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Third generation

Original generation

I'm not even gonna put a disclaimer! Whatcha gonna do about it?

The silence lengthened. "Well? Who do I marry?" James demanded.

Fred grinned, "Lily!" he shouted triumphantly.

"Shut up!" yelled Roxanne then slapped a hand to her face, "Great. Now you just messed up time even worse."

Lily looked like she was about to collapse but James was grinning, "I marry Lily? YES!" he shouted pumping his fist in the air and doing a strange dance around the room. Sirius had raised his eyebrows but Remus was just sighing and rolling his eyes.

Lily was still standing, frozen as a statue, arms crossed, "I'm not believing it until I have proof and can talk to somebody who's actually sane." She snapped, though her face slightly pink.

Fred looked hurt, "Hey! I'm sane, and plus there is proof. James, Lily, and Al are proof, and so is Harry. You're son." He added when Lily looked puzzled.

Sirius snorted, "You guys named your son Harry? No offense but that's the stupidest name I've ever heard of."

James glared at his best friend, "Yeah because Sirius isn't stupid at all." He said sarcastically.

Now Sirius looked hurt, "Hey, Sirius is a cool name!" Remus sighed, why did he have to have the weirdest best friends?

"Would you all shut up? We're in the future and all you can talk about is stupid names? Are any of you actually buying this?" Lily yelled looking quite angry.

Remus looked thoughtfully at James, "Well it does make sense Lily. I mean look how much James looks like James. They're like twins and I don't think it's a coincidence." He said reasonably.

"Remus! I thought you were suppose to be the reasonable one with a brain!" she said.

Remus just shrugged, "I think you're just upset because you end up marrying James." He said fairly. Lily staggered, not able to find any words she just closed her mouth and resumed statue mode.

"Anyways we better go ask Professor Longbottom what we should do." Dominique said.

"Professor Longbottom? Who's that?" Remus asked interestedly.

"Headmaster." Dominique shrugged.

"Oh no. Don't tell me-" Remus started but James said, "He's dead." He interrupted bluntly. There was a horrible, swallowing silence.

"Crap." Sirius had turned pale and shocked.

"But that's…" James trailed off.

Lily looked close to tears, "No…"

"He-he died? NO! But how-" Remus started again. "We can't tell you details, we don't want to mess up time even more. Sorry." James said apologetically. Remus was pale and shaking, he looked ready to either cry, faint, be sick, or start throwing things. His eyes glittered a bit more than normal and turned a little yellowish-amber.

Dominique noticed this, "Uncle Harry and Mum said your adult self didn't handle it very well either." She said as if this would cheer him up.

"I don't suppose we're alive either. I mean we'd be way too old." Sirius said depressedly.

The third generation looked quite uncomfortable at this, "Err yeah…" Roxanne muttered, not meeting his eyes. None of the marauders or Lily seemed to notice.

Sirius looked a bit relieved, "I wouldn't want to meet a super old me anyways. It'd be creepy. Plus I thought I would die in the war anyways."

Fred looked even more guilty at this, "Well Voldemort's gone now." He said as Roxanned cursed and punched him in the arm, "Ow!" he complained, rubbing his arm.

"Voldemort's gone?" Lily yelled in surprise and began to smile. She didn't tell anyone but she was incredibly relieved her grandchildren would live in a safer world.

"WAHOO! NO MORE MOLDYMORT, YAY!" Sirius and James yelled together, both doing a strange dance around the room.

Even Remus shook out of his Dumbledore's dead depression, "That's a relief." He said calmly, but grinning.

"ANYWAYS! Back to what I was saying before, lets go get Professor Longbottom! Do you want to stay here forever and grow up younger than your own son?" Dominique said impatiently.

"I'm good with that!" Sirius said enthusiastically but Lily shot a death glare at him so he quickly backtracked, "I mean I guess not." He said somewhat unenthusiastically. In a sort of awkward silence the group of eight walked to the headmaster's office.