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"Are you sure this will work Albus?" Minerva asked full of worry as she followed him to the Room of Requirement.
"Yes, quite sure Minerva, now do stop fretting about. By the end of the day the Marauders and young Mr. Snape and Mr. Malfoy will be returned to their own time, with no memory of this encounter." Albus said with a small twinkle in his eyes as they walked by the portrait and into the room.
"I do hope your right. I do fear for the consequences that may come of this. Mr. Potter has become quite attached to his father and when he leaves, he'll know he'll never be coming back.
"Perhaps a memory spell on them may be sufficient enough then. I was hoping not to, but if it causes too much damage we will not have any choice."
"I understand Albus."
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"How long do you think they have?" Ginny asked curiously.
"I'm not sure Gin. Who knows what Professor Dumbledore may concur up. For all we know they could be sent home tonight."
"Any regrets?"
"I'm not sure yet."
Ginny sighed and blew a wisp of her red hair out of her face and stared at her best friend. "If you have any thought of snogging one of them you better do so soon before they are sent home."
"Ginny! Why on earth would you think of such a thing?" Hermione asked feeling her face turn bright red.
"Because it's true. Come on you already had Sirius kiss you, not you need the others."
"I hope you don't mean Peter."
Both girls shivered. "I'm worried about Harry."
"He'll take this harder then anyone else, but at least he met his dad."
"True." Ginny nodded as she saw a hint of red hair at the top of the stairs. "Don't look now but here comes that git of a brother of mine."
Hermione groaned covering her face with her hands. "Here we go."
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Draco sighed as he made his way around some armor and stayed close to the wall, wasn't much room as he squeezed by hoping not to be seen. He had heard Pansy's voice calling out for him as he made his afternoon rounds, making sure no one was doing any sort of magic in the corridors and such. "Drakie-poo!"
He cringed at that nickname, needless to say no matter how many times he told her how much he despised it she insisted on calling him it no matter what. He held his breath as she came closer and tried to think of something else. Strangely to him a brunette came to mind. He shook his head knowing he couldn't think of her but even as he thought of Quidditch she came into view as well.