A/N: I don't own any links unless I say otherwise, and I don't own harry potter or any of the characters/events. (If I did Harry would've ended up with Luna because she has more personality throughout the books and it's not as expected as him with Ginny. Cliche much?)
As I lay on the hard, stone floor and try to catch my breath I hear a slight chuckling sound. Groaning I manage to lift my head up partially, only to take in an amused, very much alive, Dumbledore. My eyes widen in shock at seeing the man I watched die, happily unwrapping a lemon drop as he laughs at me pain.
"Professor?" I stand up carefully, eyes not leaving him in fear that he'll disappear as soon as I do. "Is … is that really you? You're alive?"
"Yes, I believe I am quite alive." The old but younger than I remember headmaster smiles at me, eyes twinkling. "Now, correct me if I'm mistaken but I do believe that the letter you hold is addressed to me?"
I nod quickly, surprised that he noticed, before handing him the letter and taking a seat as he reads through the note from his future portrait-self.
After only several minutes, Professor Dumbledore nods and begins questioning me on certain things (assuring me that his future portrait-self gave permission in the letter at my hesitation). We talk for several minutes as I explain my goal, the books, and several other things (including my father and Godfather).
Finally satisfied, Dumbledore allows me to leave the office and make my way to the Room of Requirement where he's certain everyone I need to speak to will be shortly. I don't slow down to admire the school as I rush to the RoR, partially because time is limited and partially because it honestly looks the same as when I went (or will go) to Hogwarts.
I quickly make my way to the left corridor on the seventh floor, trying to decide the best way to explain things to everyone. Especially since there are going to be some Slytherins and some Gryffindors, in one room for an unknown amount of time. Biting my lip I quickly pace three times across from the tapestries of some type of dancing Trolls.
"I need a place we can read the books, without any of the others being able to use magic to cause harm or damage to each other, the books, or me." I think, picturing a large room with plenty of room and seats for all. "Somewhere everyone that needs to will be able to find."
A large door appears and I eagerly make my way inside. I take note that the room seems to be decked out in a combination of Gryffindor, Slytherin, and Ravenclaw style. In the middle of the room, right across from the door, is a large house-neutral chair with a tall lamp behind it and a smaller lamp besides it on a little table. As soon as I sit, swerving the chair away from the door as I do so, I hear people entering.
"Professor Dumbledore, what is this place?" A female voice asks full of wonder and curiosity.
"This, Ms. Evans," Harry's mom? Or mine? I wonder immediately. "Is the Room of Requirements. It is a secret room that only appears when those in need are in dire need of it." The older wizard explains briefly. "Now, if all you students could take a seat there is someone who'd like to meet you. She will be explaining why you were all called her as well."
I nervously squeeze the book before swerving the chair back around, facing all the the people who need to know of the future in order to change it.
Six Gryffindors. Three Slytherins. One Ravenclaw.
The nine mostly strange strangers stare at me confused. I stare back nervously; it's 1975 and most of the people sitting around me are in their 6th year. Except my parents, who are only 4th years, and a blonde haired Slytherin who is a 7th year.
"My name's Des," I start off awkwardly as I try to avoid staring at my parents. It's kind of weird, I mean right now they're younger than me and in three years they're going to have me.
"It's nice to meet you Des, my name is Lily Evans and this is my younger sister Serena." The redhead introduces herself and my mother first. "If you don't mind me asking, what did you need to speak to all of us about?"
"This is going to sound … strange." I start slowly, "I'm from the future. I traveled back from the year 2000 actually, Dumbledore from my time helped me tinker with a TimeTurner in order to be sent back here. To change things."
I can tell from the expressions around the room that nobody believes me. "I know things about you all, things that have happened and things that will happen. Well, except Narcissa. I'm afraid I don't know you very well so I don't know anything personal." I can tell my blonde cousin is surprised I know her name.
"Okay, prove it. Tell us something that has happened that you know but isn't common knowledge." The young Remus Lupin offers, looking as if he's willing to believe me so long as I can provide evidence.
"I'm not very good with dates, so some of the stuff might not have happened yet. I'll start with Lily, since she introduced herself first." I try to remember everything I know about the woman, which isn't much but I do know quite a bit about her childhood thanks to my Godfather.
"Alright, Lily. You have two sisters, Serena Rose and Petunia, but you don't get along with your older sister because she's jealous of you two having magic. She wrote a letter to Dumbledore once, although I won't go into details on what it was about. You two, along with Severus Snape, read it much to her embarrassment.
"Serena, you tutor Regulus Black in transfiguration and have been since your second year. You only started to because Severus asked but you've actually become friends since then. You have a strange obsession with William Shakespeare, especially his play Othello."
I turn towards the future Longbottom couple next. "Alice and Frank, you two have been friends since your first day of Hogwarts but didn't start dating until fourth year I believe. Frank's family is a bit … eccentric. You both are aspiring to be aurors." I turn to the ¾ marauders present.
"You three, along with Peter Pettigrew, call yourselves the Marauders. Your nicknames are Prongs, Moony, and Padfoot. And Pettigrew it Wormtail."
"Everyone knows that." Sirius cuts in, eyes narrowed in distrust as I roll my eyes.
Standing up, I make my way to him and whisper why they have the nicknames they do. Once I'm happily seated again I take note of his shocked expression.
"Who the bloody hell are you?" James demands, obviously confused on what I could've whispered to Sirius in order to convince him.
I wince, conflicted on how to answer without actually answering. "Everything will be revealed eventually," I explain. "For now you just have to trust that I have the best intentions for all of you."
"You've given me no reason to trust nor believe you in the slightest," my younger-than-me Godfather sneers, rolling his eyes.
"You're Severus Snape; you excel in D.A.D.A and Potions, although you often have to correct the instructions in the potions book. If I were to open your Advanced Potion Making textbook by Libatius Borage and go to the back cover, do you know what I'd find?" I grin at his uncomfortable expression; noting also that the marauders look interested as well. "Your signature, of course. However, you did use your mum's last name." He looks relieved as the marauders lose interest.
"Now, it everyone's willing to listen I'd like to get started." I take a quick look around the room, eyes lingering slightly on my parents sitting opposite each other.
"Wait!" Sirius exclaims suddenly, excitement shining in his dark eyes. "Are you related to any of us in here?"
They all get excited as I struggle to hide my thoughts and expression. "I'm related to … several of you, actually. I do know all of you, even if I'm not related to all of you."
"Really? Who?" Lily asks, surprised and curious.
"If we go based on looks, I'd say she's related to someone with dark hair. That could be Sirius, James, Regulus, Alice, or Frank. Or Snape." Remus points out, looking closely at my facial structure.
"ARE YOU MY DAUGHTER?" Sirius demands, eyes wide in fear and shock. "I'M TOO YOUNG TO BE A FATHER! PLUS SHE'S OLDER THAN ME, PRONGSIE!" Sirius yells panicked as he shakes James.
"I'm not allowed to say who I'm related to yet," I snap at him. "The books will reveal it soon enough."
"Books?" Serena questions, as everyone settles back down. "What books?"
I smile at her, "This book. It's charmed so chapters appear as we finish ones. This is what I shall be reading to you all in order to tell you what happens in the future. The First book is called Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone."
"Who's Harry Potter?" Frank questions as James grins widely, throwing his arm around Lily.
"Our son, of course. I can't say I'm surprised that our son is such a big deal that the future telling book is named after him." James smirks cockily as Lily scoffs.
"Dream on, Potter."
"You know how we can know for sure? Let's read the book!" Alice snaps, annoyed at the bickering she - and everyone else - is so tired of hearing.
Everyone turns to me again, sheepish as they notice my annoyance. "The first chapter is called The Boy Who Lived."
And so it begins.
A/N: I will be skipping this chapter because I find it boring to reread so many times. The next chapter will be them reflecting on chapter one and then maybe chapter two of the book. THANKS FOR READING!