Summary: For all of you who love those HG time travel clichés. The trio and Ginny are catapulted into the past for the journey of their lives that begins, and ends, with Lily and James. AU R&R

Chapter 2: Dumbledore Changes the Plans

Summary: The trio have arrived in the past, but Dumbledore doesn't seem to want to go along with his own plan.

AN: No, this is not from before Sirius died, merely before all the junk in HBP happened, and I never said it was Sirius. I didn't mention this in the first chapter, and I don't know if I'll ever get around to it, but Harry's sixth and seventh year were uneventful, with the minor exception of him killing Voldemort and the major event of Ron and Hermione finally getting their act together.

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I'm American, so I'd like to apologize now for any Americanisms used and for the lack of true British slang. Sorry, but I don't know what's universal and what's just used in the U.S. of A. Any help in the matter would be appreciated.

I'm really sorry it took so long.

Alrighty then, on with the new chapter! I hope it doesn't disappoint!

Peragro Tempus- Chapter 2: Dumbledore's New Plan

Ginny and the Golden Trio landed abruptly on the cold stone floor just outside of Dumbledore's office. They all rubbed their butts and began shivering when Hermione pointed out something that the other three hadn't noticed, being so concerned with their behinds.

"How odd, it's night here when it was barely noon back home. I should ask Professor Flitwick why that is when we get back," Hermione said, a slight frown dropping the corners of her mouth at the thought of having to wait to talk to a professor.

"What, don't you think he'll still be teaching? Honestly, Mione, the man's ancient," Ron said, starting out sarcastically but hoping to at least get a grin out of his girlfriend (long story, but it has a lot to do with the color purple and giant stuffed spiders).

"Guys, guys. Just shut up! We just have to go and 'check in' with Dumbledore and then we can all get some sleep," Ginny half-screamed. Then, she added with a slight pout to Harry, "You'd think with all their sexual tension released they'd at least be able to hold back from bickering like grandparents in front of the general public."

Harry just laughed, not exactly the smartest thing to do when you have a very angry, very cold, very annoyed witch sitting next to you who could quite easily blame (coughhexcough) you for all of her discomforts.

"Har-ry," Hermione growled. "Do you want to share something with the group?"

"No, I'm good," Harry said hurriedly.

"Alright, then. Let's just get going to Dumbledore's so I can go to bed. Time traveling this far back took a lot out of me," Hermione grumbled.

"It took a lot out of all of us," Ron said wisely.

They walked the short distance to the stairs, surprised to find the door open to the stairs that led up to Dumbledore's office, walked boringly (with the exception of Ginny, who tripped halfway up the stairs) up said stairs, and found themselves in front of the same oak door that they had seen, a little worse for wear, admittedly, just that morning. They let themselves in and silently shut the door behind them.

They jumped back slightly when they realized that Dumbledore wasn't the only person currently occupying the room other than themselves. They were even more astonished to see that it was, of all people, Lily and James sitting in front of Dumbledore's desk. They could plainly see that Lily was irate about something.

"I can't believe you made him, of all people, Head Boy! Why, Professor? Why?" Lily wailed, her temper showing through.

"Now Lily, you know as well as I, even if you don't wish to admit it, that James is the best choice to help lead the student body in this time of crisis. He is looked up to by those younger and older than himself, he is at the top of his class in all of his subjects, and he adds humor to the school in a time of war but knows when to stop," Dumbledore said kindly, seeing that Lily needed time to accept this. "Oh, and I'd like you to meet the new students that will be joining the seventh year in Gryffindor with you two. I trust you will befriend them, but you will find that they already know their way around the castle, having stayed for a month here this summer with me."

Both Lily and James spun around suddenly to look where Dumbledore's finger was pointing. Lily, though, spun around a bit too suddenly for gravity's taste and she fell to the floor. James could not help but giggle (though he might call it a "manly chuckle").

Lily wisely choose to ignore him in favor of getting back on her chair and then starring at the likeness between Harry and James.

"Excuse me, sir," she said politely to Dumbledore. "Are these two related?" Here she pointed at Harry and then to James.

"Yes," Harry answered her. "And, Professor, I have this letter for you. This…er… may sound a bit odd, but it's from yourself."

"Thank you. So you're a Potter, then?" Dumbledore asked, taking the letter from Harry's outstretched hand.

"Of course, Professor," Harry answered, while Ginny, Hermione, and Ron were all stuck between on looking shocked that Harry would so readily disclose such information and staring at Lily and James like they were some new form of mutant squid marshmallow that had started talking to them.

"I understand that we are to be great friends in the future, and so I must insist that you call me Albus. Also, I feel it would be a waste of Mr. Potter's, Mr. Weasley's, and Ms. Granger's time to go through seventh year again. How would you feel about teaching DADA?" Dumbledore asked, leaving everyone but Harry, who was used to Dumbledore's unpredictability, shocked/confused.

"Well, I'd like to, if it's okay with Hermione and Harry," Ron said enthusiastically.

"I'd love to," Hermione answered.

"Sure," Harry said shrugging.

"What about meeeeeee?" Ginny whined (cutely, in Harry's opinion).

"Well, Ms. Weasley, you may complete your seventh year here or be a teacher's assistant to your friends. It's your choice," Dumbledore said, eyes twinkling.

"Guys, I'd like to get to do my seventh year now, and really hang with all the girls in Gryffindor, if it's alright with you," Ginny asked, waiting for them, but especially Harry, to answer her.

"Fine with us," Ron and Hermione answered, peering at Harry to see how he was taking her reaction.

"If you want to," Harry answered neutrally, but disappointment shone in his eyes.

"Um, sir, not to be rude or anything, but who are these people?" James Potter asked, seemingly finding his voice.

"Well, the redheaded boy is Ronald Weasley, his sister, the other redhead, is Ginny Weasley, the brunette is Ms. Hermione Granger, and the young man that looks remarkably like James is Harry Potter. I believe, and correct me if I am wrong, you four, but they are from the future. I'm sure you two know the importance of keeping this a secret," Dumbledore murmured softly so as to not be overheard.

Lily and James just sat in shock, staring at the four time-travelers. (A/N: Really, what did you expect?)

"Albus, should we tell them about you-know-what?" Ginny questioned the headmaster.

"I think that should be up to Harry to decide, don't you?" Dumbledore answered.

Harry stood for a moment, letting himself get caught up in looking at his parents for the first time since he had entered Dumbledore's office. He couldn't believe he had actually made it here. That his parents were younger than him! And, even more amazing, ALIVE! It was just hard to deal with, but Harry, being ever so mature for his age of 18, was dealing with all of it by suppressing his glee from showing on his face. He was also putting down his very strong urge to jump up and down and squeal in likeness of a girl in front of his parents and friends. He couldn't really promise anything for when he was alone, though.

"I'll…I'll think about it. I don't really know if they can handle it yet," Harry said, still gazing at his parents. His eyes started to tear up, but he refused to let the tears fall. After all, he wasn't the boy-who-lived, the man-who-defeated, ect. for nothing.

Ginny noticed everything. After all, she was the former certified "Harry Watcher" of the Harry Potter Fans For Life Club (HPFFLC), not to mention its founder.

"Alright. Just tell them when you're ready," Hermione said, shocking Harry and Ginny out of their staring.

"Ms. Evans, Mr. Potter, I'm sure your friends are missing you. Why don't you go show our new student to her dormitory and give her the password to the common room," Dumbledore said, standing up from his chair. Lily and James did the same, but Ginny and the trio just remained standing.

"Sure, Professor," Lily and James chorused. The heads left the room and Ginny followed shortly after, barely pausing to shoot them all a look that said if they didn't tell her everything that they said while she was gone, they would be hexed until they were back in the future.

"Anything else, sir?" Hermione asked, yawning halfway through her question.

"No, that'll be all. You will each have your own rooms, but you'll be sharing a common space for living. Your rooms will be right by the Gryffindor common room so you'll be able to talk to Ms. Weasley at any time of the night. The password for the common room is "protinus vir" and your password is "illic legon unus". Enjoy your stay here in the past!" Dumbledore exclaimed, grinning and eyes twinkling.

"Thank you, sir. I'm exhausted," Ron said.

"Yes, but I'd like to know one more thing before we go-" here Hermione paused momentarily to take a breath and Ron groaned.

"Really, Mione, do you have to ask questions when we're so tired?" Ron demanded.

"Honestly, Ronald, it's just one question and I won't be able to sleep all that well if I don't know the answer so just LET ME ASK IT!" Hermione huffed. "Sorry, Professor. We just get like that sometimes," Here Harry coughed. "Anyways, I'd like to know if you knew all those things about us and our past just from that letter. I really didn't think it was all that long."

"No, all it said was a phrase I came up with that only I would know, and then my future self gave me all my memories concerning you four and the knowledge that when you went back, all of those memories would all be forgotten," Dumbledore said. "Now, you all look exhausted, so I suggest you all go and get some rest. You've got a long day of teaching ahead of you tomorrow."

"Thank you, sir," the trio chorused as they left the room.

"They will make great teachers," Dumbledore muttered as the three left the room.

As the three started to walk towards their room, they finally started realizing exactly how tired they were. They could barely move their feet anymore, their mouths ached horribly so they knew they weren't going to be able to talk for at least half an hour without their mouths giving them trouble, and all three of them felt a crick in their necks.

All their complaints were forgotten when they stepped into their own common room.

The common room itself was at least as large as the Dursley's entire house laid out on one level. The room was decorated in all of the houses colors, but Gryffindor was obviously predominant. There were several plush chairs of all the house colors lining a fireplace the size of a refrigerator on its side. The fireplace had tiles with all of the house's crests lining the border with the Hogwart's crest in the center.

There was an entire wall devoted to books and maps and scrolls and everything else a scholar could want. Ancient books, classic books, muggle books, wizarding books, and recent books all shared shelf space on the wall of books that the three could only gape at.

A beautiful staircase lined in marble and covered in plush carpet led the way to their rooms.

And as each of them found their rooms, they could tell right then and there that they could stay there forever.

Hermione's room was a soft yellow in color and had only one small bookcase tucked into the corner. Her bed had a beautiful silk canopy surrounding the comfortable blue cotton bedspread.

Ron's room looked similar to his room at the Burrow, but larger. Several antique brooms lined the walls along with at least 15 moving and still photos and posters of the Chudley Cannons. The blinding orange color of his normal room was toned down a bit and was had more red in its color. His simple mahogany bed had a lion on its blankets.

Harry's room was pure Gryffindor spirit. The entire room was covered either in quidditch things, books, or Gryffindor memorabilia. There was a small desk tucked into the corner were Hermione's bookcase would've been and the years learning requirements were laid down on the desk along with a schedule of the years and house combinations that would be coming during the week.

All three undid the shrinking spell on their trunks, unloaded all the necessities inside of them, and changed into their pajamas. They couldn't help but collapse on their beds, falling asleep within a few minutes, awaiting their first day of teaching in the morning.

A/N: I know this probably wasn't worth the wait, but I promise I'll update much faster for chapter 3. I hope you enjoyed it. R&R!