Whatever Mad-Eye said, the children sitting in the line of chairs facing the members of the Order who had been good enough to turn up at… oh, let him think…, Three in the bloody morning… looked nothing like death eaters. A few had their heads down on the table, asleep or awake it was hard to tell, others were just slumped in their chairs, staring around the room or at the ceiling. A small clump of them had huddled their chairs together and were whispering, and he got the impression they were being listened to quite closely by at least three members of the Order.

"-can't bloody tell them now, don't you get it? We're too late!"

"We're not too late, they're all still alive…"

"Except Sirius. They're too far gone, James. Look at Teddy's parents, his Mum hasn't stopped looking at his dad all night."

"Exactly! Look, he should be already conceived by now, right? That's why she looks so off, her husband's gone and left her, so all we have to do is mess things up enough that he doesn't come back!"

"I-"

"Arthur," Kingsley whispered, and he leaned over closer to him.

"Yeah?"

"What d'you reckon?"

"I think they're for real."

Teddy had been trained for this. With Remus clinging to his leg and Miles Riker, Kenny Jordan, and Emily Wood at his back, his Godfather and Uncle Ron bringing up the rear, he cautiously scanned the room the boys had slept in last night.

Four sloppy, unmade camp beds lined the bare walls. There were pajamas and slippers and discarded socks everywhere, and the teddy bear Hugo pretended he didn't sleep with lay discarded on the floor on its back. For somewhat obvious reasons, Teddy had grown to dislike teddy bears, despite having slept with one (named Stuffy) when he'd been younger.

From what he could gather, they had undressed quickly. He turned to Harry. "What pajamas were they wearing last night?"

Harry thought a moment. "James had on one of his Quidditch practice shirts and gym shorts, and I know Hugo had the Chudley Cannon patterned silks we got him for Christmas, same with Albus and the navy and gold snitch pajamas. I don't know what… Oh, Fred had those Simpsons pants he nicked from Arthur. Louis was wearing the button down shirt with the dragon pattern from Charlie, I think."

Something caught Teddy's eye, and he stopped and stared, setting Remus on one of the beds. "And who had on the ruffled pink Weird Sisters tank top?"

Harry kept an absolutely straight face. "Fred."

Teddy whacked him. "Really."

"That's Roxanne's. I think she got it as a gag gift from some girl in her year."

"And it's in here… why? Are they stripping to nudity together, now?"

"I really don't want to know."

Teddy frowned at the ground. "Right…. This pile of clothes. The Simpsons pants and Gryffindor T-shirt are sticking out from the bottom, so they probably changed first, then the rest of them, then Roxanne…. And isn't this Lily's?" he held up a faded purple and grey t-shirt with a rearing unicorn on the front.

Harry nodded. "So James or Fred got some whacked idea, then woke the rest of the boys up, and they made enough noise to wake the girls up, who then followed them…. Where?"

But Teddy wasn't listening. Remus had slipped to the floor on the other side of James's bed and was now playing with something. His head popped up, dark blond hair sticking up in all directions and covered with dust. He sneezed, almost dropping the thing in his hand. Teddy launched himself over, grabbing it.

"I don't think we need to worry about where they are."

"Oh?" Harry asked, turning to face him.

Teddy turned back to Harry, dangling the time-turner by its long, golden chain. "I think we have to worry about when."

"Right," Mad-Eye Moody said, pointing a gnarled finger in James's face. "You say your name is James, but who are you, really?"

James glanced at Arthur and pointed. "I'm his grandson."

"I get that. Who are your parents? With the black hair, I'm inclined to think…" he jerked his head of wild grey hair in Harry's direction. The sixteen year old version of his father looked mortified.

"My name is James Sirius Potter. My parents are Harry and Ginny Potter. Would you like rank and serial number too, or my O.W.L. grades? Or should I dance? I'm bloody wicked at tap."

Moody opened his mouth to snap at him, but the bushy haired girl in the seat next to him had already elbowed him in the gut.

"How about you," he chose to ask instead, pointing at her.

"Rose Jean Granger. My parents are Hermione and Ron."

Molly smiled from across the table.

"Hey, wait!" James protested. "I'm in Gryffindor, and I play seeker for the house team, and I'm captain."

"We're all horrifically proud of you," Rose snapped.

"House?" Moody asked her.

"Gryffindor."

"Ages, both of you."

"I'm almost seventeen." James said.

"Just turned fourteen," Rose added.

"And you," Moody said, nodding at the boy who looked so much like Harry.

"I'm fourteen too," he said.

Moody looked annoyed to be dealing with such idiots. "Name?" he snapped.

"Albus Potter," he said.

"Full name, Albus," James jibed.

"Almph mmph mumphum."

Rose elbowed him too, and under Moody's intense glare, he admitted, "Albus Severus Potter."

There were a few raised eyebrows, but no one said anything, much to the scrawny boy's relief.

"House?"

"Slytherin. And you're all pretty proud of me in the future, so you can go stuff your heads if you think you have an objection. And if I were to be a braggart like James, I'd tell you I'm seeker too, and I beat him last year, scoring the Quidditch cup for my house."

"I am going to tactfully decline comment there, I have too many sons," Arthur Weasley said pleasantly. "You?" he asked, pointing

"Fredrick Gideon Weasley. Gryffindor. Sixteen. Beater, like Dad and- well, never mind. My Dad's George, Mum's Angelina. What was her maiden name… Jansen?"

"Johnson,"a girl with curly red hair and brown eyes supplied, ignoring the slightly strange looks people were giving her brother. "I'm Roxanne. I'm twelve, and in Gryffindor, and I'm a chaser."

Molly was still giving Fred odd looks, ones yet another red haired boy interrupted with a slight cough. "Moving merrily along," he said pointedly, "I'm Louis Arthur Weasley, I'm a Ravenclaw, I play keeper, I'm fifteen, what else…. Oh. My parents are Bill and Fleur Delawhatsit."

"Delacour." A younger boy with rather wavy hair said helpfully.

"Are you my other son, then?" Bill asked hopefully.

"No I- Wow, you look different. No scars or anything. I'm Hugo Fredrick Weasley, Rose's sister and Ron and Hermione's son. I've not started Hogwarts yet. It's next year, because I just turned eleven."

"Same with me," said a girl who looked startlingly like Ginny. "Lily Luna Potter. I turn eleven this summer."

"And we're Percy's." A little blonde girl with freckles to her right said. "I'm Lucy, I'm only seven, actually, I'm the littlest except for Rem-"

"Except for your imaginary friend," the girl beside her cut across quickly with what her cousins understood to be a 'let's-not-complicate-things-by-getting-into-Teddy-right-now' look, "I'm Molly. I'm thirteen, and I'm in Gryffindor. I haven't made the team yet because Cap'n Potter over there thought he'd get some rude remarks if his whole team was made up of cousins-" a girl with thick red pigtails began irritatedly.

"I'll have you know Rochester was at least five times better than you," James interrupted angrily, "And what am I supposed to do, kick Magnolia Longbottom off? She and Allie Wood have been playing since before you were even here-"

"Just because Maggie's your girlfriend," Molly taunted, but her younger sister nudged her.

"Maybe some other time?" she whispered.

Molly shrugged and subsided.

"So-" Harry Potter said. "The question here is-"

"Why are you here?" Dumbledore finished for him.