"Congratulations, you two," I said, rubbing the Skítrún on my wrist. "I guess Moony's talking to us again?"

Sirius reached over to mess up the werewolf's hair. "It took a bit of convincing, but yes. He's ready to talk."

"Thanks, Azalia," Remus said. "And... sorry about everything that's happened this past month."

"It's fine," I said. "I understand, I guess?"

Both of them smiled gratefully. "Also-"

"I need to go," I yelped, running off.

0o0o0

"Hey, 'Zal."

I jumped. "God, Remus! I thought I told you to stay out of my time!"

"Sorry, just seemed like you need some help right now. Based on the way you ran off in our Fifth year, y'know?" Sirius asked.

"Why are you here?"

"You're going to go on some rant about whether you should stay in school or work on your careers as an Auror, a Potioneer, a dragon tamer, a professor, and everything else you're going to want to do with your life. You're going to get mad at us for trying to help you make the right decision. You're going to-"

"How do you know all this?"

"Our Azalia told us. She also urged us to come here even though we'd promised to stay away."

"She also said to tell you to look for the hairy dragon, whatever that means."

"Tell her-"

"She also said that she'd be willing to meet you, even though it is against the laws of carrying a Time Turner."

"Christ," I grumbled.

"She thinks of everything."

"I do indeed," I said, walking toward the Merlin lab. "Now what do you two need?"

"Advice."

"On? I'm like three years younger than you!"

"And I very well can't ask us, can I?" Sirius snapped.

"What do you need?"

"It's about parenthood."

"I beg your pardon?"

"You know almost everything. You're probably going to go on to become an Unspeakable, for Merlin's sake! Prongs and Ev- excuse me, I mean Potter, want your help- you, not our Azalia- to help with parenting their kid."

"Explain?"

"Harry was born recently. So... we're twenty. Not eighteen. And Lily and James want your help with raising their son. Our Azalia already said no, so we were wondering if you would change your mind."

"Highly improbably and I'm not supposed to know what I'm going to do in the future."

"I apologize but you know how I am about helping James."

"No can do, Pads. Tell your Azalia I'll meet her tonight, on December 19th, at 9 in the Merlin lab."

"Sure. Our time's running out anyway." Remus waved, already fading.

0o0o0

"So. I'm you?"

Future me shrugged. "If you want to put it that way. More correctly, I'm you. You haven't been in my time, therefore, you aren't me."

"So I don't get less annoying?"

"'Fraid not, Azzy."

I hissed. "Don't call me that."

"You're going to... Unspeakable, right?"

"I'm not certain. What did you mean by hairy dragons?"

"Our former classmates Narcissa and Lucius?"

"Please tell me they're not-"

Future me nodded.

"Oh, Christ."

"They've named him Draco."

"Dragon."

"You get it now?"

"Harry. Hairy. Draco. Dragon. Harry Draco. Hairy Dragon."

"Bingo, 'Zal. My intelligence isn't lost on you."

"I am you. How could it be lost?"

She ignored me. "The potion..."

"Which one?"

"Extended Felix."

"Not much success with it."

"I know. Have you tried adding additional proportions of ingredients?"

"Wouldn't that just increase the negative effects?"

"Calming draught, Azalia. Calming draught."

"Get out."

"I just wanted to tell you, your name will be Rebecca Baines. Your mother died giving birth, and your father disowned you for interest in muggles."

"What-"

She shrugged, waved, and faded away.

"DAMN YOU AND YOUR MYSTERIOUS SENTENCES GET BACK HERE!" I roared.