"That's a whole story in itself, Love."

"Tom, my mother is alive?" Harry asked breathlessly. "How? What happened? Does that mean that my dad and Siri are alive too?"

"Maybe we should sit back down, and I'll explain the best I can." Tom answered pulling Harry back to the chair he'd been sitting in before. Instead of pushing him down into the chair, Tom sat down and pulled Harry into his lap.

"If my parents are alive, why was I at the Dursley's house when I jumped back to this time?" Harry had many questions bubbling up in his mind. "How come you remember me when it's obvious that Sev didn't?"

"Slow down, Harry. There's a lot to tell. Many things happened after your last jump. Not to mention the prophecy Tavisel told to us."

"I don't care about any stupid prophecy! I want to know what happened. I need to know! Then, I'm going to see my parents!" Harry was just a bit overwhelmed. Who would have thought he could feel that way again? He thought he'd be used to things being all wacky by now.

"I'll tell you. But, first, let's have a cup of tea." Tom wrapped his arms tightly around Harry's waist, more to keep him still than to embrace him. Then, he called for a house-elf. "Twinkly!"

"Whats can Twinklys bes getting for the Lords?" The diminutive figure squeaked when she popped in.

"Just some tea for now, and please inform the charms, DADA, potions, and flying instructors that their presence is requested in my office in about a hour."

"Twinkly wills be happy to do as Tommy Sirs asks." The little creature replied with a vigorous nod and popped away.

"Tommy?" Harry giggled and poked Tom in the side.

"I don't know why she insists on calling me that. I've told her a thousand times to call me Tom." Tom poked Harry back causing him to giggle even harder.

"Please explain to me what I've missed. I knew that my traveling would change some things, but I'm really lost on how much it's changed."

Tom wasn't really sure how to tell Harry about everything that had happened. Where did he start? With Gabriel? Dumbledore? Grindelwald? Or his parents? If he started with his parents, Harry wouldn't want to listen to the rest of it. If he started with Gabriel, Harry would probably go off half cocked and get himself into trouble again. Well, looked like he was going to start by telling him about Dumbledore and Grindelwald.

"I guess I should start with why I'm under a Dumbledore glamour." Tom began while Harry got more comfortable in his lap. If the man didn't stop wiggling around like that, the only story he would be telling would have Harry as the star and bent over his desk naked. Oh, that was a pleasant thought.

"Go ahead. I am curious as to why you would willingly look like the old man. Where is he anyway?" Harry asked finally getting comfortable. Tom sighed in relief.

"He's dead. He's been dead since he and Grindelwald had their duel back in the forties."

"Dead? What? How did that happen? I thought that he was being kept around after that duel? I saw him when I met my parents in the seventies!"

"That wasn't Dumbledore. We didn't know it at the time though. It was Gellert under a glamour."

"Wait. I thought you defeated Grindelwald and that was why you kept tabs on Dumbledore after all of the other stuff he did back then?"

"I thought so too. The duel I had with Gellert wasn't with Gellert. It was Dumbledore. Gellert had gotten his hands on some kind of artifact that caused the men to switch bodies. So, when I dueled him, it wasn't him. He was in Dumbledore's body, and Dumbledore was in his. It was all very confusing. I didn't find out about Gellert until your birth in 1980."

"So, they switched bodies, Dumbledore was killed, Grindelwald was stuck in Dumbledore's body, and then what? He just pretended to be Dumbledore?"

"Pretty much, yes. I had a feeling something was off with the old man. He didn't seem as nefarious as I had known him to be. I began questioning his actions when he demanded to be present at your birth. It was then I found out what had happened. Gellert was still trapped inside of Dumbledore's body and had planned on using a celestial event, the blue moon the night you were born, to release himself. The only problem was that he would die unless he could find a new body."

"He was going to try to possess me wasn't he?"

"No, actually. He was going to try to possess your father."

"My father? Which one?" Harry asked with a laugh. "I bet he wouldn't have had much luck with any of the three of them. They're all unusually stubborn."

"That they are, and that was the biggest difficulty Gellert had to overcome."

"So, what did he do? It's obvious that his plan failed."

"Somewhat. He did manage to possess someone."

"Oh? And who would that be?"

"Galadriel."

"Gabe's brother?!" Harry exclaimed. He was astonished. Why was Galadriel even there for his birth?

"Yes. It was quite interesting too." Tom smirked at the gobsmacked look on Harry's face.

"Why was that stuck up elf even there for my birth?"

"The reigning elven lord is always present at the birth of the future king." Tom answered nonchalantly while trying to gauge Harry's response to that little tidbit of information.

"King?" Harry whispered. "What king?"

"You, Harry." Tom whispered back. "You are the future king of the royal elves. It was why Tavisel sent that letter to you. It was why Gabriel was so drawn to you even though I'm his mate. It was also why you have three fathers and one mother."

"Yeah, about that. How exactly do I have three fathers? I figured out they were my parents when they started discussing the resemblance between me and them, but I never knew how it happened."

"That would be another story for another day."

"I want to know now! You have to tell me!" Harry began squirming around in frustration in Tom's lap again.

"If you don't stop wiggling around like that, we'll be 'discussing' something else with you bent over my desk, brat."

"Oh, is that so?" Harry smirked and turned to straddle the handsome man he was currently driving insane with lust.

"Yes." With that one word, Tom pulled Harry down hard into his lap and swept him into a kiss so intense that Harry moaned loudly.

"Eh hem!" Someone cleared their throat loudly, and obnoxiously as far as Harry was concerned.

"What?! Can't you see we're busy here?" Harry sighed in exasperation.

"Well, it isn't every day that I receive a summons to the headmaster's office regarding a son that I apparently didn't remember ever having until he somehow 'jumped' back to this time period. So, I believe that it disturbs an interruption of your current activities." A voice responded coldly from the doorway causing Harry to look up and see who was actually there.

"Siri?" Harry gasped loudly as he scrambled from Tom's lap and ran to one of his fathers.

"Harry? I thought you would be younger."

"I'm officially sixteen, but physically I'm around eighteen years old. Um, time travel will do that to a body." Harry answered sheepishly. "Can I have a hug?"

"Oh Harry, of course you can!" A woman's voice piped up from behind Sirius before a petite little redhead pushed her way past Sirius.

"Mum?" Harry asked breathlessly. "Is it really you?"

"Yes, Baby. It's really me." Lily replied with a huge grin and tears pooling in her eyes.