Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
WARNING: This story will contain death/murder, violence against minors, and mentions of attempted genocide.
AN: I know this has been done a million times but I wanted to take the idea and put a spin on it, so this should be different than most Next-Gen-Goes-Back-In-Time.
The halls of Hogwarts were quiet, the only sounds being the soft muttering from portrait to portrait. It was the summer, and students and staff alike had gone home several weeks before, the events of the end of the year leaving a foul taste in everyone's mouth.
A student was dead, and Dumbledore and Harry Potter claimed that You-Know-Who was back.
A flash of light, and the sound of several bodies hitting the floor, interrupted the silence.
A portrait of an elderly woman let out a shrill scream of surprise as fifteen people appeared out of nowhere inside of the heavily warded school. They crumpled to the ground, surrounded by a string that glowed silver for a few moments before the string disintegrated.
"Merlin!"
"Oh, dear me!"
"INTRUDERS!"
"Oh, shut it," one of the people groaned, pushing themselves up into a sitting position and rubbing their head. The owner of the voice was a young, teenage girl with long brown hair pulled back into messy braids and striking brown eyes that glared at the screeching portrait.
An older girl with short, bobbed brown hair tutted disapprovingly, "Lucy, manners."
Lucy made a face at the girl and muttered under her breath about annoying sisters, but her attention was turned to the oldest of the group, a young man with spiky blue hair and blood on his robes, "Is everyone okay?" he asked as he climbed to his feet, helping up a pretty blonde woman, "Anyone hurt?"
"Nothing life threatening," a teenage boy with shaggy black hair said, brown eyes flickering from the bleeding cut on his arm to the skinned knees of his sister.
The blue-haired boy nodded sharply, eyes flickering from person to person, before landing on a blonde boy clutching his wrist, "Louis?"
Blue eyes were gleaming with tears as he spoke, "I think it's broken, Teddy."
Teddy nodded, pulling out a wand, "Let me see."
Louis slowly held out his wrist, hissing in pain at the slight movement, and Teddy ran his wand over it, nodding lightly to himself.
A girl with bushy auburn hair spoke up hesitantly, "Did it work?"
The group fell silent, unsure and nervous, and then a boy with an airy lift to his voice wandered over to a nearby portrait, tilting his head curiously, and speaking softly, "What is today's date?"
The portrait, a teenage boy in an over-sized knight's costume, blinked in surprise, "Uh July 7th."
The child nodded, smiling, "And the year?"
"1995," the portrait answered, peering at the boy in confusion, "Who are you? How did you get here?"
The child did not answer his question, simply turning back to his group, "We made it."
A sigh of relief echoed from person to person.
"We did it. Merlin, we did it."
"It's 1995."
"Merlin, we made it!"
"And what would that be?" The group jumped, spinning around suddenly. An elderly man stood at the end of the hall, wand pointed at them, dressed in a sparkling swimsuit and a "I love Florida" shirt, "I was not very happy to be alerted during my vacation that a group of witches and wizards had somehow managed to bypass the wards to apparate into Hogwarts."
Teddy pushed himself to the front of the group, holding out his hands to try and shield as much of the group as possible. His eyes flickered with recognition of the man in front of him, "Headmaster Dumbledore. Sir. I promise this isn't what it looks like."
"What does it look like?" Dumbledore asked. His voice was calm, despite the wand pointed at them, "How did you get in here?"
"We were already here," piped up a small, red-haired girl, brown eyes wide, "We never left Hogwarts. We just went back in time."
"Lily!" an older, strawberry-blonde girl, hissed, pulling her back.
A boy, identical to the one who had talked to the portrait, spoke up from behind a teenage boy, chipper and light despite his blood-stained sleeve, "We're from the future!"
Dumbledore blinked slowly, a stern frown on his face as his blue eyes flickered from person to person. A red-haired boy, no older than eleven, inched behind Teddy timidly under his gaze.
"I think we should move this to my office."
Albus Severus Potter wrapped his arms around himself, chewing on his bottom lip as he let his green eyes scan around the Headmaster's office. It was different than he remembered it, but still extremely familiar. Dumbledore and Snape's portraits were missing. There was a phoenix letting out soft trills, and many interesting silver trinkets lining tables. The walls had been painted a soft blue in his time, but now it was a comforting brown.
While the room was large, it was not quite big enough for sixteen people.
The moment they entered, Dumbledore took a seat behind his desk, hand still clutching his wand in a way that Albus knew the man wasn't entirely trustful of them yet, but he wasn't going to attack unless provoked. Freddie helped Roxanne, who had sprained her ankle back in their time, into the seat in front of the desk, and Teddy stood behind it, a protective hand on the back of the chair. Albus stayed towards the back of the room, near the phoenix, with Scorpius beside him.
"We're from twenty-four years in the future," Teddy spoke up once he realized that Dumbledore was not about to say anything, "July 7th, 2019, to be exact."
Dumbledore nodded lightly, "I see," he said, voice soft but suspicious. He didn't believe them, "And how did you get here? Timeturners only send you back a few hours."
Rose spoke up this time, fiddling nervously with her sleeve, "Mum invented it. She called it The Silver Timeturner. When the War broke out, Mum said we needed a last resort. It can send people back up to twenty-four years in the past. It expands to surround as many people as possible and disintegrates when the time travel is complete."
"Time travel is very dangerous," Dumbledore said, seeming intrigued at Rose's words, but concerned, and Albus could tell that he wasn't quite convinced, "I'm sure you know that. Changing the timeline is-"
Rose interrupted, ignoring Molly's chastisement of her manners, "Mum thought of that. The Silver Timeturner doesn't necessarily change the timeline. The moment we arrived here, we broke off into an alternate universe. What happened will always happen in that universe and it is impossible to change that. But… Mum wanted us to be safe."
Dumbledore was quiet for a moment, eyes glued on her, and Albus was suddenly reminded that Dumbledore was an expert in Legilimency. When he looked away, Rose let out a shaky sigh, leaning back against Dominique, who placed her hands on her shoulders.
"I see," the man spoke softly. He looked back up at Teddy, being the oldest, "I hope you can understand that I will need to verify this under Veritaserum."
"Of course," Teddy said, swallowing hard, "Whatever it takes for you to believe us. I promised Uncle Harry that I would keep them all safe."
Something twinkled in Dumbledore's eyes at the same time that Albus looked down at the mention of his father's name. Then, a vial of Veritaserum was on the desk in front of Dumbledore and the old man was standing up, administering it carefully to Teddy.
Teddy's eyes glazed over and Albus tightened his fist, feeling his nails pushing into the skin on his hand.
"What is your name?" Dumbledore asked as he took his seat at his desk.
"Edward Remus Lupin," Teddy answered in a dull, monotone voice.
The man gave a hum of interesting at that, "Who are your parents?"
"Remus Lupin and Nymphadora Tonks"
"When is your birthday?"
"April 7th, 1998."
Skepticism left Dumbledore's eyes. He leaned in a bit closer, fascinated, "What date did you come from?"
"July 7th, 2019."
"Why did you go back in time?"
"Hogwarts was our last stronghold, but it was attacked. If we stayed, we would die. Uncle Harry told me to keep them safe before he died. This was the only way I could do that. I knew that if I took them back here, I could help make a future where they could be safe."
The phoenix trilled lightly at his words, sensing his sorrow, and Albus shuffled his feet, unable to bring his eyes up to watch the scene. He didn't like seeing Teddy so lifeless, giving answers with no emotion, no control. He knew that it would happen. He had many conversations with his godbrother about what would happen if they actually went along with it. If they really did go back in time, what would they do?
Now, they were here. Albus knew that Teddy was going to make sure that Dumbledore believed them, because having the strong Wizard in, arguably, the world on their side was important.
If they wanted to save the Wizarding World, they needed Dumbledore's help.
The man leaned forward, twinkle gone from his eyes, and asked the question that was floating around in the air, "Who attacked you?"
"The Muggles," Teddy answered, short and to the point, voice null and void from emotion, unable to react at the surprised expression that flickered over Dumbledore's face.
"I think this calls for an emergency Order meeting."
Author's Note: Hope you guys enjoyed! In the next chapter, we'll found out what Teddy means by The Muggles, and why they are back in time, before we can get into them trying to change things.
I'm going to post on my profile the ages of all of the Next Gen so you guys can have an idea. Also, just so you know, the main characters listed here aren't the only ones that the focus will be on. The story is going to focus on Albus but have other POV's scattered throughout (with probably a lot from Teddy and James, as well as Non-NextGen characters like Harry and Sirius). Not every Next Gen will be vital to the story (as there are a lot of them) but all of them will make appearances.
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