There were now fifteen people in the dust filled room, and for what seemed like an agonisingly long time, no one spoke. Then, as if saved by the bell, the teenage Weasley twins decided to break the unbearable tension and speak up.

"Well, hello folks, isn't this interesting" said George intriguingly. "I'm sure we're all wondering what the hell we're doing here, and who all of the other people are that we don't know, so how about a few friendly introductions hey?"

The younger Fred cleared his throat and spoke very carefully. "Uh, hey George" he murmured shyly.

"How on earth do you know my name?" said George curiously.

"Well, you see, I, uh, I'm your son" he finished hesitantly.

"What? How the hell could you be my son? I'm only seventeen! And you don't look much younger than me. That's impossible!" he cried indignantly.

"Hang on George, calm down a second, and think rationally" said Hermione. "In this room, there is a younger looking version of you and Fred, (a gasp sounded from where the youngest Fred stood) an older version of Ginny and Harry, and a teenage Sirius and Remus along with people who are bound to be Harry's parents. Now, if I'm correct in my assumptions, (Ron snorted what sounded like "of course you are") then somehow there are three different generations of people, including a few who should be dead, stood here in this very room. And they all came out of the fireplace".

"Three different generations?" questioned Remus. "Hang on, what year is this?"

"1976" said James, Sirius, Peter and Lily.

"1995" said Harry, Ron, Fred, George, Hermione and Ginny.

"2018" said the younger James and Fred, and the older Harry and Ginny.

"Oh bollux" said James and Sirius together.

There was an awkward pause before the seventeen year old Fred said "well then, that clears that up doesn't it?", causing a few scattered laughs around the room.

A few seconds later, after more strained silence, two people came wandering down the stairs, laughing and yawning until they came to a standstill at the bottom, staring around at the new occupants of the room. One was a mature teenager who had long silvery blonde hair that shined in ribbons under the golden sunlight. The other was a lanky looking young man with bright green eyes and shocking pink hair. They stared around the room in awe before the woman spoke.

"Who are zeez people?" she questioned to the adult Harry and Ginny.

"Well Victoire, it seems that we've had a bit of a time travelling incident occur" said Harry slowly. "Meet my parents, their best friends, and mine and Ginny's teenage selves along with the teenage Ron, Hermione, and Fred and George."

"Woah Harry, did you just say 'my parents and their best friends?'" said the pink haired man anxiously.

"Yeah Teddy, I did" whispered Harry.

"But that must mean…" Teddy trailed off as his eyes scanned the room and landed on sixteen year old Remus Lupin. His hair immediately changed to the mousy brown of Remus', and he advanced slowly.

"Woah man, that's so cool, he's an animagus!" whispered Sirius to James, and they murmured excitedly.

"Who – who are you?" said Remus slowly.

"I know this seems weird, but, I'm your son" said Teddy, barely above a whisper.

"Get in there moony, someone got lucky!" wolf-whistled James with a sly grin.

"Wow, I have a son in the future!" said Remus excitedly. "What sort of a dad am I? I hope I'm okay. Hang on, you're not a werewolf are you? Who's your mother?"

There was a few moments of silence before Teddy spoke. "I bet you would've been a great dad" he smiled sadly. "And no, I'm not a werewolf, and my mother was Nymphadora Tonks".

"Wait, WHAT?" bellowed Sirius. "You mean to say, you slept with my cousin who's currently, or was, in our time, whatever, THREE YEARS OLD?!"

"Woah Sirius, calm down, I obviously fell in love with her when I was older!" he said hurriedly. "Was I in love with her?"

"Of course you were" said the adult Harry. "You two got married when she was twenty four. Your romance was something, believe me" he said. "You spent a whole year trying to ignore her because you thought you weren't good enough for her, then after a – certain incident at the end of my sixth year" he choked, "she found you, locked you in the shrieking shack and refused to let you go until you talked through all of your worries. Then when you were done she kissed you and took you for a stroll around the lake, and someone found you asleep in each other's arms the next morning."

"Woah Moony, that's like, really deep" said James.

"Yeah, it is" he said absently. "I guess I do have a happy ending after all"

"Hold up a minute" said the teenage Ginny. "You said, I bet you 'would've' been a great dad, and that your mother 'was' Nymphadora Tonks. What happened?"

"You said you came from 1995 right?" said adult Ginny to the six teenagers. They all nodded slowly. "So let me see, that puts me at the beginning of fourth year, Harry Ron and Hermione at the beginning of fifth, and Fred and George about to start seventh year right?" The teenagers nodded once more. "Oh Fred" she cried, and forgetting that he probably was a bit confused at having two Ginny's in the room, she ran towards him and flung her arms around his neck, hugging him tightly.

"Uh, there there Gin, it's okay" he said awkwardly, patting her on the back.

"Would anyone from the future, or that is to say, now, care to explain what the hell is going on?" said George impatiently.

"Yes, I think that would be best" said adult Harry in agreement. "But first, I had better fire call everyone. Teddy, can you go and get everyone from upstairs?" he asked, and with a swift nod, him and Victoire had turned and vanished up the stairs. Walking to the fire, Harry muttered to himself, saying "Right, Ron and Hermione, no wait their upstairs, I'll get them after. Mr and Mrs Weasley, George definitely, who else? Mmm, maybe I should just bring everyone". He threw the floo powder into the flames, which danced in a brilliant emerald colour, and began to call different houses, his head disappearing in a whoosh of smoke.

"Shall I make tea for anyone?" said adult Ginny nervously. She knew that in tense situations, her mother would always put the kettle on. When several people nodded in agreement, she bustled in to the kitchen and started organising various tea cups and biscuits onto an assortment of trays.

Thirty minutes later, the already crowded lounge was now full to bursting. There was the addition of the other ten children from upstairs, as well as Mr and Mrs Weasley, adult George and Angelina, Percy and his wife Audrey, Bill and Fleur, and adult Ron and Hermione.

"How about we go outside in the garden?" suggested James, who was currently staring at his grandparents with avid curiosity.

"Yeah, we can easily fit everyone out there, just add a few chairs dad" said the youngest Fred towards the new adult George. George only muttered in response, he was staring at the oldest Fred with tears in his eyes. Young Fred approached his dad and hugged him round the middle, something he would not ordinarily do, but thought it best under the circumstances.

Once everyone had filed out into the spacious garden, and the necessary chairs had been added (a lot to be precise), everyone sat in various groups and the chatter died down.

"Mate, what's going on?" said the adult Ron curiously. "Why are there people here who, you know should be … not?" Harry did not know whether he meant the extra people in general or the people who should be dead, but either way he noticed that the adult Ron could not look in oldest Fred's direction.

"Yeah Harry, and why are there replicas of me, you, Ron, Ginny and George?" said adult Hermione, curiosity gleaming through her eyes.

"And we want to know why the hell you lot are acting so mysteriously" said Sirius.

"Aside from the obvious situation" added Remus wisely.

"What on earth is going on dad?" said Albus from the hammock where he, Rose and Scorpius sat.

"And why isn't my delightful other half sat by the older version of me like he should be?" said George sarcastically, indicating Fred next to him.

"Okay, well there's a lot I don't know, such as how on earth you all got here, but there's a lot of things I guess you need to know" began Harry nervously. "I haven't even told my kids some of the things that happened in our lives. But I guess I should start from the beginning, right from Halloween in 1981….."