Time is a Funny Thing – Rating T
Chapter 01 – The Time Travelers Visit
Summary – Following events in the 'Confessions', and 'The New Batch', one should always remember not to mess with Time Tuners, especially not on Christmas Day...even if it's all because of James Potter and his half bother Hugo... A Next Generation meets their parents past story.
Pairings – Harry/Hermione, Arthur/Molly, Sirius/Amelia
Warnings – Contains some swearing, mild swearing and Dumbledore bashing
A/N – I've tweaked the story a bit, compared to what it was originally when it was uploaded. Most of it is still the same however…
-Time is a Funny Thing–-
Number 12, Grimmauld Place, London, England
New Timeline – 19th December 1995
'I'm not the weapon after all!' thought Harry. His heart swelled with happiness and relief, and he felt like joining in as they heard Sirius tramping past their door toward Buckbeak's room, singing "God Rest Ye Merry, Hippogriffs" at the top of his voice.
How could he have dreamed of returning to Privet Drive for Christmas? Sirius's delight at having the house full again, and especially at having Harry back, was infectious. He was no longer their sullen host of the summer; now he seemed determined that everyone should enjoy themselves as much, if not more, than they would have done at Hogwarts, and he worked tirelessly in the run-up to Christmas Day, cleaning and decorating with their help, so that by the time they all went to bed on Christmas Eve the house was barely recognizable.
The tarnished chandeliers were no longer hung with cobwebs but with garlands of holly and gold and silver streamers; magical snow glittered in heaps over the threadbare carpets; a great Christmas tree, obtained by Mundungus and decorated with live fairies, blocked Sirius's family tree from view; and even the stuffed elf heads on the hall wall wore Father Christmas hats and beards.
Harry awoke on Christmas morning to find a stack of presents at the foot of his bed and Ron already halfway through opening his own, rather larger, pile.
"Good haul this year," he informed Harry through a cloud of paper. "Thanks for the Broom Compass, it's excellent, beats Hermione's — she's got me a homework planner —"
Harry sorted through his presents and found one with Hermione's handwriting on it. She had given him a book as well that resembled a diary, except that it said things like "Do it today or later you'll pay!" every time he opened a page.
Sirius and Lupin had given Harry a set of excellent books entitled Practical Defensive Magic and Its Use Against the Dark Arts, which had superb, moving colour illustrations of all the counter jinxes and hexes it described. Harry flicked through the first volume eagerly; he could see it was going to be highly useful in his plans for the D.A.
Hagrid had sent a furry brown wallet that had fangs, which were presumably supposed to be an anti-theft device, but unfortunately prevented Harry putting any money in without getting his fingers ripped off.
Tonks's present was a small, working model of a Firebolt, which Harry watched fly around the room, wishing he still had his full-size version; Ron had given him an enormous box of Every-Flavour Beans; Mr. and Mrs. Weasley the usual hand-knitted jumper and some mince pies; and Dobby, a truly dreadful painting that Harry suspected had been done by the elf himself. He had just turned it upside down to see whether it looked better that way when, with a loud crack, Fred and George Apparated at the foot of his bed.
Suddenly they heard a thud in the hallway and everyone went out to investigate, pulling wands out of their pockets or from tableside cabinets.
"THIS BETTER NOT BE ONE OF YOUR PRANKS JAMES SIRIUS POTTER OR SO HELP ME- "
"Calm down Mom. I just 'accidentally' pressed the button on the time tuner. Dad shouldn't have left it out." The raven-haired boy told his mother. "Looks like you, Dad and Unspeakable Boot need to fix it...again."
"James, you knew what would happen. Last time you messed with time tuners, we ended up messing up Aunt Angelina's wedding to Uncle George. Do you remember what he did to you afterwards?" The second raven-haired boy reminded his brother. He noticed his mother sobbing and then noticed the audience they had. The bushy haired lady stood up and ran over to Fred, hugging him in the same way Molly Weasley would.
"Oh Fred, you're alive." She sobbed. She turned to Sirius and hugged him too. "Don't you dare, under any circumstances, teach James your pranks otherwise it won't be your deranged cousin that kills you, it'll be me who does," she told him quietly. "On the other hand, it's been ages since I've been able to hug you Padfoot."
"Mom." One of the girls, one with black bushy hair, said "You look pretty at my age."
"Thanks Rosie." The older woman said. She looked at her younger version and smiled. "Its still weird being Hermione Potter!"
"Alright, who are you and how did you get here?" Mad Eye Moody snarled to the new arrivals.
"Allow me to introduce myself. I'm prank expert James Sirius Potter, named after Granddad Prongs and Padfoot. Along with Cousin Fred, we make up the Beaters for Gryffindor. My friends in the New Marauders call me Rebel because I end up in more detentions than Padfoot, Granddad Prongs, Uncle Gred and Uncle Forge have ever been in combined. Oh, and I hate my birth mom" The older boy said, noticing the maniacal grins of the twins.
"Who was your birth mother?" Molly asked, confused about why someone would hate their parents.
"Ginny Weasley." The other girl, her red hair shining in the Christmas light. "She cheated on daddy several times and so daddy divorced her."
"Did you hear that Fred?" George asked
"I sure did George-" Fred replied
"Sounds like Harrikins-"
"Had a prankster for a son." Finishing together. The older woman threw a shoe at Fred in embarrassment. The second raven-haired lad hit James on the side then pushed him back. He turned to the assembled crowd.
"I'm Albus Severus Potter, unfortunately named after Professors Dumbledore and Snape. I tried to beat Fathers record of trying to become the youngest Seeker but didn't get to as my sister Rose got the position." The second child said, smiling at Harry. "There again if it weren't for the Slytherins being stupid, she wouldn't have got the position. Like Father I enjoy DADA, especially as he has taught me before I went to Hogwarts, just like my brothers and sisters.
"Oh, by the way dad, it's a pity you and mom didn't dance at the Yule Ball as I overheard her telling my sister Amelia and mom Susan about the Yule Ball, and that she had it ruined by a certain redhead. Also, after your third year, mom fell in love with the real you but Grandfather James's portrait says it's the stubbornness in the genes given to you by Grandmother Lily that causes you not to notice her yet." He continued, smiling. "At least you made the correct choice when Dad divorced mine, James and Lily's birth mom, Ginny Weasley, and got with our 'real' mom, Hermione Granger. There again, both mom and dad were having affairs at the time, mom sleeping with Draco Malfoy, Neville Longbottom and Dean Thomas."
"You...you've spoken to...James and Lily's portrait?" Sirius asked, turning to Albus, "Where is it?"
"It's in the Potter family vault, along with the one that you started to have made of yourself." The older Hermione replied. "At the moment, only Harry can get to it as his parents will made him the head of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Potter. That means he's Lord Potter, along with being head of the Great Alliance."
"The Great Alliance? Lord Potter? I don't know what you mean?" Harry said, looking confused. "I didn't know Mom and Dad made a will!"
"Didn't Professor Dumbledore tell you?" the older Hermione asked "I know I remember Padfoot was going to tell you this week but the way I remember it, he never did. Hang on a sec, I just want to try something."
She waved her wand over the assembled crowd in a complicated pattern, muttering incantations. "Looks like you've all had memory charms put on you. Even Molly and Arthur have had them!"
"How...how do we get them removed?" the younger Hermione asked, annoyed that someone altered their memories. "And who the hell did it?"
"Firstly, Gringotts have a ritual which removes blocks and all dark magic from you," she replied, noting the anger from everyone, "And it's all because of a prophecy, the thing that is being guarded in the Department of Mysteries."
-Time is a Funny Thing–-
A/N – Coming Up in Chapter 02 – Gringotts get visited, the remaining time travellers introduce themselves and Sirius bumps into Amelia Bones
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Story ID - 056 / / / Chapter Written Date - 12/06/2016