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Chapter 4: Dumbledore's Army

1997

September 1st. The Clan had been in the year 1997 for an entire day. While that may not seem that long, many things had happened in the matter of a day. The most astounding thing, however, was the headline on the Daily Prophet, which read, in bold letters, SEVERUS SNAPE NAMED AS NEW HEADMASTER FOR HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY.

For the Clan, this wasn't news. They had known that, in his keeping up his appearance as a Death Eater, Snape had become the Headmaster for Hogwarts. The Order, however, did not take it so well.

"I CAN'T BLOODY BELIEVE THEY'D ALLOW THAT TRAITOR TO BE IN CHARGE OF THOSE CHILDREN!" This had already been shouted by Tonks several times since she and Remus had Floo'd to the Burrow with a copy of the Prophet scrunched in her hands and hair as red as a cherry.

Molly, who'd quickly made up an extra two chairs at the table, along with the nineteen extra she'd made for the Clan, nodded and smiled at Tonks, "I know, dear. I know. You've said it near a thousand times. But we can't change the fact." With that, the Weasley matriarch poured another glass of pumpkin juice for her many grandchildren.

Ginny, hearing the news, had attempted to sweet-talk her way out of going back to school, but Molly would have none of it. After all, if the Clan were to be going to Hogwarts, they would need allies.

The Clan was quite excited to be going to Hogwarts, but they were also worried. They knew that there were many dangers which could come up by them being there, but they hoped they would find a way back to their own time before anything too disastrous happened.

As they sat around the magically enlarged breakfast table, several hushed conversations were being shared amongst the members of the Clan. Victoire, who had taken position as the leader of the Clan whilst in the past, was discussing the new dangers that would arise when the Clan arrived at Hogwarts with Rose, who had taken second-in-command, as she was the most intelligent of the Clan members.

"I wish we had more information. I mean, it's not like they ever really told us anything that happened during the War." Rose said in an exasperated manner. She had never been one to not know something, so the fact that she, and everyone else in the Clan for that matter, were almost completely in the dark was unsettling, to say the least.

"I know, Rosie. But it's not like they knew we would be going back in time to the year 1997. We can't blame our parents for wanting to protect us." Victoire responded. She, too, was uncomfortable with the lack of knowledge they had about the War, but, as the only member of the Clan who was also a mother, she understood the way their parents thought when it came to their children. She knew that, by not telling the Clan any details about the War, they were protecting the children's innocence and optimism about the world. "We do know one thing, though, Rose." Victoire began.

Rose looked at the older woman, with her silvery-blonde hair and deep blue eyes - the spitting image of her mother - and she realized what her cousin was thinking. "Yes, Tori. You're right. We do know one thing. We have to get out of here before the second of May. If we don't, well, I don't even want to think about what may happen."

The day had turned into night relatively quickly, and the Clan was being prepared to Floo into the Room of Requirement. They still had no idea how Ginny had figured it out, but, based on the owl they had received from the girl earlier that evening, it was going to need to be a quick process, as it took more magic than expected to keep the Floo connection hidden from Headmaster Snape.

"Well, you all. Are you ready, dears? Are you sure you have everything? I've packed you some snacks for the first few days, but you'll need to find another way to get food once all that is gone." Molly Weasley's concern for the Clan was the first familiar thing the children had experienced since being in the past, and it brought a smile to many of their faces.

"Nan, don't worry about us. We'll be fine, I promise." This reply came from James, who was still in serious trouble for sending the Clan back in the first place. He was hoping that his response would be heard not only by his grandmother but also by his cousins, siblings, and friends.

Molly looked at her future grandson with surprise, as the boy had just revealed this fact to her, having forgotten that they hadn't told the Order who their parents were when being interrogated. "Oh, deary me. You Potters are my grandchildren, too? Oh, Ginny will be ecstatic! I mean, surely it's her that marries Harry? Oh, how delightful! The Potters and Weasleys united as a family!"

James, realizing he divulged a piece of information, looked sheepishly at the faces of the Clan members, who were either glaring at him in anger or amusement.

"Yes, well, Mrs. Weasley. As exciting as it is, Mrs. Pott- Ginny- did say that this needed to be a quick trip, so we really must get going." Scorpius stepped in, not too concerned by the fact that James only confirmed the ideas that Mrs. Weasley and Ginny already had.

"Right. Right. Well, off you go, then. You know what to do, yes?" As the Clan nodded their heads toward the woman, they turned toward the fireplace and stepped in one by one, as each person traveled to Hogwarts again.

When Victoire, who had been the last to arrive, stepped out of the fireplace in the Room of Requirement, she looked around in awe, just as the other Clan members had. They'd all heard stories about this place, but, as it had burned up during the Battle of Hogwarts, none of them ever imagined they'd have the chance to see it in person. The Room was truly magnificent. It seemed as it had been transformed into a sort of makeshift hotel room, with the walls lined in cots. There were two bathrooms, one on each side, clearly labeled as "Witches" and "Wizards". In another corner of the room, a large mahogany dining table appeared, with nineteen chairs placed around it, one for each of the Clan members.

The most intriguing aspect of the Room, however, was the large area against the wall which the Clan had just arrived from. It was fitted with several couches, chairs, and even bean bags of various sizes, colors, and upholstery. And standing in the middle of all of that was a large fireplace with a mirror above it and a large oak mantle. The fireplace made the Room feel homey and cozy.

After the Clan was finished admiring the work which the Room had done, they all looked at Ginny expectantly. "Right, well…" she started. "I'll have to head back down to Gryffindor Tower, but Neville and I, and possibly Luna, will be back here tomorrow after classes in order to help you. Is that alright with everyone?" Glancing around the Room, Ginny saw the tired faces of the Clan as they agreed to her terms. "Good. Then I'll be off." Ginny turned her back on the Clan and exited the Room.

Once she left, Freddie Weasley flung himself onto one of the sofas in the middle of the room. "Well, this has been quite the day, hasn't it?" He smiled to his family members. In reply, most of them glared at him and rolled their eyes before heading back to claim a bed for themselves. The cots, while perhaps not the nicest of beds, suited each of their needs to get as much sleep as possible. Time traveling was exhausting. Freddie, however, just frowned as he realized that nobody in the Clan saw the opportunity they had. Of course, none of them lived with a father like Freddie's either.

George Weasley, of course, was an amazing father. He lived to tease his children and his wife and seeing their faces when he did truly made his world. Despite all of this, however, Freddie's father had never stopped grieving over the loss of Freddie's namesake. It was not uncommon in that particular Weasley household to hear strangled sobs at night, when George thought the children were sleeping, as he cried into his wife's arms, calling out to his brother. There was a portrait of Fred Weasley I in their house, and George would talk to it all of the time, but when Freddie or Roxanne asked why he was upset when he could still see and talk to his deceased twin everyday, George would always reply, "It's just not the same."

So clearly, as soon as Freddie knew that he was in the year 1997, just a few months prior to his late uncle's death, he knew exactly what had to be done. There was nothing in the world that would stop him from saving his uncle and making his father happy again.

"Freddie, mate, are you coming to bed? Everyone else is already asleep." Freddie looked up to see his best non-related mate, Frankie Longbottom, staring down at him in worry. Freddie had told both Jamie and Frankie about his plan to save Fred the First, but clearly the other two boys weren't so keen on the idea.

"Yeah, mate. I'll be right there." Fred replied. With one last look toward the blazing fire, Freddie got up and went to bed, his thoughts on Fred Weasley I.

True to her word, Ginny returned the next day after classes were over with Neville Longbottom and Luna Lovegood in tow. This was the first time either the Longbottoms and the Scamanders had seen their respective parents, and it was quite awkward. While the Scamanders were not in immediate trouble, as there was no reason for Luna to know that her future children were standing in front of her, seeing as she had yet to meet their father, Frankie and Alice Longbottom were clearly identifiable by their father.

"Longbottom? Did you say Longbottom?" Neville asked, opening and closing his mouth like a fish in shock after the introductions were finished. Frankie and Alice sort of smiled at their dad, not really knowing what else to do. "Merlin. That means I get married! Good for me! I wonder, what can you all tell us about the future? I mean, obviously we-"

He was cut off by a sharp elbow to the ribs by Ginny and Luna's exclamation of, "Neville, don't be silly! If they tell us about the future, then it might not turn out the same way!"

In response, Neville sheepishly looked down as Ginny spoke up, "Besides, we've come up here for more than introductions. We need a plan here, and I get the feeling you all might be able to hurry our plan along a bit."

Remembering what they were here to do, both Neville and Luna took a seat on one of the couches in the room, and the Clan followed. Even though there were various types of seating scattered across the floor of the living area of the Room, there were still not enough seats for the Clan, so many of them wound up on the floor. Patiently, they all looked at Ginny to start the conversation.

"Right, well…" She began, "After the Death Eater attacks on the Hogwarts Express yesterday-" She was interrupted by several of the Clan members gasping in shock. Rolling her eyes as clearly they wouldn't be of any sort of help like she had hoped, she continued, "Anyway. After the attacks yesterday, it's clear that we'll need to be prepared to fight here. We'll need to do something with any of the students who are willing so that, if the Death Eater attacks become frequent, which I'm sure they will with Snape as Headmaster, we are ready to protect ourselves. We need to be able to fight back." She said all of this with a suggestive tone. Clearly, she had an idea.

Neville, who had been thinking similar things, spoke up. "You're right, Gin. I've been thinking the same thing, and well, I think we both know what it is we need to do." He smiled, remembering fondly all of the fun he'd had during his fifth year, which now seemed so long ago.

Molly Weasley II, being the most rational yet most annoying Weasley in the Clan, spoke up from her spot on the floor, "What are you suggesting, exactly?"

Luna Lovegood, seeming to finally be paying attention to the conversation, met the Weasley girl's expression with a small smile. "Why silly, we're suggesting the only real option. We reinstate Dumbledore's Army, of course."