A/N: This is from George's point of view. Also sorry about the wait for an update, I'm the worst excuse for a human in the world I know! But almost all of my family's birthdays are in this time so I've had no time. Plus being ill doesn't help you when you're trying to think about stuff. This chapter is mostly me trying to sort out an issue about our trios ages that a very nice reviewer told me about so this chapter is mostly for gemini-rose16. Sorry for taking so long to sort it out.

I come to stand by Hermione again and watch as she pulls out her wand. Even though none of us need them anymore I know it makes Hermione feel better to have hers in her hand. Verse dismantles the bubble but also takes Dumbledork's wand away from him, leaving him at a bit of a disadvantage but we all know he can do wandless and non-verbal magic. I watch him carefully whilst keeping my Occlumency shields up so he can't get any information out of me.

Nobody moves or does anything for a couple of seconds until Dumbledork straightens his back and demands that we tell him everything. I can't help the disbelieving laugh that escapes me and I hear Fred snort on my right. He glares at us but we just smirk at him, he lost the power to intimidate us when we learnt all the bad shit that he did in his life. I mean the guy killed his own sister for Merlin's sake!

"You know I'll have to fire you now and then kill you. I can't allow three jumped up kids that dropped out of school to mess around with time just because things didn't go exactly the way they wanted. You've got to learn to accept that some things will go wrong in war but good will prevail. You aren't old enough to have experienced the real hardships of life. You wouldn't have even-" Whatever he was going to say next is anyone's guess but it was probably going to be something disparaging about us. Dumbledork just stared into the space above our heads and suddenly thanked us for going through our lesson plans with him. Hermione tells him it was no problem and sends him on his way whilst sending a message to us to keep our mouths shut.

I can't help but feel like she's the reason Dumbledork now knows nothing about our being from the future. She's always been the best at memory charms, though it could also be Verse - I'm not even sure he knows how powerful he is. Once Hermione's finished showing Dumbledork out she thanks Verse for showing up and he leaves as well. That just leaves us three. I can't help but marvel that that went a lot quicker than I would of expected, I would of thought Dumbledork would have been a bit more of a challenge than that and Verse would of liked to stay a bit longer. He's kind of cool when you get to know him.

Looking at Hermione I take my necklace off and pass it to her whilst asking what happened. She explains that Dumbledork (or Bumbledore as she calls him) was concentrating on her wand hand a lot more than anything else so she wandlessly and non-verbally cast Obliviate on him so that he would just leave and stop sprouting such sit about us. As she gets to the last part I can see her anger start to mount and she starts yelling about how she is perfectly able to tell anyone about the hardships of life even if she is only eighteen years old. Wait - eighteen years old?

"Hermione, you're not eighteen anymore." I interrupt her though as soon as I do I regret it. She turns to me, her face and eyes devoid of emotion like they are before she fights.

"I think I know my age George!" She says, her voice also devoid of emotion. It's kind of creepy to be honest.

"Your birthday's on the 19th of September which was a few weeks before we died."

"Yet we've gone back in time now so I'm still eighteen. I'm turning nineteen next week whilst the both of you are still twenty."

"We died in the winter of 1998 Hermione! You're still nineteen and with all the time turner stuff in your Third Year even if you did age backwards you'd still be nineteen." I'm started to get frustrated with Hermione.

"George is right Hermione but we didn't celebrate your birthday before so we could celebrate it in a week if that will make you feel better." Fred says calmly. Hermione gives him a stiff nod and heads to her own room. I share a worried look with Fred but there's nothing we can do to convince her to sleep with us if she doesn't want to. So as we head to bed ourselves I can only hope that she doesn't get any nightmares tonight.