Plot: Lorcan and Lysander Scamander are in loads of trouble. They (and by "they" I mean Lysander) accidentally caused their parents not to meet- and on top of that, a certain Mrs. Scamander is now in a relationship with an old flame who isn't the twins' future father as a result of what they've done. It seems that the more the boys try to meddle, the more Luna falls in love with Neville Longbottom. The only person who can save the lives of Lorcan and Lysander is Rolf Scamander himself. But how do you go about telling someone that you're his kids from sixteen years in the future?

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, Luna Lovegood-Scamander, Rolf/Lorcan/Lysander Scamander, Neville Longbottom, or any other characters you recognize. If I did, I wouldn't be writing fanfiction... but I also make no profit from this whatsoever and all that jazz.

LLRS

Chapter 1: A Chance Encounter

July 18th, 2001

20-year-old Luna Lovegood was in the marketplace, reading an article from the Quibbler. Her father had been letting her take over more and more duties for the magazine, and Luna knew he intended to pass it on to her entirely very soon. He wasn't getting any younger, Xenophilius always said.

The newest article was very nice. The new intern had a knack for writing stellar stories about various topics that were driving sales up by a wide margin. Secretly, Luna was paying the intern. She felt that she deserved it.

Luna was so engrossed in her magazine that she didn't notice the young man walking in the opposite direction and crashed into him head-on.

"I'm sorry, sir," Luna apologized with a bright smile.

The young man gave her one in return and helped her to her feet. "That's all right. Here… a pretty flower for a pretty flower." He turned to the florist's stand behind him and plucked a single red rose from the basket, placing a galleon on the counter before handing the flower to Luna.

Luna's eyes sparkled as she looked at the rose in her hand. "Thank you."

"What sort of gentleman would I be if I didn't give such a lovely lady something that almost matches her beauty?" said the young man.

Cheeks reddening, Luna smiled. "I'm Luna."

"Rolf," said the young man.

"Rolf Scamander?"

He looked puzzled that she recognized him. "Yes I am."

Luna was delighted. "Oh, your grandfather's book—Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them—is one of my favorites. Rolf, I write for the Quibbler. Is it true Mr. Newt Scamander saw a herd of nargles on his travels? Do you think you could introduce me to him?"

Rolf took Luna's basket off her arm to carry it for her as they walked. Luna noted how much of a gentleman he was.

"I'm sure he wouldn't mind," said Rolf, "But he's one hundred and four now. He might not remember everything about his work in magizoology."

"That's all right. Anything he remembers would make an amazing article" said Luna.

They walked further down the cobblestone street. Rolf stopped outside of a tall building. "I have to go. My lunch break is nearly over," he said, looking reluctant.

"Perhaps we can keep in touch?" said Luna, rising on her toes with a hopeful expression.

"I would enjoy that."

Luna smiled again. "So would I."

LLRS

July 18th, 2017

In a small house near Ottery St. Catchpole, 13-year-old Lorcan Scamander gagged as his parents told him and his twin brother Lysander the story of how they met, again. It was the same every year on their anniversary (because Rolf had found it so romantic if he took Luna back to the same place they had met and proposed there, and then they got married on May 18th, the day they met).

Rolf and Luna looked lovingly at each other, obviously not hearing their son's protests. "I knew right then that I was going to marry her," Rolf finished.

Lorcan mouthed the words along with his father, earning him a hit from Lysander. He knew that Lysander found the whole story just as romantic as their parents. He also knew that Lysander pulled the "pretty flower for a pretty flower" line on Rose Weasley and earned a glass of pumpkin juice in the face.

The man picked up a picture off the family's piano and looked at it. It showed a 23-year-old Luna and a 26-year-old Rolf, both tired and sweaty yet smiling up at the camera. Newborn Lorcan's face was screwed up on the verge of tears, but Lysander was as happy as he could be.

"Two years later we got married, and after another year we had you boys," Luna finished. "And you all know when Lacey was born." She smiled at her youngest child, a girl of seven sitting on the couch next to her father.

"I know," said Lorcan. "You tell us the same boring old story every year. We know how it ends. You two fall in love and live happily ever after, blah blah blah."

"You should be happy all that 'blah blah blah' happened. You three wouldn't be around otherwise," said Rolf.

Lacey nodded firmly. "Lorcan's a party pooper."

Her other brother agreed and ruffled her hair. "I agree with you one hundred percent."

Lorcan rolled his eyes. Lysander was his twin. He was supposed to team up with Lorcan, not Lacey. It was a fact of nature for twins.

Rolf grabbed Luna by the hand and pulled her out of her seat and to him, using his wand to turn the record player on. They waltzed around the room, singing along to the song as they danced. Lysander smiled in his parents' direction while Lorcan gagged.

"I'm going upstairs," he said. "I don't want to watch my parents making goo-goo eyes at each other."

He went up to the room he shared with his twin and flopped onto the bed with an eye roll. Lysander followed with a confused look on his face. "Hey what's your problem, Lorcan?" he asked. "You do this every year."

"I'm fine," said Lorcan.

Lysander shrugged. "Anyway, we're about to go out to eat to celebrate. Is their present ready?"

Lorcan pointed to a package on his desk, wrapped in bright purple wrapping paper. "No purple," Lysander said. "I'll rewrap it in blue."

"It's fine—"

"I've got it."

Tearing off the wrapping paper, Lysander removed the antique watch from the box and tissue paper it was encased in and set it out on the desk. He began to search the room for the blue wrapping paper, upsetting drawers in the process.

"Stop that," Lorcan said. He ran over and snatched the watch away from Lysander. "You're going to break it! This thing cost us four months' allowance each. You're so clumsy."

"Stuff it." It was rare for Lysander to speak harshly to anyone, especially not to his brother. Lorcan knew he must have hit a nerve. He grabbed the watch back. "You're always so rude and… and…"

"You're so eloquent." Lorcan smirked at him.

"I said stuff it!"

The two brothers were soon fighting, rolling around and clawing at one another in an attempt to prove themselves as the superior twin and come out on top with the watch. It was a battle of wills, and neither of them wanted to back down.

All of a sudden there was a thud and the two brothers were thrown apart from each other and across the room.

What did he do? Lorcan thought.