"Why do I have to wear that shirt?" came the voice of one of the twins.

"Aiden," came Hermione's voice. "We've been through this more times than necessary. You wear a uniform, you need to wear the correct clothing or else they won't let you in the door. What are you going to do when you go to Hogwarts and you have to wear all this and a robe?"

"That'll be different," came Aiden's voice. "It'll all be worth it to learn magic instead of arithmetic."

Harry sat in bed and stared up at the ceiling. Hermione, Ron, and him had sat up late in the night talking about their lives. Surprisingly enough, he had learned that Hermione insisted that her children attend muggle school until they were to go off to Hogwarts. She said it was useful to not only raise the child in the wizard world, but also expose them to muggle culture since that was how she was raised. She also felt it would help them to understand their Granger roots and her family more.

"Ok have a good day," Hermione said.

"Bye mum, love you," said one of the boys.

"Yeah, love you," said the other.

"I love you too," Hermione said as she slowly opened the door to where Harry was sleeping. Harry watched as she peeked in, but was surprised to see him up.

"Finally up?" Hermione asked coming in.

"Yeah," Harry said groggily. "I slept like a rock last night."

"And all day yesterday and yesterday night," Hermione said grinning.

'What?" Harry asked.

"You slept all day yesterday," Hermione said. "Ron and I felt it best to leave you alone. I know jet lag takes its toll on a person, but I didn't know if that applied to time travel or not."

" I slept all day?" Harry asked shocked.

"Yes," Hermione said sitting down on the edge of the bed. "It was probably for the better. Ron and I had to work all day, and the boys were at school. I left you a note incase you had woken up, but apparently you hadn't. I could tell because none of the food had been touched."

"I've never slept through an entire day before," Harry said rubbing the bridge of his nose.

"Never traveled through time either," Hermione said smiling, "But apparently there is a first for everything."

"Where's Ron?" Harry asked.

"Taking the boys to school," Hermione said. "He's been up since about four. He had to go into Gringotts this morning so that he could get some last minute work done. We both have the rest of the day off."

"Really?" Harry asked. "Doesn't Hogwarts let out today?"

"Yes," Hermione said. "Ron's headed down to King's Cross around noon to get them. I'm sure he'd love the company if you wanted to go with him."

"I don't know," Harry said standing up. "I'd feel a little awkward."

"Oh don't be silly," Hermione said. "The kids have had plenty of time to come to grips with you being here."

"Come to grips…maybe," Harry said as he put a shirt on. "Accepted it?…Hardly."

"Harry," Hermione said. "You'll see lots of old Hogwarts people if you do."

"Is that what I want?" Harry said laughing a little. "I don't remember wanting to see them when I was there."

"True," Hermione said smiling. "Fred and Angelina should be there."

"They have children there?" Harry asked.

"Jeffery, I believe, is in his third year, while Linda is in her second," Hermione said. "Natalie and Fred Jr. already graduated."

"Well," Harry said. "I'm sure I'd see quite a few of the old school people. The ones that are living that is."

"Anyway," Hermione said. "I know Ron would love the company."

"I'll think about it," Harry said. "I think I'll take a shower first though."

"I'll get you a towel," Hermione said walking over to a nearby linen closet.

"Herm…" Harry said glancing at her.

"Yeah?" Hermione said as she struggled with a handful of towels.

"What happened with Percy?" Harry asked.

"Oh that," Hermione said. "I forgot you even asked about that…."

"Well," Harry began. "It's just…I mean I asked your daughter about it and she said she wasn't the one to tell me."

"Her father's taught her well," Hermione said sighing. "No one in the entire Weasley family will talk about it."

"Is it that bad?" Harry asked.

"They seem to think so," Hermione said. "I mean it's not good. Don't think that I'm in anyway trying to lessen the situation."

"Well what happened?" Harry asked inquisitively.

"Well," Hermione began. "It all happened…wow…it was a long time ago. I started to notice the signs right after we left Hogwarts. You know how Percy was, always trying to do the right thing. Well, when Fudge was still Minister of Magic, he didn't believe Voldemort was coming back. He was highly against all the advice that Dumbledore was giving him about making alliances and what not…"

"I remember that," Harry said. "Right after the entire thing with Barty Crotch Jr."

"Exactly," Hermione said. "Anyway, Percy was the first to side with the Ministry, although his entire family was against everything that it was doing. That was the beginning of the dissention between Percy and his family. Well, a little less than three years later, Voldemort came back full force and Fudge was forced to resign due to his…" She paused as if choosing her words carefully. "Incompetence. The entire wizarding world wanted his head on a pole for not taking precautions."

"Go figure," Harry said.

"Yeah," Hermione continued. "Well, when Fudge went down, most of his 'loyal staff' went with him. Including the head ass kisser himself…"

"Percy," Harry said nodding.

"Of course," Hermione said. "Percy spent all his time kissing ass to the wrong side. He worked so hard, only to loose it all in a matter of days."

"I can see his nervous breakdown now," Harry said grinning.

"You're not to far off," Hermione said seriously. "Afterwards, everyone in his family had the entire, 'told you so' attitude, which didn't make things any better for him. Then his father died. He basically started to go mad. "

"Seriously mad?" Harry asked.

"Well," Hermione said. "Percy's always been a bit off hasn't he? He just got weirder and weirder. He wanted power and he was trying his best to make up to the ones he had shunned before."

"So what happened?" Harry asked.

"They didn't want anything to do with him," Hermione said. "Of course not. I mean he was so in support for Fudge and his causes. He became more and more withdrawn over time. When I would go to visit Molly with Ron, he would always be there. There was something definitely eerie about it. Failure didn't agree with him. Eventually he left home and no one heard from him for awhile."

"Where'd he go?" Harry said.

"From what we were told, he went wandering around Diagon Alley in a strange matter," Hermione said. "Stumbled into Knockturn Alley one day and that's when things got bad."

"Why?" Harry said slowly. "You don't mean to tell me…"

"He met people," Hermione said shaking her head a little. "Bad people. People that were telling him exactly what he needed to hear. Telling him he could become great if he would only choose the dark side…"

"Percy…?" Harry said shocked. "He became a death eater?"

Hermione breathed in deeply. "From what we believe. I don't actually know if he got that far."

"Got that far?" Harry asked.

"They used him, Harry," Hermione said slowly. "They used him as bait."

"Bait?" Harry said wide eyed.

"It's a big part of history," Hermione said. "Our side found out the where bouts of a dark side camp. However, it's almost as if they knew we were coming. A huge confrontation ensued and our side came out victorious. They killed all their advisories that day."

"So?" Harry said.

"All the people we killed that day," Hermione said. "Well they were all out there as bait. There was only about twenty of them out there and there were hundreds of us. Voldemort had promised to send in back up…but he never did."

"That was stupid of him," Harry said.

"It was strategy," Hermione said. "As we were celebrating a victory, he got two of our camps ambushed elsewhere. He had planned to sacrifice all those people on his side, just to distract us."

"And Percy?" Harry asked.

"He was one of them." Hermione said solemnly. "It's really horrible. He really was brilliant. Just troubled…"

"That's so twisted…" Harry said. "Voldemort would do that to his own supporters…"

"Or people he just recently acquired," Hermione said. "He found them to be expendable."

"What a sicko," Harry said.

"Don't we know," Hermione said sighing. "They released the names of those killed there. Of course, Molly was devastated. Bill, Fred, George, and Ron all refused to speak of it. Felt he brought shame to the entire family. Charile and Ginny were angry, but they still saw Percy as their brother and were devastated at the same time. They were the only two to go to the funeral. I mean you know that Fred, George, and Ron were never on great terms with Percy to begin with. This just pushed them over the edge. As far as Ron's concerned, he doesn't have a fifth brother."

"That's sad," Harry said distantly.

"I thought so," Hermione said. "He also…frequently…reminds me that Percy was a Head Boy, and look where that got him."

"That has nothing to do with it," Harry said picking up the towel.

"I know," Hermione said. "Trust me I know. I told Liz the truth one day after she came home and asked me why she found the name Percy Weasley on a plaque of past Head Boys. She had never heard of her Uncle Percy. Ron found out and told her to never speak of it again. I told her not to around any of her uncles. Conner and Aiden still have no idea."

"Of all the people," Harry said. "I would have never thought that Percy…"

"None of us did," Hermione said. "We were all shocked…"

"I'm going to go take a shower," Harry said.

"I'll go find you something to eat," Hermione said leaving the room. "Oh here. I've found some of James' old clothes for you. He's only a bit taller than you, so his old slacks should fit."

"Thanks," Harry said as he went into the bathroom and took a nice long shower. After about twenty minutes he got out, toweled off, and wrapped the towel around his waist. He stopped and looked at himself in the mirror. He was almost surprised to see himself looking so young. He got dressed and made his way downstairs to where he found Hermione and Ron in the kitchen.

"Morning sunshine," Ron said as he flipped through the day's Daily Prophet.

"Hey," Harry said grinning as he sat down. Hermione came and placed a plate of bacon and eggs in front of him.

"So you thinking about coming up to Kings Cross with me?" Ron said nonchalantly.

"Why not," Harry said shrugging. "It's not like I have anything better to do."

"Good," Hermione said. "I need sometime to straighten up this place before the kids get back."

"I don't know why you straighten up," Ron said folding the newspaper. "They only mess it up anyway."

"Can't blame me for trying," Hermione said. "When are you planning on leaving?"

"We can head down there once Harry's done," Ron said taking a sip of his coffee.

"So you like coffee now?" Harry said watching Ron.

"Not really," Ron said shrugging and making a face. "Nothing else seems to get me up in the morning though. So I suffer with the taste."

"You never were a morning person," Harry said taking his last bite of toast.

"You ready?" Ron said standing up.

"As I'll ever be," Harry said following suit.

"Here," Hermione said tossing Harry a hat. "Just so people won't question you too much. It's one thing that people think you're James when he's not around, but it'll get a bit confusing once you both are standing there together."

"Thanks," Harry said putting the hat on. He followed Ron outside and started laughing hysterically. "Is that what I think it is?"

"Not the same one," Ron said smiling as he stood next to his blue Ford Anglia. "But similar. What can I say! I saw it one day a few years ago and I couldn't resist."

"How often do you use it?" Harry asked.

"Not too often," Ron said looking at the car. "Whenever we do muggle stuff like visit Hermione's parents or when I take the boys to school."

"Well then," Harry said getting into the car. "I don't know how much I actually trust you driving though, Ron. Last time you were behind the wheel, I recall something about a Whomping Willow?"

"Ahh," Ron said grinning. "I've gotten better since then. I mainly keep it on the ground nowadays. Pity really. I love this car though." He paused and looked a little nostalgic. "If only because it reminds me of my dad."

Harry smiled. "Well, lets see what you can do!"

Harry and Ron spent the drive reminiscing about their time at Hogwarts. What seemed like distant memories to Ron were all recent events in Harry's life. It was really quite surreal. After about and hour and half, they pulled in front of Kings Cross Station.

"Right on time," Ron said hopping out of the car. "You coming in?"

"Should I?" Harry asked.

"Sure," Ron said.

"Ok," Harry said slowly as he got out of the car. "I think I'll just hang back and observe though. I don't really feel like talking." He glanced around, but only noticed strange and unfamiliar faces, or so he thought.

"Ron!" came a voice from inside the building.

"Hey Fred!" Ron said waving at his older brother who was walking out of the building, followed closely by a tall, dark haired young man.

"How you been?" Fred said coming up and hugging his brother. He didn't seem to notice Harry even standing there, which Harry didn't mind as he stepped back. "How's Hermione?"

"Busy and good," Ron said as he pushed his hands into his pockets. "Hey there Freddy, how are you?"

"Good," said the dark haired guy that was standing next to Fred. "Just thought I'd help dad come and pick up the rug rats." Harry looked him up and down. He was obviously Fred's son, but he couldn't have looked any different from Fred if he tried. He was in his early twenties with dark hair, brown eyes, and olive skin. He was as tall as Ron and very handsome, but looked nothing like a Weasley.

"How's your mother?" Ron said as he walked into the building with them. Harry quietly followed behind, trying to go unnoticed.

"She's been a bit ill," Freddy said sighing. "Nothing too serious, but she's been in bed for the past few days."

"I'm sorry to hear that," Ron said. "Send Angelina my best."

"Will do," Fred said grinning. "Have you spoken to mum lately?"

"About a week ago," Ron said. "Why?"

"Nothing," Fred said a bit distracted. "Ginny called round the other day saying that mum's been a bit down and out."

"I've been so busy lately," Ron said. "I've barely even talked to anyone."

"Yeah," Fred said eyeing Ron, who was good five or six inches taller than he was. "We've noticed. Why just the other day, Ginny and I were talking about how we never hear from out big bad banker brothers. Now Bill, he's understandable since he's big man on the totem pole, but you…come on Ickle Ronnie, what's your excuse?"

Ron made a face at Fred that made Harry laugh. He couldn't tell if it was because Fred had called him by his hated childhood pet name, or because he was trying to deliberately get a rise out of him. "I've been busy," Ron said. "Sorry, but not all of us can own joke shops and spend our days acting thirty years younger than we are."

"Pity isn't it?" Fred said grinning widely. "Well just don't become a recluse like my twin. Ever since he's gotten married it's been almost impossible to get him to focus."

"Still?" Ron said laughing.

"He's like a sixteen year old boy in love for the first time," Fred said rolling his eyes. "They're going on holiday…again! They're going to Rome next weekend, leaving me in charge of things…again! Keeps telling me it's the honeymoon period. Last time I checked you didn't go on twelve honeymoons."

"Well," Ron said. "It's about time he's happy and content. Took him long enough. You're right though. Hermione called a few weeks back to invite him and Maggie over for dinner. I believe he had to schedule us in several weeks down the road."

"I dare him to give me any of that crap," Fred said. "Next thing you know, Mags will be pregnant and he'll need to take a holiday because the baby kicked. Mind you, I've had four children and still maintained my fine business attitude."

"Fred," Ron said giving him a look. "You own a joke shop and spend your time wearing a giant chicken hat…"

"Very successful joke shops," Fred said matter of factly. "Don't you start! Hey, how are the boys? You haven't brought them around in ages."

"You know how Hermione fears them going in that store," Ron said smiling as he walked through the barrier. "Last time I believe they came home and turned Liz into a canary…"

"Oh Hermione should have known better than to let Liz eat our canary creams!" Fred said laughing. "We pulled the same thing on her when she was younger. Oh did she get mad…."

"So," Ron said. "Since then, she's limited the boys visits to two per year."

"Well then," Fred said as the Hogwarts Express pulled in. "I'll have to send my favorite nephews some presents! You know twins need to stick together."

"Knowing some of the things in your shop," Ron said laughing a little as kids started to appear off the train. "I wouldn't be surprised if they actually did stick together. Although it would make it easier to keep track of them."

"Dad, dad!" said two kids who came up to hug Fred. One a girl, with long, dark hair and light skin. The other, a boy who resembled Freddy a great deal with his dark hair and eyes, and olive skin.

"Hey there!" Fred said smiling as he watched his kids hug their older brother. "Say hi to Uncle Ron."

"Hi Uncle Ron," the two kids said in unison.

"Hey Jeff," Ron said grinning. "Hey Linda. Have a good year?"

"For the most part," Jeffery said shifting. "Ready to go home though."

"In time," Fred said. "Calm down."

"Well," came a female voice who approached. "Look at this party."

"Hey!" Ron said surprised as he hugged his daughter. "Look at you creeping up on me."

"You miss me?" Liz said smiling.

"Of course sweety," Ron said as he watched his daughter hug Fred and her cousin Freddy. "Wait…what'd you do to your hair?"

"I was wondering how long it would take you to notice," Liz said as she ran her hand though her now straight red hair. "It's just a spell. I just wanted to see what it would look like straight."

"Kids nowadays," Fred said shaking his head. "Getting tattoos, doing drugs, straightening their hair!"

Liz smiled. "Do you like it dad?"

"Of course," Ron said smiling. "Your mum will be surprised."

"I think she'll be more shocked when she sees James's hair," Liz said grinning slyly.

"He hair was already straight," Fred said looking at Liz. "What'd he do, make it straighter?"

"Actually," said a voice from behind Fred. "He shaved most of it off." They all turned to see James standing there with considerably shorter hair.

"I can see that," Ron said as he looked at James skeptically. "What did you do?"

"Well, I didn't do it," James said as he glanced at Mike who was standing next to him smiling. "My roommate Paul Gleason did it."

"Hmm…" Fred said. "I don't remember sitting around the common room doing that. Good show though James. I like it."

"Thanks," James said smiling cheekily.

"Hermione's going to kill you," Ron said laughing. "You're old enough to do what you want though James. "

"I know," James said as he rubbed nose. "Are we taking Mike back?"

"Yeah," Ron said looking at Mike. "Your mum had to work."

"I figured," Mike said. "She's a workaholic."

"Hey," Fred said looking at something over Liz shoulder. "Is that…well hell it is! Oliver Wood! I haven't seen him in ages. I should go get his autograph."

James and Liz both looked at each other and made faces, while Mike took a quick step behind Freddy, almost as if he was hiding.

"Mike," Ron said trying to catch Mike's eye. "Are you planning on going over and saying…"

"Fred?" came a male voice. "Or is it George?"

"Fred," Fred said grinning. "If it isn't the one and only Oliver Wood. How you been?"

"Great," Oliver said flashing his ever famous, magazine cover smile. Harry couldn't help but notice that he looked the exact same from when he was younger, only more mature and aged. He was a handsome man, and Harry could see why he would have legions of female fans. With him were two boys, one in his late teens, and the other in his early twenties, but both identical clones of Oliver. He also had a girl with him, who looked older than one of the boys, but younger than the other. She too looked just like her father, but Harry couldn't help but think she was extremely attractive.

"Oh this is three quarters of my children," Fred said pointing to his kids. "Fred, Jeff, and Linda."

"You and Angelina still going strong?" Oliver asked as he shook Fred Jr.'s hand.

"As ever," Fred said beaming. "And you remember my brother Ron?"

"Yes," Oliver said smiling cordially. "Nice to see you. This must be your daughter. I can tell with the hair and all."

"Yeah," Ron said looking at Liz who wasn't smiling at all towards Oliver. "This is Liz, and that's James Potter…"

"Oh," Oliver said suddenly looking James up and down. "I've always wanted to meet you…"

"We have met," James said very acidly. "Several times in fact. I just never fully introduced myself."

"We have?" Oliver said a little shocked. "When…?"

"Hey…" Mike said stepping out in front of his father.

"Michael!" Oliver said shocked. "What were you doing back there? How are you?"

"Fine," Mike said shortly. "And yourself?"

"All right," Oliver said oblivious to the awkwardness and turning back to James. "You're Mike's friend that has come over a few times. I can't believe I never noticed."

"You're a busy man," James said coldly.

"Right," Oliver said turning towards his kids. "Oh let me introduce you, Fred. This is Andrew, Diana, and Daniel. Daniel was head boy and just finished his seventh year." He turned and smiled to the group. "The last one is finally done."

"Mike still has another year left," Liz said very bitterly while glaring at Oliver.

"Oh," Oliver said obviously embarrassed. "You're absolutely right. My mistake." He smiled to Mike. "I've still got one more to go. Anyway, we've best be on our way. It was lovely to see you all. Michael, I'll see you soon. Send your mother my regards."

"Bye," Fred said a little confused, while Mike forced a smile towards his dad. "What was that about?"

"Nothing," Ron said. "We'd better go." He gave Liz and James a look. "These two rays of sunshine probably want to get back."

"I can't help the fact that he's a bugger!" Liz said as James nodded.

"Ok," Ron said grinning up at Fred. "I'll give you a call sometime later. We'll have to get the families together."

"Definitely," Fred said. "We need to go find Thomas and Abby. I told Ginny I'd bring them home. So I'll see you all later."

"Bye Uncle Fred," Liz said as she watched him and his family disappeared.

"Real cute there," Ron said looking at the three of them. "Now where did Harry go?"

"He's here?" James asked.

"Yes," Ron said. "Is that a problem?"

"No," James said shrugging. "Come on Mike, let's go get a trolley and get our trunks. I'll get yours too, Liz."

"Thanks," Liz said as she watched them leave.

"How's he been?" Ron said to Liz.

"Better," Liz said. "We had a long talk. I think he's come to terms a little."

"Hey," Harry said walking up.

"Hey," Ron said. "I'm really sorry about all that…"

"Don't worry," Harry said smiling. "All I wanted to do was observe, and that's exactly what I did. Hey Liz."

"Hi Harry," Liz said smiling.

"I can't believe how much…" Harry began to say before he was suddenly interrupted.

"Well, well, well," said a menacing voice. "If it isn't Ron Weasley, and…" He paused and laughed. "That must be little James Potter. It's been awhile since I've seen you…"

All three of them turned to see who was speaking, and they were shocked when they did. Standing there dressed in black from head to toe, was Draco Malfoy…"

A/N: There I go ending it with Malfoy again…!! Sigh…….!