Before reading this I feel obligated to disclose a slight problem in the writing. This starts out in December 1980. I saw this timeline /timelines/timelineclasses.html I immediately integrated the years into my story. As clearly explained (yet somehow I missed it) the books show evidence of Charlie and Bill having, been at Hogwarts in 1980. But Jo told us they are younger. I considered changing the story but I so loved the interaction between Lily and Charlie so for the sake of this story Bill and Charlie are three years older than they are in cannon. The rest of the Weasley children are they same age.

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Chapter Four: A Possible Vision of the Future

Lily entered her old potions classroom. The first class she would be teaching, well more like supervising, would be first year Gryffindors and Slytherins. For a moment, she felt as if she had been taken back in time. She could easily imagine, a little red head girl sitting next to a greasy haired boy and talking excitedly about Potions.

"So your saying if I put a drop of cherry sap the potion will be ready in half the time? Are your sure Sev?" While she appeared a little doubtful, the little girl's eyes lit up at the possibility.

"Yes Lil it does, my Gran showed me." Like Lily's, the boy's eyes showed more life when he was talking about Potions, or maybe it was because he was talking to the girl.

Lily and Severus saw nothing wrong with their friendship but they were the only ones. The four Gryffindor boys present stared at them in disgust, the obvious ring leader, a boy with clean but untidy hair, seemed the most annoyed with their friendship.

Lily looked at the students; nothing had changed since she graduated. The Gryffindors and Slytherins sat separately. But unlike when she was at school, no students disobeyed the unspoken rule. There were no students who dared to speak with, let alone, be fiends with the 'enemy' house.

"Hello class." Many of the class looked up in surprise when they heard a feminine voice instead of the lower somewhat jolly voice of Professor Slughorn. "I am not sure if Professor Slughorn told you I would be substituting for him for a few days." There was a general murmur of assent. "Good well from what I understand you need to turn in an essay on Bezoars. Could someone please collect them for me?"

A ginger haired boy raised his hand. Lily smiled, "Thank you …?"

The young boy blushed nearly as red as his hair, "Charlie, Charlie Weasley."

"Thank you, Charlie." Charlie brought the stack of parchments to Lily. Lily assessed the students for a moment. "I know I am supposed to let you work on homework, but how about a little fun?"

The class was surprised by Lily's suggestion, Professor Slughorn, while not as strict, would not have let them have a period of pure fun. Lily led the class in magical trivia. Even though the children has just entered magical education, they all showed different strengths. Charlie Weasley was by far the strongest student when it came to magical creatures. Near the end of the class three students were tied for first place. Anna Watson and Charlie Weasley from Gryffindor and Ruth Carmichael from Slytherin. "I am going to ask the final three a question. Write your answer down." Lily wondered what subject she should test the students. She looked at Charlie. Somehow Lily imagined Harry at Hogwarts 'His hair just like his father, black and untidy, but he has my eyes.He will sit in this same classroom next to a gingered haired boy. Obviously it wouldn't be Charlie. But maybe Charlie has older siblings who will have children starting at Hogwarts at the same time as Harry. Or younger siblings who are Harry's age.' Lily turned her thought back to what question she should ask. She looked at Charlie, 'Dragons, I'll ask about Dragons. I know it is favoritism but he's such a sweet boy.' "This question is O.W.L. level. What breed of Dragon shoots mushroom shaped flames out of its nostrils?"

Once the three finalist finished write Lily asked them for their answers. "Anna please show me your answer." Anna held up her parchment, "Common Welsh Green. I sorry that is incorrect. Ruth." Ruth held up her answer, "Swedish Short-Snout, sorry that is also wrong. And what about you Charlie?" Charlie smiled and held up his answer. "Chinese Fireball, that's right. Charlie is our winner."

"What do I win?" Charlie asked.

Lily waved her wand, "A special assortment of sweets from Honeydukes."

"Wicked!"

"There is only five minutes of class left, why don't you all leave a little early." Lily spoke quietly as if she was about to let the class in on a secret, "Just don't tell the headmaster."

Charlie Weasley stayed behind. "That was a really great lesson Professor. Maybe if Professor Slughorn retires you can take his place."

Despite her previous intentions Lily found herself saying, "I will think about it Charlie."

Charlie left, and Lily was alone in the class room thinking.

Lily enjoyed her few days as the potions mistress at Hogwarts. 'Maybe I should reconsider Albus's job offer. James might be willing to move to Hogsmeade.' Lily thought, 'No. Harry's to young, I want to be with him full time as long as I can.'

Christmas came and went. Remus invited Lily, James, and Harry to the flat he and Sirius shared for a New Year's party. Peter claimed to have a prior engagement but refused to provide his friends with details on his plan.

"Wonder what was so important Peter couldn't spend New Years with us?" Lily wondered aloud

"No idea," Sirius replied, "It is just me or lately does he seem more nervous than usual?"

"It's not just you," Remus and James said at the same time.

"And I think he's lost weight." Remus added

"You don't think he has a girl do you?" Lily asked

"No." Remus, Sirius, and James said together.

They all pondered what Peter might be doing for a few moments.

A tired looking red-head man came down the stairs. A plump red-head woman stood over a stove with a little red-headed baby in one arm in her wand in the other. "Arthur!" She shouted, realizing most of her children were asleep lowered her voice, "It is five-thirty in the morning what are you doing up?" Before allowing an answer she said, "You got in so late I finally had to go up stairs and go to sleep, what time did you get in? What kept you at work so late?"

The man paused, "Er … which question do you want me to answer first Molly?" The woman, Molly, did not answer, but she did shoot her husband an annoyed look, "Right … I'll just decided then … I got in about three, a lot of nights there is not much to do in terms of cursed Muggle artifacts. So sometimes they ask me to help in other departments."

"That not fair you shouldn't have to do other people work, Arthur."

"You know I get paid by the hour Molly, we have seven children, two in Hogwarts, that doesn't come cheap. Well anyway, the Aurors made a big round up and they needed several people to help sort out who was the ranking officer and what they were planning. I got pulled to help with interrogations."

"Interrogations! Arthur you're not an Auror. Interrogations honestly, Merlin's pants! Crouch he …. Read it in the Prophet … Unforgivable Curses … Arthur you didn't?!"

"Of course not Mollywobbles, you should know we better than that. No basically I just waited in the room with one of them to make sure they did not try to escape. All I was allowed to do was ask their name. Well that kept me there 'til about two. Then, and I can't believe the bureaucracy, they kept me for an hour to ask me what I asked the guy I was watching and what he said."

"Well if you left so late why do you have to go in early to-day?"

"Well it's funny in not so funny way, Moody after asking me about the Death Eater I was watching asked me if I had the paper work done of the witch who was passing out biting teacups last month. Apparently she had been brought in for a more serious charge and they could use the information to prove she had a violent history. I told him 'No because I have been here all night helping you.' Well he told me he needed it by seven this morning."

They were both quite for several moments before Arthur spoke making Molly jump after the long stretch of silence. "Oh! I just remembered I have a present for you."

"For me Arthur, Thank you. … It's just, it not my birthday or anything. Can we afford it?"

"What do you mean it's not your birthday? Of course it is," Arthur grinned, "Oh! It's my other wife's birthday is today." Thankfully Molly smiled as well, "I know it is not you birthday I just knew you would love this. And don't worry I got it for free." Molly frowned disappointed her husband was giving her a present with no value, "But don't take that to mean it has no worth. In fact I think it might be priceless, never seen another in fact."

Arthur went up the stairs and returned with wooden rectangular box with simple adornment.

"You got me a clock … with no hands?"

"Molly, this is no simple clock. We did a raid last month, this looked like a Muggle clock so we took it in to make sure it didn't have any Dark curses. Don't worry it didn't; we did every test in the book. Well it was Croaker who figured it out, brain like that it's no wonder they recruited him to be an Unspeakable. This clock well it monitors the family."

"What does that mean? Monitor the family? There aren't any hands or writing of any kind."

"Ah well maybe this will explain it." He pulled out his wand and seemed to think for a moment wanting to make sure he remembered the spell and then preformed a complicated wand movement.

"Creo Famila Weasley horologium." Suddenly writing appeared in the clock, instead of numbers in the traditional spots words appeared, like home, lost, mortal peril, and traveling. Then in the center of the clock hands started sprouting not two or three like a normal clock but eight hands appeared. Then the hands became engraved, each of the clock's hands now bore a name of one of the Weasley's and on top of the hand a small portrait of each family member appeared.

"Arthur! It's the most extraordinary thing I have ever seen in my life. Who came up with it?"

"We really don't know. Croaker remembered the spell he came across in his N.E.W.T. studies."

Molly continued to stare at the clock as she said, "I've never even heard of such a thing. How did Croaker find the information?"

"Well I asked him the same thing," Arthur was looking at the clock intently as well, "Apparently he went to Dumbledore and said he wanted more books on theoretical magic to study because he read all of the books Hogwarts had on the subject. Dumbledore got permission for Croaker to look at the Ministry's books and the subject and that is how he came across the spell."

"Since he was the one who knew what the clock was, why didn't Croaker take it?"

"Finkelstein offered it to him but Croaker wanted me to take it because he doesn't have any family. Once I made sure Croaker really didn't want it I been so excited to take it home and show it to you. But for safety we gave it another look to make absolutely sure there was no dark magic hiding inside."

"Arthur, I've just noticed what is that little piece of gold, with a tiny dot on top sticking up from the center with the other hands. Is it a defect?"

"I don't think so. It looks like another hand is forming. But that doesn't make any sense."

Molly rubbed her stomach, "Ech I been so nauseous lately."

"Molly you were nauseous all the time when you had the children. I think that little hand means you pregnant."

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