This happened after a all night X-Files season one marathon and a whole lot of Next Gen HP fanfic.

if I owned X-Files, I'd be married to Mulder.

If I owned Harry Potter...You don't want to know.

Setting: the basement office of the FBI building.

AGENTS Scully and Mulder are bored

ENTER Rose Weasley, holding a broken Time-Turner.

Let the hilarity begin.

Scully sighed. It was hot, it was only ten in the morning, and there

was nothing to do.

She looked over at her partener, Fox Mulder. He was tilted back in his

chair, eyes closed, s soft snorting sound emenating from him.

Was he-he WAS! He was sleeping!

Why should he get to sleep when she didn't?

"Mulder!"

"Huh? Wazzgoinon?"

He snapped his head up and just barely managed not to fall out of his

chair.

"Aren't we supposed to be WORKING?"

Streching, he reached for his files.

"I don't think there's anything to work ON. Besides, we're not

supposed to advance the plot until next episode."

"Well, couldn't we-"

Just then, a red haired girl fell seemingly out of the sky into the

office.

She got up shakily, and reached for a gold chain around her neck.

Pulling out a charm-broken now-shaped like a hourglass, she cursed.

Scully made a noise that sounded like "meep"

The girl turned around, reaching into her pocket. Mulder reached for

his gun, but she was only holding-

"a stick?", he asked, confused.

The girl hastily hid the stick back in her pocket.

"Who are you people? What am I doing here?"

"We could be asking you the same questions."

Scully seemed to have recovered.

"I...I don't know...something went wrong...Who are you? Where am I?"

"I'm agent Mulder, this is agent Scully. You're in the FBI office

building."

"In the spooky part." Scully muttered.

"FB what now? I'm Rose Weasley"

"Federal Bureau of Investigation."

"Is that like the Ministry? Are you Aurors?"

"What?"

A look of realization dawned on her face.

"Never mind. Do you have a fireplace by chance?"

"No...Listen, do you remember anything? Bright lights, lost time,

strange noises?"

"N-"

"Excuse us for a second" Scully said, pulling him into the hallway.

"Mulder! What do you think you're doing? You can't just go asking her

if she's been abducted!"

"Im not."

"then what-"

"did you see that charm she had?"

"yes, it was shaped like an hourglass. So?"

"So, we have reports of five people showing up with charms like that.

The thing is, all the others were dead."

"Dead?"

"Dead. This is the only time we've got a live person, I want to talk

to her, see if we can get some information."

"Honestly, Mulder. She's just a kid. Even if something strange

happened, we should get her back to her parents-not question her."

"Uh, guys?" she stepped out into the hallway, stuffing what looked

like a pink cord into her pocket.

"That might be a problem."

"How?" Scully asked.

"Its 1992, right?"

"Yes..."

Mulder looked like he was about to burst with happiness. A time

traveler was one of his favorite therios.

"Well, right now, my parents are eleven."