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Albus Dumbledore was patrolling the corridors outside his office as he did every night, thinking to himself about how the recent First Years were settling into the school, when suddenly his thoughts were interrupted by a bright flash of light. Four boys were suddenly lying in a pile on the floor, limbs tangled together. Startled, he raised his wand at the intruders.
"Ergh, I feel like I've been dragged through a space half my size," one of the boys said, with a clear Irish accent.
"I feel like I've just had about sixty bludgers aimed at me at the same time," the black haired boy said, "I'm going to kill Parkinson, that evil cow, what was she doing?"
"Where are we?" the ginger boy asked, untangling himself from the pile of limbs.
"I think we're still in Hogwarts," the black haired boy said.
"You are indeed at Hogwarts," Albus said, finally finding his voice after the shock of the new arrivals. The four boys turned to look at him, and appeared startled, quickly jumping up from the floor and dusting down their robes.
"Professor Dumbledore…?" the dark skinned boy said, sounding as though he was asking a question. Dean was confused, and the others expressions proved they were as well. Dumbledore was looking at least twenty years younger than when they had last seen him, earlier that day at lunch.
"Yes, although I am sorry. You seem to know my name, although I don't know yours. James Potter, I would like an explanation stating why and how you have brought three others into this castle. You should know better, at times like these you can hardly trust anyone. Also, why are they wearing Griffindor robes?" Dumbledore asked, clearly just as confused as the boys. "You," he gestured to Ron, "Are a Weasley, I assume?" Ron nodded, and the colour drained out of the four teenagers faces as Harry was referred to with his fathers name.
"Sir, I'm not James Potter," he said, looking Dumbledore in the eye, knowing that the shade of his eyes would prove this to the man. "My father was James Potter. I, on the other hand, am Harry Potter."
"Your father? But you must be the same age as James Potter, how can he possibly be your father?"
"Professor, I have an odd question, but what year is this?" Seamus asked. Dumbledore raised his eyebrows at the boy, "Sorry, I'm Seamus Finnigan."
"It's 1976, of course, same year as it has been since the start of the year." Any colour remaining in the boys faces promptly drained out. "What answer were you expecting?"
"1996. That's the year we were in until about ten minutes ago."
"I think Mr. Potter, Mr. Finnigan, Mr. Weasley, and Mr…"
"Thomas, Dean Thomas," Dean said quickly.
"You better come up to my office."
The four boys followed the Professor up to his office, to shocked to do anything other than exchange worried glances and confused looks.
"Pear drops," Dumbledore said to the gargoyle guarding the winding staircase to where his office was situated. The gargoyle rotated at the five arrived at a large wooden door with a silver plaque reading:
'Albus Percivel Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, Headmaster Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Order of Merlin, First Class,'
Harry almost smiled at the familiarity of the scene, but stopped himself, when he realised now wasn't an appropriate time for giggling. Actually, he had regularly been told by Ron that never was an appropriate time for giggling, but Harry didn't care.
Dumbledore opened the door to his office, and conjured up four large beanbags. "Please, take a seat," he said, gesturing to the beanbags. The four boys sat down and were almost engulfed by the massive beanbags.
"Boys, I would give you verituserum, but I have been proven by your relatives," he nodded to Seamus, Harry and Ron, "That they are trustworthy. I will believe everything you tell me. However, I will now ask a lot of questions so we can sort out the situation we find ourselves in. Lemon drop?" The boys all declined with a shake of their heads.
"First, we have established, Mr. Potter that James Potter is your father, who is your mother?"
"Lily Evans, was my mother, Sir. I have been told I have her eyes." Harry said.
"That is true, Miss. Evans does indeed have the same shade eyes as you have. Who are your parents?" he asked the other three.
"Molly and Arthur Weasley," Ron said, in this time, they will already have…" Ron paused a minute to work it out, "Three children, Bill, Charlie and Percy."
"Ryan Wilson, is my father. Briana Finnigan my mother, I have my mothers surname since my parents are split."
"I never knew my Dad," Dean said, "My Mum is a muggle, Francessca Thomas. I don't know if my biological father was a wizard or not."
"I can only assume that Lily Evans is dead in your timeline, you say she was your mother."
"Yes, Sir. James Potter also died. They died when I was one, on October 31st. Voldemort came to kill me, but they blocked him. My mother cast a powerful love shield before she died, and I was protected from the killing curse. It bounced off me, and back to Voldemort. I was left with this lightning bolt shaped scar on my forehead and no parents." Harry lifted his fringe to reveal the scar. "He then went to hide in Albania for thirteen years."
"You survived the killing curse? Something I thought was impossible. Is Voldemort dead in your timeline?"
"Yes, Sir. I killed him at the end of my fifth year at school in a fight at the minestry. Dean, Seamus and Ron were all present, along with the Order of the Phoenix, and then of course the Death Eaters and Voldemort. I hit Voldemort with a powerful stunning charm and he fell backwards through the veil in the Department of Mysteries."
"Some of the more powerful Death Eaters, who I assume are still students here, or have only just left were killed by Order members. Bellatrix Lestrange, Antonin Dolohov, Yaxley, and others were amongst them. Lucius Malfoy was revealed to be a traitor the Wizarding World, and was given a life sentence in Azkaban."
"Peter Pettigrew is a traitor. He betrays my mother and father to Voldemort, by giving him their location on the night of their death. He was a Death Eater since three month after leaving Hogwarts. He frames Sirius Black for the killing of thirteen muggles, and his own death, along with the death of two of his best friends, and Sirius spends twelve years in Azkaban. He escapes in our third year at Hogwarts, and is proven to be innocent after the war ended, and Pettigrew was captured and given the dementor's kiss. Remus Lupin spends the twelve years alone, before coming to teach Defence at Hogwarts in 1993. He becomes one of the strongest members of the order of the Phoenix when it is reformed, and is also my mate." Harry added the last part, and watched Dumbedore's face light up in shock.
"In our fourth year at Hogwarts, the Triwizard Tournement takes place, and I end up as a participant. It was a set up, all created by an imposter, Barty Crouch Jr., who was pretending to be Mad-Eye Moody. They needed my blood to be part of the reseruction potion, needed to bring Voldemort back to human form. When I say human, he really wasn't human. I and another student are transported to a graveyard, where the other student is killed. I watch as Voldemort is resurrected, and somehow manage to get back to Hogwarts alive."
"In fifth year, the war was out full force, and we spent a lot of time in Order of the Phoenix meeting, as opposed to out studies. However, we were able to corner the Death Eaters and Voldemort in the Department of Mysteries, and Voldemort was killed once and for all."
"Okay," Dumbledore said. "So this was July of 1996." They all nodded. "Can someone explain how you came to be here, in 1976?"
"We were in potions class, making the time potion. Severus Snape is our teacher." Dumbledore appeared pleseantly surprised. "And one of the Slytherin girls, Pansy Parkinson, dropped some extra ingredients into our cauldrons. They exploded and the next thing we knew we were found by you in the corridor. It was 18th September, when we left." Dean explained, his voice calm as usual.
"It is 7th September here, so you have arrived in our first week of term. If it was a potion that brought you here, it will probably be a potion that will take you back. However, I am not aware of an antidote to the time potion, so we will have to put some heavy research into finding out how to get you back. It could take months, it could take years. The potion will probably be complicated, and it will need to be tested."
"Years?" Ron said, sounding nervous.
"Yes, I'm afraid so Mr. Weasley."
"Professor, I have already made you aware that I am the mate of a werewolf," Harry said, trying to sound calm, but his voice uneven, "If I am away from him for long periods of time, it will drive us both crazy. I guess it won't be a problem for me, as Remus Lupin is still a student here, but what about the Remus Lupin in the future?"
"Each month that you pass here will only be around a day in your world, so you shouldn't be away from Mr. Lupin for too long."
"What about our parents, if we suddenly go missing from school so soon after the war, then they will think he have been abducted or something." Ron said.
"I am sure that my future self will be able to let them know where you really are, as I will have recognition of this event perfectly well enough to inform them." Dean, Seamus and Ron nodded at this.
"If each month we spend here is only a day in our timeline, will we age in this timeline, and then go back to our timeline with the aging we have done here?" Seamus asked.
"You will indeed age in this timeline, and maybe return up to several years older than you are now. I will insist that you graduate in both this timeline and your own, however, this way your parents and friends will be able to attend your graduation when you actually graduate, and your NEWT scores will be at the correct time, rather than twenty years too early."
"What if we change something in this timeline?" Dean asked, thinking about all the differences they could make.
"If you change anything in this time, then your future will be changed to match with what you change. It won't be like in fiction, where the world blows up or something because of one small change. It is far more likely that anyone involved in what you change will have memories of what has happened in your timeline currently, but also have memories of the changed timeline. I'm not going to advise that you go changing that past, but if it comes to it, then I guess there won't be any serious problems with sorting out your father's situation, and dealing with Mr. Pettigrew."
"I can try and change it, my parents could live, Remus wouldn't have to spend twelve years alone, and Sirius wouldn't have to be imprisoned in Azkaban. That would be amazing…" Harry said, talking to himself.
"Now, I am sure you are more than aware that you can't reveal who you actually are to the students, Mr. Weasley, Mr. Potter and Mr. Finnigan, your surnames are recognisable even now, so you will need to change them. Mr. Thomas, you will be fine, as you are muggle born."
"I'll change my surname to Wilson, Sir," Ron said.
"Murphy, Sir," Seamus said.
"I guess I'll be Powell, Sir," Harry added.
"I assume you all want to keep your first names, it will help to avoid confusion," the four nodded.
"What about our belongings, Sir, they are all twenty years in the future?" Ron asked.
"I was just getting to that. You are all going to need books and equipment for your classes, robes, and casual clothes. Since none of you will have access to your Gringott's accounts until the future, I will give you money, and you can pay me back in the future," Dumbledore grinned at the idea. "I will let you go the Diagon Alley, accompanied by Hagrid, he will just make sure your safe, and then you can go to muggle London unaccompanied."
"When you have finished, I will tell the landlord of the Leaky Cauldron to expect you, and you will be able to floo back to my office. I assume you are all Griffindors?" The four nodded, "Then you will start your lessons with them the next day. Can you just write down the classes you take, and I will get a booklist for you all before tomorrow." The four nodded and wrote the classes down on a piece of paper.
"If anyone asks, we will say we were at a school in Australia, but it closed down, so our parents have sent us to the school which they attended. We don't sound Australian because we spent every holiday in England, and we grew up here. We were sorted when we arrived, and we all put in Griffindor." Dean said.
"You've always been the best at making up stories, Dean," Seamus joked.
"Well, now all that is sorted, it's rather too late for you to go up to your own dormitory, so I will simply expand a storeroom, and magic some beds in there." Dumbledore said. "I am sure you are all tired and could do with the sleep."
The boys grinned, "Thank you, Sir," Harry said.
Dumbledore walked over to the nearest storeroom, and with a few waves of his wand, the room was ready. "There are some pyjamas in there, so you don't have to sleep in your robes. Mr. Finnigan, Mr. Thomas, I assume you will be sharing," he said, looking down at their entwined hands, "You aren't technically students here yet, otherwise I wouldn't condone such behaviour." Dean and Seamus both blushed brightly at the reference to their relationship, but didn't complain about the double bed Dumbledore had given them.
"Good night, guys," Harry said, and turned the lights off.