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Carpe DiemArabella Figg was never one to lose her composure, other than impatience. She was almost always impatient. Which was one of the reasons she always got away with whatever pranks she might have played. So of course, when a strange boy from the future that looks almost exactly like her friend James Potter announces his name to be Harry Potter, its only natural to assume she would remain perfectly calm, right? Wrong. The thought of James—immature, irresponsible James—with a kid, was nearly unthinkable. Which made no sense; if it were unthinkable it wouldn't be a thought. Obviously. Right. Back on track Bell. She snapped her jaw shut.
Looking around, she noticed that she wasn't the only one to have these thoughts. James himself was looking at the boy strangely, as was Lily. Remus seemed to be contemplating something and Sirius seemed torn between amusement and shock. Peter hadn't made the connection. They stood in silence for a moment, the 'future people', as Bella had decided to call them, shifting awkwardly. Except the Malfoy boy. Malfoys don't do awkward. A few minutes later, the silence was broken by a gasp from Peter.
"Does that mean your related to James?" he asked excitedly, obviously thinking he was the first one to figure it out.
"No, Peter. We're standing here because he's related to Elvis." Arabella really didn't like Peter. Almost as much as she really didn't like Sirius. She wasn't sure why though. Maybe it was because he was always following James, Remus and Sirius around like a puppy. Though if truth be told, she didn't really know why she didn't like Sirius either.
Peter looked very confused at this point. "Who?"
"Don't be a prat Peter. Of course he's related to James. They could practically be twins."
"Then who's Elvis?"
Arabella groaned inwardly, elbowing Sirius who was snickering behind her, and said through clenched teeth, "Never mind, Peter." She turned her attention back to the 'future people'. Harry, Ron, and Hermione were glaring at Peter.
"So what are you? His son? Grandson?" Sirius asked.
Harry shot a nervous glance to Hermione, and she gave him a resigned look. He was about to answer, when Remus interrupted.
"No. Don't tell us. We shouldn't know anything about the future." Lily nodded in reluctant agreement, and Arabella was inclined to agree. She was curious, but Remus was right. Out of all the Marauders, she had always liked Remus the best.
"Maybe we should take them to Dumbledore," Lily suggested.
The others agreed, and the group started towards the gargoyle that concealed the headmaster's office.
When they arrived, Lily inquired, "Anyone know the password?"
"Lil! Your Head-girl! You're supposed to know the password!" James exclaimed.
"Well I forgot. It's not like I ever have to come here. You'd think you would know the password. You're here often enough." James groaned in response.
"It's a candy," said Harry. "It's always a candy."
James glanced at him sideways while the others named candies. "Do you get in trouble a lot Harry?"
Harry grinned. "Not Marauder trouble." Sirius and James laughed.
"Is there any other kind of trouble?" This time Harry's smile was sad.
"The kind that finds you."
Out of exasperation, Arabella said, "MARS BARS," rather loudly and the gargoyle leapt aside.
"Mars Bars? What was he thinking?" Lily asked the air.
They trooped up the stairs, and Remus knocked on the door. Upon hearing a call of "Come in" he pushed it open and led the way into the room. Sitting behind a rather messy desk was an old man with silver hair and beard, nearly long enough to tuck into his belt. Bright blue eyes sparkled knowingly behind half-moon spectacles that sat on a rather crooked nose.
"Please, sit down." He gestured to the chairs in front of the desk and conjured a few more for them to sit in. If he noticed that five of them weren't his students, he didn't mention it. "What can I help you with?"
The five exchanged glances, and Hermoine began explaining what happened, from the broken time-turner, to when they arrived in his office, although she left out a good deal. She seemed eager to let him know they hadn't meant to break any rules. When she was done, the old man nodded thoughtfully.
"I think— I think you should attend classes with the other students. You'll be put into the Houses you were in, in your own time. You'll attend classes until we can find a way to send you home. You'll have to change your names though. Mr. Weasley, Miss Weasley, your last name can be Wesley. Mr. Malfoy, your last name can be…Malloy. Miss Granger, as you are Muggle-born, your name can remain the same, as can yours Mr. Potter. No one will believe you aren't related to our Mr. Potter. But you'll have to pretend to be his cousin. Now, you can all go back to your common rooms. I'll have beds brought up. Mr. Malloy, wait here, I'll have your head of house escort you to your common room."
Draco nodded and the rest of the group left, headed towards the Gryffindor dormitories.