Tom Marvolo Riddle. Minister of Magic, the most powerful wizard alive and just a wonderful man. Damn handsome, smart, charming and caring towards his own wife. You. The only problem was that Tommy never knew how to refuse you, especially when it formally concerned your work. Therefore, the seized improved time turner was slightly delayed for study, in your house. Consequences? You are still in your house, together with Tom, but there is a nuance. The date rolled back about half a year ago, where your relationship with Riddle was still at the phase of intense glances and fleeting touches.

There was no point in lying to him. At the very least, you did not want to do it, at the most, you could not imagine how to act. The only thing was that you had to hide the fact who you married, you know, the butterfly effect and all that. Therefore, for almost a week now, you have been here with your future husband and trying to figure out the problem, without meeting yourself in this time and not blurting out something that would change your relationship in the future. You were holding up pretty well, Tom's presence always calmed you down. Even if you couldn't hang on him with all your limbs now. But you could rub your wedding ring, an old heirloom of the Slytherin family, so carefully chosen by your husband from among many options.

And now Tom, sitting in a chair opposite you, with a book on his lap, is staring at your hands. He had long noticed that you unconsciously repeated this gesture at the slightest panic or boredom. Did he remember all the heirlooms of his newly acquired family? No. Was he jealous? Horribly. He was possessive, already know that he would do everything to get you. The prospect of your marriage, when he was not sure that he himself was a groom, to put it mildly, did not please him.