A/N: To answer a question from a reviewer: Harry and Ginny have 7 kids-James Janus (JJ) 15 boy, Winifred Lily (Wren) 15girl, Sirius Taggart (Sy) 15 boy, Cedric Arthur (Ced) 14 boy, Remus Rubeus (Remi) 14 boy, Apollo Liam (Pol) 11 boy, Prewett Emerald (Pru) 11 girl. Ron and Hermione have two children-Etta Laurie 15 girl, and Thomas Owen (Tommy) 11 boy. George and Katie also have two-George Jr. and Lee Jordan both 16 boys. Fred and Angelina have four- Fred Jr. 16 boy, twins Daniel Michael (Danny) and Donovan Mitchell both 15 boy, and finally Holt Garrison 14 boy. Percy and Penelope have the most next to Harry and Ginny, with five boys- Ivan Paul 19, Kale Everest 18, Bartimeus Howard (Bart) 17, Victor Dorian (Vic) 15, and Matthew Percival (Matt) 14. Charlie and Tonks have 3 kids-Charlie Jr. (CJ) 19 boy, and twins Benjamin Colin (Ben) and Christopher Brandon (Chris) 16 boy. Finally, Bill and Fleur have three boys-Louis March 18, Trenton Samuel (Trent) 17, and Roland Maximillion (Ro) 15. I leave this as a guide for future chapters.

Dear Diary,

I am tired of being a Potter. My cousins Etta (the only girl in the family other than myself and Pru), and Ro are really my only friends. I'll turn sixteen in four months. Maybe then my life will become interesting. Dad's been having meetings all month, and Professor McGonagall has been taking his duties as Head of the school. Something weird is going on.

"Pat! Give it back or I'll break your neck!"

I sighed frustrated as Pol tried in vain to get his quill from 16-year-old Patrick Longbottom. Pat was kind of cute, but Pol was my brother.

"Accio Quill!" I commanded. The pen flew to me.

Pat turned and stared at me in surprise. "A fifth year shouldn't be able to do accio."

"So?" I shrugged. Dad had tried to teach all of us as much as we wanted to know. I didn't see the point in bragging about it, but I did wonder what Pat would say if he knew I could produce a Patronus also.

David, Pat's younger (by one year) brother, was looking at the daily prophet with Etta and Ro. "He's just jealous because he can't get it right yet."

"Shut up, Davie," Pat growled.

I had the good sense to remain silent as I handed Pol his quill. The Fat Lady's portrait opened and Mum and Professor McGonagall entered.

"Are you sure, Minerva?" I heard Mum whisper.

"I need the following students to come with me," our Head of House announced resolutely. "Patrick Longbottom, David Longbottom, Etta Weasley, and Winifred Potter."

We went immediately, curious as to what was happening. Mum and the professor eerily quiet as they lead us to Dad's office. After the password was given, we were ushered in to find the former Headmaster, Albus Dumbledore holding a photograph, and my dad at the desk, holding his head in his hands.

"Dad, what's wrong?" I asked, stepping toward him. He looked up and gave a start of surprise.

"It's hard to believe…" he murmured.

Dumbledore stood. "I trust you're wondering why you are here. We have come into information that can lead to the downfall of Voldemort."

"Sir, no disrespect," David said pointedly, "but Voldemort's dead."

"And now we know why. A picture."

He handed the photograph to Pat and we pressed in to see. It was the four of us, trying on the sorting hat, wearing the same clothes we were wearing at that moment.

"How did you get this photograph?" Etta asked.

"You suggested I take it, Miss Weasley. Nearly twenty-two years ago."

We all stared at him incredulously.

"That's impossible!" I cried. "We weren't alive then."

"You were sent back in time, to help us learn something that helped in the final battle," Dad informed us. "I've been trying to find some other way of doing it. I didn't want you going back into the mess we were in at that point."

"Where's JJ and Sy, or Ro in the picture?" I wanted to know.

"They didn't go," Mum said quietly.

I stared at Etta, dumfounded. Pat was the one who finally broke the tension.

"How long were we in that time?"

Mum and Dad looked at each other.

"All year," Dumbledore answered.

"All year?" we all shouted.

"I can't be away from JJ and Sy for a year. What are you going to tell them?"

 "Nothing," Dumbledore said flatly. "You will return to this point exactly, only you will have aged in that year. You will go back to the state you are in now. Your minds will be the only thing that retains your experiences from the past."

We stared nervously at the floor.

"I have to take the O.W.L's twice?" David groaned.

We couldn't help it. The four of us started laughing. I guess our nerves were wound a little tight. It was a lot to take in. It was the adventure I had been looking for, and I wanted to do it, but at the same time I would miss my family.

"You don't have to do this," Mum said, taking my hands. "None of you."

"Actually, Aunt Ginny," Etta whispered. "I think we do. We have to help…or we may not have a life to return to."

The heaviness of that sentence weighed on us. Mum began to cry.

"Gin," Dad breathed, coming around the desk and holding her.

Thoughts were flowing in and out of my head. "What if they figure out who we are, doesn't that change things now?"

Mum sniffed. "Well, there are rules. You can't tell your father who you are. We didn't tell them who you really were until this year. Pat, David, your mum knows, and Hermione knows. I knew, but I had forgotten at one point. Of course, I was having triplets at that point, so I wasn't thinking clearly."

"You were a little strange then," Dad commented.

"As for teachers, only the Headmaster and I knew," Professor McGonagall, who had been silent until that point, told us. "You were sent back before the O.W.L's, Mr. Longbottom."

Pat's face set determinedly. "Let's go, then. If we don't, we might not be here."

Dumbledore smiled. "Mr.'s Longbottom, your last name will be Oliver. Miss Weasley, you will be Etta Freeman. And Miss Potter, you will be Wren Hatter."

"No," I said, thinking of my brothers and my sister. "I'll be Wren Emerald."

"Wren, you can't change things," Etta protested.

"She isn't. I knew she would change that name because of her sister. She told me she did when I first met her. Are you all ready?"

As we nodded, the room began to blur and we saw a faint copy of ourselves in passing. I felt better knowing we would be going back, but I still felt apprehensive about what lie ahead for us.

The room refocused and yet looked different. A beautiful phoenix stared curiously at us from its perch and a slightly younger Headmaster Dumbledore sat at the desk frowning intensely at a scroll. He jumped slightly and gaped at us.

"Hello Headmaster," I smiled, feeling like I should take the lead. "I'm Wren, and we're here to help."