A/N: I am reposting the first four chapters of this story because I noticed some mistakes that I had to correct. Anyone who's read this story before needn't read it again just skim through so if there are any big changes you know about it.

My replies to old reviews is still going to be there in acknowledgement of the great encouragement that my readers offered me. I am sorry for disappearing on them like this. I just hope now that I am back, that I can do justice to my story and my readers by completing it.

"Hey…..Regis , Terry…wait up! You know I am not as fast as you both and you are just walking."

"It's not our fault that we have long legs little sis….blame it on genetics…after all you are a carbon copy of mum, aren't you?"

"Shut up, Terrance. I know that very well. But as gentlemen and my older brothers aren't you supposed to be protecting me from possible danger!"

"Danger?! I am amazed….at last the mighty Abigail admits she is afraid of what…walking on an empty street."

"Whatever….I am just asking you two to slow down. That's not much is it? And talking about genetics, if you remember correctly older brother I also have happened to inherit mums temper and hexing skills. So if you do not wish to be hexed, you will shut up."

"But what did I do to receive the pleasure of being hexed by my little sister?"

"You did not…but Amaara sure did. If you do not want me to hex you in place of her you will shut up. Ughhhhh….I feel like killing her. This is all because of you. You are the reason we are in this mess."

"ME! Really! If you wouldn't have ended up locked in the bathroom with your clothes lost we would be sitting in the carriages right now. "

"Hey it's not my fault….besides it was your ex-girlfriend who locked me up and took away my clothes in the first place. If you wouldn't have broken up with her in front of the whole of the Great Hall this would have never happened."

"I…."

"Will you two stop it! Move on okay. We got off the Train before it left to return to London. That's what's important. Walk now." It was Regis who spoke this time. They shut up instantly shooting silent glares at each other.

Soon they were nearing Hogwarts. They started running towards it and as usual the Goddess of Clumsiness, Miss Abigail tripped on a stone and fell facewards on the ground sending her shoulder bag flying and then landing with thud and a breaking sound. Her brothers rushed back to help her up and gather her things. As soon as, Terrance bent down to pick a broken glass object Abigail rushed to stop him.

"Don't touch that, Terry!"

"What…why?!"

"Its….."

But it was too late to explain. Everything started spinning around them as soon as Terry touched it. It was over as soon as it had come, but something was different.

"You git…don't you recognize a time turner when you see one! How in the name of merlin did you get 10 OWLs in your 5th year?!"

"Relax Abby…it doesn't look like anything happened. The thing was broken."

"That's what it is, isn't it…you never know what a broken time turner can do!"

"Well then why didn't you say so before?"

"You did not give me a chance to, did you!"

"Guys…"

"What?!" Abigail and Terrance shouted together.

"Was it raining before….you know…before..."

"Uh no…this can't be good. Check your pockets for your trunks." Abigail ordered and her brothers followed.

Satisfied they looked at each other, "what do we do now?" Mr. Dumb, the Great Terrance asked.

"Duhhh…we proceed to the castle and see what you have got us into now."

"I did no-…."

"Shut up and walk."

Soon they were standing outside the Great Hall. The doors were closed but they could hear voices from the inside. "Brace yourselves. This might not be good," Abigail said and pushed open the doors. The faces that turned to look at them were all unfamiliar. They did not stop in their tracks and walked straight to the teachers table to the now Headmistress, Professor McGonagall.

"Ummm…excuse me professor. Could we please have a word with you in private," asked Abigail.

The headmistress just nodded and led them out of the Great Hall to her office. As soon as they were inside, she proceeded to seat herself behind the desk and gestured them to the empty ones, while asking them to continue.

"Headmistress, before I proceed could you please be kind enough to tell us what year is this?" Abigail asked.

"2023, dear." Looking at them amusedly. She could not believe the resemblance they had to her most favourite of students. This had to be a miracle or a dream. While the girl looked just like her mother, only with her father's eyes, the boys resembled their father but had the softness in their features which they clearly would have inherited from their mother.

"Actually, Headmistress….we are from the year 2046. And we travelled here by mistake through a broken time turner, while we were on our way to Hogwarts, walking, as we had missed the carriages." It was Terrance who spoke this time, having sensed the sudden inability to speak that had taken over the senses of his siblings.

"Very well. All I can say is, we will try to help you get back to your time but I do not promise anything. Meanwhile, you three could stay here and study while we try to find a way back for you. Now what did you say your names and houses were?"

"We didn't ma'am. I am Terrance Draco Malfoy, 7th year, Gryffindor and Head Boy. Well, at least I was to be in 2046."

Abigail just rolled her eyes at him and continued, "Abigail Rose Malfoy, 5th year, Gryffindor and no more prefect."

"Regis Louis Malfoy, 5th year, Slytherin. Me and Abby are twins. "