It was eerie being in the castle while it lacked its usual student enthusiasm-it was quiet. Too quiet. Even Peeves wasn't around, preparing last minute pranks to pull on first years. Not a teacher was seen, nor any ghosts. In fact, most portraits weren't even in their own frames. Frieda looked around her, judging whether or not this school was worth going to. Harry seemed to read her thoughts.

"Don't worry-it's only like this 'cause nobody's around."

"Mmmm."

Harry could have made his way to Dumbledore's office blindfolded. Now it was only a matter of getting the right password.

"It's got to be some sort of sweet," said Ron. Since Ron was the only wizard out of the four who actually knew much about the wizarding society, he started naming as many sweets as he could think of.

"Did you try fizzing whizbees?" asked Harry.

"Yeah. Cockroach clusters?" The stone gargoyle seemed to be taunting them. Finally, Hermione had enough. She didn't normally lose her cool, but this was just ridiculous.

"You stupid gargoyle!" She aimed a kick at the gargoyle's body, but missed, since it sprang away, leaving a staircase.

"Bloody hell, Hermione!" exclaimed Ron.

"What kind of password is that?" asked Frieda haughtily.

"Trust Dumbledore to come up with something as dumb," commented Harry.

"Harry!" exclaimed Hermione in shock.

"The truth hurts dude," said Frieda. Hermione pressed her lips together before rapping on the wooden door.

"Come in, come in-I wasn't expecting you so soon," said Dumbledore loudly. Hermione pushed open the door. Clearly Dumbledore had mistaken them for somebody else. The four stepped into the office, shutting the door behind them. Dumbledore looked surprised.

"You four are certainly not Minerva McGonagall," he said slowly.

"Er, professor?"

"Yes, Miss?"

"Granger."

"Miss Granger? What may I ask are you four doing here?"

"See, that's just it-we're time travelers."

"Time travelers?!"

"Yes sir."

"And how is it that you travel more than a few hours?"

"Care to enlighten us, Frieda?" said Ron. Frieda rolled her eyes before explaining to Dumbledore about their circumstance, and her 'special' power.

"...and so that's how we got here. We're just wondering if we could stay for the year? And before you say no, we can go b-forwards, anytime, but even if you do say no, I won't go," said Frieda firmly. "And besides, I want to meet my parents."

"Me too," Harry added hastily.

"Well, Miss McKinley, I daresay that I cannot force you to do any such thing. Although I don't believe that it is wise for you to stay here. These are dark times as you may already know."

"That's okay," said Ron brightly, "Harry already got away from Voldemort seven times and deflected the Avada once." Hermione stepped on Ron's foot.

"Ow!"

"You twit! He isn't supposed to know that!"

"Not to worry, Miss Granger. I shall obliviate myself of such knowledge," said Dumbledore as he pointed his wand at his head. "Obliviate!" The memory wiped clean.

"What were you saying Mr. Weasley?" The four teenagers exchanged glances.

"Oh, er, we already know that these are dark times, sir."

"We won't get into any trouble, sir. But what if we got rid of Voldemort here by killing him? Would that change the future for the worst?" asked Harry. Dumbledore put some considerable thought into this.

"No. Things would be better, but you risk not knowing your friends here, and you risk having some people unborn. Do what your heart tells you, Mr. Potter, but take heed. Do not play the hero in this time. Things can be catastrophic. Despite threats, do take action." The teenagers stared at Dumbledore.

"How can I take action by not being a hero?"

"Many would rather the world be saved from terrible fate and die, over living in darkness, Mr. Potter," said Dumbledore quietly. But with sudden cheerfulness, he said, "Now then-I shall let Minerva know about your circumstances. No telling anything, is this clear? You shall have to be sorted once more. And Miss McKinley, please hold your temper-I know that it is difficult, but I cannot allow any of my students popping in and out of the past, present, future and never has." Frieda scowled but nodded her head in agreement.

"Excellent. Now, as for your names, Mr. Potter can go as Mr. McGuire. Miss Granger can stay as herself. Mr. Weasley can go as Mr. Gates, and Miss McKinley can go as Miss"

"Wynn."

"Miss Wynn it is. Now give this envelope to professor McGonagall. Tell her to come up into my office. You may wait in the Great Hall."

"Yes sir."

"Now off you go. And no power usages, Miss Wynn!"

"Whatever."