A Twist In Time

All The Brewing Havoc

As I woke, I was slightly grateful that it wasn't the middle of the night during a storm.

I wasn't sure if my dream was just a dream or a vision.

Tommy believed it was a vision due to his dream continuing where mine ended. It was strange. Especially for us to be somewhat sharing dreams.

I was going to talk to Newt about it and ask if he'd heard anything about this before.

"Mama," TJ cooed as he came barreling into the room, his Hungarian Horntail 'Arry, hanging from his arms. "Arry 'ick." Tommy glanced down at TJ as he clambered onto the bed, shoving Harry at us. "He 'ick."

"Oh no," I gasped, pretending to be extra concerned about the dragon. "What's happened to Harry?"

I could see Tommy smirking from beside me, but he quickly put on his serious face when TJ looked at him.

"Arry 'ick, Da."

"You should let your mother look at him," Tommy suggested, shifting into a more comfortable position as TJ pounced on him, Harry being flung at me. "She is a nurse, you know."

"'Ix him, Mama," TJ begged, clinging onto Tommy's arms as he had this petrified look on his face.

"Okay, let me have a look at you, Harry," I muttered, rolling my eyes at Tommy as he gave me a smug smile. This was his revenge for the last time Harry was 'sick' and I made him deal with it. "Looks to me that little Harry has the case of red spots," I said, quickly flicking my wand at the dragon plushie and smiling when red spots covered him. "We're going to have to treat this with a medicated bath, TJ."

"A bath? No!"

Tommy chuckled at his son's distraught look and the way he tried to scramble off the bed.

"I 'ate baths!" he cried, trying in vain to get out of Tommy's grip. "No, Da, no!"

"Right, that's enough," I said, scooping TJ into my arms, trying to suppress a smile when he stuck his tongue out to Tommy. "How about we go have breakfast and then I can run a bath for you?" He started pouting, his bottom lip pushed out and quivering. "Don't pout, Thomas-J. It's bath time for everyone. Aunt Polly's bringing Edward, Danny and Artie for one too."

"Pancakes?" he asked softly, knowing for a fact that we only had pancakes on special occasions.

"We don't have pancakes on bath day, TJ."

"Err," he groaned, finally being able to move as I released him. He scrambled off the bed, and gave me a pointed look, his little chin raised proudly in the air as he crossed his arms over his chest in annoyance.

It was moments like these that I forgot he was once destined to be a Dark Lord. I always found it hard to believe that the Dark Lord would have tantrums and pout.

"See," Tommy said, nodding towards his grumpy son. "Just like you."

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It wasn't very often Newt was gone from the house, he wouldn't admit it but he liked the Shelby's and hated being away from them for long.

On occasion we would disappear for a couple of days at a time, especially when he was off saving some magical creature. He was away at the moment which was why I was debating whether to tell Finn about Hogwarts without him.

It was therefore surprising when he came barging through the door, suitcase flying behind him, his Hufflepuff scarf blowing out as if the wind was crazy inside the house.