THIS IS AN UPDATED CHAPTER BECAUSE HERMIONE IS NOT SUPPOSED TO BE IN THIS PART OF THE STORY! SORRY!
A/N: Again, I'm sorry, but this chapter is a lot longer…
Disclaimer: I am using my lunch time to type this disclaimer, at school.
Ginny did not allow herself to think about the apparitions that had come from nowhere until reached the landing outside of Fred and George's room.
Oh God! Who were those kids? Half of them looked like Fleur and half of them looked like Angelina Johnson! She did not allow her mind to wander to the miniature Harry. The possibility of who those kids were was too scary if she did.
"This'd better be their idea of a prank," Ginny mumbled to herself as she turned the knob. Needless to say Fred and George had nothing to do with it.
"Fred, George wake up," Ginny whispered. The twins continued to snore. "George Gideon and Fredrick Fabian Weasley if you don't get off your sorry arses this instant I will bat bogey hex you!" That got the twins attention.
"Bloody hell Gin, what's going on," George demanded, as he massaged the part of his forehead that had collided with his nightstand. Fred was stretching, and trying to get out of bed without hitting the ceiling.
"There are thirteen random kids downstairs and Professor Dumbledore wants everybody up. Go, I'll come down with Ron and Harry." She left the room without a backward glance.
Roxanne was sitting between Fred and Dominique. She was deliberately looking at the floor so as to ignore all the staring, when Fred elbowed her painfully in the ribs. Under normal circumstances she would have returned the favor enthusiastically, but instead she looked up to see two 18 year old versions of her Dad, with four ears between them. She couldn't help herself and she stifled a scream. Dad, and Uncle Fred, or Uncle Fred and Dad looked at her, and they both smiled slightly. She could tell they were extremely uncomfortable and were trying to hide it.
The sitting room was cramped. It fit a sofa and two armchairs, two end tables, a coffee table, a fireplace, and a Christmas tree with difficulty, so the addition of yet more furniture became pretty much impossible. In the end Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Bill and Fleur took the couch, Professor Dumbledore took one chair, and Fred and George fought over the last (Fred proved victorious). The children mostly remained seated on the floor. Teddy and Victoire were standing by the tree talking quietly. Lily heard something about Teddy going first and she assumed that meant he would be speaking for the rest. She had faith that he knew what he was doing.
Everyone in the room was staring at them in suspicion. It reminded her of a story Dad had told her about talking to a snake behind glass in the zoo, only this time Lily was the snake. It seemed like it was taking Aunt Hermione forever to bring Dad and Uncle Ron downstairs, but at the same time it felt like merely five minutes since she'd been in this very room looking for Lambkinz. It was eerie the way they were staring at her. She didn't exist yet! None of them did! Lily's heard load of stories about Albus Dumbledore, not just from the adults, but tales that James brought back from Hogwarts. She was scared, and she hoped Al was right and the head master really was as smart as he said. Otherwise there was no way they were getting home.
Finally Mum, Uncle Ron, and Dad appeared. Dad was staring at Victoire in utter shock.
"Bloody Hell!" Uncle Ron's jaw it the floor.
"I tried to tell you, but you idiots wouldn't get out of bed," Ron's mouth was still hanging open, "Ron! Stop staring for God's sake." Harry turned to see Professor Dumbledore. He was about to demand what in hell was happening, but the headmaster raised his hand.
"All will be explained when everyone is settled." The tea kettle went off. The Professor got to his feet. "I will be back." Dumbledore left the room, and Harry had no time to argue. He moved with Ron to stand next to Ginny, who shifted uncomfortably. Here he had a good view of the new arrivals. There were 13 in all and he was startled to recognize bits of the Weasleys in each one. Then his eyes fell on a boy with jet black hair and green eyes. He was the spitting image of Harry. Harry gasped, and Ron turned to see what he was looking at. Ron was about to yell again, but Ginny, who had been avoiding everyone's gaze, especially Harry's, clamped her hand over his mouth.
"Don't scare them," Harry heard her whisper. The room was very quiet, so when Professor Dumbledore reentered with five mugs of tea, promising that more would be made, no one said a word. He handed the mugs to Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Fleur, and Bill, and kept one for himself, then he decided to break the tension.
"Now that everyone is accounted for, I think that we should become acquainted with our new arrivals." Teddy nodded and moved away from Victoire to face the adults, or what would become adults. It was creepy being older than Harry and Ginny. He took a deep breath. He and Victoire had agreed that he should speak first, but now he felt at a loss for words. Teddy felt a soft hand in his, and he knew he had to get it over with.
"Uhm, I'm Teddy and this is-uh-My family,sort of, mostly, I mean they half raised me, Yeah." He knew James would have been laughing it the situation weren't so serious. He'd never been good at public speaking. The adults were waiting expectantly, so he continued. "Uh, we're from your future. Lily," he pointed over to his small red headed cousin crouched by the tree. She shrunk back a little, "found a Time Turner. It's new and none of us knows how it works. We don't know how we all for here or why, and we don't know how to get home. We landed in Ron's bedroom and almost woke everyone up," Ron's eyebrows raised in surprise. "Albus," he gestured to Harry's clone and all eyes swiveled towards him. He blushed uncomfortably when his namesake turned to him in slight surprise, "thought of Professor Dumbledore, so we borrowed Hedwig and owled him."
"Hang on," the real Harry interrupted with a slightly indignant edge, "I wasn't dreaming was I? All of you were in Ron's room, and you," he pointed at Victoire, "you forced me back to sleep!" Now it was her turn to blush. Really, Teddy thought, all the Weasleys should've just been born with beet red faces.
"Zen you are a Veela too?" Fleur said. Victoire nodded. This was getting tricky.
"Okay, so who are you?" It was Ginny who spoke. She was finally looking at them, and her eyes were expectant, like she thought she already knew the answer. Teddy sighed. He'd known they were going to have to tell Professor Dumbledore who they were if he was going to be able to send them back to the right place and time, but having to explain it to everyone? That would definitely rip a hole in the fabric of the space time continuum. Teddy could feel every eye in the room boring into him, waiting for him to answer. Ah, to hell with it, he decided, Fred and George would have used the extendable ears anyway. Teddy took a deep breath.
"Okay, this is going to be shocking and not very pretty, but I'm Teddy Remus Lupin, and we are your children."