Ch. 3 -

Then they all walked into the Great Hall together a pretty red headed girl came smiling to them. Before she introduced herself, she said everyone must be starving!

This has GOT to be Mrs. Weasley.. Harry thought…

Sure enough..

"Hi! I'm Molly Williamson! All you guys must be new!" She grinned and met everyone and then introduced her boyfriend, Author Weasley.

They seem to fit, Ron thought, Mom sure is pretty, dad looks like a hard ass, where'd the muggle lover come from?

'Are you all muggles?'

There he is.. Ron chucked softly and responded to his 16 year old dad.

As Molly was leading them to Gryffindor table, and Ron and Draco watched their young fathers high-five each other and then sat around the table together, talking about the Quidditch match Friday.

As they sat down, Harry was introduced by Molly to everyone at the table. Boy can she talk.

"These boys here are the Marauders," she pointed to each boy and called their name.

"That there is Sirius, but bloody thumping hells he's not."

Sirius shook Harry's hand and smiled widely, "Welcome, yes I'm Sirius, other prefer to call me the Hogwarts man-slut, so either is acceptable to me."

Sirius was very attractive and scruffy. His dark hair was shaggy and rough, and the stubble on his chin made him look older and defined his cheek bones.

He smiled again and sat down as Molly continued.

"This is another of the gang, Remus Lupin, charming bloke."

Remus looked tired and worn out, but his appearance was definitely not lacking.He had clean cut hair like Lucius and his eyes were a pearly brown. It must have been full moon recently, Harry thought.

"And this is Peter Pettigrew." Peter merely nodded and turned away.

"Now there is one more, of them and of us, James Potter and Lilly Evans, where have they run off to?"

Molly was looking around right as the two strolled in holding hands.

"Where have you been? You missed the new crowd!" Sirius yelled to James.

James was the spitting image of Harry, except he had blue eyes and Harry had his, mother, Lilly's eyes.

Lilly and James introduced themselves to Harry and everyone was sitting now.

Ron, Ginny and Harry, Draco and Hermione, Lily and James, Author and Molly, and Cissa and Luke all sat the same table talking merrily with one another.

But Molly and Author are a year ahead of everyone and also head boy and girl, so they had to leave before lunch was over.

Dumbledore seemed to be back early so Harry and his gang all went o to his office and got the password from Molly.

"Hello there, may I enquire as to the occasion?" Dumbledore was confused and smiling at the same time under his half moon specs.

"Hello Professor Dumbledore sir, we are…well, from the future, we have a memory that belongs to you. Your future self took the memory of our discussion and wants you to view it in a pensive."

Harry answered.

"I see, and who is everyone?" he asked.

"Hello sir, I am Ronald Weasley and this is my sister Ginny, we are Molly Williamson and Author Weasley's kids."

Dumbledore chuckled a 'oh yes Molly and Author are perfect.'

"Hullo, sir, I am Draco Malfoy, I am son of Lucias Malfoy and Narcissa." He smiled mischievously at Dumbledore's twinkling eyes.

"Hullo, sir, I am Hermione Granger, and I am a muggle born, so you don't know my parents." But she politely shook his hand and Dumbledore gave her an encouraging smile.

"Hi sir, I am Harry Potter, son of James Potter and Lily Evans."

At this Dumbledore's smile turned to a grin and his grin to a mad chuckle.

"Well alright then, may I have my memory, I would very much like to see what happened in this, well whatever it was that happened."

Harry handed his Headmaster the vile and sat down as Dumbledore went over to his pensive and uncorked the small thing.

Then Dumbledore stuck his head in and was gone several minutes.

Then he immerged looking disgruntled.

"I look so old."

Everyone laughed and he did too.

"So what you are trying to tell me is that all of my future students have come back into the past to see their future parents and for young Mr. Potter here to murder my current biology teacher, Tom Riddle, who is consequently Voldermort when he gets much older?"

"Actually yes, Professor, you are correct." Harry nodded eagerly and the headmaster chuckled to himself again.

Ron whispered to Hermione and Draco, "Why does he keep chuckling? The man is absolutely mental!"

"Actually Mr. Weasley, I am not mental, I just find the current situation rather funny, but I like how it is going so far, Harry I will help you with Tom, and everyone else, we need to get you all sorted into houses and then you can start your term with everyone else tomorrow." Dumbledore was very merry as he led them out of his office and down to the Great Hall for the feast.

"Before the feast begins I would like to announce a few start of term notices that need to be addressed, first the forbidden forest if off limits to all students, the kitchens are not to be harassed, Marauders, and finally that we have some new students who will be attending their 6th year here. They have been transferred from St. Brutus's School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Finally, they will be sorted...ah… now." Dumbledore finished his speech and everyone was interested in these new students.

McGonagall stood with a parchment, a tattered old hat and a stool.

Even though they already had houses, Dumbledore informed them that because they are in the past, the world is different and they might be in different houses than they were in the future.

"Grayson, Hermione."

Hermione was sorted into Gryffindor again.

"Miller, Draco."

Draco was surprisingly in Gryffindor as well, and he liked it.

"Potts, Harry."

Harry was in Gryffindor, oooh shocker.

"Williamson, Ginevra."

Gryffindor.

"Williamson, Ronald."

RAVENCLAW!

The hat shouted and Ron stopped smiling. Why was he in Ravenclaw?

I'm not that smart! I am a Gryffindor! I am brave I am strong! I am bloody GOOD at Quidditch, why Ravenclaw!

Everyone was shocked, everyone was confused, but was their worry was drowned out by Ravenclaw's immediate acceptance of clapping and cheering and whistling.

Ron went to sit at the end of the table, but a pretty girl with waste length dark brown hair, and chocolate eyes ushered her over to him.

Ron sat with her and started to meet everyone, the girl he was ushered over by was none other than Daphney Brown.

Brown, Brown, holy shite! Its Lavender's mother! Damn she's gorgeous!

O well… Ron seemed adjusted already.