A/N: I don't think I'll be updating very often, at least until first semester is over...yeah...

Disclaimer:Been here done it. Not mine.

"Ginny! We're supposed to be in Quidditch practice right now! Why are you dragging me away from the field? The whole team is there!" Harry whined.

"First, the whole team is NOT there. I'm not there and neither are you, that makes 2 of 7 players who are there. Besides Ron is waiting for us, that makes 3 out of seven who aren't there." Ginny said, sharply. She had a strong grip around his wrist. She was leading, dragging a very reluctant Harry along behind her, who still held onto his firebolt. As the seeker, he felt obligated to be at every practice on time, which was why he was putting up such a fuss about leaving. Otherwise, he was ok with it. Exhaustion was setting in.

"But Angelina's going to yell at me!" Harry said, nervously.

"Yeah, so? She'll yell at me too. This is more important." Ginny said crossly, still dragging him. Finally they were in front of Dumbledore's office.

"Ginny! Why are we doing going to Dumbledore's office? I didn't do anything!" Harry said, sounding surprised. Ginny found it easier to pull Harry now that he was surprised, rather than stubborn and irritated. She quickly pulled him up the stairs into the office of Dumbledore, where Ron and Hermione were waiting.

"Ron? Hermione? Oh. Right. I get it now. This has to do with Fred and George, doesn't it?" Harry smiled. "Thanks for telling me Ginny." Sarcasm dripped off his tongue. With a slight noise from the back of his throat, Dumbledore caught everyone's attention. Harry jumped. He hadn't even realized that Professor Dumbledore was there. "Oh, Hi Professor Dumbledore."

"My memory is telling me that we found a way to get Fred and George back to the present time. I believe that all we have to do is wait. Now, they have broken into the ministry and they will use an instrument there to be able to return-oh. Hello." Dumbledore seemed to be looking directly at him. Harry frowned. He had been there the whole time, had Professor Dumbledore finally fallen off the deep end?

"It worked Professor! We're finally back!" An excited voice said from behind him. Harry twisted around in his chair, to find himself looking up at a very familiar looking red-head.

"Fred! Or George! Whichever one you are!" Harry yelped. "You gave me a fright!" Standing, he hugged Fred-or was it George-briefly. He stood back and noticed that the other was standing in the background holding onto a girl. Harry frowned. He walked towards him. "Hello, George." He could tell it was George because his eyebrows were darker than Fred's by a shade. "Who is this?" He asked, gravely. Everyone else didn't seem to notice the extra person.

"Come on, before anyone notices. Fred's doing this on purpose. He figured you would be the first to notice. The three of them slipped out of the room. The girl still hadn't said anything. "Do you know anywhere we can go?" George asked.

"Erm, I think there's a room called the Room of Requirement. I believe it's easy enough to get into." Harry said, looking curiously at the girl, who, now that he could see her in the light, looked to be about George's age and very shell-shocked. "Come on, I'll show you it." Just then he realized how odd it would look for a weasley twin, who had been known to be gone from the premises and a new girl to be walking through the hallway with the Harry Potter. Sighing, he flicked his wand and said clearly "Accio Invisibility Cloak!"

George gaped at him. "You have an invisibility cloak! How come you never told us! It would have been so useful."

Harry set his jaw. "That reaction. I usually only use it for emergencies. Like now." Soon, his cloak came zooming through the hall. He caught it deftly and threw it to George and the girl. They slipped it on. Assuming they were following him, he walked swiftly towards the staircase and jogged up it. He could here footsteps behind him so he assumed it was the two of them. Slowing his pace, he muttered out of the side of his mouth "Don't make so much noise. People will hear it." He turned the corner into the hallway and walked past where the door to the room of requirement was and walked past it, once...twice...thrice. There! There it was. He hurried over and opened the door. Holding the door, he heard a slight scuffling noise and a slight wind go past him. He shut the door and turned to face George and the stranger. "You do realize that you probably did not escape the notice of Dumbledore, he just let you go?" He said.

"Urm..hadn't thought of that, but yeah, makes sense." George said, more seriously than normal. "I guess I should tell you who this is, maybe help her understand where she is, or should I say when." His grip on her hand tightened slightly as he said this, and she jumped.

"Oh. Ok." Harry said. He couldn't think of anything else to do.

"This is Anastasie. We met her while at the Ministry of Magic. She's French. She doesn't speak much English, which might help explain her silence. Then again, wouldn't you be silent after being transported to the future?"

"Erm..yeah. Hi Anastasie, I'm Harry Potter." He stuck out his hand. Anastasie looked at him, shaking slightly. "I'm nothing to be afraid of." He smiled, in a way that he thought was encouraging. Instead, Anastasie stared at him, looking rather frightened.

"Il a les yeux de Lily! Les Yeux de Lily, mais il dit que son nom de famille est Potter! Ce n'est pas possible!" she said, while pointing at him, finger you repeat that in English?" Harry asked.

"I think...eyes?..oui..de Lily..you know de qui I speak?" She said, rather calmly, after her outburst.

"Eyes? My eyes are like Lily's? Yes, I've been told that..She is after all my mother.." Harry didn't find it prudent to mention that his mother was dead. If this girl knew Lily than coming to a time where Lily was dead would no doubt be very difficult. He sighed. "Why did you bring her with you, George?"

"Well, that's a long story. I suppose I have to tell it to you, of course. How much has Professor Dumbledore told you-at least before we appeared?" George asked, seating himself, and pulling Anastasie down with him, so that she was seated next to him.

"Not much, just that you had to steal something from the Ministry.." Harry trailed off.

"Ok. Well, we met with Professor Dumbledore, back then, and he only hinted at what we were supposed to do, but he managed to convey the work we had to do. Anyways, we went right back to the dormitories and planned it all out with..oh this is strange..your father. Anyways, they helped us plan this elaborate scheme. We had to break into the Ministry of Magic. We used a portkey that we happened to find lying around. It took us a while to find the entrance because Fred and I have only been there once and it was in this time. Eventually, we found it. Apparently, the 'misplaced'-"at this he grinned slightly and shrugged-"portkey led us to right in front of the entrance. Everything just looks different at that point. Anyways, so we got down there and there was no one in the lobby, you know what I'm talking about? The one with the statues?" Harry nodded. He had been there once, and only once with Mr. Weasley.

"So anyways, we're standing there, and suddenly, who do we run into but-" Suddenly the door to the Room of Requirement opened.

A/N:hahahaha. Yeah..I didn't know where to go with this..Forgive me? Please?