My name is Al Porter, I'm blond, green-eyed, seven years old, and I'm worried about my family's mortgage.
My father is Harry Potter, the savior, and Draco Potter, the former head of the Malfoy family. I have a sister named Lila, who has black hair and green eyes and is good at dismantling potion racks. In order to pay off the mortgage, I opened a cross-time and space live broadcast room, and the signal was connected to Hogwarts in 1976 and 1996 at the same time.
Now, the wizarding world of both eras are following up on my family's daily life - my grandfather James Potter posts "My grandson is paying off the mortgage???" On the screen every day, sixteen-year-old Harry asks me in the barrage "Who do you call father???", And sixteen-year-old Draco silently turns off the screen every time he sees his future self blowing up the kitchen, but the next live broadcast appears on time.
Moongrass and roses are at war in the garden. The bacon my father fried in the living room was always burnt. Dad left breakfast for us with the patience of weighing moonstone powder. The mortgage is slowly decreasing, and the garden has gone from two plants to seven. And people from the two eras sent recipes, suggestions, exclamation points and letters that were never sent through barrages.
This is a story about gardens, about mortgages, about barrages across time and space, and about a blond man who spent a long time learning to lean on the shoulder of another black-haired man and close his eyes.
Reading tips: The full text of this article has been archived and will be updated steadily. First person perspective (Al), Easy Healing, HE.
Intention: People in the past saw the future and chose to make that future happen - not fate, but because it was worth confirming. Love is the only force that can travel through time.