James looked up from his toast, his face a picture of wonderment. "Wait, so, let me get this straight, you three tried to steal the memosphere, but when you touched it, you suddenly found yourself in fron tof the common room. Only it wasn't the common room, you knew, instead it was now, the past for you, the present for us."
"Exactly!" Ron nodded. They had just spent the better part of breakfast explaining to James and Co. about their mysterious journey to the past.
"I still don't understand though," James continued, as Ron gave a sigh of exasperation, "Why did you want the memosphere in the first place? I mean, it doesn't do much except show you things from the past, and take you back in time, as you mistakenly discovered."
Ron opened his mouth to speak, but Hermione hastily grabbed his arm, giving him a warning glance. Both of them looked at Harry. He shook his head.
"All right," said James, who had been watching with curiousity, "you don't want to tell us. I can't promise Dumbledore won't ask, though."
Lily shook herself, "Whoah, this is still far too strange for me to understand. But going to Dumbledore is a good idea, he'll know what to do, if anyone does."
"Hey Sirius, who're all your friends?"
They all looked up to see a tall boy with strawberry-blonde hair smiling down at them. James brightened immediately. "Oh, hey, Art, why don't you sit down? I'll introduce you." The boy sat down and listened carefully as James quickly re-explained the story.
He shook hands happily with Harry, Hermione, and Ron. " I'm sorry, I didn't catch the names the first time, you'd be, Harry, right? But--"
"Hermione Granger," she filled in promptly.
"Ron Weasly."
The boy's grin widened. "Weasly, really? Are we realted? Fith-cousins or something, I'm sure; it's a huge family. My name's Arthur."
Ron's face paled a little, but he smiled too. Harry clapped him on the shoulder, "Looks like you've met your dad too!"
Arthur's face went so white his freckles faded, "S-s-son?!?!" He looked ready to pass out, "Well, um, at least you seem nice. This isn't a joke?" he added hastily.
"You seemed to think it was an awfully funny joke when you heard James had a son," Peter commented edgily.
Ron shook his head, "No, it's not a joke. You married your girlfriend, Molly."
Mr. Weasly took a deep breath, "Well, s'not too bad. Like I say, you're nice, and, um, there's only one of you." He looked Ron straight in the eye, "There is only you , isn't there?"
"Well, no, there's six boys including me."
"Six boys?!!?" he shook his head in disbelief.
"And one girl."
CRASH! Arthur's chair tipped over as he fainted.
Sirius and James began to laugh hysterically as Lily and Peter frantically fanned his face, trying to revive him.
Remus chuckled, "I daresay that was quite a rude awakening for old Art. Ah, well, no more suprises today at least. Please tell me your parents aren't here?" he asked Hermione.
She shook her head, "No, good thing too, my Dad would've fainted looong before then."
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"Exactly!" Ron nodded. They had just spent the better part of breakfast explaining to James and Co. about their mysterious journey to the past.
"I still don't understand though," James continued, as Ron gave a sigh of exasperation, "Why did you want the memosphere in the first place? I mean, it doesn't do much except show you things from the past, and take you back in time, as you mistakenly discovered."
Ron opened his mouth to speak, but Hermione hastily grabbed his arm, giving him a warning glance. Both of them looked at Harry. He shook his head.
"All right," said James, who had been watching with curiousity, "you don't want to tell us. I can't promise Dumbledore won't ask, though."
Lily shook herself, "Whoah, this is still far too strange for me to understand. But going to Dumbledore is a good idea, he'll know what to do, if anyone does."
"Hey Sirius, who're all your friends?"
They all looked up to see a tall boy with strawberry-blonde hair smiling down at them. James brightened immediately. "Oh, hey, Art, why don't you sit down? I'll introduce you." The boy sat down and listened carefully as James quickly re-explained the story.
He shook hands happily with Harry, Hermione, and Ron. " I'm sorry, I didn't catch the names the first time, you'd be, Harry, right? But--"
"Hermione Granger," she filled in promptly.
"Ron Weasly."
The boy's grin widened. "Weasly, really? Are we realted? Fith-cousins or something, I'm sure; it's a huge family. My name's Arthur."
Ron's face paled a little, but he smiled too. Harry clapped him on the shoulder, "Looks like you've met your dad too!"
Arthur's face went so white his freckles faded, "S-s-son?!?!" He looked ready to pass out, "Well, um, at least you seem nice. This isn't a joke?" he added hastily.
"You seemed to think it was an awfully funny joke when you heard James had a son," Peter commented edgily.
Ron shook his head, "No, it's not a joke. You married your girlfriend, Molly."
Mr. Weasly took a deep breath, "Well, s'not too bad. Like I say, you're nice, and, um, there's only one of you." He looked Ron straight in the eye, "There is only you , isn't there?"
"Well, no, there's six boys including me."
"Six boys?!!?" he shook his head in disbelief.
"And one girl."
CRASH! Arthur's chair tipped over as he fainted.
Sirius and James began to laugh hysterically as Lily and Peter frantically fanned his face, trying to revive him.
Remus chuckled, "I daresay that was quite a rude awakening for old Art. Ah, well, no more suprises today at least. Please tell me your parents aren't here?" he asked Hermione.
She shook her head, "No, good thing too, my Dad would've fainted looong before then."
A/N ONCE AGAIN I APOLOGIZE FOR THE LACK OF UPDATES, AND ONCE AGAIN I PROMISE IT WILL BE QUICKER NEXT TIME. ONCE AGAIN, YOU SHOULD KNOW THAT THAT PROBABLY WON'T BE TRUE... **SIGH** SORRY, I ACTUALLY HAVE MORE TO DO IN THE SUMMER THAN DURING SCHOOL...