Last Son of Earth

Chapter IV -Potters-

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"Talking"

'Thinking'

/Sign Language\

–Parseltongue–

Thinking in 3rd person POV/Dream/Memory/Flashback/Others

Letter/Journal/Book/Newspaper

Time change/Date of time

Change of POV

Chapter IV

–Potters–

Hogsmeade weekend, mid November 1943

HJP's POV

Tom entered the Infirmary wing with the toddler sleeping in his arms. Harry sat and made space on his bed, pulling the blankets up. The Metamorphmagus Werecub was laid down on the bed by his side.

"You need to name the Werecub." Tom put in. "Apparently, by rescuing him the way you did made him your Ward as well." The teenager explained.

Harry frowned, yet - when he opened his mouth - Tom put a hand before his mouth while glaring at him. Harry rolled his eyes.

/Teddy.\ He agreed. Tom raised one eyebrow back. /From Edward.\

Tom turned around to the man by the door, Harry followed his look only to see a thirties version of himself with brown hair and eyes.

"Edward, nickname Teddy." Tom translated. "Harry, this is Lord Potter."

The man approached and shook Harry's hand.

"Fleamont. I had no idea you existed previously."

/Of course you do not.\ Harry agreed amused.

The mock-glare he got from Tom made him chuckle only to stop at the pain.

"Great." Harry glared at Tom as the other congratulated him for the pain. "Harry said that it's normal that you haven't heard of him before."

"How long have you two known each other?"

The two looked at each other.

"Seven months... although... only 5 times?" Tom replied uncertain. "Aurors accidentally hit one of my classmates during an attack and we entered the Apothecary shop and asked for Harry's help, two months before the end of last school year."

Lord Potter hummed.

"Stray spells tend to happen." He agreed. "Even so, you two look like you know each other for years."

"I saw Harry at his worse." Tom explained. "I'm the one who's been helping him to learn his own name." He added.

"Five decades are too long." Fleamont snarled and all looked at the door as a younger Potter entered in his early twenties. "Charlus, this is Harry, his ward Tom and cub Teddy. Uncle, this is my brother Charlus."

Charlus froze on his steps, before he turned towards Fleamont wide-eyed.

"Uncle?"

"I was hoping Father had told you something himself." Fleamont retorted. "He was locked for five decades when he was 30, while at the same time his life was attempted at left and right."