It has been an year now. A year to the day when he found himself in the past. An eventful year, spent gathering information and trying to find employment. He has been lucky. Working now as an exotic creatures' ingredients gatherer, Rubeus has become the go-to guy for potion masters in Britain.
Knowledgeable about how to deal with even the most dangerous creatures, and in a way that lets both him and the creatures to live, Rubeus has become a well known figure.
He is happy. He is content. He is lonely. A year now he has spent, travelling, earning, and discovering new ways of treating the animals and beings he comes across. An adventurous year, but lonely. He has friends now, but his past as they know it, is a lie. Home-schooled, orphan, traveller.
It is November now. Christmas is coming, and with it comes the many memories of celebrating it at Hogwarts, and later on with Harry and the Weasleys. Laughter, joy, ale and good food. Presents shared and enjoyed, memories recalled of the ones lost to time and war. Christmas is coming, and he is lonely.
At least, that's his excuse for what he is doing, and he is going to stick to it when asked about it later. It is madness, he has spent many instances listening to Hermione lecture about time and how it must not be meddled with. But what was Rubeus to do, when he saw a heavily pregnant girl, shivering in the cold alleys of Knockturn Alley, and looking starved?
He could only do what he did. Take her home, feed her, and give her a warm place to stay. By the time he realised that she was Merope Gaunt, carrying the future Dark Lord, well. He would have done the same, even if he'd known beforehand.
AN: The chapters are going to be short. They are drabbles.