Cross-Time

Chapter XLIII-Conundrum-

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Chapter XLIII

–Conundrum–

End of school break

Sunday, 25 February 1973

CEP's POV

Harry entered the Malfoy Manor and as Mère and Ém climbed to their family quarters so his baby sibling could go nap, he walked out into the gardens with Evan following him. Inside he could hear his surrogate grandparents and Aunt Genevieve's parents arguing with his surrogate aunt and uncle in French.

"Is everything alright?" Evan wondered and Harry looked back at him.

"My magic is about to burst. I need to let it out." The young bearer shrugged.

Evan glanced towards the actual Manor, before he looked back.

"Shift. Fly around the pitch and get it out of your system."

"And if I lose control?"

"I'll know before you do."

Harry blushed and nodded, focused on his and Voldemort's relationship before he shifted. As soon as he was fully-shifted, he suddenly forgot why he had been so stressed. He felt the wind on his scales and feathers as he took flight and for the first-time really let himself go and enjoy himself. He was on his millionth round around the pitch as he learnt how to control his size, when he heard Voldemort.

—Evie, do you need my help to shift back?—

Harry stopped mid-flight and turned his head. He saw the mixture of black colours that was Voldemort and beside him was someone that his Magical Core wasn't recognizing.

—Who is with you?—

—Did you shift without your glasses?—

—I shifted with them, but Occamies see things in magic instead of sight.—

—Come here and shift.—

Unsure, Harry obeyed and shifted. Once he was humanoid again, he looked at the stranger to see Newton Scamander.

"Pleasure, yet again." The old British man said with a nod.

"Likewise. Did you know that Occamies see in magic and not in colours? If Marv hadn't told me to, I wouldn't shift before you because I didn't know who you were."

"I'm always eager to learn something new." The old man argued amused. "What do you see when you look at your fiancé?"

Harry looked at Voldemort to be certain, before he replied.

"When you did my spell a pure-black thread brought my Grey Core under control, correct?" He wondered and Scamander nodded.

"That was my magic." Voldemort translated.

Scamander looked at Voldemort and then at Harry.

"When did you start using your magic to restrain your fiancé's?" He asked, instead of focusing on his pure-Dark Magical Core.

"Since we met." Voldemort replied and glanced back, before turning towards Evan. "Junior."

"I'll go intercept them." Evan agreed and walked away.

"Why is Rosier always following you?"

"He has seen professors and students getting too handy with me. Since then he became my personal bodyguard." Harry shrugged. "Do you really think if it wasn't for Marv's magic keeping me in control that I would turn into an Obscurus like my baby sibling?"