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Chapter II.

Harry Potter and the WHAT?

Lily I

Sometimes I hate Black.

Sometimes I really Hate Black.

He sent us to an unknown place. No, nothing's wrong with that.

-Flashback-

"Look!" Potter exclaimed. "To Moony, Padfoot, Lily, Severus and Prongs."

My head turned. "Potter, leave that," I ordered weakly. But Black had already bolted toward the brown package. A gleam of light was the last I saw before I landed on James.

-End flashback-

"HOLY-" something underneath me shrieked, muffler by my- oh, well. It doesn't matter anyway.

"Harry Potter and the WHAT?" a girl's voice came. I sat up, and the strangest thing ever met my eyes. Lots of readheads, three clone of James, Dumbledore, McGonagall, someone a bit like Lupin, a woman with pink hair, a boy with turquoise, a girl with blonde hair, a person that reminded me a bit of my former best friend, and a few boys like Lucius Malfoy (Without the hair).

"Hello," I said brightly. Nobody responded for quite some time.

"Good evening Miss. Evans." Dumbledore said, eyes twinklig. "May I introduce you to your son, Harry James Potter?"

I felt as though I'd been struck by lightning. Me and Potter? James didn't mind though.

"Shocking, Isn't it?" a boy (or clone) added sarcastically. "Oh, and I'm James II. The awesomest person you'll ever meet."

"I'm Al. Sorry, I can't tell you more," Al muttered shyly.

"And I'm Lily II," Lily II happily pointed out.

"I'm Rose, this is Hugo,"

"Teddy here," Teddy said. "Oh, Vic. How'd you get here?"

"Well, Uncle told me to get you all for tea, so I did. But when I got to the attic, you were all gone. Oh, and then this box was on the floor, Uncle's name was on it so I picked it up and landed here," the blonde said. "I'm Victorie by the way."

"Chocolate, anyone?" a man smiled. He looked friendly, but somehow familiar.

"Y-yes please," Teddy whimpered. The man smiled and passed chocolate around.

"Who are you anyway?" I asked, nibbling the piece of chocolate I'd been handed.

"I am Remus Lupin."

"B-but I'm that guy," my time Lupin said worriedly.

Future Lupin chuckled. "We both are."

"Cool, where am I?" Black grinned.

"And me?" Potter enthusiastically asked.

"Sorry, we can't tell you yet," Al hurriedly apologized.

"So, how did you get here?" Rose asked me.

"These idiots touched some parcel," I explained.

"What, this muggle TV? We got sent here by DVDs."

"How do you know so much about muggles?"

"Oh, my grandparents are muggles."

She looked at the bushy haired girl as she said it. It suddenly struck me that she looked a lot like her. Well, excluding the red hair.

"I'm Hermione Granger," Hermione Granger told me. "And this is Ron, Ginny, Harry, and so forth."

"Hi," I smiled. Everybody greeted me warmly, without Harry (Whom was staring at Ginny)

"HELLO HARRY!"

"Um, hello," he awkwardly replied, smiling.

"So, we watch Harry Potter?" Hugo asked.

"No, that would be rude dear," a plump woman smiled.

"He meant the movies, Mrs. Weasley," Victorie sighed.

"Oh.."

"Ooh, muggle movies!" a middle aged (I think) man smiled.

"Yes, they are too fascinating," a dirty blonde I'd never seen before added loftily. "I'm Luna Lovegood."

Rose

It took them five hours to set up the television.

Yeah, no kidding.

"Hey!"

Scorp was suddenly grinning down at me.

"Go out with me, Weaslette?"

I punched his arm. "I already am!"

"Great, I didn't know. Thanks for clearing it up for me."

And he then merrily skipped off to help with dinner. This was very confusing.

"He bothering you?" I turned to find Hugo peering down at me.

"No," I bluntly replied, stalking off to- um, well, get away from him.

"Hi, Rose!" Mo- Hermione smiled.

"Hmmm?"

"Listen, I want to know if you have any connection to Harry, Ron, Ginny or me."

Yeah, sure Mom. Ron's my dad and Harry and Ginny are my aunt and uncle, and my godparents too.

"I'm sorry. Even if I did, I wouldn't tell you. Yet." I tried to sound casual, but I probably messed up big time. Mom is really smart, so she'd figure it out sooner or later. Preferably later.

She raised an eyebrow " Don't play games with me, Rose. I'm onto you."

"Says who, I-have-a-crush-on-a-ginger?" I cheekily grinned, cocked head.

She hissed at me and marched off.

"Good evening, Professor Snape," I said, sarcastically bowing deeply.

"Wait. This bat is me?" the younger Snape shouted at me.

"Now Snivellus. You cannot call fellow greasy gits that," Sirius sighed over by the TV (James I was looking as though he'd never seen anything as advanced), waggling his finger. I snorted with laughter.

"Ten points from Gryffindor for your cheek Miss. Rose," Snape (A/N younger of every character will from now on be in italics. First and second will be I and II) said through unmoving lips. "And ten more points for Mr. Black's bad joke."

"Nu-uh. We'ree not at Hogwarts," I grinned.

Picking up Harry Potter and The Deathly Hallows Part 1, I looked at the clock. More visitors were coming soon...