"Fodder," Liz said to the all to familiar fat lady as the portrait swung open and revealed the passage into the Gryffindor common room.

"So…" Liz said looking around. "Does it look any different from what it did in your day?"

"Not at all," Harry said as a slight feeling of deja vu crept over him. He looked around to see several of the young Gryffindors pouring over their Charms and Potions books, obviously studying for exams.

"So who teaches what?" Harry said as he made his way over to a nearby chair.

"Flitwick teaches Charms," Liz began. "Ventura teaches potions, Creevey teaches Defense against the Dark Arts…"

"Colin Creevey?" Harry interrupted.

"Umm…no I believe his first name is Dennis," Liz continued. "My cousin Amelia teaches Transfigurations."

"Your cousin?" Harry asked. "Which one of your uncles is her father?"

"Bill," she said smiling. "He's CEO of the Wizards Division of Gringotts now."

"Really?" Harry said laughing. "Way to work his way up. When did he have a daughter?"

"Well she's twenty-two," Liz said. "She's extremely bright. She was Head Girl in all."

"I don't doubt it," Harry said.

"I'm working on that as well." Liz said blushing slightly. "It's me or this Ravenclaw girl."

"Well," Harry said sighing. "If you're anything like your mum you'll get it. She was extremely bright."

"She's taught me everything I know," Liz said smiling widely. "James is up for Head Boy. He's almost guaranteed to get it as long as he doesn't screw up his exams this week. So far he's been doing great. As long as he writes a decent essay for Professor Binns' class then he's got it. It'd be wonderful if the two of us could do it together."

"Yeah," Harry said distantly. "I'm sure that would be special."

"It would," Liz said meekly. "Just because we've known each other for so long. I mean we've grown up together. He really is my best friend."

Harry smiled warmly as he watched Liz. It made him happy to know that he, Ron, and Hermione stayed so close that their children were now best friends.

"So what's happened to the rest of your uncles?" Harry asked. "Your family was always like a second family to me. I'd love to hear about what happened to them."

"Well," Liz said. "Uncle Fred and George have a chain of joke shops. They're so funny. Mum gets so aggravated by the things that they give us and the pranks that they teach my little brothers…"

"You have little brothers?" Harry asked intrigued.

"Uh-huh," Liz said as she twirled a piece of hair around her finger. "Aiden and Conner. They're both nine. They're twins. That's why Fred and George enjoy them so much. They want them to be little replicas of themselves. They look just like my dad though."

"Twins," Harry laughed. "This is mad…what about the rest?"

"Well, like I said," she continued. "Bill works for Gringotts, and Uncle Charlie did work as chief executive of the Magical Creatures Division of the Ministry, but he resigned due to…" she paused. "Circumstances. Now he's an assistant coach to the Chudely Cannons."

"What circumstances made him resign?" Harry asked.

Liz gave him the look that she had been giving him all day. "I really can't say…He just didn't agree with the newest Minister of Magic. Quite a few people resigned really, but I don't want to talk about it."

"I get it," Harry said sighing. He really wished he could get in contact with Ron. He knew Ron would tell him everything.

"All of them are married," Liz continued. "Bill married a woman he met while working in Paris. A muggle. Charlie married a co worker that he's known ever since his days in Romania. Fred married an old school girlfriend, while George married a woman that my grandmum introduced him too. All of them are very sweet. Bill has three children. Charlie has two. Fred has four. George still doesn't have any kids, seeing as he just got married last year. I really don't think he's looking to have any though…"

"What about Percy?" Harry asked thinking about the missing Weasley son.

"Percy…" Liz said quietly. "I don't know to be honest with you. My parents and my uncles won't talk about him."

"Why not?" Harry asked.

"Circumstances," Liz said vaguely. "I'm not the one who really…"

"You're are more like your mum than you know," Harry said sighing. "Wait…what about Ginny?" A small lump appeared at the back of his throat as he said her name.

"Of course," Liz said smiling. "How could I forget Aunt Ginny. She's married with two children. You met Thomas earlier, he's her oldest. Just stays at home with the kids. Doesn't work or anything."

"Thomas…" Harry mumbled. "Thomas Longbottom?"

"Yes," Liz said nodding.

"So she's married to…" Harry said pausing. He knew the answer, but was still hoping it wasn't true.

"Uncle Neville," Liz said slowly. "Dad said that they we're roommates back in school. I'm sure you know him."

"Oh I know him," Harry said looking at the ground. "I can't believed she married him though."

"Why?" Liz asked.

"Nothing," Harry said as they noticed the portrait hole swing open. James and Mike were walking in, laughing about something one had just said. They stopped abruptly when they noticed Liz and Harry.

"Hey guys," Liz said standing up. "Where have you been?"

"Around," Mike said coming over to them. James slowly lacked behind.

"Ok," Liz said. "I see how it is."

"McGonagall is looking for him," James said motioning towards Harry.

"I thought McGonagall was proctoring the N.E.W.T's?" Liz said suspiciously.

"She got Professor Sprout to do it," Mike said. "Said she had other things to worry about at the moment."

"Come on Harry," Liz said. "I'll walk you down there."

"She wants us all to go," James mumbled again as Harry glanced at him. He was a good two or three inches taller than Harry was.

"Great," Liz said. "Then lets go." The four of them made their way out of the common room and into the corridor. When they ran into an all too familiar face.

"Where are you all going?" asked Thomas as he suddenly approached.

"Somewhere where you can't come," Mike said stepping around him.

"Shut up," Thomas said. "I want to come too."

"You can't, Thomas," Liz said.

"That's not fair," Thomas said as a scowl appeared on his face. "I want to come."

"Oh shut up," James said in a frustrated tone as he quickened his step and walked ahead of the group.

"What's up his…?" Thomas began to say.

"Thomas," Liz said. "Not now, James isn't in a good mood."

"When is he ever in a good mood," Thomas said as the others quickly made their way to right outside McGonagall's office.

"Ahh there you are," McGonagall said smiling. "Mr. Potter…umm…Harry, I've found suitable accommodations for you for the time being."

"Have you?" Harry said.

"Yes," said McGonagall. "You'll have to step into my office in order to get there. Floo Powder of course."

"You mean I'm leaving the castle?" Harry asked surprised.

"Well you see," McGonagall said. "I feel it better to get you out of the castle and into somewhere where you will be safe."

"All right," Harry said shrugging.

"You three," McGonagall said turning towards Mike, Liz, and James. "You are not to speak of this for the remaining two days of term. Especially today. We have a very… distinguished visitor coming."

"Yes Professor," the three said quietly.

"Now Harry," McGonagall said. "I need you to step into the fire and say the words 328 Celbin Street."

"But that's my…" Liz began to say before McGonagall cut her off.

"That's all you need to say." she continued. "There will be someone there waiting for you. You should be safe. You'll be reunited with them in a few days."

"Ok," Harry said as he threw a handful of Floo Powder into the fire. "328 Celbin Street?" Harry asked.

"Yes," McGonagall said nodding.

"328 Celbin Street," Harry mumbled as he held his arms tightly to his body. Suddenly he started spinning dramatically before coming to a stop in the sitting room of a cozy home.

"Give it back it's mine," came the voice of a young boy that came running in the room.

"No, it not," said another young boy's voice. "Remember mines the green one. Yours is the blue one."

"No it isn't, mines the…" the little boy stopped when he caught glimpse of Harry standing there.

"James," said the other little boy. "What are you doing here?"

"Dad was going to go and pick you up in a couple days at Kings Cross," said the other. Both of the boys were identical in appearance with their dark auburn hair, bright blue eyes, and face full of freckles. The only exception was that one was wearing a blue polo shirt while the other was wearing a red t-shirt.

"All right," said a male voice that was approaching. "You two are too quiet so therefore I know something is going…" The man stopped when he entered the room and noticed Harry standing there. He was tall and had auburn hair that was obviously starting to gray. His eyes were tired but still the amazing blue that was the color of the young boys' eyes.

"Boys," the man said. "Go upstairs and play."

"But James is here," said the one in the blue. "I want to play with him."

"James isn't here yet, Conner," said the man.

"He's right there dad," said the one in red as he pointed to Harry.

"Go to your room and play before I send you to your room for punishment," the man said glancing at the boys.

"Fine," one of the boys said stomping his way all the way to the stairway and all the way upstairs. The other followed his twin.

The man turned to face Harry and he smiled warmly. "Harry Potter I presume?"

"Ron Weasley," Harry said smiling back.

"You're just like you used to be," Ron said as he came over and sat down in front of Harry.

"You're a bit older," Harry said sitting down as well. "A little more gray as well."

"Yeah," Ron said as he ran his hand through his hair. "First it got darker with age and now it's getting lighter. It's a no win situation really."

"Well," Harry said. "At least you've got your health."

"I suppose," Ron said sighing deeply. "It's good to see you."

"Is it?" Harry said taking a deep breath as well.

"Yeah," Ron said smiling. "I mean now I know how Sirius must have felt when he saw your mum after all that time."

"So you know what that means?" Harry said looking at Ron seriously. "I must be dead."

"What?" Ron said as the look on his face went from cordial to shocked.

"Oh get of it Ron," Harry said standing up. "I mean we've never lied to each other, why start now? If I'm dead just tell me. I can just tell by the way people have been acting that I must be."

"Harry," Ron said slowly. "I don't know what you're talking about…"

"Ron it's not a hard question," Harry said looking at him. "Have I died?"

Ron was silent for a moment as he stared at Harry. "We don't know."

Harry stopped. He looked at Ron intently. He knew of all people Ron would tell him the truth about anything. Even if it was on accident. "What do you mean you don't know?" he asked.

Ron put his head down into his hands. "We don't know if you're dead or not, Harry."

"And why's that?" Harry asked. "I mean that's usually something that pretty easy to figure out."

"It's all a long and complicated story," Ron said sighing. "I promised McGonagall that Hermione and I would explain it to you."

"McGonagall wants you to explain the future to me?" Harry asked. "How come this is completely opposite of what happened with Lily?"

"You'll find out Harry," Ron said. "I just need to wait for Hermione to get home. She shouldn't be much longer. Trust me, take advantage of the ignorance you're getting to experience right now."

"Fine," Harry said as he looked around the house. He was drawn to the pictures that were on the mantle above the fireplace. The first was a picture of Ron and Hermione on what appeared to be their wedding day.

"I can't believe you both actually went and got married," Harry said looking at Ron.

"What can I say," Ron said coming over and looking at the picture. "I mean you of all people knew that I was in love her practically from the first day we met."

"Well I wouldn't say the first day," Harry said grinning. "How old were you two when you tied the knot?"

"Twenty-two I believe," Ron said. "We were young."

"I can see that," Harry said as he went from that to a picture of Hermione and a very young Liz.

"She looks like her mum," Ron said. "Acts like her too. I keep trying to shake it out of her, but it's not working."

Harry laughed as he looked at the next. It was a recent photo of the twins with broomsticks in their hands.

"Ahh, my little terrors," Ron said smiling. "Aiden is on the right, and Conner is on the left. They'll be Quidditch stars if I have anything to say about it."

"They look just like you," Harry said.

"Yeah," Ron said. "Hermione says they act like me too. Neither are as dedicated as Lizzy is to school, which I think frustrates Hermione to an extent. She wants a family of Head children."

Harry moved on to the next picture of the entire family in a tropical setting. It seemed to be about five or six years old.

"Vacation in the Mediterranean," Ron said shrugging. "Came home with a nasty rash off that one."

"How fun," Harry said sarcastically as he picked up the next photo. "You're family." It was a picture of the Weasley family as Harry remembered them. Standing in front of the Burrow, smiling and waving.

"Yeah," Ron said solemnly. "Happier times."

"Right," Harry said as he eyed Ron skeptically, but didn't ask any further questions. The next photo was another more recent photo of Liz and James and the twin boys. They were all laughing and smiling widely.

"He a really good kid," Ron said as Harry stared at the photo. "An amazing kid really."

Harry didn't say anything as he moved on to the next and last photo that was sitting up on the mantle. It was a photo that Harry had seen a hundred time before. It was of him, Ron, and Hermione when they were fifteen. Hermione was in the middle and had her arms draped over both Ron to her left and Harry to her right. Harry could remember taking the picture right after they had finished their O.W.L.'s. Hermione had always kept it with her on her nightstand.

"Look at what dorks we were," Ron said laughing.

"Hey," Harry said turning around to face Ron. "I still am that dork!"

"Oh right," Ron said smiling a little. "I forgot."

"You didn't," Harry said as he sat down on the sofa. "You know I had a feeling McGonagall would send me here."

Ron smiled. "Term ends in a few days. I'm surprised she didn't just let you stay until then."

"Well," Harry said shrugging. "With the exception of your daughter, I wasn't exactly receiving a warm reception. Plus she said something about some visitor coming. Probably someone who might recognize me, you know how it is."

"Yeah," Ron said quietly.

"Do you know who was coming?" Harry asked looking at Ron. "And don't lie, Ron. You were always a terrible liar."

"It was just the Minister of Magic," Ron said standing up and yelling up the stairs for his sons to come down.

"Oh," Harry said. "Is that all?"

Ron looked down at the ground. "Well I wouldn't exactly say that was all…"

"Why?" Harry asked. "Whose the Minister this time around?"

Ron suddenly inhaled sharply, obviously not wanting to say something. "Let's just say that things have changed Harry, and it's all his fault. Dammit Hermione where are you?"

"Who's he?" Harry asked. "Who is the new Minister of Magic?"

Ron looked at Harry with a look of undeterminable emotion in his eyes. "Malfoy…."