A/N: Okay, I am keeping my promise!  :-D  I have to answer some reviews that stood out:

Loserlady- Thanks for keeping reading, and good point about Neville!  I realized like right after I finished the birthday chapters.  Then I just decided that Neville was born in the end of the month, which I think could be any of the last days.  So in this story, his birthday will be the 29th or 30th of July.  I'll try to mention it soon!

Wth- That wasn't very nice; about my first chapter.  It was the first thing I'd ever written, and I was completely improvising.  I did say that the chapters got longer, so if you don't like the length, don't read it.  I'm in all honors and AP classes, plus I have commitments to several teams, and I spend my 2 hours of free time every day writing this and resting.  Sorry you feel that way, though.

Thanks soooooo much for all of the nice reviews from everyone!  I got 13 that chapter!  So same goes for this chapter; if I get ten, then I'll update w/I 24 hours:-D

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Chapter 48:

            Lenore sighed very loudly.  "I never want to travel in time again!" she said sadly. 

            "Me neither.  What if we ever get stuck?" added Ginny, biting her lip nervously

.Harry frowned.  That was actually a very good point.  Could they get stuck?

            "We won't get stuck," said Draco in a falsely confident voice.  It then seemed

worried.  "I mean. we can't." 

            "So. anyone remember where to go?" asked Lenore, looking around.

            "Let's go straight to Gryffindor," said Harry, looking around him as well.  They

were near the Great Hall. 

            "Why not Slytherin or Ravenclaw?" asked Draco in a hurt voice.  He was the only one with no connection to Gryffindor, not being in his House. 

            Harry sighed impatiently and absently ruffled his hair as he saw Ginny looking at him.  "Malfoy. we all know that Slytherin turned not trustworthy at some point or another, no matter what you think.  For all we know. he could be with Acacia or something.  No, it is best that we go to Gryffindor, since we don't know the year or anything.  Plus, Lenore and I aren't purebloods, and Slytherin might not.. Appreciate that very much." 

            "Well put, Harry," said Lenore in her version of a British voice, smiling happily.  Ginny rolled her eyes.  Suddenly, Harry heard Lenore's voice inside his head.

            Someone's PMSing.

            Lenore, said Harry, that isn't too nice. she's having a bad day.

            Awww that is SO sweet!  I wish Draco would stick up for me like that.

            I'm sure he does, 'Nore.  With that, Lenore stayed out of Harry's head, grinning broadly at Draco. 

            "So," said Ginny, breaking the silence, "Let's go.  And Lenore and Harry. you guys are cousins. if you keep doing that, people will either figure out you're telepathic or assume the worst." 

            "Eeew!" said Lenore and Harry at the same time.  Ginny giggled. 

            "You can tell you're cousins," she said.  "You act like twins!"  Harry shrugged.

            "Whatever ya say, Gin," said Lenore, reverting back to her thick northern accent. 

            The four heirs made their way back to the Headmaster's tower, looking very out of place in the castle, which looked much different than it would in 1000 years.  When they had been walking for a few moments, classes suddenly let out.  Students poured out of the doorways, all of them giving very odd looks to the newcomers. 

            "Who are you?  I don't believe we have met before," said a boy, maybe a seventh year, coming up to Harry, Lenore, Ginny, and Draco. Harry then spotted a shiny Headboy's badge.  He was a seventh year, then.  He had a long, pointed face and had pale blonde hair, and he was wearing a Hufflepuff robe.  "My name is Cygnus Malfoy."  Harry fought the urge to snort at Draco's dumbfounded face.

            "Father said all Malfoys were Slytherins!" said Draco loudly.

            "Pardon?" said the boy, smiling. 

            "Y-You're a- a- Hufflepuff!"

            "And?"

            "Are you a pureblood?" demanded Draco of Cygnus, who looked very taken aback.

            "Not that it's any business of yours, but I was born to Muggles.  Who are you; all of you?"

            Ginny giggled.  "Drakie. we seem to have found where your line began!  Oooh, just wait until we tell everyone that Pureblood Maniac, obsessive Draco Malfoy has a spot on his flawless genealogy!  I suppose you aren't as inbred as we all thought."  Harry laughed out loud.  Lenore smiled at Draco, who looked shocked and disturbed. 

            "Draco, hon, she was kidding!  Relax!  It's not like any of us care or anything!"  Cygnus then cleared his throat impatiently. 

            "Is anybody going to say something or am I just going to be speaking to myself?" he asked impatiently.  Lenore scowled.

            "Calm down, kid.  Okay.  I'm Lenore Felkes, this is Harry Potter, this is Ginny Weasley, and this is Draco."  Lenore shot a glance at Harry and Draco.

            "Parkinson," finished Draco.  Cygnus raised his eyebrows, as Harry, Ginny, and Lenore glared at Draco, who shrugged.

            "It was the first thing I could think of!" he mouthed. 

            "Where are you from?" asked Cygnus skeptically. 

            "Uh." said Lenore.  "Um."

            Cygnus continued.  "It's just that, well, you talk rather differently, even from those three," he said to Lenore. 

            "Oh; I am originally from the United States."  She then gasped, bringing a hand to her mouth.

            "What is the United States?" asked Cygnus.

            "No place," said Harry.  "It's foreign.  Anyway, could you possibly tell us where we might find Godric Gryffindor or Amara."  Harry thought for a moment.  "Slytherin?" he guessed.  Cygnus surveyed Harry for a moment. 

            "Yes, I can.  Have you any relations to Sir Gryffindor?  You bear quite the resemblance. Art thou a suitor to Lady Amara?"  Harry almost laughed, and Lenore did. 

            "Er. no relations, and, no, I'm not a. suitor to Lady Amara.  We just really need to speak with Gryffindor."  Cygnus nodded. 

            "Follow me."  He then led them down several corridors, into a classroom, which, today, was vacant.  A dark-haired man was inside, bending over a piece of work.

            He looked up upon their arrival.  "Good day, Cygnus," he said, smiling.  "Is this about the grade you received on your essay the other day?  Oh, who are these young ladies and gentlemen?" 

            ""No, sir, I. er, realize the reason for my score.  But these people requested to speak with you."  Cygnus turned a light shade of pink while talking of his grade. 

            "Good day, then, Cygnus."

            "Good day, Professor," said Cygnus.  With that, he hurried out of the room, shutting the door firmly behind him.  Godric Gryffindor then turned to the others. 

            "Ah. how might I help you?"  He made eye contact which each Lenore, Ginny, and Draco, resting his eyes for a bit longer on Harry.

            "Sir," began Harry.  "Well, we have time traveled.  We are from 1997.  We go to Hogwarts.  And we don't exactly know how we got here.  But we've been getting warnings from the past for several months.  But we aren't sure of what to do.  I believe we arrived here once before, but only for a few minutes.  It was a few months ago for us, but for you. well, your son and Amara. they were five." 

            Gryffindor's eyes widened.  "Yes.  Yes, I remember it well.  It has been ten years, to the day, actually." 

            "Is Acacia gone?" asked Ginny softly.  Gryffindor frowned. 

            "They all left last year, to the day, actually.  They are fighting against us in the war.  All she wants is power.  She hasn't even any principles. She took the whole House with her.  They may never see their families again.  Acacia has brainwashed them.  She then burned the tower down.  We remembered you, when this happened, and we sent some warnings to the future, from what you told us."

            "Is Amara still here?" asked Lenore.

            "Salazar will not even hear the idea that she is not his daughter.  He refused to allow Acacia to take her.  So she remains, and she is a very strong force on our side of the war."

            "D-do you remember Merlin?" asked Draco suddenly.  Gryffindor frowned. 

            "Yes.  One of Acacia's.  He was always very bright, and I believe he was in love with Amara.  He and Llewellyn, my son, never did get along.  But I never thought Merlin would turn dark."

            "He won't," said Ginny suddenly. 

            "How do you know?" asked Gryffindor. 

            "He will be the strongest force on your side," whispered Lenore urgently.  "We're from the future; please just believe us.  And we have a letter, to Amara, from him."  Gryffindor nodded.

            "I will keep that in mind.  But I honestly do not know how I'm going to help you.  I will most likely be able to find a spell that will send you back, but it will likely take several days to find and be able to do.  It is extremely complex.  In the meanwhile, you four may stay in the school.  You needn't attend classes, unless you would like to.  I shall call Amara and Llewellyn.  They may show you around.  Good luck, with that foe. Voldemort, heir of Acacia."  Gryffindor then walked calmly to the fire. 

            "Rowena, excuse me dear, but can you please send Amara and Llewellyn?  Thank you."  He stepped out, and, a moment later, a beautiful girl stepped out of the fireplace.  She was Amara.  Her long raven curls fell gracefully over her shoulders.  She had ivory skin and was wearing several flowers in her dark hair.  Amara was tall, and her robe was long, white, and it made her look like an angel.  This is Voldemort's ancestor, thought Harry sadly.  Amara stepped out and smiled.  A moment later, a boy stepped out.  He was very tall and muscular.  His hair was black, and his skin was tan.  His eyes, however, were the palest blue imaginable.  He grinned; a grin that strongly resembled the grin of James Potter. 

            "Hello," said Amara shyly.  "I'm Amara Slytherin."

            "And I'm Llewellyn Gryffindor," said the boy politely.  Harry grinned.

            "I'm Harry Potter, this is Lenore Felkes, this is Ginny Weasley, and this is Draco Malfoy."  Amara frowned. 

            "Those names sound very familiar, though I am afraid I cannot place them."  Llewellyn nodded. 

            Godric Gryffindor smiled.  "They are from the future, but please don't spread it around.  Rumors spread faster than wildfires.  They were here once when you all were very young; only five.  Amara suddenly froze.

            "I. I remember.  But. Daddy promised that they shouldn't be visiting again.  Did they not spread dangerous ideas, Uncle?"

            "The ideas were my own, dear, and I deeply regret them.  Harry, Ginny, Lenore, and Draco are perfectly safe.  They will be leaving in several days, though." 

            "Oh," said Amara, twisting a curl around her finger.  She then smiled at Harry, and he felt his stomach dip.  She was really pretty. No, Harry.  You are going with Ginny.  This girl is 1000 years older than you.  And if you end up liking her, you could very well turn out to be Voldemort's Great-great-great-great-great-great-great Grandfather or something. No.

            Amara and Llewellyn started out the door.  Lenore, Draco, and Ginny followed him. 

            "Thank you, Sir," said Harry quietly before heading out the door.

            "Harry?"

            "Yes?" he asked, looking at Gryffindor. 

            "It's Godric."  Harry grinned, as Godric gazed down at his heir, on whom the world depended.

            "I am sorry I cannot help you more," he said.

            "Thanks," whispered Harry.

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            The Gryffindor Tower was in the same spot, though there was no Fat Lady.  Instead, unbelievably, it was Sir Cadogan.  When they reached the Portrait, Amara giggled. 

            "The knight is mentally ill.  Don't mind him."  Harry smiled. 

            "Believe me, we know."

            "Oh," laughed Llewellyn, "is he still there 1000 years ago?"

            "No, thank Merlin," said Ginny.  Tears suddenly sprang to Amara's eyes, and anger flashed in Llewellyn's, though Ginny didn't notice.  "But our portrait was attacked a few years ago and he took over for a few months. it was horrible.  New password every hour.  He literally could've gotten everyone killed, as he let in someone who was thought to be a mass murderer."  Suddenly Harry felt tears springing into his own eyes.  Oh, Sirius! 

            Amara then looked alarmed.  "Oh dear."  She turned to Llewellyn.  "He almost let in a mass murderer?  We shall inquire for Uncle Godric to get a new portrait.  The Fat Lady, on the fifth floor, was always very nice.  Perhaps she will take the job.  Ginny grinned at Harry.

            "Stand up and fight!" shouted Sir Cadogan suddenly.  "Milady, Good sir. these are not Bold and True Gryffindors. fight them!  Do not admit these thieves entrance!"

            "Shut up!" said Lenore loudly.  Amara grinned and said the password, which was 'We Shall not Forget.'  Odd choice. 

            They entered the Common Room, which literally was identical to the present-day room.  "Wow!" said Lenore.

            "What?' teased Llewellyn.  "A bit different than you remember?"  

            "No," said Lenore seriously.  "It's exactly the same."  

            "Then the world hasn't much advanced in 1000 years?" asked Amara, sounding disappointed.  

            "The Wizarding World, no," said Harry, ""But the Muggle World has come a very long way.  It's quite amazing, really."

            "Oh," said Amara.  "Are you Muggle-born, then?"  

            "No," said Harry.  "My Dad was a pureblood and my Mum was Muggle-Born.  But they died when I was a baby, and I was brought up in the Muggle World."

            "Oh, I'm sorry!" said Amara.  Harry shrugged.

            "'S'Okay."  The six teenagers made small talk for quite a while.  Then, after Draco accidentally said 'Merlin," Amara stopped.

            "Why do you keep saying that?" she asked quietly.  

            Harry shifted uncomfortably, but it didn't look as if any of the others were going to explain.  "Well. Merlin will end up being the greatest wizard, perhaps, of all time.  He'll be on your side of the war.  I. we, er found a letter, Amara, to you; from him."

            "What?" she asked quickly, her face suddenly shining with hope.  Harry grinned and pulled it out of his pocket.  

            "Here," he said.  Amara grabbed the letter and read it.  

            "Thank you," she whispered, and she hugged Harry with all her happiness.  

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A/N: You won't see much of the Founders or Amara in the rest of the story, though something VERY important will be revealed next chapter.  Just out of curiosity, is anybody actually reading my other story, the prequel?  Anyways, please ReViEw!!!!  Remember, if I get over ten, I'll update in 24 hours!  :-D  The rest of the story will focus more on Voldemort and Harry and Ron and Hermione, with more Harry/Ginny stuff.  The dreams from the past should finally stop:-D and the story will be more cannon.  It's almost Christmas in the story, and after that things will go by more quickly.  I'm estimating the story will be 70 chapters or less.  Thanks!  Review!!!

~**Jingles***