The halls looked quite a bit different from what they were used to. Almost the whole school had needed to be re-built in their own future version after the war destroyed it. Quite a bit of the damage had been done by a couple of Gryffindor's named Seamus and Neville, though nobody bothered going any more in-depth into exactly what had happened. Apparently it had been Professor McGonagall's idea, but she always just laughed whenever someone mentioned it. Curving around a corner they hoped was the right one, they came across a doorway.
"I reckon we've found it!" said Rose, smiling brightly. "Flaming Pixies!" the door slid open, revealing a large office. Standing in the middle of the room, with a beautiful Phoenix atop his shoulder, was none other than the man himself, Professor Albus Dumbledore. Rose had to force herself not to curtsy.
"Ah, I was wondering when you two would appear." His eyes twinkled brightly, like fairy lights in a cosy living room at Christmas time. "To whom do I have this honour?"
"I-I'm Rose, sir, Rose Weasley! And this is Scorpius Malfoy." she stuttered, trying not to stare. He was exactly like the hero she had envisioned from all the story's her parents had told. Dumbledore chuckled joyously.
"I should have guessed! You have hair like your father's, but you have an aura of intelligence unmistakably like your mother. And you definitely look like your father, Scorpius!" They were both shocked by Dumbledore's words. How had he known who they were?
"You know... Who my parents are? How?" Rose stared at him expectantly, but he just tapped his nose and smiled.
"Sometimes, questions are more interesting when you don't know the answer. Anyway, shouldn't you be asking how to get back to your own time? Now, that's a question that needs answering!"
"Well, do you know how we get back?"
Dumbledore laughed again. "Oh, my goodness no! I've travelled into the past before, but never the future! In fact, the only possible answer I have is to wait it out."
Rose gasped, then frowned. "But sir! We can't wait 27 or so years to get back, we have to go back now!"
"I know, Miss Weasley, we all have busy schedules to get back to, but there simply isn't anything I can do to help you!" and with that, he turned and walked to his desk, then began to write.
"But Sir, is there nothing anyone can do? Do you mean to say, we're stuck in the past?"
Dumbledore's eyes twinkled again. "Well, just because I can't help, doesn't mean nobody can..."