Time Turner Mishaps {Under Editing}

*Chapter 17

12 Grimmauld Place, 1995

Lena and Cole stayed hidden in their little bubble joking around with each other just like the time-traveler fondly remembered. Finally telling his past love all of the funny and amazing moments he wished he could have shared with her. Cole freaking out at Davina's first period and handing her a small muggle bandaid. Meeting Ty's first girlfriend and embarrassing him with baby pictures, just like they both planned to do when they had kids. And even though he had once been married to the witch, Cole even told her about his wedding to Nina.

 At first, Lena found it strange to hear him talk about falling in love and marrying another woman when she was still waiting excitedly to marry him in her time. But, she tried her best to separate the past and future Coles, into two different people in her mind. After that, it became easy to listen to his stories. They were best friends first, after all. 

Cole could tell Lena was slightly hurt hearing the stories and milestones she'd miss of her kids one day. He could see her glassy eyes and tight throat choking back tears, but every time he hesitated, Lena would reassure him she was fine. Saying she wants to know everything she possibly could about her family so that when it's her time, and the obliviation wears off, she can remember everything as if she was there. 

Eventually, the two decided they couldn't hide away forever, Lena reminding him that she wasn't the only one he had to say goodbye to. So the best friends begrudgingly left the warm, content atmosphere of the tapestry room and stepped foot out into the hallway. 

It didn't take Cole long to find the other person he was looking for. His father was waiting patiently, for once, right outside the door. Sirius couldn't imagine the pain his son must have gone through after his death and promised to be there for him at that moment, while he still could. So, as he caught the eyes that were identical to his own, he took two steps forward and wrapped his son in a firm hug. Lena smiled as Sirius whispered reassurances to his grown son and turned away to give them privacy.

The Hufflepuff quickly realized as she made her way through the tense and melancholic flat that Cole wasn't the only one who came to say goodbye. By the fireplace, future George wore a radiant smile as he joked with Fred(I).

"Ickle Ronnikins is running our joke shop? Has the world gone mad! Next, you'll tell me that Perce is married!"

On the sofa, Ty, Davina, and Benji were all saying goodbye to Ella. Missing her dearly after her passing a few years before. In the corner, she saw Tonks and Remus thanking future Harry for taking care of Teddy. The ex-professor, making sure to keep his arm around the clumsy Auror's waist as more and more tears streamed down her face. 

Tonks wasn't usually emotional, but the past two days had been quite overwhelming for her. Not only did she discover that she would marry the man she loves and have a child with him, but that she and her husband would die before her son was barely even two months old. On top of feeling miserable for leaving her son alone, she couldn't help but feel ecstatic that Remus finally got over his fears and revealed his true feelings for her after learning about Teddy. Tonks only hoped that their relationship would somehow continue even after being obliviated. To say her emotions were all over the place would be to put things mildly. 

But, if Tonks was a wreck, she was nothing compared to Harry. Although the Boy-Who-Lived wasn't consumed in tears, he was still choking back the guilt he felt as Remus continued to say how thankful he was. Each time Tonks sniffled or Remus mentioned how proud Harry's parents would be, he couldn't help but think he didn't deserve any of it.

As Harry looked over Remus' shoulder and saw all the teary-eyed faces of the past and future generations saying goodbye to the ones who died, he couldn't help but feel responsible for their pain. He knew that what happened to people during the war wasn't his fault and that they chose to fight, knowing the consequences. He had heard it all from Ginny and his friends, and a few years after the war, he finally accepted it wasn't his fault. The only one to blame was Voldemort, and knowing that, Harry no longer apologized or asked people for forgiveness. But that doesn't mean he still didn't feel the need to, especially as he stared at the deceased faces he considered his family as a boy. They had helped him, risked their lives for his safety, and fought by his side in the final battle. Yet, he wished he could have helped more, ended the war sooner—anything to show his gratitude other than caring for an infant whose parents passed away fighting his war.