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My immediate thought upon stepping through the attic door was, this place looks horrible, because, well, it did.

It was Grimauld Place, no doubt about that, but it looked so different to our Grimauld Place, our home, that it could barely even be called a home anymore. We passed by my room, and the door was so filthy that I barely even recognized it. The floors creaked beneath out feet, casting an eerie spell amongst us.

Walking along the corridor, I could hear the anxious breaths of all my cousins. I gulped, I was the one who got us into this mess. I was the one stupid enough to go into the attic. Sighing, I brought my hand (my good hand) up to my forehead to rub at the skin.

Lily looked up at me and took my hand into her own. "This place looks like home," She turned around to glance at our surroundings. "but it looks so old and dirty."

"I'm not sure of what is happening," I admitted, biting my lip. "but I promise I will not let anything bad happen to you," I turned to Al, who was walking close to my side. "either of you." He nodded his head, looking down before looking back in front of him.

We continued down the hallway until we reached what would be the dining room. From this side of the door, we could hear voices. Teddy stood in front of us all, wand ready, about to go through the door until he was interrupted by screeching.

"DIRTY HALFBREEDS, MUDBLOODS AND BLOOD TRAITORS. GET OUT OF MY HOUSE, OUT!"

Lily buried herself into me in fright, and although he would never admit it, Al did the same on my right. I closed my eyes, my heart beating furiously through my chest.

Everyone held their breaths as the people on the opposite door to us stopped talking. We heard footsteps thudding closer and closer to the door. Instinctively, I pushed Al and Lily behind me, ignoring the stinging pain of my hand. I grabbed my wand out of my pocket, awkwardly having to hold it in my left hand as my right one could not hold anything.

I turned back to whisper to my siblings. "Whatever happens, just stay behind me." They nodded their head fearfully, too scared to argue. I looked back to the door, gulping as fear took hold of my throat and threatened to close it. I needed to be strong, but how could you be when you're still only a kid?

We watched as the handle to the door turned, slow and steady. I tensed, bracing myself for whatever may come through that door.

I was not expecting an older looking Teddy to burst through, wand pointed and at the ready.

Teddy gasped, and dropped his wand down, stumbling a few paces back.

The other man narrowed his eyes as he opened the door a bit more, letting in three other older men. "I am only going to ask one time; who are you and how did you get here?"

Teddy murmured and stuttered for a while, voice caught in his throat. As I was standing almost right behind him, I could hear him softly whisper out a "dad?".

I gasped, fully aware of the situation. I looked back to the four men who were standing in front of us, wands up. The one on the far right looked exactly like Granddad Weasley. The one next to him resembled our current Minister for Magic, Kingsley Shacklebolt. The man who had entered first looked so much like Teddy when he had his natural features, and the last man was someone I had only ever seen in a few photographs around the house, my namesake; Sirius Black.

Crap.

"Don't make me repeat myself." The man who I presumed was Remus Lupin spoke again. Victoire looked to her husband and realised that he was not in the right state of mind to answer, and so stepped forward, wand raised above her head in a sign of surrender. The four men trained their wands to her, but she didn't once flinch.

"My name is Victoire. This is my husband Teddy, and my cousins are behind us. Please, we mean no harm. We have no idea how we got here."

The men narrowed their eyes, suspicious. "How can we trust you?" Sirius Black answered.

She shook her head. "Please, we do not mean any harm. The youngest here is only eleven years old." The men looked over the crowd, realising that we were all just kids.

The men shared a look before turning to us once again. Kingsley Shacklebolt addressed us. "We shall escort you into the next room. Albus Dumbledore is there, he will determine whether you are telling the truth or not." We all sighed in relief. "I will warn you, if you do anything to harm the occupants of the room, we will not hesitate."

Hesitate to do what? I felt the blood drain from my face as I realised what the answer was.

Of course, stories of my parent's time at Hogwarts always came up, especially in the newspapers, in books, even on chocolate frogs. This was a time of war, a time where many people lost their lives to fight for the freedom of all wizards, especially muggleborns. It was a dangerous time, a time we never had to experience as we were protected by our parent's sacrifice all those years ago.

Wordlessly, we walked into the room before us. It looked just like our dining table; it was our dining table. I scanned it quickly, gulping as I saw who was here.

My eyes first went to my mother and father. I stared in shock. They were younger than me. My parents were younger than me, mum was closer in age to Al, and Dad was Al's age. I could see the resemblance between my siblings and them, it's easier to tell when they are the same age. I turned away from them, ignoring them so I wouldn't become too weirded out.

When they saw us enter, the occupants of the room stood up and drew their wands. I felt sweat drip down my forehead as I had more than ten wands trained on me. I bit my lip hard enough to draw blood.

"What have we here?" Came the calm voice of Albus Dumbledore.

I had seen him in the portrait in Professor McGonagall's office, Merlin knows I've been in there more than enough times. He looked exactly like the portrait, from his silver beard to his half-moon glasses that hid sparkling blue eyes. His face and voice were calm, but those eyes were hard, and I looked to see that he too had his wand trained on my family.

"These people claim they have no idea how they got into the house. They are just kids, but we all know that Death Eaters wouldn't consider it too low to use children." My granddad was the one who answered Dumbledore, and I bowed my head. My own granddad. Of course, he had no idea we were his grandchildren, but that didn't stop the pain in my chest.

"Death Eaters?" I froze and felt Lily freeze behind me. She looked up at me, worried now that she had slipped and spoken. All wands were now trained on the two of us. I stepped forward in front of my siblings, silently challenging everyone.

"Please, we mean no harm." Victoire urged. I could see she was getting desperate. "I-I think we might have time travelled."

Sirius narrowed his eyes. "Time travelled, that's absurd!"

Dumbledore, however, looking thoughtful. "Do you have any proof of this claim?"

Teddy, having collected himself after the shock of seeing his very much alive father, stood forward. "I give you permission to look through my memories freely." He raised his arms over his head as Victoire had done.

Within a few long strides, Dumbledore had planted himself directly in front of Teddy, and wasted no time in putting his wand against the younger man's head.

We stood, tense as the silence took hold. Lily was shaking like a leaf next to me, and Al had gone pale. I looked around at my cousins. Rose had grabbed Hugo and pulled him into a hug as he shook, his breath coming in spurts. Fred and Roxanne were huddled together, Roxanne holding Fred's hand gently, as not to harm it. Louis and Dominique were right behind their sister, backing her up as she looked to Teddy in fright. Poor Lucy was the worst, tears spilling from her eyes as Molly held her tightly. Scorpius was to my right, standing just in front of Albus.

I licked my lips and shook my head. Guilt coursed through me. I was the one who put my family in danger.

A few more moments saw the tension grow, before Dumbledore stood back. Teddy was left panting slightly, stumbling backwards into me and bumping my injured hand. I muffled a whimper, not wanting to draw any attention to myself.

"They tell the truth." And with that simple sentence we were plunged into more shocked silence.

"What do you mean they tell the truth?" Sirius demanded.

Dumbledore turned calmly to them. "These children are from over 25 years in the future."

We all sighed in relief. Now that Dumbledore was on our side, no one would attack us. If there was one thing I took from Dad's stories of the old days, it was that everyone trusted Dumbledore, and few would ever go against his word. We were safe for now.

"25 years?!" I looked over to who said that and had to hold back my gasp. However, Rose and Hugo had no such qualms, and gaped at the young woman. It was a young Hermione Weasley. At this moment she was only Hermione Granger, and had probably only just started to have feelings for Ron. "That's impossible. You can only travel back a few hours, maybe a day at most. 25 years? That's- that's- illogical!" She buried her hands into her bushy hair, and I was reminded heavily of Hugo whenever he became stressed out.

"Believe me, Miss Granger, these young people are from 25 years from the future." Dumbledore stated again, the twinkle in his eyes returning. "I promise all of you, these children mean no harm to any of us, they are not associated with Death Eaters or Voldemort." Everyone from the past winced, and I looked on confused. In the future, we say Voldemort's name like it was nothing. These people seemed almost afraid of the very mention of it. "I think it would be best if they introduced themselves. Do not worry about revealing any information. It is likely we will all be obliviated after this experience." He said directly to us, a small smile on his weathered face.

Everyone turned to Teddy, who sighed and shared a look with Victoire. From where I was standing, I could see the worry and fear in his eyes. His hair slowly lost its vibrant turquoise colour and drifted to brown.

He turned back to the people from the past, not meeting their eyes. "My name is Teddy, as Victoire stated before. I am the eldest here. I am 22 years old. The people behind me are my wife's siblings and cousins."

"Are you a metamorphmagus?" Came a voice from the back. Teddy stiffened as he saw who spoke and I realised with dread who it was. Nymphadora Tonks, Teddy's dead mother. "It's just, your hair changed colour." She muttered, obviously embarrassed at having spoken out.

"Um," Teddy stuttered. "Yes, ma'am I am." He couldn't take his eyes off her, drinking in the sight of her, alive and right in front of him. I couldn't even imagine what he must be feeling.

She narrowed her eyes. "Are you related to me? From the future?"

Teddy nodded his head numbly. "I'm- I, I'm your son."

Everyone was once again plunged into silence, no one daring to speak. This confession changed everything. The past now knew that we were all related to them, in one way or another. I could see their faces as they looked between us, wanting to see which of us they were related to.

Tonks herself bit her lip. She had a shocked and almost scared expression on her face. But in an instance, it changed into a warm smile. "Hello Teddy." She walked around the table, slow and steady, towards us. She reached out a hand, hesitant, and almost drew back before reaching out once more to take Teddy's hand. I heard him suck in a breath.

There was a moment when nothing happened, and then Tonks pulled her son down into a hug, squeezing him tight. "Oh my gosh, this is so weird. I'm hugging my son who is older than me."

Teddy laughed, a strange strangled sound. "Yeah, pretty weird." I could see a few tears building up in his eyes.

Tonks pulled back. "So, who's your father? Or am I not supposed to know?"

"I'm sure it's fine," Teddy smiled back, euphoria clear on his face. I knew this was the first time Teddy had ever remembered seeing his parents. "This might come as a huge shock to you, but my full name is Teddy Remus Lupin."

A glass fell to the floor as Remus Lupin looked up in surprise. His eyes were narrowed, and his face was set. "You-you're mine?" He choked out.

"Hi Dad." Teddy replied softly. "Don't worry, I'm not a werewolf."

"He just gets a bit grumpy around full moons." Victoire smirked. Teddy rolled his eyes.

Remus stood up suddenly, but then froze. He licked his lips, a habit that I knew Teddy had inherited. It was obvious he wanted to join the family hug but wasn't sure if he should. He was pushed forward by Sirius. "Come on mate," he smiled. "It's your family."

The older Lupin took two steps forward before wrapping his arms around the two others fiercely. I smiled sadly at the sight. Unbeknownst to the past, this was the first time the whole Lupin family had been aware of a family embrace.

"Well this is sweet and all, but come on, I need some attention now." I rolled my eyes as Louis stepped forward, breaking the peaceful moment that had just occurred. "If we are allowed to reveal things from the future, I want to go first."

Dominique scowled at him. "Do you ever shut your mouth?"

He smiled back at her. "Nope!" He winked and turned back to the past. "My name is Louis Weasley, youngest son of dear old daddy Bill."

"Bill?" Grandma Weasley shook, excitement clear on her face. "My Bill?"

Louis smiled over at her. "Hello Grandma Weasley."

Grandma Weasley squealed loudly and made her way over to Louis. Louis was subjected to the famous Molly Weasley hug. "Oh, I've got a grandson. I've got a grandson." She turned to look behind Louis. "Are you all my grandchildren?"

Dominique laughed, "Basically." She stood forward. "I'm Dominique, I'm Louis older sister. Victoire's our oldest sibling. Don't worry Dad, it's just us three." She added, laughing at the paleness on Uncle Bill's face.

"I have children?" He asked, shock clear on his face. "Who's your mother?" He asked, noticing Victoire's bright blonde hair. Dominque's hair was not quite red but not quite blonde, almost a strawberry blonde I guess, whereas Louis was a full red head like the rest of us.

Louis smirked, amusement twinkling in his eyes. "Like you don't already know. Our names are all French."

There was whistling from down the dining table, and as we turned to see who it was we all sucked in a breath. Fred Weasley was sitting at the table next to his twin, George, and shouldering his other brother Bill. I caught Fred's (future Fred) eye, staring at him with wide eyes. He simply shook his head and went back to staring at the person he was named after.

"Wow, a Veela? You managed to score a Veela?" He exclaimed, unaware of the crisis that the kids from the future were now going through. "Wow, excellent job mate."

I saw Grandma Weasley, Auntie Hermione and my mum purse their lips. I looked on confused. I thought Auntie Fleur and all them were all good friends.

"Fleur? I'm married to Fleur?" Bill asked, a small smile on his face. "Wow, I mean, wow." He ran his hands through his hair. "Tell me about yourselves!" He leaned forward, excited.

Victoire smiled. "Well, I'm Victoire. I'm 20 years old. When I went to Hogwarts I was in Gryffindor and was a prefect. I was Head Girl in my final year at school and played Chaser for two years on the team. I'm the eldest Weasley child and currently working at St Mungo's. Also," she smiled and took Teddy's hand in her own, staring up at him lovingly. "I'm married to Teddy."

There was whooping and hollering all around, congratulations to the couple. "Welcome to the family Victoire!" Tonks called, hugging the girl tightly. Victoire tensed slightly before relaxing into the hug, meeting her mother-in-law for the first time.

"Thank you, Tonks. But yeah, other than that, there's not much more about me you really need to know." She smiled lightly.

"Yeah except she's super uptight about everything." Victoire immediately frowned, turning to her younger brother, ready to pounce on him. "Look, just one comment gets her all riled up."

"Sure, whatever." Dominique pushed through her two warring siblings and smiled brightly at the past. "Hello everybody. My name is Dominique, middle child to these two idiots." There were protests from her siblings at that comment. "I'm 18 years old, fresh out of Hogwarts. Just finished my last year this past June. I was a Hufflepuff, and proud so if I hear any comments don't think I won't hex you." She continued smiling through her speech, warning the past not to mess with her. "Unlike goody-two shoes over there, I was never prefect or Head Girl, but I did play for Hufflepuff Quidditch team as a Keeper and made it to Quidditch Captain in my 6th year. Under me, we won the Quidditch cup. I'm now studying to be a Curse Breaker, just like Dad." She smirked at him and he smiled back, hesitantly.

"A Weasley in Hufflepuff?" Inquired Grandad Weasley. "For decades we've all been Gryffindor's."

Louis laughed. "Ha, you're going to get a shock with me. Local Slytherin, at your service." He took a bow, but through his cocky demeanour, I could see the worry in his eyes about how his family would react.

"A Slytherin? A Weasley Slytherin?" Cried Ron. I groaned. I knew Ron at this time had some not so pleasant things to say about that house, and as always, he had no tact.

"Yes, and if you have a problem with that you can talk to me." The words dripped from Victoire's mouth like poison, her eyes set and challenging all those in the room. No one spoke a word. "Good. In the next 25 years huge changes happen in the British Wizarding World. No one really cares what house you're in anymore, and house unity is at an all-time high. The only time there is really any competitiveness or hostility between houses is during Quidditch games, and even then, its all-in good fun. So, if anyone has any comments to make about my little brother, please take them up with me."

Everyone shut their mouths after that, no one daring to say anything to disturb the eldest Weasley grandchild. I clenched my hands in worry, but then I cried out as my hands screamed in pain.

My goal to not have any attention brought to me failed as everyone whipped their heads around to look at me. I waved, sheepish, before crying out once more and cradling the hand to my chest.

"Oh dearie, what have you done to your hand?" Grandma Weasley fussed, and I could almost pretend I was back home with my Grandma Weasley. "Let me have a look, hey?" She crossed the room to me.

"Fred's is hurt as well, Grandma." I told her as she looked at my hand. She whipped her head up to me, confused. I realised in an instance why. "Oh, Fred, he's from the future, my cousin. Yeah, this might get confusing." I chuckled. Grandma Weasley nodded her head as she took my hand in her hands. I winced once again.

"We need to get those hands healed as soon as possible." Victoire stated. "Grandma, you wouldn't happen to have any nihil adole* in this house, would you? If I could crush it up real fine, I can make a paste out of it to apply to the burns." Grandma Weasley took off at once to search for the magical healing plant, leaving us in an awkward silence once again.

"So, what about you?" I turned sharply to Sirius, who had aimed the question at me. He stumbled with his words once he caught sight of my face. "You look like James."

I bit my lip. "Well, that's because I am James. James Potter, at your service." The past gaped at me, not able to believe what I had said.

"You're my son?" I groaned, knowing I had to face the inevitable. I turned to look at my father, Harry Potter, who was currently a full year younger than I am. As I stared at him, I could see how everyone said Al was basically his younger clone. If it weren't for the fact Al didn't have glasses or a scar, and that his hair was a deep brown, they could be twins. I had Dad's jet-black hair, and his nose, and the shape of his eyes, but the colour was brown, like Mum's. Other than that, I couldn't really see any other similarities. For Lily, she had his green eyes, however hers were more hazel. And instead of Mum's flaming bright red Weasley hair, hers had a darker tone to it. Through my evaluation, my younger dad was still coming to terms. "I have a son?"

"Two actually," Al's quiet voice commented from my right. "You have two sons and a daughter. My name's Albus."

Dumbledore smiled widely. "I'm touched, Harry." The boy just nodded his head vaguely, still trying to grasp the fact that he had two sons and a daughter.

"What," he shook his head. "I have a daughter as well?"

Lily bounced up and down. "That would be me. Lily Potter. I'm your youngest and favourite child." She grinned cheekily.

I shoved her with my good hand. "Oh, come off it." I turned back to my dad. "I'm your first-born, so obviously I'm your favourite."

"Yeah right," Al scoffed. "Everyone knows I'm his favourite."

"Yeah, well I'm Mum's favourite!"

"You're not Mum's favourite! I'm Mum's favourite, I'm the only girl."

"You can't be both Mum and Dad's favourite, that's just cheating."

"Alright!" Shouted, Victoire. "You know your parents don't pick favourites. Can we stay on topic please?"

I rolled my eyes. "Anyway, I'm your oldest, James Potter. I'm 16, and I am about to enter my sixth year at Hogwarts. I'm in Gryffindor, the best house," all the Gryffindor's cheered, "thank you, and I am Gryffindor's Quidditch Captain, playing Chaser. Just this last school year we won the Quidditch cup." I smiled brightly as I finished.

"Yeah, whatever, nobody cares about you." Lily pushed me to the side. "Besides, I'm the one who won all the games." She turned to look at everyone from the past. "I'm Lily. I'm 13 years old, and I am about to go into my third year in Gryffindor. I joined the Quidditch team last year, where I play seeker, just like Dad, and with my help we won the Quidditch Cup." She turned to Albus. "Your turn Al."

He waved, a small smile on his face. "Hi, like I said before, my name's Albus, but you can just call me Al. I just turned 15 a week ago. August 1, a day after Dad. Unlike my reckless, impulse driven siblings, I'm a Ravenclaw." Everyone looked shocked, but not really surprised. "I play Chaser on the Quidditch team for Ravenclaw."

I couldn't help but laugh at Dad's (you know what, this is weird, I'm just going to call him Harry) expression. I guess it is a huge shock.

"So, who's your mum?"

Harry looked terrified at that comment. I don't blame him, especially when he finds out who it is. "Well," I laughed, "these people over here are our cousins. And Grandma and Grandad Weasley are our, well, grandparents. So…"

If possible, Harry's face paled even further. "G-Ginny?" He asked, tentative. My mum, er younger mum, turned redder than her own hair, hiding her face into her hands.

As if planned, all the Weasley boys turned their head in unison to death glare Harry.

"You mean…" Fred started.

"to say…" George continued.

"that Harry here…"

"knocked up our sister?"

"Our only sister?"

"The youngest Weasley child?"

"Alright!" Ginny shouted. She turned to her brothers, who were still giving Harry the death stare. "I don't need you to defend me. Besides, he didn't knock me up if we're married!" She hesitated for a moment. "We, we are married, right?"

"Yes mum, you are married. You got married in 1999 as soon as you become of age. I was born 4 years later." I smiled, reassuring her.

"Wait, 1999? That would mean I was 18!" Ginny cried out.

"You always told me that you loved each other so much that you didn't want to wait any longer than you needed. Daddy proposed to you in 1998, but you had to wait until you were 18 to legally get married, even though you were basically already married before that. You told me that you knew that you didn't want anyone other than Dad for the rest of your life." Lily added, smiling sweetly at the tale that mum always told us when we were younger. "It was so funny, when you told everyone else that you were getting married, all the Weasley boys got together to warn Dad about getting on Mum's bad side, because if he hurt her it wouldn't be them coming after him, but her!"

Ginny blushed even harder, hiding her hands behind her hands once again, while Harry looked on with a slightly confused smile on his face, all those his face was also red. "I really said that? That I loved him so much?" Ginny mumbled.

Lily nodded hesitantly. "But, that doesn't come for a long time yet." She bit her lip and moved to stand behind me once again as everyone stared at her.

Noticing my sister's embarrassment, Rose stepped forward, her red curls bouncing up and down, bringing Hugo with her, who had relaxed when we knew no harm would come to us. "I'm Rose Weasley. I'm 15 years old, the same age as Al. I'm going into my fifth year as well, and I am also in Ravenclaw. I play Keeper on the Quidditch team."

Grandma Weasley came back into the room, holding the ointment for the burns on Fred and I's hand. "And who's child are you, my dear?" She asked, although by her smile I could tell that she already knew.

Rose laughed and clasped her hands together in front of her, a sign of nervousness. "Well, Ron's my dad."

Everyone turned to the Weasley boy, his face pale and his eyes terrified, but also curious. "You're my kid?"

The girl in question rocked back and forth on her heels. "Yeah, but it's not just me." She pulled Hugo into everyone view, the young boy towering over his older sister. "This is my younger brother, Hugo."

"Younger brother?" Hermione asked, a smile on her face. "I can see how he's Ron's son." Which was true, he was as tall, lanky and freckly as his father, if only for his curly auburn hair you would've thought he'd be Ron's clone. However, as she said this, a look of jealously came over her face. I knew instantly that she wished she was the mother. Oh, she's in for a shock.

Hugo grinned, showing off his slightly bucked teeth. "Yeah, but you're never going to believe who our mother is."

"Who?" Ron asked, a terrified look in his eyes.

Rose smiled. "Hermione."

The girl in question chocked suddenly, Ginny rubbing her back with a smirk plain on her face. "Excuse me?" She turned back to her children, her eyes wide open. "I'm sorry, when did this happen?"

"In your seventh year, I'm pretty sure." Hermione blushed at Rose's words.

"Oh," she responded, rubbing her lips together and looking down at her hands. She coughed for a moment, before standing and moving out of the room. "Excuse me."

With Hermione gone, the attention turned to Ron, whose face had gone even brighter than his hair. I felt bad for him, after all, if my kids from the future came and told me I would marry my best friend, well, I wouldn't know what to think.

"Are we happy?" The question was barely spoken above a whisper, but in the silent room it came as a shout. Ron repeated his question. "In the future, are we happy?"

Rose smiled, "Yeah we are."

The answer seemed to put Ron's worries away, and although the tension in the air was still awkward, he smiled at his two children and sat back down. Rose and Hugo beamed with pride, aware that this was a huge step, considering the drama and confusion of the day.

I found this chapter really hard to write, because I have to introduce all these characters to the other characters but there are so many kids!

It is a little boring at the moment but I promise it'll speed up soon.
Hope you enjoyed it!