Chapter 2
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, J. K. Rowling does *tear*
Albus P.'s POV
The last thing I remembered was the house violently shaking, but then everything went black. (probably because of James) It reminded me of a muggle movie that Dad and Aunt Hermione made us watch; Oz the Wizard, I think. But anyways I woke up to two red-haired boys jiggling me. My vision cleared and I saw that the two boys looked exactly like my Uncle George, so, naturally, I said the first thing that came to mind, "Uncle George, why are there two of you?" I immediately regretted it, because the two 'uncle georges' looked at me like I had grown another head.
"Who are you" one said
"And why are you calling us Uncle George, he's George" the other said
"But I'm no uncle, and he's Fred" the first finished. I looked at them, confused, for one didn't Uncle George used to have a twin named Fred? And two, the way they talked was really discombobulating. (Rose taught me that word) Fred. Uncle Fred died in the war against Voldemort, so no one talked about him. It made them sad. And isn't Uncle George missing an ear? He lost it in the war. So, if Uncle Fred is alive, and Uncle George has his ear… James!
"What year is it?" I asked, timidly. The twins looked at me strangely.
"1996, but why?" They asked in unison, making it double as creepy as it was before.
"James Potter, I am so going to kill you!" I muttered.
"James Potter is already dead" Let call it… George said.
"Why do you want to kill him?" That would make him Fred, continued.
"Sorry, not that James, my brother, he sent us back in time." Both of them stared at me dumbfounded, Until… I lost track… spoke up.
"Well that's a pretty good reason to want to kill someone, when are you from, anyways?" Fred(?) asked. I was about to answer when someone else interrupted me.
"FRED, GEORGE DINNER!" My twin uncles looked at each other, having a silent conversation with their eyes. (add that to the list of creepily cool things I would want to do if I had a twin)
"You should come with us" one said
"The adults will know what to do with you" the other followed up. And so, we went. When we got to the table, everyone was already there.
"Fred, George! Who is that?" Grandma, or Mrs. Weasley, demanded.
"He's from the future and his name is…" Uncle George stopped, realizing that he didn't know my name, and looked at me"
"Al" I whispered to him. Uncle George looked back up.
"His name is Al Potter"
George knew his last name because Al said his brother's name was James Potter
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