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The sun's bright beams shone over Roxanne, on the Sunday morning. Annoyed that she couldn't sleep anymore, she went upstairs. With a glance at the other sleeping girls, she went down to the common room. Marlene's bed had been empty and Roxanne was wondering where she was so early in the morning. Sure that everyone in the tower was asleep, she expected an empty and quiet common room- something that didn't happen very often. It was also the reason to why she jumped in surprise when she heard voices downstairs.

"Is everyone here now?" A familiar voice asked.

"Is George already awake?" she thought.

"You're crazy. Do you hear me Prongsie, CRAZY! If I wasn't your buddy..."

It took a second before Roxanne realized that the voice she had believed was George's, really belonged to James.

"Quiet, Padfoot! We need to get to the field. Everyone, come on! Let's go!"

Roxanne came downstairs and saw seven Gryffindor students standing in the Common Room, each with a broom in hand. All but James seemed to need a couple of hours more sleep. Marlene stood to the right of Sirius and yawned constantly. When she saw Roxanne, she smiled slightly and waved.

"Roxy, why are you up at six thirty?" Sirius asked Roxanne surprised to see her up so early.

"Couldn't sleep," she murmured in response.

"Lucky you! I'm really tired, but James is crazy! I don't know what Minnie was thinking when she appointed him as captain. Did she wanna kill all the team players, or something?" Sirius said and yawned, but somehow he managed to get the words to sound like a joke.

"No, Padfoot! McGonagall wants to win, and she knows that I want to win, which is pretty logical. We'll see you soon, Roxy!" With those words, James left the common room, the rest of the team at his heels.

Sighing, Roxanne fell down in one of the armchairs. She sat like that for ten minutes and tried to get some sleep, but gave up.

"What should I do know?" she muttered to herself. "Good Roxy, now you're also talking to yourself..."

A bit tired and irritated, she looked around and saw a funny book, titled "101 ways to charm a witch". Roxanne laughed to herself. It would be fun to read crap about how girls worked. She opened the first page and read:

"Witches are strange creatures, who sometimes mean the opposite of what they say. For example, if you want to buy a superb diamond necklace that costs a fortune, they usually say that there's no need, that it's an unnecessary purchase and that there's other way to show your love, and so on. Many people get fooled by this and don't buy it. Wrong choice! When this happens, the witches often get bitter and feel that they wanted it. They will have this as a weapon when you least expect it—at a dinner several years later, for example, or with her girlfriends and Madame Malkin's - Rule number one is that to sometimes doing the opposite of what the witches say is better than doing what they say and end up getting in trouble."

"Yeah, 'cause that's so logical", Roxanne thought sarcastically. "I wonder what poor wretch believes in this dung" She yawned unconsciously and continued to read:

"Women aren't as confident and relaxed as we guys are, in everyday life. We can do without a lot of compliments and flattery, although it can be nice sometimes. But witches require constantly courting and encouraging words, to be happy and..."Roxanne sighed and tried to stay awake.

"I have to give this book to Molly and Rose. They will die of laughter," she thought amusedly, before..."Shit, I'm really exhausted. Of course it's kinda' difficult to give a book to some people who aren't born yet... my God; I mean their parents are barely born yet..."

She heard noises from the stair and Roxanne saw Fred, George and Louis.

"Howdy," said Fred cheerfully. George looked out the window.

"It's perfect Quidditch-weather today," he said dreamily. Roxanne nodded and told the others that it was just what the Gryffindor Quidditch team was doing.

"We know," said Louis grinning. "You should have heard Sirius when James woke him up."

"Remus and Peter are sleeping," began George, "so it's a perfect opportunity for me to talk frankly. We have been here for quite some time and I thought that it's time for us to start finding a way to get home." His words were followed by silence.

"I agree. Remember before we got here? We would sit at James' place and talk about coming here for fun?" Fred nodded towards Louis, who remembered the conversation that had taken place a long time ago.

"You mean when we talked about saving someone?" asked Fred and Roxanne. Louis nodded.

"Yes, we talked about Regulus Black. Shouldn't we try to do something, now that we are here?"

"Sure, but what is this "something" we should do?" George asked. "So far, we have tried to get Sirius to take part in it somehow, but..."

"Yeah, but that's almost nothing. We must continue and take another step," Roxanne interrupted. "But that's the hard part, because we don't even know him. We can't just go to him and say..."

"...Hi Regulus. We are from the future and want to tell you that you shouldn't make wrong choices and stop spending time with the people you hang with, because they're Death Eaters—or will be—and it all will lead till your early death."Fred concluded.

"So we must therefore, in some discreet way, make Sirius aware of it?" said Louis in a questioning tone.

Once again, steps from the stairs were heard and this time it was Lily who sauntered down from the dormitory.

"Morning everyone!" she said cheerfully and sat down in a red armchair beside Roxanne.

"Hello," the others murmured in reply. Lily's eyes fixed on George.

"Is there something bothering you?" she asked. The others shrugged and George mumbled "Nothing special really..."

"Homesickness?" she asked. "You haven't forgotten that I know where you come from, have you?" At her words, a grin spread across George's face.

"No, Grandma." Lily grimaced.

"Don't call me grandma, I feel old. You'll have plenty of time to call me grandma in the future." A cold feeling spread within George and unknowingly, he lowered his gaze.

"What?" Lily asked as she watched the others freeze. "Why are you so sad? If I have grandchildren and the whole party in the future, the war must have ended and Voldemort disappeared, so..." she paused and suddenly her face shone understandingly.

"Am I going to die, before you get to see me?" she asked quietly, but no one answered. "Don't be sad. I will at least be there for my son and James will always be there." The silence after her words were so tense that Fred felt that he had to say something.

"Oh, it's just George who misses his mother's hugs, though he doesn't admit it. Nothing will happen to you." Lily relaxed noticeably and said in a light-hearted tone:

"Okay, I'm going to wake Alice. Then we can head down to the breakfast." She disappeared up the stairs and the others sighed.

"Seriously guys, we can't reveal everything. From now on, we gotta think about how we react and what we're saying." Fred said.

"Quite right, Mr. I-miss-mummy. Who is it that actually wants hugs from his mum?" George said, but before Fred were able to respond, Alice and Lily turned up in the common room. Together they rushed to breakfast.

The smell of freshly roasted bread filled the Great Hall. It watered in George's mouth when he took some warm,golden-brown toast with turkey. Beside him, Fred gobbled everything he could access, prompting George to look as far away from Fred as he could. His eyes fixed on a dark-haired, pale boy with familiar, beautiful aristocratic features. The grey eyes that were just like Sirius' looked down at the table. The impression George got of Regulus Black, was a boy, who was in deep thoughts, seeming bombarded with tough decisions to make.

"FINALLY BREAKFAST!" roared a voice next to George, who jumped, frightened. Less than a second later, professor McGonagall was there.

"Mr. Black, how dare you rant like a baboon pack?! If I hear anything like that from you again, you will get detention every day until the day you graduate!" Then she returned to the head table.

"Dear old Minnie! Does she really think that, I at this point, am afraid of detentions?"

"I don't know Sirius, but you should be!" said Lily in a stern voice.

"Hey Lils", said James cheerfully.

"Hi James," she replied, just as happy. Everyone around her paused whatever they were doing and stared at her.

"Did she just say hi to me? Moony is this a joke?" exclaimed an overjoyed James to the newly arrived Remus, who looked completely lost. Lily, however, looked amused at the others.

"What? Can't I say hello to someone?" the others remained silent. Roxanne exchanged knowing looks with Alice.

"Oh, never mind them, Lils", said Marlene, who looked extremely tired after the training. At the same time, the owls came flying in through the Great Hall with mail to everyone.

Louis had now learned to not care about the post. The first days he had looked after his owl, before common sense stopped him. Therefore, he was very surprised when a handsome bronze barn owl suddenly landed beside his bowl of cereal. He saw George throw a puzzled glance around him, before he took the letter from the owl.

To

Mr. Louis Delacour
Mr. George Harryson
Mr. Fred Johnson
Miss Roxanne Johnson

The Great Hall

"Who's the letter from?" asked George. Louis looked at the envelope.

"It doesn't say..."

"Give the letter to me", said Roxanne in a low voice. Before Louis could react, Roxanne had grabbed it. She opened the letter and saw a short message.

Messrs Louis, George, Fred and miss Roxanne, can you find yourselves in my office on Monday evening at eight o'clock?

APWBD

Ps. Lemon sherbet is underestimated.

Roxanne stared at the letter. She didn't recognize the thin, intricate handwriting and, by judging her brother and cousins, they didn't either. She looked up at the crowd of students.

"Who has APWBD as signature?" she heard George mumble. Immediately she looked towards the head table and looked straight to Professor Dumbledore's clear blue eyes.

"Dumbledor", she heard Fred say. All four stared at the headmaster and George nodded slowly. Dumbledore cast a look at them before he began to speak to professor Flitwick.

"Don't you need a password to his office?" Louis asked with concern.

"The password is lemon sherbet," George pointed at the ps.

"But what would Dumbledore say to us?" Roxanne asked anxiously.

"I don't know," George began uncertain.

"Hmm, maybe he has found a way for us to go home," murmured Louis optimistically.

"That would be great," agreed Fred.

"What are you talking about?" Remus asked lightly. He had just finished eating his bowl of cereal and yogurt and was about to serve himself a glass of orange juice.

"The letter we got," Louis held up the envelope that the letter was tucked in "was from professor McGonagall, who would like to discuss our school subjects and career plans with us."

"Oh," Lily turned interested to Louis, "I thought that you already had that conversation."

"Just what I thought," agreed Remus. George shook his head.

"No, she said that we should think about our choices and talk to her when she thought we been here long enough."

"Well," Lily began, but was interrupted by a loud, piercing scream. The entire student body turned in the speed of light, to the Ravenclaw table.

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