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I have a number of inquiries if anyone would be willing to humor me. Some are for any Ministry officials reading, others are for anyone.

Will accommodations be made for those of us that cannot legally Apparate yet? What I am asking is this: if one is too young to Apparate and lives in the village set aside for "time deviants," will the community be connected well enough to the floo network that they will be able to get to work in London or will they be restricted to finding work in Hogsmeade for proximity? I am not sure just how close an eye the Ministry intends to keep on us.

What if we already have the Trace on us from another country?

Now for some general questions.

Who is hiring, may I ask? My skill set is wide-spread and I am not very squeamish.

Fellow "time deviants" : how many of you have settled into this provided (as it were) housing? How many of you still need accompaniment or assistance in paying?

When are you from? Where are you from? How do you feel about this place? Tell me these things.

Thank you very much for your time.

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Your name's WHAT?

[AND YOU'RE TALKING TO WHO???]

[Albus has his quill back and he's staring at the latest response. He knows that name. How could he not?]

It's... what I said it was?

Is this who I think it is?

[Uncle Ron?]

[He realizes, belatedly, that writing where anyone can see is going to screw him worse than anything else.]

Dunno, you tell me.

[don't believe his calm writing, he is full of panic]

[Ah, a private message. He promised Scorpius he'd be more careful this time. And he meant what he said. But this was his uncle Ron. Surely, Scorpius couldn't be upset with him if he chatted with his uncle.

Could he?]

Ron Weasley. You know I've heard you hum that song on multiple occasions. It alway earns quite a few groans. Once mum charmed a pillow to chase after you to get you to quit.

Hullo.

[Mum?

He feels about as bewildered as is possible to feel, or so he thinks.]

Where are you? I want to meet.

I'm at the Leaky Cauldron. There are a few spots that are out of the way where we can talk. And yes, we really should talk.

[There was a lot that Albus wanted to say to Ron and a lot he knew he should keep under wraps. Judging by his uncle's shock he guessed that it wasn't the same Ron who had offered him a job at Weasley's Wizard Wheezes after he finished Hogwarts this past year. How much should someone know about their future? If it was even the same future. For all Albus knew he only represented a possibility - one that might not even come to pass. That was a terrifying thought and one he'd have to run by Scorpius later.]

[He doesn't respond - almost says look for the baseball cap, but well, if this is who he thinks it is, and he has no idea WHAT to think about that, then Albus (Albus Severus???) will probably recognize him, anyway.

He heads for the Leaky straight away, baseball cap covering most of his red hair and nothing at all covering his freckles or lanky height. He starts scanning the crowd the second he steps inside, looking for - Merlin, looking for someone who looks like Harry.]

[Albus is nervous when Ron enters the Leaky Cauldron. Gone was his rather happy-go-lucky attitude he had when he met up with Lily. After seeing Scorpius so panicked (and rightfully so, because honestly Albus, what were you thinking?), he is a bit more hesitant to expose himself for the future time deviant that he is. Of course, the damage was already done. His name was out there for all to see and of course people would want to know.

He stands up and waves at his uncle. Albus isn't going to admit it, but he's seen a younger version of his uncle before. It's not as though he's really changed much over the years. Just... older. Only his uncle doesn't look much older than Albus himself at the moment. He should have explained what he looked like, but then again, he's the spitting image of his father. He's fairly certain his uncle will spot him.

Albus waits until Ron joins him at the table before he casts the Muffliato spell. That doesn't change the fact that they look suspicious as hell.]

If you're here to scold me about being more discrete you needn't bother. I've been properly chastised enough and I promise I'll be more careful in the future. I just... didn't think. I'm working on it.

[The movement catches his eye, but blimey, throw in some glasses - and a scar, he assumes, Ron can't tell from here - and it's like looking at Harry.

It's like looking at Harry.

Merlin, that means mum is probably just who he thinks it is, too. Ron pauses where he is, staring for a moment - but it doesn't last long. He hustles over to join Albus, lets him cast his spell without even getting the least bit twitchy when he picks up his wand because he looks just like Harry and bloody hell. Potter genes run strong, don't they?

Ron reaches up to run a hand through his hair and just hits the hat instead.]

Scold you, me? [They shouldn't do this here, even with Muffliato in place. Still, it's hard to resist throwing ten thousand questions out.]

Are you my nephew? [They're the same age. Bill is only ten years older than him, even in his family with all the potential for age differentiation between him and his siblings, this is damned weird.]

[Albus smiles. He can't help himself. Even bewildered, his uncle is the same. Although there is a slight difference besides the age. He never remembered his uncle looking so ragged around the edges. Well, except when he was worried about his family. Still, he's used to his uncle looking cheerful most of the time. Not here, which was a damned shame.]

I am. Pretty easy to tell who my father is. Everyone says I look exactly as Dad did when he was growing up - except for the glasses and the scar, of course. There's more I could tell you, but maybe I shouldn't. Maybe we shouldn't even be talking. Scorpius thinks we should keep a low profile and he's right - he's always right. But... What the hell. You're you and if anyone can help us out you're up there at the top of the list.

[Albus is babbling now. He can't see how talking to his uncle could endanger them. He certainly wasn't Gellert Grindewald or any other flavor of dark wizard.]

[Ron is reasonably certain that if anyone could help them it's Hermione, but they're a bit screwed on that front, aren't they?]

Merlin.

[He has a nephew, and it's not Bill's. He still doesn't particularly want to think about Ginny and Harry really actually getting together, but he supposes it's all right.

He has a nephew.]

Albus - is it Al, or Albus? How old are you? How old am I? How in the hell am I supposed to - wait, who's Scorpius?

[One babbler meets another, must run in the family.]

[DID SOMEONE SAY SCORPIUS MALFOY

Guess who's come back from the bathroom? He's staring intently at his MIAVI journal, a worried line forming on his brow again. He doesn't notice they've got company at first.]

Al, we should get going, someone from the Ministry's noticed your post--

[He looks up, then jumps a little, having finally noticed Ron.]

Oh! Uhhh-- hello Mr. Weasley! You're looking-- younger than last I saw you! [He whips his head to shoot Albus an accusing look. a little warning next time would be nice????]

[Al lights up the moment Scorpius walks in the room. Of course, the worries look on his face makes Albus wonder what the hell he's done now in the five minutes Scorpius left. He shrugs his shoulders, hoping Scorpius will forgive him. Again. For the billionth time today, it seems.]

This is Scorpius. My best mate. Practically glued at the hip we are. Ha...ha... Erm, what was that about the Ministry ohbloody hell...

[Albus had been so wrapped up in the events of the past day that he completely forgot about the mandatory registry. And someone has noticed. Of course. Could his day get any better?]

[Scorpius arrives and Ron knows immediately who he is, even if it hasn't been said yet. Merlin, it's like a funhouse mirror, only Ron is not having fun.]

You're a Malfoy--

[He starts to get up, though it's not the fact that he's looking at a bizarre Draco that makes him rise. He glances around them, then grabs for Albus' arm, looking for some purchase to pull him up.

It's the Ministry comment, and frankly it's got Ron looking plenty alarmed.]

We should go, find some place less crowded to talk. [And less likely to run into Ministry Death Eaters, that's definitely top of the list. Polite Malfoys (is that an oxymoron?), he'll deal with that later.]

[It's hardly the first time someone in Albus' family has judged him on sight, and he's doubtful it'll be the last. Nothing new there, which means he can soundly ignore how it still feels like a blow, how it makes something in him bristle and something else in him want to shrink into himself.

This Ron doesn't even know him, doesn't know either of them. He certainly doesn't have more claim to Albus' time than Scorpius does.]

Yes, we should. [As in, he's coming too, don't bother thinking otherwise!! He grabs Albus' other arm, walking towards the door.] Where can we go? At this time of day, everywhere's crowded.

[Well, this spiralled out of control fast. He should have said something to Ron about Scorpius before hand. Again, Albus didn't think. It had been years since Albus had to stand up to his family to defend Scorpius. He thought they were past all that, but of course, this Ron wouldn't know that. This version was still trapped in the past when Albus' and Scorpius' fathers were on opposite sides of a war. Still, that didn't make the slight sting any less.

He tugged his arm out of Ron's grasp and stood closer to Scorpius. It was clear who Albus was going to side with if Ron pushed the issue.]

Where I go, Scorpius goes. That's just the way of it. And we'll be happy to explain things better where there are less eyes and ears. However, we've a bigger problem that needs tending to. I'm expected at the Ministry. I doubt they'll look the other way if I put off registering any longer.

[It doesn't hurt, the way Albus pulls away from him - Ron doesn't know the guy, after all - but he could be Harry's double, hell if he's abandoning his nephew.

Family is important to Weasleys, after all.

His gaze shoots between the two, but it doesn't take much to huff out an impatient breath - fine, the Malfoy can come - that turns very quickly into more alarm, leading directly to outright panic.]

Absolutely not. [He keeps his voice low, shifting around a chair so he can lean in close enough to hope he won't be overheard.]

If you register, they'll have the Trace on you, and that's it. [trust nothing trust no one

wait, trust him, don't trust the ministry. yes that seems right. He pauses for all of half a second, then tries to usher them both outside again.]

I know a place, I can apparate us somewhere we can talk. [He thinks. Hopes. Please Merlin don't let him get Harry and Ginny's son murdered by soon-to-be Death Eaters or something.]

We don't have any other choice! I've already had to register, if you don't give them any reason to be suspicious, then they won't be! They already know about him, anyway, so it's too late. We'll have to be careful, but-- that would be true either way.

[Scorpius mutters in reply, eyes scanning the street. Maybe he hasn't lived through a war, but he's seen the place this world leads, and habits he'd developed there come back quick and hard.

He pushes away memories of an older Ron and Hermione, throwing themselves at a fleet of dementors so he would have a chance to make the world right again.

Albus is by his side this time. That makes it all so much more manageable. He turns back to Ron, smiling apologetically.] We'll have to talk later. He's already caught Auror attention, and they know him by name. That we got a warning at all is lucky, we shouldn't press it. We can meet up with you after?

[He doesn't like the idea of a Trace any more than Ron does. It reminds him too much of the time when his Dad tracked his movements at Hogwarts with the Marauders Map. Merlin, that had been hell, for more reasons than the constant vigilance.]

They summoned me by name. Based on what I've heard and what Scorpius has said, they're not the sort of people who ask twice. Unless the idea is to go into hiding for the rest of my life, I don't have any other choice.

[He gives Ron a comforting smile (or at least, what he thinks is a comforting smile) before he turns serious once more.]

You don't have to come with us. In fact, it's probably better if you don't. That way you might be able to avoid the registry as long as you can.

That's exactly the idea!

[Ron wonders how much they know, how much they can tell him and how much he and his friends and family will tell these kids in the future. Does he actually understand what he's walking into?

If Harry survives long enough to have a kid then he must survive this thing. So Voldemort can't, isn't that the point of the prophecy? This is too much thinking for Ron. He stops abruptly and looks between Scorpius and Albus. They're his age if they're a day. ]

They're all Death Eaters. You know what that means, don't you?

Yes, we know. And they have Ministry sanction to hunt down anyone they're aware of who hasn't registered. [Scorpius doesn't like either option, but this one seems the most manageable.]

They have the Trace on so many people, so long as you don't give them a reason to look into you, they won't bother to. As far as they're concerned, they've won. They have no reason to worry. Better to let them keep thinking that.

Uncle Ron.

[Albus walks over and puts his hand on Ron's shoulder. He gives him what he hopes is a reassuring smile.]

Trust me. There are things that Scorpius and I have been through that give us a bit of an edge here. We'll explain everything later. Just... keep yourself safe, yeah? I'll be sure to contact you after.

[He nearly snaps at Scorpius - not through any fault of his own, because when he's looking back at this from a reasonable standpoint he'll see there was none - but because he's saying things Ron does not want to hear and he looks so much like a Malfoy that, right now, it makes him a bit sick. Difficult not to imagine what Scorpius' father is doing right about now at home, and it entirely involves being a prick with a pricky tattoo on his arm doing Death Eater-y things with other Death Eaters.

Ron is so afraid for the family who must still be in their proper time, and it's so hard to separate that fear from this time, and from the apparent future.

Albus puts a hand on his shoulder and Ron struggles not to just scowl at him. His nephew. This feels like failure.

Maybe that's the problem. He already feels like he's not good enough at this.

He lets out a sharp breath he didn't realize he'd been holding.]

And you're better at not getting looked into than your dad was, I hope? [Things they've been through doesn't particularly inspire him with hope, but that just means Ron's resolve to hang about to keep Albus' head down is increasing.]

We've got each other's backs. [Scorpius stays back a bit, partially because Ron looks rather like he's looking for an excuse to hex him.

Not like this was his first time winning the man over. More like third. Even if he is rather younger this time...]

They're going to look into us no matter what, I think. Which is why we have to make it seem like there's nothing to see. [Granted, Scorpius has rather more of an edge than Albus, but... see point one: they have each other's backs.]

[Albus resists the urge to reach back and take Scorpius' hand to squeeze it - half in gratitude that Scorpius was there to have his back, half to reassure himself that no matter what Scorpius was there.]

And there isn't anything to see. Dad isn't even around and no one has ever heard of The Boy Who Lived. I'm just another Time Deviant with a pureblood last name.

[Albus gives Ron's shoulder a little shake and a look that he hopes exudes confidence and not the false bravado he's using to mask his own worry.]

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