Ron sat at a long table wearing an ugly brown suit. It seemed Mr. Tomas' favorite color was brown for that was the color of all the suits in the wardrobe in the room in which Ron and Hermione were staying. Ron had been shown into a large dining room. Siting at the long table he was beginning to wonder where everyone else was. Soon though Cal came into the room with two men Ron had yet to meet.

"This is my father." Cal introduced the older man. "Nathan Hockley, and this is my younger brother Edward." Cal motioned to a young man, not much older then Ron. The three men sat down at the table.

"what did you say your name was?" Asked Cal.

"Ron. Ron Weasley."

"Ah Weasley, are you related to Jeffery Weasley?" Asked Nathan

"Yes." Ron said simply. Jeffery Weasley was one the family preferred to forget. A dark wizard he was famous for turning muggles into hats.

"Ah, I was good friends with him. Tragic how he died."

"Oh yes" Ron said simply again. In his mind Uncle Jefferys death was anything but tragic, ironic maybe. He was turned into a pin cushion by a muggle born witch.

"Ah ladies." Cal said as he and the other men stood up. It took Ron a moment to realize he was the only one siting down. So, he too stood. The "ladies" as Cal called them were Hermione and two other women Ron did not know.

"Ron. Darling. This is Rose," Hermione said motioning to a women with bright red hair, a similar shade as his own. Wearing a dress of green silk with pearl collar and wrists.

"And this" She motioned to the other women, who looked like she was going to a funeral, dressed all in black lace the women looked as if she were in mourning. "Is Ruth, Roses mother." She finished.

"Nice to meet you both." Ron said as politely as possible, quite out of character.

As everyone sat down the maids brought out the meal, that looked anything but appetizing. Boars brain. Ron looked at it, trying very hard not to vomit.

"Next week we are going to America. Have ether of you gone there?"

"I have." Said Hermione. "How are you traveling?"

"Ship!" Rose said energetically.

"Yes, Rose seems to adore all things muggle." Cal said sarcastically.

"Well, Its really amazing isn't it? How they manage and invent ways to do without magic." Rose said sounding a bit like another wizard Ron and Hermione knew and loved.

"My dad loves muggles, he's a bit obsessed." Ron said. Hermione kicked him in the knee beneath the table.

"Ow!" Ron cried out.

"something wrong?" Rose asked.

"no, nothing" Ron replied.

The rest of the table looked at him strangely.

"how long have you been married if its not to bold to ask." Rose asked.

Ron looked at Hermione, Hermione looked at Ron.

"Three months." They each said after a long pause in unison

"ah, wonderful." Nathan said. "Cal and rose will be married in a month."

"Oh?" Hermione said as if she just found out.

"yes! In Philadelphia." Cal said.

"What ship will you be taking?" Hermione asked, again knowing the answer.

"Titanic, the grandest of all muggle ships." Rose said in awe.

"Not nearly as grand as the wizardering ship The Agrippine" Ruth said.

"oh mother, the Titanic is powered by steam! Not magic. Isn't that fascinating?"

"Muggles are such prehistoric creatures. They do everything slowly." Cal chimed in.

"Yes, well, it may take longer…"

"ah you agree with me." Cal interrupted rudely.

"well, no!"

Ruth made a high pitch coughing noise, in order to get them to stop the fight.

"Uh, Hermione, you said you had been to America?" Rose asked.

"Uh, yes. On holiday with my parents."

The rest of the evening was rather pleasant.

When Ron and Hermione were back in their room Hermione locked the door.

"What the hell is going on!?" Demanded Ron.

"Calm down, lower your voice." Hermione said.

"Now tell me! What are we going to do!?"

"..."

"Hermione!"

"Time travel wasn't invented until 1913!"

"Well, can't we go back the same way we came!?"

"I don't know how we got here!"

"Floo powder!"

"Floo powder only transports you from one place to another, not to a different time!"

"Then how did we get here!? what are we going to do!?"

"I don't know! We have to wait till 1913." said Hermione as if 1913 was but a day away.

"WHAT?!" Gasped Ron. "Hermione, I can't live in this time area. I don't know anything about it!"

"I do, I know lots about history, both muggle and wizarding." said Hermione calmly.

A knock came at the door.

"Come in"

More to come...