James POV:

I lifted my head slightly, groaning with the effort it took to keep my throbbing head up. The rest of the group had already woken up, and were murmuring quietly amongst themselves, though I could hardly make out who was who, because there was absolutely no light whatsoever shining into the pitch black room. Or hallway, because it seemed much to long and narrow to be a single room.

"James!" someone who I assumed was Rose started to shout at me but was interrupted by some curtains opening and a filthy looking woman screaming,

A man with long, dark curly black hair came sprinting into the hallway and pulled the curtains shut, yelling:

"Shut up! Shut up you stupid old hag!"

Another wizard with a strange whirling electric blue eye came out of a doorway in the hallway and said with a sarcastic edge to his voice,

"Wonder what set that off."

With that he turned to us, and grabbed Teddy by the arm, dragging him through the doorway from which he had come. The man followed him, beckoning for us to come too.

"Now then," we heard a distant voice say. We looked up to see the piercing blue eyes of the one and only, Albus Dumbledore. "Perhaps you could enlighten us as to who you are and what you are doing here?"

"Where are we?" Victoire asked, stepping forward slightly.

"Why,"said Professor McGonagall, looking slightly appalled. "You're at Number Twelve Grimmauld Place, of course."

My cousins and I looked at each other, jaws open.

"What year is this?" Teddy asked them.

A man with shoulder length sandy hair and hazel eyes answered:

"1995."

One thought crashed through my mind then, and as I looked at Fred's, I could tell it was going through his as well.

Oh Crap.


Ha, Ha. Cliffy. The man that told them what year it is was Remus, if you hadn't guessed. Please review! This is my first fanfic, so please no flames.