Disclaimer: I do not own this series of wonderful books from the equally wonderful author, J.K.R.

"My name is Victoire Weasley."

There were gasps at this.

"You're a Weasley?" said Tonks.

"That means you must be related to us," said Mrs. Weasley excitedly, grabbing onto Mr. Weasley's arm.

"I am, Grandmum," Victoire said smiling at her grandmother who beamed back. She was a grandmother!

"And this is my little brother, Louis," she added, gesturing toward a red-head boy.

"I can introduce myself, thanks," muttered Louis but was smiling nonetheless at his grandmother's obvious excitement.

"– and our parents are Bill Weasley and Fleur Delacour," she continued as if he hadn't interrupted.

Silence reigned in the hall. Molly was shocked and disapproving, and Hermione and Ginny looked unhappy, and Bill was looking at his two kids with widened eyes and a smile was starting to break free on his face. Then Fred broke the silence.

"Fleur? You marry Fleur?" he laughed along with his twin.

"Wow," Ron blinked.

"But how would you know her?" asked Harry.

"She came to work at Gringotts this summer –" explained Fred.

"– so he's giving her English lessons," finished George, waggling his eyebrows. Bill blushed.

"George!" exclaimed Mrs. Weasley.

She was already angry, there's was no need to add fuel to the fire, thought Mr. Weasley.

"How about we continue with the introductions," he said, glancing worriedly at his wife.

A girl with red hair and dark eyes stepped forward. "My name is Lucy Weasley. My parents are Percy and Audrey Weasley."

All the Weasleys stared at her. Each of them were wondering if Percy would continue being a prat in the future or if he would come back to them. However nobody had the time to ask because the bushy red-head girl began to speak.

"Well, I'm Rose Weasley –" she started but was interrupted by a red-head boy. "And I'm her younger brother, Hugo," he said, knowing that if he didn't intervene he wouldn't be able to get a word in for a while.

She glared at him.

"More grandchildren," whispered Mrs. Weasley excitedly.

"Who are your parents?" Bill asked curiously.

"Our parents are Ron Weasley and –" Rose stopped talking when her brother whispered something in her ear. She nodded and looked at the room apologetically. "Sorry, but I can't tell you who our mother is. It will probably change the future and we really don't want that."

"What!" exclaimed Ron. "But you could tell Bill who their mother was, and you're not telling me!"

Rose shot her father an annoyed glance, reminding Hugo a lot of their mother. Then she turned toward the blue-haired man and asked barely above a whisper, "Should we tell them?"

The man looked thoughtful. "I suppose it doesn't matter if we tell them little things like this. We're going to have to obliviate them anyways." He glanced at his own mother and father and wondered what their reactions would be when he introduced himself.

Rose nodded. Then, turning back to the curious eyes of the others, she said, "Our mother is Hermione Jean Granger."

Ron and Hermione gaped at her before turning to each other in shock. Does he really like me that way? was the thought that passed through her mind. Does she like me? I thought she fancied Krum! was what he was thinking.

"So they finally realized how thick they'd been all these years!" said Ginny. She was finding her brother and honorary sister's expression comical.

"Finally!" said Harry who was tired of their seemingly endless bickering.

"Yeah, ickle Ronniekins finally gets the girl of his dreams," teased Fred.

Ron blushed bright red like only a Weasley could. "Shut up," he muttered, looking anywhere but at Hermione.

"And what is your name?" asked Dumbledore to a red-headed boy.

The boy grinned. "I'm Fredrick George Weasley, and my parents are George Weasley," he jerked his head towards his dad, "and Angelina Johnson."

"What!" Fred exploded. "But I'm dating her!"

"Maybe she finally realized I was the better of the two," George said, smirking.

Fred snorted. "You just keep telling yourself that."

"Why don't we go on to the next person," suggested Victoire, knowing that if the conversation progressed further, there'll be questions.

Teddy looked at his wife knowingly. He didn't really want to announce to everyone that there couldn't be any competition if only one was to compete. And plus you could see that this was depressing Fred II who was usually light and full of laughter.

So he stepped forward to introduce himself, all the while keeping his eyes on his parents who were now the subject of his thoughts.

He cleared his throat to get everyone's attention and began to speak, "So I guess that means it's my turn. My name is Teddy Remus Lupin."

Jaws dropped, gasps escaped, and eyes bulged. Then came a bark of laughter.

"You see, Moony! Lily was right after all! You did finally find someone for you," said Sirius, still laughing.

"Yes, well, she also said that the day you'll fall in love will be the day that there will be world peace, and look where we are now," said Remus, still gaping at his future son.

"HAH!" yelled out Tonks, making everyone around her jump.

"You see? You see him? There's your proof! You like me, even though you won't let yourself like me. And he's proof of it!"

Remus sighed. "But, Tonks, I'm too old for you, too poor, and much too dangerous for you to be with."

"But I don't care!" she said while grabbing his shirt and shaking him. "I don't care! All I care about is you! It doesn't matter if you are all of those things, because I wouldn't trade you for the world."

"Wait a minute, wait a minute. Let's all back up one second," said Ginny, shaking her head confusedly. "Since when did you two get personal?"

Fred nodded in agreement. "Yeah, and how are you sure that he's your kid, Tonks? I mean, he doesn't look too much like you." He peered at him. "Well, except the shape of the face. But lots of people have that."

"Well he said his name was Teddy, which is my dad's name. Isn't that proof enough?" said Tonks. "You are my son, right?" She looked at Teddy, suddenly feeling uncertainty lacing into her.

During the whole exchange, Teddy had been watching intently at the scene before him. Having lived barely a month with his parents before they died, he couldn't remember them, and stories just weren't enough. But now when his mother asked him her question his eyes snapped back to her face and looked into eyes that looked so much like his.

He didn't say anything. He didn't need to. He began changing his hair, eyes, nose, and lips by using his Metamorphmagus powers.

Tonks beamed and she changed her features as well. Then she ran at him and gave him a hug that was so tight it could give Molly Weasley a run for her money (and he definitely knew how tight Molly's hugs were). He beamed as well and hugged her back with all he had.

Remus gazed at them, an odd expression on his face that could only be interpreted as love. Love for his future wife and son.

Sirius nudged him. Remus looked at him.

"That's your family," whispered Sirius. "Go and join them."

His best friend nodded and moved toward his family to join them, ignoring everyone and everything else. To him, only his family mattered in that moment.

Everyone watched them, and everyone was smiling at the small family and were all very happy for them. That is all except one very greasy git who was feeling particularly repulsed at the scene before him.

"Well, this is all very good, but I believe that we have more important things to do than watch the werewolf jumping in joy for once," said Snape silkily.

The others glared fiercely at him. Slimy git, thought Harry

"Snivellus, you greasy bastard, if you don't shut up I'll –"

"Sirius, Severus; please. Now is not the time," said Dumbledore. "However Severus has a point. We must continue with the introduction. There will be time to talk later."

"Of course, Albus. I'm sorry for getting off-track," said Remus, pulling back from the embrace but staying close.

"It's quite alright. You don't get a situation like this every day," responded Dumbledore with a smile.

However one green-eyed, messy-haired boy couldn't help but think that things were probably going to get confusing if two people had the same name. Oh, well. I just want to see their reactions to the four of us left, thought Albus Potter.

"I'll go first," whispered the last red-headed girl to her older brother. He nodded, an amused look in his eyes. He couldn't wait to see his parents' faces when they realized they were going to get married.

The girl stepped forward and opened her mouth to speak when her maternal grandmother cut across her.

"Ooh! I know whose child you are! You're Ginny's! You look so much like her," squealed Mrs. Weasley excitedly. "Who did she marry? Do we know him?" the questions burst out of her mouth. She was just so happy to having grandchildren, she couldn't help it.

"Whoever the bloke is, I'll break his arms off and beat him with them," muttered Ron, his ears becoming red. His other brothers nodded in total agreement.

But the girl only smiled.

"Yes, you do know him." Now her smile turned into a slightly vindictive smirk. But really, who could blame her for feeling that way? If you could go back in time to tell your parents of their future – to tell your father that he was going to marry the witch whom he had barely noticed over the last five years, and told your mother that she would marry the one she'd always cared for – it would feel good, and very entertaining.

"Well, why don't you tell us your name?" asked Hermione kindly. If what she thought was right – and she had seen the way the girl's eyes had flittered over to her best friend for only a short second – then Ginny's wish just might come true. And maybe then Harry will finally open his eyes for a while enough to really notice her, she thought.

"My name is Lily Luna Potter," she said, grinning now.

Ron paled; Fred and George were wearing huge smiles; Mrs. Weasley was beyond excited (Harry was really going to be part of the family now, she thought); Mr. Weasley was trying to contain his wife; Snape's lip curled in distaste (although his heart skipped a beat when the girl had said that she had been named after Lily Evans); Bill was glaring murderously at Harry; Tonks and Hermione were smiling knowingly at her, they knew of her feelings for him; Sirius was laughing openly; Remus had on a slightly bemused expression; the time travelers were laughing at everyone else, and Dumbledore's eyes were twinkling merrily. But best of all were the said couple.

Ginny looked dumfounded and very, very red in the face. Her mind was filled with incoherent thoughts. She could do nothing but stare at the girl who looked to be her clone while trying to process the fact that she will have this child with the boy she'd always dreamed of.

Harry wasn't any better. More coherent, but not any better. Unlike Ginny who was blushing, he felt his face drain of color. It wasn't that he found the idea repulsive; it was just that he didn't harbour any feelings for the girl. She was just Ron's little sister; nothing special. The only girl he'd ever liked was Cho Chang, who he definitely had feelings for.

"You're kidding right?" he said to the girl who was supposedly his child.

"I'm afraid she's not, Dad. Or rather, you're afraid she's not," said one of the raven-haired boys as he stepped forward. "I'm James Sirius Potter, by the way. Your eldest son," he added.

"Two kids?" breathed Ginny, who was starting to feel dizzy.

"I wish," Lily said glumly.

"What do you mean?" asked Bill.

"I think she's talking about me," responded another boy who looked exactly like Harry, right down to the emerald green eyes. The only differences were that he didn't have a lightning bolt shaped scar and didn't wear glasses.

"I'm the second Potter child. And if it makes breathing easier for you, Mum, us three are the only children you have," he said.

"And what would your name be, young man?"questioned Mr. Weasley.

The boy looked at him then seemed to come to a decision.

"Alright, but don't freak, okay?" he said.

"Why would we? Is your name that horrible? Because I have a pretty bad name myself," said Tonks.

"Yeah, I know. But mine isn't any better either; Sirius," said Sirius.

Remus snorted. "Doesn't stop you from making that stupid pun with it, though."

"Well it's a Siriusly good one," defended the grinning dog animagus. Remus only rolled his eyes.

"We're getting off track. Go on," encouraged Mrs. Weasley to her grandchild.

"My name is Albus Severus Potter," Albus blurted in one breath and squeezed his eyes shut, aware of the explosion that was bound to be released.

But all he heard was silence. Unable to believe that anyone would be alright with that, he opened his eyes. It was more than surprise. Shock and disbelief were written on every single face of the people of the past. They were all aware of the animosity between Severus Snape and Harry Potter. And even those who weren't aware of it yet were just as surprised that anyone would name their child after a git like that.

"Mate, why the bloody hell would you name your kid after him?" Ron asked his best friend, looking at him like he was mad.

"No idea," breathed Harry, who was horrified. He wondered whether he had been terribly drunk when the kid had been born, or if the pressure of the war had turned his brains to mush.

Sirius wasn't much better off. He couldn't believe that Harry had named his son after Snivellus. James must be rolling in his grave, he thought. Snape hated Harry and Harry hated him right back. He hadn't ever given them any reason to like him, much less name a kid after him. What the hell had gone wrong in the future?

Severus himself was an incredulous mess. He wondered why Potter would do such a thing. They could not even tolerate each other. Potter was an arrogant, insufferable brat who did not care that he put everyone into danger because he let his feelings get the better of himself. He was the spitting image of his father – both inside and out. Except for the eyes that is.

Lily's eyes, he thought.

Lily's green eyes had been the feature that standed out the most. And now Potter had inherited them. Severus wondered whether there was some force out there that had wanted to punish him for every mistake he had done concerning Lily Evans. There must be; he had to endure days of teaching him – seeing James Potter's face but Lily's eyes looking at him with hate. And he really had messed up bad when his lost best friend had been alive. He had called her a Mudblood. He had told the Dark Lord of the prophecy. He had begged Dumbledore to protect her – them – but he had not had the courage to come up to her face and plead with her for forgiveness. He had been too scared that she would reject him once again. He had been too frightened by the possibility of his master using Legilimency on him to discover his true loyalty.

And now this. Potter's son – who, he noticed with dismay, had Lily's green eyes as well – was named after him. Him! What could possibly – no. No. He knew the boy was foolishly noble like his father. If he had found out that Severus had been trying to protect him all these years... then he might name his child after him. But how had he found out? How will he find out? Dumbledore, Severus thought furiously. He turned to glare at the old man that he had come to trust and think of as a friend, despite the fact that he approved of Potter and his little band of friends.

Dumbledore had a reaction quite different than the rest of them. His eyes were twinkling in joy and amusement. It would seem that Harry would understand Severus better. Even to respect him, probably. He was glad. He thought that if Severus would only put his feelings for James aside, he might see that Harry was not his father. Dumbledore was touched that Harry would name his child after him. He tried not to frown as he thought of his plans for this year. He would have to avoid Harry for his well-being. Dumbledore ignored the dark looks Severus was sending him.

Seeing the mounting emotions, the blond-haired boy walked through his friends to stop at the front so that everyone's attention would be on him. When the people of 1995 saw the boy, all thoughts of Albus Severus melted away to be replaced with those of what was obviously the Malfoy heir.

"You!" Sirius exclaimed.

"What are you doing here?" Ron demanded rudely. "Get out!"

"Ron!" Hermione reprimanded.

"What?" he replied and turned to look at her angrily. "He's a Malfoy, Hermione. Him and his family are supporters of You-Know-Who and most of them Death Eaters. We can't let stay him here any longer. He'll –"

"Contaminate the kids?" Rose finished furiously, walking up to said boy. "Pull out his wand and cast Avada Kedavra on everyone? Sell us all to Voldemort?" Everyone, apart from Remus, Sirius, Harry, Dumbledore, Severus, and the time travellers, gasped at the name. How could she have said the name without a second thought?

Ron gaped at her, momentarily distracted from his course. "You just said the name!"

"Yes," Rose said slowly, raising an eyebrow. "And why does that matter?"

"I – well, you're – my daughter," Ron stammered. "Neither Hermione or I say his name!"

"The fear of a name only increases the fear of the thing itself," Albus said as he came to stand beside his best friends.

"You know, Uncle Ron, just because he bears the Malfoy name, it doesn't make him evil. Sirius was born in a Dark family, but he still made it to Gryffindor. Andy was blasted off the family tree, too when she married Ted Tonks," James said, sounding proud towards the end. There wasn't anything very funny about the situation, but Ginny had to stifle a giggle at her son's – her son! – expression.

"But that's Sirius! And Andy – wait a minute, who's Andy?" Ron's face was scrunched up in confusion.

"Andromeda Tonks née Black," Sirius replied, smiling. "She's one of my better cousins – my only better cousin. She's Tonks' mother."

"Oh. Well – that – er..." Ron trailed off. He still thought that all Malfoys were evil, but he couldn't find anything to say without sounding like a total git. His daughter smirked triumphantly. His ears burnt red.

"Well, I trust the children's judgement. If they say that he won't tell his family of our headquarters, then we should trust them," Mrs. Weasley said, looking at them all. She then turned to Malfoy. "Now, I believe that you were going to tell us your name before you were rudely interrupted." She cast a look in her son's direction.

"Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy," Scorpius said.

"Scorpius, eh? Looks like we both have a case of vengeful parents. They got terrible names, so they give us ones in return," Tonks said sympathetically as Ron sniggered.

"Yeah. But you did a good job with Teddy's name," Scorpius replied, jerking his chin toward his favourite cousin.

"Yep," she said, smiling at her son. Then a thoughtful look descended over her features. "No offence to my dad, but I wouldn't have thought that I'd name my kid after him. I was actually thinking of something like Mathew, or Jack."

"Well, you never really know for sure until the moment comes, right?" Victoire said, hiding her nervousness. She really hoped to change the subject. If Tonks asked why she'd named her son after her father, they would have to come up with an explanation, which they hadn't enough time for. It wasn't that they couldn't tell them that her father would die. They were going to obliviate them all anyway. The problem was that they didn't want to see anyone suffer from the blow of finding out that a lot of the people they knew would die. It wasn't fair to them, so the time travellers had all come to the silent agreement that the less they know about the war in the next two to three years, the better.

"That's very true." Mrs. Weasley nodded.

"Hey, what's that smell?" Ron asked, sniffing the air.

"Ah, yes. I presume that dinner is ready," Dumbledore said. "Molly, we have to get going. Some of us have things to attend to elsewhere." He nodded to everyone. "We'll come back tomorrow to discuss this time jump problem. Goodbye." He walked out the door and Apparated away.

Other members of the Order murmured their goodbyes left, minus Severus. He just strode out without a word or glance to anyone. Which was best, Ron thought. Moody, though gave the room a last suspicious glance before leaving as well.

The remaining were the future and past Weasleys, Potters, Lupins, and the one Malfoy. Tonks stayed as well as Kingsley, who decided to stay for supper. Sirius was stuck there, of course. No question about that, he thought darkly, looking at the gloomy house. He went into the dining room along with everyone else.