they ended up hating each other after a while. Eventually he pretty much went crazy and he turned into an abusive alcoholic, but we have to stop him from doing that and get them to make up."

"How?" I couldn't help but ask.

"I really don't know."

"Then I guess we go find out," I half smiled.

We approached the door and I knocked cautiously. The only thing that could be heard were two people yelling at each other. I knocked again, this time louder. The voices grew dimmer and footsteps could be heard. The door swung open revealing a very pregnant woman with striking features who resembled Harry so much, I was taken aback for a moment. I felt Harry physically tense beside me and his bottom lip began to quiver slightly. I squeezed his hand reassuringly.

"Can I help you?" she muttered in an accent almost identical to Harry's.

"Uh...we're marriage counselors and we were just...making our daily rounds in the neighborhood when we heard some shouting," I tried to make my voice sound professional.

"I really don't need any counseling right-"

"Ma'am, we insist," Harry interrupted in possibly the best American accent I've ever heard him talk in. He sounded just like a salesperson.