They say time moves forward, always forward. That memories are just echoes, never doors. But what if they were wrong?
Scott Greengrass had learned to live in shadows long before he learned to cast them. He was seventeen, tall for his age, and had eyes that seemed older than the world deserved. There was something in the way he walked, half rebel, half soldier. Like someone who had already fought a war no one knew about.
At Hogwarts, they called him Snake. Not just because he was in Slytherin. Not even because he could speak Parseltongue, although that certainly helped. It was because he was quiet. Coiled. Observant. Dangerous, but only if provoked.
Most thought he was just another Weasley kid, albeit the black sheep. Son of Ron Weasley, raised by Malfoys. An odd lineage for sure. But they didn't know the whole story. Not even close. No one knew about the ghosts.
Every 21st of the month, without fail, two shadows visited him: Salazar Slytherin and Tom Riddle. Ghosts, yes. Powerless, yes. But they whispered. Promised. Threatened. Begged. And worst of all, they understood him. That was the part that scared him the most.
He never told his friends. Not even James, who'd been there since they were babies. Not even Alissa, who somehow made him feel like he wasn't doomed to destroy everything he touched. Especially not his father, who had stopped seeing him as a son the moment the Sorting Hat whispered "Slytherin."
Scott was a prodigy. A werewolf. An Alpha. A wandless caster. A Parselmouth. He was also, in ways no one fully understood, the last heir of Slytherin. And while he never asked for any of it, he carried it all. But even with all that... He was still just a boy. Trying not to break.
That September morning, he looked out the window of the Hogwarts Express, watching the trees blur by, his fingers loosely curled around his wand. He had a strange feeling in his chest. Like the past was stretching its fingers toward the present. Like something was about to shift.
And it would.
Because time wasn't finished with them yet.
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Where the Time Turned
FanfictionScott Greengrass never asked to carry a name that echoed through the shadows of Hogwarts. Son of two enemies, raised by a family not entirely his own, marked by power he never wanted, he's done everything to stay in control. But control is a fragile...
