Hey, so that's a new story, again. Something really not original with children coming from the future, ahah. I have already 23 chapters that are written so I'll post a next chapter quickly. English isn't my mother language so I apologize if I left a few mistakes in it since I don't have any Beta. Also, this is the English version of one of my story in French.

I hope you enjoy :)

Harry fell down on his bed without any gracefulness. His day had been exhausted. He crossed his arms behind his head and sinked into his memories of the day, hoping to figure out what the fuck had happened all day long. He thought about the morning potion class first.

Flashback

Harry looked away as the Professor Snape stood in front of him, blocking his view. He prepared himself to receive a sharp remark from the adult but the sound of someone knocking at the class' door saved him. The professor sighed in exasperation, the savior saved, that was comical.

"I don't forget you, don't worry" He said with a wicked grin before turning away. However, he didn't have the time to reach the door, the blond boy behind it opened it. Actually, they were four young boy and they were roughly 15 years old. Two of them were blond and probably twins. The two others were brunettes. One of the blond smiled brightly at the Professor.

"Hey Uncle Sev! How are…" He had looked at Harry while he had talked and now his green eyes were wide open, his mouth as well.

"Did you never saw the savior, young man?" Snape asked meanly. The boy didn't answer right away and his friends were looking just like him. The first to recover was the second blond, even if Harry wasn't really sure because of their similarity. He swallowed loudly.

"Yes, and that's the problem actually" The second blond one said as he was looking with slightly panicked eyes at Harry.

"Oh, fuck!" One of the brunettes, who was staring at Ron looking surprised, swore.

"We'll come back" They all said together before running away as fast as they could.

End flashback

Harry didn't have the time to think about it more, Ron was waiting for him to go down to eat. They went down and came to Hermione who was talking with Ginny. They were blushing and giggling so Harry assumed they were talking about love or something. They recover quickly when they saw them and they all go to the Great Hall. They were walking slowly in a corridor when they heard footsteps, like people running. They looked around them, searching for the origin of the sound. Then, two little boys stopped in front of them. Three little girls came just after them. One of them, a redhead with blue eyes was jumping, looking victorious until she looked up at the four tallest. She stared at Harry first and then she looked at the other three. Then, she finally ran to Harry and wrapped her arms around his legs. Harry was very surprised, this little girl not more than five years old seemed to know him well, but for him, apart from his hair and eyes, which corresponded in every way to those of the Weasley family, he had no idea who she could be. One of the two little boys, a gray-eyed blonde who, astonishingly, reminded him of Malfoy, moved closer to Harry as well. He had a sulky pout on his face. He grabbed the girl by the shoulders and tried to pull her back.

"Irina! Let him go, he's my daddy… So it's not you who should be hugged" Harry opened his mouth wide and his eyes widened, as did his three friends.

"Your what?" Hermione wondered.

"My daddy" The child replied, looking at Hermione like she was stupid.

"But you don't look like him at all! And Harry would know if he had kids" Ron said.

The little boy's eyes widened and he suddenly burst into tears. Everyone remained frozen in front of the crying child, absolutely not knowing what to do. He cried louder and louder, making students turning in the corridor. He would have kept crying for a while if the blond girl, who was now in front of them, had not arrived. She was a blonde girl of fifteen or sixteen years old, according to Harry's deductions. She had the little one in her arms, who was slowly calming down. She then gave them a small smile before disappearing at the corner of the corridor. They finally arrived in front of the Great Hall. They came to their seats at the Gryffindor table, but as Harry lifted his leg to the other side of the bench, he was shoved by a Gryffindor who seemed to be in third year. He nearly fell but caught himself on Ron's shoulder. The boy wanted to continue on his way but an icy voice sounded throughout the great hall.

"Emett!" The person concerned turned quickly, furiously. He glared at the blond girl Harry had met earlier.

"What?" Emett said, irritably.

"First, you talk to me otherwise, and secondly, excuse you"

They glared at each other for a moment before the youngest turned to Harry and apologized reluctantly. Harry gave him a smile for acceptance. The boy turned around and went to sit further away. Harry also smiled at the girl to thank her and he finally sat down with his friends. He picked up some food and started eating but stopped after a few seconds. He could almost hear the wheels working in Hermione's head. He raised his head to her and swallowed his food.

"Hermione?" She raised her head and, understanding his question, opened her mouth, ready to explain.

"Don't you think it's weird that there are kids we don't know?"

"What children? We know everyone, Mione" Ron interjected.

"No, there are ten children that we don't know. Look, there are those five children there that we met earlier. Then there are the two blondes with their two brunettes friends. Then the blonde girl and probably her brother who shoved you"

"Yes, you're right, but what do you want to mean?" Harry asked.

"Well, that's not normal. We've never seen children under eleven years old here, one of them said you were his father, and this boy who shoved you looked just like you, Harry. Don't you think it's a little strange?"

"Congratulations Granger, did you understand that on your own?"

"What do you want Malfoy?" Ron asked angrily.

"I didn't talk to you, Weasley, I don't talk to the traitor" Malfoy answered. Ron looked upset and Malfoy sat between Harry and Ginny, pushing the redhead unceremoniously. They all gave him surprised looks, not understanding why Draco Malfoy was sitting at their table. They remained silent before Malfoy decided to explain himself.

"One of the five kids over there called me daddy," He said, pointing to the five little ones in a corner. This announcement began to raise some doubts in Hermione's mind.

"Which?" Malfoy almost didn't answer, but, thinking about it, she was pretty smart and could quite easily understand what the problem was.

"The blond one" Ron and Harry snickered, the hair color of Malfoy's potential son was not really surprising. Hermione's doubts increased. That little blond boy had called Harry as well as Malfoy daddy. Either this little boy had confused them, which greatly surprised Hermione, or he called everyone Daddy. She thinks about it more intensely, and then finally decides that the problem wasn't there. The problem was that no one seemed to think it was strange that children coming out of nowhere looked a lot like them and called them daddy. When she came back to reality, the tone had gone up between the three boys, especially between Ron and Malfoy. Harry seemed to be content to listen to them with an amused or even a fond air. She sighed and decided to stop them.

"Shut up!" They all turned to look at her, looking surprised.

"Instead of bickering about your family's purity of blood, think about more important things." Malfoy seemed to go off in his thoughts, looking for what was so important to make Hermione react as much. He seemed to find it.

"It's probably nothing Granger, no need to worry about that." With these unpleasant words, he got up and left the hall.

"Can anyone explain to me why this moron was sitting with us?" Ron asked, visibly angry. Only two pairs of lost eyes answered him. Hermione sighed, her problem still in her mind. Then, without warning, she got up hurriedly and ran away from the Great Hall. Harry and Ron stared at each other.

"Library?" Ron asked.

"Nah, Dumbledore"