A Glitch In The Timeline

by Unwritten Whispers

"You think like an Auror, but you have feelings that could get you killed. Sometimes you must make choices that you won't like. You can't save everybody." "Watch me!" - four 16 year olds from 3 different timelines end up in 1978. Now Avianna and Scorpius Malfoy, along with Draco and Neville are racing to save Order members and future Death Eaters from Voldemort! FULL SUMMARY!

1. Through The Years

Disclaimer: You guys know how it goes – everything you recognize belongs to JK Rowling, I am merely playing with her characters like puppets(: OH AND LET IT BE KNOWN THAT WHEN I PICTURE REGULUS BLACK, I PICTURE KYLE SCHMID! SO THAT IS WHO I IMAGINE WHEN I WRITE ABOUT REGULUS – THE VERY EXTREMELY GOOD LOOKING KYLE SCHMID. I DON'T OWN HIM EITHER… I wish I did though!

Full Summary: The children of Dramione (both 16 years old) get sucked into a timeline. 16 year old Neville and 16 year old Draco are also both taken from their own separate timelines and thrown into this old timeline with Avianna and Scorpius – taking them to 1978. Draco and Avianna are both in Slytherin while Neville and Scorpius are in Gryffindor. Draco and Neville are placed in 7th year so they can befriend the Marauders while Scorpius and Avianna are in 6th year. Meaning to only save the Potters from being killed in a couple of years while telling the Order where to find the Horcruxes, Avianna ends up falling in love with Regulus Black and becomes best friends with Rabastan Lestrange. Draco and Neville soon find love as well and the time-travelers end up changing the timeline in more ways than they thought they could…

I know that stories about going into the past are overdone, but writing this story helped me get out of a sort of funk I've been in and I tried to make it different from any other past story that I've read or heard about(: I finished writing all of it in only a week, and it sort of breezes through quickly. It's a short chaptered story, but I made each chapter no shorter than 16 pages long, some are even 30 pages long. This story is already completely pau on my laptop and only needs to be uploaded(:

Through The Years

July, 2021

With dark blue eyes narrowed from annoyance, the calloused pale colored hands shoved the heavy wooden door open. The object of his annoyance was lying atop the emerald colored comforter meant to shield her body from the cold weather outside. The slightly pale complexion of her skin was hidden beneath the grey sweats stolen from his dresser and the long sleeved Chudley Cannons jersey stolen from her cousin's dresser. Long strawberry blonde curls were spread throughout the bed, and smeared eyeliner could be seen along her closed eyes. Feeling the anger bubbling inside of him, he spotted the darkened bite mark between her left ear and neck.

"Wake up!" he shouted, shooting a stinging hex at her.

Jumping up with a shriek, the darkest shade of brown eyes looked up at him. "What the hell are you doing, Scorpius?" she shouted at him.

"Aww, no fair, you woke her up already," yawned a voice from the doorway. The annoyed blonde teen and the aggravated curly haired teen both turned to see a dark haired boy with bright green colored eyes staring at them. "I told you to wait for me, Scorp."

Yawning, dark blue painted nails covered the pale mouth, and the girl scowled at both of them. "Is there a reason why you're both plotting to wake me up with stinging hexes?"

"You didn't come in until two this morning," the blonde one hissed at her.

Seeing that the girl was about to deny the accusations, the dark haired teen rolled his eyes. "James and I were talking to Uncle Sirius's portrait when you got in," he told her.

"It could have been Teddy," she sneered. "He's always sneaking in late at night."

"But Teddy doesn't usually giggle while walking up the stairs," the dark haired boy smirked. "We were going to confront you about it, but Uncle Sirius seemed to think it was amusing, so he told us to let it go."

"And since when did letting it go mean telling Scorpius?"

"Since I wake up at five in the morning to an owl from Nott telling me how good my sister is with her tongue!" the blonde shouted at her in annoyance. "What the hell, Avianna!"

The flames could be seen in the darkness of the brown colored orbs, and both boys had enough common sense to step back. Bright green eyes searched for the girl's wand. "And what do you think that means?" she shouted back at him.

"Well, everyone knows how much of a slag you are!" he hissed at her.

There were no tears in the young teen's eyes; only rage and hurt. "I was at the Leaky Cauldron with Teddy, Victoire, Alice, and Lysander last night – James was there for a while too, until he got sick of watching Teddy and Vic snogging all night. We ran into Shawn, and he had Nott with him. We all know how much Alice has a crush on Shawn, so we invited them over to us. While hanging out with them we ran into Lavender and her boyfriend. I remembered Dad telling me that if I wasn't back by the time he came home from work, he would take my wand away until school started up again, so Nott offered to walk me home. We ended up arguing about Ireland cheating in order to beat England, and by the time we reached here we started snogging. Uncle Harry knows; he's the one who caught us. He told Nott to beat it then he told me to hurry up and get upstairs before Dad got home and killed me."

"You mean my dad was the-"

She ignored the black haired boy with confusion in his face, "Really, Scorpius?" the hurt was starting to override the anger now, but there were still no tears. "You would think the worst of me because of what everyone at Hogwarts says? You're supposed to be my family, you're supposed to defend me when people talk – not believe them. You're supposed to ignore them the same way I ignore them when they talk about you!"

Alabaster colored hands were clenching, and he could feel the wood of his wand stabbing into his palms. "Well, I wouldn't have to defend you if you didn't give them reasons to talk," he gritted his teeth, taking in the way she recoiled away at his words. "I didn't ask for my dad to marry your mum," he told her. "I didn't ask for the school's whore to be my stepsister."

"Whoa!" the dark haired one lifted his wand at the blonde boy. "You may be my best mate, Scorp, but that's my cousin you're talking to. Take it back!"

"No, Albus," the girl said. Her eyes began to shine but there were still no traces of tears. "It's alright. I mean the other kids say I'm a slag, so it must be true right. The same way it's true that Scorpius is going to bring Voldemort back to life just because he's a Malfoy. Right, Scorpius? I'm just the whore daughter of a Mudblood, but you're the Death Eater son of Death Eaters before him."

Dark blue eyes narrowed, "Take it back right now, Avianna!"

"NO!" she shouted at him. "You believe the worst of me just because your dad's friend's son said something, so that must mean the rumors are all true. I'm going to tell Uncle Harry that he needs to arrest you before you resurrect Voldemort!"

Albus was flown back onto the floor as the girl started to run immediately past him. Growling at his best friend for taking this too far, he jumped up and started to run after her. He wanted to catch her before she did something overly dramatic in front of all their friends and family. Everybody was currently staying at Grimmauld Place so they could start getting ready for his dad's birthday. The infamous Harry Potter was turning forty-one in three days, and everyone was turning it into the huge deal that his dad didn't want. Shouting to the portrait of his uncle Sirius that he couldn't talk right now, James followed his cousin down the stairs. If only he could stop her before she reached the kitchen…

"Uncle Harry! Uncle Harry!"

Stopping in the middle of his conversation with George, Harry looked up and saw his sixteen year old niece, and goddaughter, running towards him. Her eyes were filled with pain, while her hair looked just as wild as her mum's hair once looked back when they were still in Hogwarts. "Whoa!" he grunted, catching the girl as she ran into his arms. Looking up he could see his son panting and entering the kitchen. "Albus, what did you do?"

"It wasn't Albus," she shook her head. "It was Scorpius."

All of the adults, teens, and children in the kitchen lifted their heads when they saw the mentioned blonde run into the kitchen as well. A groan could be heard from the table, and Draco Malfoy stood up. His grey colored eyes were red from being at work all night, and a pale hand ran through the long blonde strands falling to the mid-section of his back. "Scorpius, what did you to your sister?"

"She's not my sister!" the sixteen year old shouted in annoyance. "She is not my sister! Just because her dad died, any my mum ran away, so you and her mum married each other does NOT make her my sister!"

Gasps could be heard throughout the entire kitchen, and all of the teens lifted their wands at the blond boy they took in as blood. Harry felt Avianna pull away from him. "Take it back, Scorpius! You can call me a whore all you want, and you can call my mum a Mudblood all you want-" more gasps were heard, and there were a few shouts, but the sixteen year old girl heard nothing other than herself, "-but don't you dare bring up my dad! He saved the world against Death Eaters – you know… the thing that everyone claims you are."

"I'm not a Death Eater, Avianna!"

"And I'm not a whore!" she shouted back. Her chest was heaving, and her eyes were narrowed so slightly it was impossible to even tell what color they were.

"You give my dad and your mum such a headache!" he shouted at her. "Even James and Albus can't stand you anymore. James was excited when he finally left Hogwarts because it meant that he no longer had to hear how you sleep with every bloke that even looks your way. I am so tired of having to always defend your honor when it's obvious you don't have any."

"And you think I enjoy always getting into fights with all the four houses because everybody still talks about how it was your family that killed mine! I never once listened to the rumors that you were a Death Eater! How can the Malfoys be evil, when one married Hermione Granger!"

"A mistake I'll never forgive my father for!"

"SCORPIUS! AVIANNA!"

The two teens were now standing amidst everyone. Their wands were pointed into the other's face, and they were both panting and heaving. Neither of them heard their parents screaming for them to stop. "If your mum never married my dad, my mum would probably be back with us!"

"Your mum was a cowardly bitch who didn't know the meaning of love or family!" Avianna shouted back, ignoring the buzzing sound near her ears.

"AVIANNA ROSE, STOP!"

"I hate you!" Scorpius whispered. His wand's tip was starting to light up, and yet his voice remained calm. "Our parents may be married, and you may share my last name, but you aren't my family. You're nothing to me. And he isn't your dad, so stop calling him that! You're the daughter of the blood traitor, Weasley, not the daughter of Draco Malfoy!"

Hermione and Draco were both shouting through their own tears, Harry and George jumped in to stop their own children from defending their cousin, Molly and Arthur tried to call everybody into order, the portrait of Sirius tried to shout for all of their attention, but the two teens heard none of it – they were still staring at each other. Scorpius stared at Avianna with such hatred that the girl felt as if she would collapse from the intensity of it. Avianna wanted to do nothing more than run upstairs to the room she was living in while staying at Grimmauld Place, but she refused to turn her back. She was the daughter of two-thirds of the Golden Trio – she wouldn't turn away from a fight.

"Alarte Ascendare!"

Caught off guard by the force of the spell, Avianna flew through the air and landed on the floor in front of her cousin Louis. Pulling away from him when he tried to help her up, Avianna walked back towards the stunned blonde. It looked like even he was confused by his own outburst. Forgetting the fact that she had a wand, Avianna pulled back her right arm then connected her balled up fist to his face. "I will never forgive you for that, Scorpius Malfoy!"

Looking down at the girl now glaring up at him, Scorpius felt a pang in his heart. Of all the hateful things he said to her, of all the words that he spat out at her, not once did she cry. But now all he could see were the large tears falling onto her quivering lips. "Avianna, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."

Draco finally managed to get between them. He turned his narrowed eyes on his son, "Upstairs, now!"

As if only realizing what happened, Scorpius looked through the crowd. The bushy haired woman was currently being comforted in the arms of Ginny Potter. Hermione was sobbing loudly. "Mum – Hermione – I'm… I didn't-"

"NOW!" the intensity of Draco's voice had Scorpius stumbling backwards.

Recognizing that the tone Draco used was the same tone Lucius Malfoy once directed his own son with, Harry quickly ran over. He wanted nothing more than to arrest the sixteen year old boy for everything he's said and done, but he convinced himself that it would be better to prevent the boy's own father from killing him first. "Scorpius," Harry shook his head at the blonde teen, "Just go upstairs to your room for now. Let us deal with everything down here first."

Nodding his head in defeat, Scorpius looked back at the brokenhearted Avianna. "Avi, I'm sorry."

"Avianna, listen to me," Draco sighed. Placing both hands on the girl's shoulders, he stared down into her tear filled eyes. "You know what Scorpius said isn't true, you know that we-"

Pulling away from Draco, Avianna looked over at her still sobbing mum. Confused as to why Hermione would rather be comforted than comfort her own daughter, the teen sighed as well. Looking back up at Draco, she nodded her head. "Yeah, I know."

Everybody remained silent while they watched the young teen slowly trudge her way up the stairs. Draco tried to apologize to everyone on behalf of his son, but they all brushed him off. During the war Ron and Hermione realized how much they both loved each other, and three years later they were married. A couple years after that they were blessed with a daughter. Avianna Rose Weasley was born with her mother's untamable curls, the Prewett and Granger brown eyes, the slight freckles bordering only her nose, and a mixture of her father's red hair and her mother's light caramel colored hair. It was three years after Avianna was born that Ron was killed on an Auror mission.

It was a year after the war that Draco Malfoy finally woke up out of his depression, and he found love in the form of his friend's younger sister. Astoria was two years younger than him, but Draco loved the way she made him feel. They were married, and soon after had a beautiful son who took his mother's dark blue eyes, but everything else from his father. It was at a routine checkup that Draco ran into Hermione again. Draco had become an Auror, and Hermione was the Healer that worked on him. Because of Draco's Auror position he soon became friends with his enemies from school, and it was at a party for Neville and Luna's twins that his wife decided to ask him for a divorce.

Hermione ran to her husband, quickly wrapping her arms around him. Draco held tightly onto her. "I'm sorry, love."

"No," Hermione shook her head. "It isn't your fault, nor is it Scorpius's. Something must have happened to make him snap like that."

"I'll talk to her, Aunt Hermione," James said, stepping up. "Scorpius mentioned my name, and I want to apologize to Avianna."

"Not so fast, James Sirius Potter," Ginny muttered. Stepping in front of her son, Ginny's hands were firmly placed on her hips, reminding all of the adults of Molly from when they were younger. "What rumors were Scorpius and Avianna talking about?"

"Everyone at Hogwarts talks about how Avianna sleeps around with everyone," Lily piped up from a corner near her Aunt Angelina. "And they also say that Scorpius is going to bring Voldemort back to life to avenge the downfall of the Malfoy name. That's why Avi's always getting into trouble with all of the professors; she's always getting into fights whenever anyone talks bad about Scorpius or Uncle Draco."

Nodding his head in agreement, Seamus Finnigan and Pansy Parkinson's son Shawn stepped up. "Scorpius is always getting into fights with Slytherin because of what they say about Avi, and he lost most of his friends because of it."

"How long have these rumors been going on?" Teddy asked, stepping between his godfather and his mum's little cousin.

Seeing everybody staring at him, James blushed. "Since Avi's third year."

"Why didn't anyone tell me?" Neville questioned. "I could have stopped it."

"You can't stop rumors, Uncle Neville," Albus rolled his eyes. "We've all tried."

"And you believed the rumors?" Harry turned onto his oldest son.

James blushed again. He lowered his eyes. "In the beginning I didn't, but after years of hearing it you start to sort of see the truth in the whispers."

"James Sirius Potter!" Harry shouted at his son. "I raised you better than to believe lies. I want you to go upstairs and apologize to your cousin right now. You are her family, you're supposed to defend her; not give up on her."

James shamefully nodded his head. "I know," he sighed. "I was going to apologize, and explain myself, but then Mum stopped me."

"And you three?" Fleur turned her dangerous eyes onto her three children. Victoire was currently wrapped up in Teddy's arms, Dominique was leaning against Neville and Luna's son Lysander, and Louis was whispering about something with Albus. The three kids all looked up at their mum. They saw their dad standing next to their uncle George by Grandmum Molly. "Did you three hear these rumors as well?"

"No, Maman," Victoire instantly shook her head. She may have been twenty-one, and engaged to Teddy Lupin, but she still feared her parents. "I was out of school by the time the rumors started up."

"Yes, Maman," Dominique nodded her head. Long auburn colored strands flew against Lysander's chest, as she instantly began to shake it, "But I left Hogwarts the year after it started, so I didn't think too much of it. I figured they stopped by now."

"I'm always fighting with the boys in Gryffindor," Louis lowered his head. "Scorpius, Albus, Lysander, and I are always getting into fights with the boys in our house because of it."

Luna's eyes lost their dreamy look. "Lysander, your father is a professor there. Even if you don't think that the rumors will stop, you should have told him what people are saying about your cousins."

"Yes, Mum," Lysander sighed. "Sorry, Dad," he looked up at Draco and Hermione who were still whispering with each other. "Sorry Aunt Hermione, sorry Uncle Draco."

Telling everybody else to stay downstairs with the adults, James ran up the stairs as quickly as he could. The portrait of the uncle he was named after called to him, and he reluctantly slowed down. Sirius asked to know what exactly happened, and when James explained it to him the man in the portrait shook his head. He started to curse a lot, and left his portrait saying that he was going to demand that Harry place a portrait in every room in the manor so that he could talk to everybody, and know everything that was happening as it happened.

"Avi," James knocked on the door to the room that his cousin always slept in when she stayed over. "Avi, can I come in?"

"Go away!" replied the sniffling voice.

Ignoring the girl's demand, James opened the door anyway and stepped into the room. Avianna was now dressed in a pair of black jean shorts and a faded orange t-shirt that everybody knew once belonged to Ron Weasley. He could see that Avianna was still crying. "Avi, about what Scorpius said…"

"About how you're glad that you left Hogwarts so you don't have to defend me anymore," the girl curtly replied, resting her chin on her knees and staring down at her painted toenails.

Sighing, James nodded his head then sat across from his cousin. He'd never seen her so broken before. Not even when Uncle Ron died. "It isn't true."

"Don't lie," she scoffed. "I can see it in all of your eyes when you all look at me. I bring shame to the Weasley name. But we can't all have parents that have always been in love since the beginning, James."

"It isn't that we're ashamed of you," the older boy admitted. "We just don't know how to deal with you."

"Because I'm in Slytherin," Avianna nodded her head. "And because I started going on dates in second year, and because I do things that you're all afraid to do. I'm different so I'm the outcast of the family. I just didn't think that being an outcast would mean I was a slag."

"We know you aren't a slag, Avianna."

"Do you?" lifting her eyes so that she could stare into the light blue of her older cousin's, Avianna started to feel funny. "You say it now, but do you believe it's true? Because what's the point of even trying to prove myself if my own family won't even believe me?"

"I'm sorry that we made you feel that way," James told her through a soft smile, "But I do believe that you aren't a slag. You may be a Weasley by blood, but you're a Malfoy by heart and we all know that Uncle Draco would kill any bloke who took advantage of you. And despite what Scorpius said you know he loves you too much to see you get hurt."

"Unless he's the one hurting me," she scoffed. "James, can you go away now. I don't feel like talking."

"Too bad," he grinned. "That's what cousins are for – being there even when you don't want them."

"No," she shook her head, "I don't feel too good right now."

The teens were all gathered on one side of the kitchen, while Teddy and Victoire talked to the adults on the other side. Because of Hermione being Draco's constant Healer, and Draco being with Harry and Ron every day while at work, they were all extremely close to each other. Seamus Finnigan married Pansy Parkison, and even more so they all became close to one another. It was through everybody growing so close that Draco began to comfort Hermione after the murder of Ron. Ron had been Draco's partner that night, so Draco felt he sort of owed it to Hermione to be there for her and her three year old daughter. Because Scorpius and Avianna were only two months apart they felt they had something in common. When Astoria left Draco – claiming that her life wasn't as adventurous as she thought it would be being married to a Malfoy – Hermione decided to pay Draco back by being there for him. She would take Scorpius for an entire night so he could go out with his old school friends and try to forget about Astoria. Scorpius and Avianna were five at the time, and the two children were as close as any real siblings could be. Two years later Hermione and Draco got married, and the two kids didn't even notice anything different. Hermione instantly became Mum, and Draco was already Dad – they were finally a real family.

It was for those reasons that all the adults were confused. Draco was the one who made sure that Avianna knew the truth about Ron, and that she knew everything there was to know about him, but Draco had been the father-figure in her life from when she was only three years old… she liked the idea of Ron Weasley, but to her her dad would always be only Draco Malfoy. She even had Malfoy in her name. She and Scorpius never took each other as steps, nor did they ever bring up Ron or Astoria. Scorpius's mum was always Hermione Granger, and Avianna's dad was always Draco Malfoy. Even Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy took the young half-blood in as their spoiled pureblooded granddaughter – the first female born to the Malfoy bloodline in over a hundred years.

While trying to figure out what would make Scorpius suddenly snap, Seamus lifted his head up. "Oi, what's that light?"

Looking up, Bill suddenly began to pale. "Kids, everybody duck down, NOW!"

Quick to do as the Curse Breaker said, everybody dropped to the floor of the kitchen. "What is it, Bill?" Hermione asked.

Arthur was the one to answer in the place of his oldest son. "A timeline. There's a twitch in time right now, and if touched by that light you'll be taken from one time and sent to another."

Draco held tightly onto Hermione, shouting at all of the teens to stay huddled closely to each other and to not move a muscle. The glowing light was the size of a Quaffle, and the color of a bright purple UV light. Everybody was nervous, but they remained calm because the light was hovering by the entrance to the kitchen and seemed to be a far distance from them. It wasn't until a few seconds later that Draco jumped up. He could hear the shouting voices of his son and daughter once again. They seemed to be moving closer towards the kitchen.

"NO!" Draco shouted at the two teens, watching them facing each other while shouting at one another. Neither of them seemed to notice the light right in front of them. Pulling away from Harry who tried to hold onto him, Draco tried to beat them to the light. Better he disappear than his kids. "STAY OUT OF HERE!" he continued to shout.

"DRACO!" Hermione screamed.

Finally hearing the loud commotion, Scorpius and Avianna turned just in time to feel the heat radiating from the glowing orb of light. "DAD!" both teens shouted out.

But it was too late. By the time that Draco reached the doorway the light was gone, and with it his children. Hermione's screeching screams were heard throughout the muggle streets, and Pansy held onto the weeping Draco Malfoy while Harry held tightly onto his best friend. Seamus, George, Neville, Bill, Arthur, Teddy, Victoire, Luna, and Ginny were all running around the manor and calling for help from the remaining members of Dumbledore's Army and The Order of Phoenix. James stood on the opposite side of his uncle Draco and stared blankly at where he just saw his two fighting cousins disappear into nothing. They had come down because Avianna wasn't feeling good, and Scorpius decided to pick on her some more. If only they had stayed upstairs for three more seconds…

August, 1996

"What the bloody hell are you doing here?"

"Potter," Professor Snape's drawling voice shouted, "I brought him here!"

"Traitor!" sixteen year old Harry Potter shouted at the professor he hated the most. "He's a Death Eater. His father was there when they killed Sirius!"

The shaking blonde boy held tightly onto his own wand. It was the deep curiosity from the brown eyes across the table that kept him from attacking everybody there. "I'm not," he shook his head. "That's why I'm here."

"Mr. Potter," Dumbledore stated in a calm voice, "Do calm down, son," he told Harry. "I'm sure that Severus has a good reason for bringing Mr. Malfoy here."

Snape nodded his head. With one last hateful look at the fuming Harry, Snape turned to the headmaster. "Lucius has failed the Dark Lord, and in retaliation he has ordered for young Draco here to bear the dark mark."

Seeing the brown eyes staring at his left arm now, Draco Malfoy lifted his sleeve to show the pale alabaster skin. "I denied it," he stated in a low whisper. "Aunt Bellatrix started to hex me because I refused to become one of them, so Professor Snape brought me here."

"I believe my position has been compromised, Albus," Snape nodded his head. "The Dark Lord now knows that I no longer fight on his side, but I couldn't stand there and watch as they attempted to kill my godson."

Harry and Ron looked as if they were about to start shouting some more, but Hermione stood up. "Come, Draco," she held out her hand, "Let's get you cleaned up."

Draco slowly nodded his head, and reached his hand out for the muggle-born witch that he had spent so much of his years taunting because of her blood status. Once her hand wrapped around his, a vibration began to take over the room. A bright shining light of purple started to form out of nowhere, and soon there were two teens standing amidst them and shouting at each other. It seemed like they didn't even notice where they were.

"No, you're such an annoying brat! I'm always having to bail you out of trouble!" the familiar looking blonde boy shouted at the also familiar looking girl.

The girl's hands were on her hips and she stared up at the slightly taller boy in a dangerously familiar way. "Like when, Scorpius? Because the only time I ever get into trouble is when I'm defending you against the entire school."

"And then all you do is cry to Teddy when anyone picks on you!"

"I was five – FIVE!"

"You've had more boyfriends than Victoire's had!"

"She's part Veela, so of course she's only had one boyfriend. Teddy's been her mate from the minute Uncle Bill announced Aunt Fleur was pregnant!"

"You're such a horrible influence on Lily!"

"What? I am not! James and Albus are worse than I am!"

"They don't dress like that!"

"Lavender dresses way worse than I do, and you know that's true. Don't think I haven't noticed the way you look at her. Even Aunt Ginny and Aunt Pansy laugh about it. Uncle Seamus is always threatening Dad about keeping you away from his daughter."

"Don't you-"

The two teens suddenly stopped shouting at each other when they heard somebody clear their throat. Turning their heads they took immediate steps back. Surrounding them were younger versions of the very adults they just left. There were even people that should be dead. Everybody had wide eyes and dropped jaws while staring at them. Draco and Hermione glanced at each other and gulped when they took in the two startled teens standing in front of them.

"Uh-oh," the girl said. "This isn't good."

"What did you do now, Avianna?" the boy groaned. "Uncle Harry's going to kill you."

"Me," her eyes slanted. "I'm not the one who did this, Scorpius. This is all your fault."

Dumbledore cleared his throat, and in an instant every person in the room had their wands directed on the two teens in front of them. They noticed how quick the boy was to pull the girl closer to his side. It confused them. He looked ready to kill her when they appeared out of nowhere, but now he was ready to die protecting her. "Hullo, my name is Albus Dumbledore, and may I ask who you two are, and where you came from?"

"Albus Dumbledore," the girl gasped.

The boy chuckled. "Albus is gonna freak when he finds out we met the man he's named after."

Elbowing the boy to keep him quiet, the girl blinked her eyes. "Professor Dumbledore, what year is this?"

"1996."

"1996," the two teens frowned. Looking around the room, the girl's eyes landed on the sickly looking Draco Malfoy. She looked between Draco and Hermione, then her eyes spotted the blank skin on Draco's arm, and she gasped again. "Scorpius, look."

Scorpius's eyes spotted the arm as well, and his eyes narrowed in confusion. He looked around the room once again. "It's a bit darker than usual, but this is Number 12 Grimmauld Place, right?"

"It is," Dumbledore nodded his head. Nobody else seemed able to speak. "I take it you two are from another time?"

Scorpius answered. "We're from the year 2021," everybody gasped. He pointed to Draco, "And you're supposed to have the dark mark already. You have nothing to do with the Order of Phoenix."

The girl hissed at the blonde then elbowed him once more. "Shut up, Scorp, you're not supposed to tell them anything that will change the future."

"It's already changed," the boy said. They could all note the genuine fear in his eyes. "Look at whom he's standing next to… and they're holding hands."

The girl looked up at Hermione once more, and she gasped again. "Mum!"

Slapping his face with his palm the boy shook his head. "Good going genius."

"Well," Dumbledore cleared his throat once more, "It seems that this is an interesting turn for the evening. What are your names?"

After a long stare down, the two teens sighed. The girl spoke up first. "My name is Avianna Weasley…" everybody gasped, and the whispers started up now. Ron was as red as his hair, and Hermione released a squeak. It was already obvious which Weasley brother she ended up with. "… Malfoy."

The whispers suddenly stopped, and it was Draco who released a squeaking sound now. He and Hermione quickly dropped the hand they were still holding onto, and moved away from each other. The boy cleared his throat. "And I'm Scorpius Malfoy."

"Hold on," the redhead they recognized to be Ginny stood up, "How can you be Hermione's daughter, but be a Weasley and a Malfoy at the same time?"

Avianna took in a deep breath. "My biological dad is Ronald Weasley," Ron released a squeaking sound again, and Hermione turned beet red, "But he was killed on an Auror mission when I was three years old. Draco became close friends with Uncle Harry and Ron because he was an Auror with them, and he became close with Mum because Mum was his Healer. When Ron was killed, Draco was the one to comfort her. Scorpius and I are only two months apart, so it helped to have us there as well."

Scorpius continued for her. "My mum left us when Avianna and I were only five. We were at Lysander and Alice's birthday party when she demanded for the divorce. Hermione was there for Dad the same way he was there for her when Ron died. When we were seven, they got married. Avianna and I are siblings and Draco and Hermione are our parents."

"It's only because of Dad that I didn't drop Weasley from my name," Avianna admitted. "He wanted me to hold onto my Weasley name in honor of the man who would have raised me if he weren't killed."

Draco stared blankly at the two teens, Hermione stared at her feet, Ron stared at the ceiling, Molly held onto her youngest son, Harry and Ginny stared at each other, and everybody else didn't know what to say or where to look at. After a long and awkward silence, Dumbledore started to walk towards them. "And you two say that history has already changed?"

Avianna nodded her head. "Dad's supposed to be a Death Eater already. In our time he has the mark. He had nothing to do with Grimmauld Place until Uncle Harry and Aunt Ginny moved here after the war."

"What?" they all turned to see a now beet colored Harry staring with wide eyes.

Scorpius groaned, "Avi, shut up."

"What?" she hissed back at him. "Uncle George says that they always knew Uncle Harry would end up with Aunt Ginny. Everyone in this room already knows it's true. I'm not changing anything by saying it. Besides, history's obviously already changing. You saw Mum and Dad holding hands."

"NO!" the two mentioned teens began to quickly shake their heads. "No… err… I was just leading him to the living room where I would help clean him off," Hermione stammered. "Snape just brought him here, after saving his life when he turned down the mark."

Scorpius's jaw dropped. "You turned down the mark?" Draco slowly nodded his head in response. "And Snape saved you?" Draco slowly nodded his head again. "So Voldemort knows now that Snape's completely and utterly on the good side?"

"Great," groaned Avianna, "Now Uncle Harry won't name Albus, Albus Severus. He only named him that 'cause Snape died protecting him."

Ignoring the choking sounds coming from the entire room, Scorpius rolled his eyes. "This is more important than Albus's name, Avianna. History has changed completely."

The room started to brighten up once more, and Scorpius quickly pulled Avianna to his chest so he could protect her from the ball of light that brought them into the past in the first place. Listening as all of the adults started to shout for the teens to all drop to the ground to avoid being touched, it was Avianna who spotted Draco trying to run towards them. Remembering watching as her own version of her dad tried to race towards the light before it could reach her and Scorpius, Avianna could feel the burning heat from the light once more. This time she knew though that she and her brother were no longer alone.

September, 1996

"Are we still doing the DA meetings this year, Harry?" asked Luna.

"No point now we've got rid of Umbridge, is there?" Harry asked, sitting next to Luna and across from Neville.

Bumping his head while shoving his things underneath the seat, Neville rubbed it while frowning. "I liked the DA! I learned loads with you!"

"I enjoyed the meetings too," Luna added in her usually dreamy voice. "It was like having friends."

Harry had just been about to respond that they were friends, when the entire compartment started to suddenly light up with a bright purple light. Pulling his wand out on instinct Harry noticed Neville do the same, and was grateful that Neville at least learned to always be on guard. Looking over at Luna he saw that she had a dreamy smile on her face while she kept her wand tucked behind her ear. The Quibbler laid forgotten on her lap, and she watched as the light began to slightly dim, showing three teens. Two of them were unknown, but the third looked like a slightly beaten up Draco Malfoy. Harry frowned at the sight in front of him.

"Oh, great," the girl groaned when she saw the two wands pointed at her. "I thought for sure we'd be back home this time."

"What the bloody hell were you thinking!" the boy shouted at Draco. "You can't just jump for the bright light. You were supposed to stay back and fix the timeline."

"Don't shout at me," Draco snarled at him. "And I'm not as easy as Potter and the rest of them. You can't just tell me that you're my son and expect me to believe you."

"So you decided to touch the light and get sucked into another world. Blimey, Uncle Harry was right – you were an idiot when you were young."

"How dare you talk to me this way!"

"Err… Scorpius… Draco…"

"Do you have any idea how wonky the timeline is becoming just by me and Avianna getting sucked inside, now imagine how worse it's going to be with you gone. Uncle Bill and Grandpa Weasley told me all about how this ball thing works. Once you touch it you're taken from time, there's no way going back – ever. You're remembered, and you're missing forever, but you can never go back to your own time. Avianna and I left behind the happiness of our world, and now… now you just took Draco Malfoy away from your own world. Do you have any idea how important you were to the war? You're the only reason why Voldemort didn't kill Uncle Harry. Now that you've disappeared, Voldemort will win the war."

"Guys…"

"Don't blame me for Potter losing to the Dark Lord. You said it yourself when you showed up in my time that time seemed to already be changing. I don't have a dark mark, do I? So maybe Potter will win this time without me doing whatever it is I do?"

"… stop talking now…"

"And Mum, what is she going to do? It was obvious that she and you were going to fall in love before it happened in my time."

"Scorpius…"

"Then maybe in this time it's Weasley who comforts her when I disappear instead of vice-versa. There are such things as alternate timelines."

"Draco…"

"Yes, and now we're jumping from them. You were meant to be in that time."

"Guys…"

"I don't think so," Draco shook his head. "The light seemed to call to me. I don't know why, but it was like I was meant to touch it. Maybe I'm meant to be in this time."

"GUYS!"

Scorpius snapped his head toward the now shouting girl, "What, Avianna?"

"We're not alone."

Draco and Scorpius both turned to see a confused looking Harry Potter staring up at them, a frightened looking Neville Longbottom, and a pleased looking Luna Lovegood. Luna was wearing a pair of psychedelic looking glasses and staring up at them with a large smile on her face. Scorpius instantly threw himself between Harry and Avianna. Draco stared around the compartment, and he gulped.

"This is 1996," Draco told his apparent son and daughter from the future.

"How do you know?"

Draco looked around the compartment once more. His eyes landed on the scar on Neville's neck. "Longbottom still has the scar that my aunt gave him at the battle a couple of months ago."

"You've got a lot of nerve showing your-"

Luna placed a calm hand on Harry's wrist then shook her head at him. "That isn't our Draco, Harry. He's sitting in his own compartment right now, with his own friends. You'll see when you go to spy on them."

"Aunt Luna always did have a weird way of sensing things," Avianna chuckled, taking in the odd scene around her. "Is this September first, 1996?"

Luna nodded her head. "Yes, and you should hold onto each other now. The light is coming back soon."

"Do you know what the light is?"

"Your brother seems to understand perfectly well," Luna replied with her usually dreamy voice. "Don't worry though, you're meant to be where you end up."

Scorpius raised an eyebrow, "What do you mean?"

"Your family will miss you terribly, but you both knew you didn't belong there with them. Not when you resemble Ronald so much, but have become too attached to the Malfoys who had adopted you as their own," she nodded her head to the shocked looking girl, then smiled kindly at Scorpius, "Or you who have become lost and confused trying to find out where you fit in. Are you a deserter like your mum Astoria, a true Malfoy like your dad, or are you truly brave like the Weasleys who have adopted you? Or is there a chance that you would be better off living in the muggle world like Hermione, who had become your true mum? Neither of you truly belonged there; not when everything has been fulfilled and when there are too many questions and confusion in your own minds. And you, Draco, your time has changed. You have already turned your back on the dark mark, and you chose the side you fight for – you had nothing else to learn, no moral to your story of changing for the better after seeing so many of your own friends and classmates dying around you. You don't belong in that time anymore."

Draco leaned over to Scorpius, "Told you I was meant to be in this time."

Luna giggled. "Silly, Draco, no you don't. Like I told Harry, we already have a Draco in this time. You belong in an old time – a time where the four of you will rise to something new, something complete, and a time where you four will find true happiness."

"Four?" Harry frowned. "But, Luna, there's only three of them."

Luna giggled again. "No there isn't," she looked past the confused teens, and stared at an even more confused Neville. "You've been a nice friend to me Neville, and I know we'll all miss you very much, but we'll be okay without you in this time," Neville started to sputter and the light returned to the tiny train compartment. "In another time we're meant to be," she smiled at him, "And I know you'll make a great husband to whoever you meet in your new time as much as you are to me in the other time. I'll miss you."

Before Harry had the time to even gather what Luna had just said, the light seemed to sort of explode in front of them. By the time it disappeared, the three teens and Neville were all gone. Harry looked over at Luna, and he saw a single tear running down her cheek while she continued to smile sadly and read the Quibbler on her lap.

"Luna," he questioned. "What just happened?"

Still smiling sadly, Luna looked up to stare at him. "The timelines have shifted, Harry. Neville, Draco, and those two teens are about to create a time where you'll be raised by your parents."

"You seemed so happy to see them leave, so why are you so sad now?"

"Because in another time Neville and I are married with twin children," she replied in a soft tone, "And he really was a nice friend to have."

February, 1978

This time the teens were all deposited in the halls of Hogwarts. Yanking her arm away from Scorpius when he tried to check if she was alright, Avianna watched as the glowing light exploded in front of them. "Something tells me that was the last time we're going to see that thing."

Draco nodded his head, "Especially since Loony basically said it."

"Oi!" Neville shouted at Draco, turning his wand on him. "Don't call her that, Malfoy. Luna's a wonderful person."

Scorpius chuckled, "Uncle Neville's always defending Aunt Luna. Avi, remember that time when Nott's dad thought it would be funny to call Aunt Luna, Loony, and then Uncle Neville sent him to St. Mungos with all sorts of hexes and curses that Mum had to call Grandpa Lucius for help in curing him – Avi?"

"Shush," she hissed. "I don't have a good feeling about this. Why would we be ripped out of 2021, then have both Dad and Uncle Neville ripped out of 1996, but from separate times?"

"Well, Aunt Luna did say that Dad was no longer needed in his time because he's already seen the light… so to speak."

"It doesn't make any sense," she shook her head. Turning to Draco, she crossed her arms. "What month did you come from?"

"August."

"August," she bit on her bottom lip, then turned to Neville. "And we took you from September… but you're both from 1996. I don't get it?"

"Maybe Uncle Neville balances out Dad being gone from that timeline, and then Dad balances out Uncle Neville being gone from the other one?"

"I don't know," Avianna sighed. "We need to figure out what time we're in right now before we do anything else though."

"Well, let's just ask somebody to take us to see Professor Dumbledore," Neville suggested. "Then he can explain everything to us, because I'm completely confused. And Luna's words only confused me even more."

It was Scorpius who shook his head. "Until we know what timeline we're in now, we can't mention the headmaster's name."

"Why not?" asked Draco.

Avianna sighed. "If this is anytime when Voldemort was still in Hogwarts, then the headmaster's name is Dippet," she reminded all of them, noticing how Draco and Neville both shuddered at being in school the same time as Voldemort. "If this is your seventh year then we're all pretty much screwed right now, I mean we'll all be killed on sight, and then if this is any time after your seventh year, McGonagall is the headmistress."

Draco and Neville both frowned. "What happened to Dumbledore?"

Noticing a Slytherin boy walking towards them, Scorpius shook his head, "We'll explain it later once we find the headmaster."

"Oi!" the Slytherin Prefect shouted at them. "What are you four doing out of your robes?" once he stepped up closer to them, Draco, Avianna, and Scorpius all gasped when they saw who it was. His long black curls bounced past his shoulders, while his catlike storm colored eyes stared at them. He frowned when he saw Draco. "You, what's your name; I've never seen you before."

"My name is Draco Ma-"

"Mabry," Avianna quickly interrupted. "This is Draco Mabry," she smiled up at the Slytherin Prefect, placing a hand on Draco's shoulder to stop him from saying anything else. "And this is Draco's brother, Scorpius Mabry," then pointing at Neville she continued to introduce him as well, "This is Neville Lange, and I'm his sister Avianna Lange. We're looking for the headmaster."

"Dumbledore?" the boy questioned. "Is he expecting you four?"

"Yes," Scorpius nodded his head. "My brother and I, plus our cousins are transferring over from Beauxbaton, so we're supposed to be meeting up with him."

"But I'm such a klutz that I lost the letter with the directions to his office, and the password to get in," Avianna slightly giggled, ignoring when her brother rolled his eyes at the way she playfully slapped the Slytherin's arm. "I know it said something about gargoyle statues though, and something about a sweet. I think it was Lemon Drop?"

The three boys had to give the girl props. She knew enough about Dumbledore to make it sound as if she actually did have a letter from Dumbledore. The boy smirked. "You're close. It's Lemon Tart," he announced. Then he cleared his throat. "I'm Regulus Black," he introduced himself. "I'm a sixth year Prefect, so I'll take you four to see Professor Dumbledore. So what year are you in?"

"Draco and Neville are in seventh year," Avianna replied before anybody else had a chance to respond, "And Scorpius and I are in sixth."

Regulus glanced over the two blondes in the group. "Are you two related to Malfoys? My cousin Narcissa just married a Malfoy, and you both sort of look like him."

Draco paled, but he managed to shake his head. "No, not that we know of."

"Hmm," he shrugged his shoulders. "So your family likes the names of constellations as well, eh? Mine too. The entire Black family is named after stars."

Scorpius and Avianna both snickered. They just had a conversation with their own Draco about this two weeks before. Draco blushed and scratched the back of his head, "Err… yeah. It's not all of us though, only some."

"You're lucky," Regulus chuckled. "My cousin Andromeda tried to sway away from naming her kid after a star, but she ended up naming her daughter Nymphadora," he didn't notice the sudden depression in Scorpius and Avianna's eyes. "Poor girl – she's five, and she already hates that name."

Neville, who did notice the sudden depression, leaned towards Avianna. "What happened to Tonks?"

"She was killed in the final battle," Avianna whispered back in a low voice so that nobody else could hear them.

"Well," Regulus announced once they approached the statue of the two gargoyles, "We're here."

"Thanks," Avianna smiled.

Professor Dumbledore was sitting in his office going through a stack of papers from Filch. Apparently the Marauders thought it would be entertaining to fill an entire corridor up with dung beetles and lock Mrs. Norris up with them. Shaking his head at the antics of the four friends, he heard somebody knocking on his door. Calling for whoever it is to enter, he looked up and saw four strangers. He was confused by the sight of three of them. One of them looked like a cross between Lucius Malfoy and Narcissa Black, while the other boy looked identical to him with a hint of Greengrass features in him. The third boy had the features of Frank Longbottom, but he had the kind eyes like Alice Higgs. The girl looked as if she could be a Weasley, but her hair was nothing like he'd ever seen before, and she dressed nothing like a pureblood witch would. He could see the infinity symbol tattooed on the inside of her left wrist, while the inside of her right wrist had a large black circle tattooed inside of it. He could tell just by first glance that she wasn't a pureblood.

"Hullo," he smiled kindly, "My name is Albus Dumbledore, how can I help you four?"

Avianna took the leadership role by stepping forward. "I ask that you hear us out before saying anything, sir. We're from the future. Scorpius and I," she pulled Scorpius towards her, "Are from 2021. Draco here is from August of 1996, and Neville is from September of 1996. We met Regulus Black when we got here, so I know this is the year 1978."

Dumbledore immediately stood up. "How were you brought here?"

"A bright light," Avianna said, "It was a bright purple light."

"A timeline," Scorpius stepped forward. "My uncle is a Curse Break for Gringotts, and he told me all about them."

Sighing, Dumbledore made a quick movement with his wand. Avianna snickered. "I knew Uncle George wasn't the one to teach Uncle Harry how to send messages with a patronus."

"Aunt Minnie told us that it was Dumbledore," Scorpius rolled his eyes.

Dumbledore turned to them. "Aunt Minnie told you it was me? Who is Harry, and why would I teach him how to do this? Who is Aunt Minnie?"

"Aunt Minerva of course," Avianna grinned. "Minerva McGonagall."

Please review! I really want to know what you guys think of it so far. This chapter was basically written just to give an oversight of who's who and to sort of introduce them in my eyes and explain how they ended up in the past. It was actually really fun to write. I promise it gets better though, and I'm gonna start bringing in choke more people from the next chapter on…(: