It took mere days for things to be arranged, and a strange sense of nervous excitement filled the house. They knew they were about to face danger and death, as well as attempting magic that was difficult and technically illegal, but at the same time they were also about to see old friends and have, if only for a few days, a part of their lives that had been unfairly taken.

The fact that they were getting one against Voldermort didn't hurt matters either.

Harry and the others had not been part of the planning and on the chosen day found themselves standing in a circle of rather unexpected people; Neville Longbottom, the Weasleys minus Percy, Snape, a woman they did know, Remus, Sirius, a caged Peter, a young girl of about fifteen with long dark hair who Harry believed to be a Slytherin, a woman from the order they believed to be called Hannah who had a small boy with her, a woman of about twenty, and Hermonine. Rosie, Harry and Dudley sat in the remaining three places.

"We shall explain the blood links" Dumbledore announced, "so that there are no unexpected surprises or confusion." They all nodded. "Very well, the original crossers, for lack of a better word were as follows; James and Julia Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Peter Petigrew, Lily and Petunia Evans, Alice Green, Frank Longbottom, Severus Snape, Molly Adams, Natalie Lesser, Hannah Williamson, and Arthur Weasley."

There was silence, then shouts. "Julia Potter," "Snape," "Who are these people?".

Dumbledore sighed. "Very well, further explanations are in order, I suppose. The students varied between sixth and seventh years at this point. Julia was James' sister, and has a daughter Lily Alice, who is here to represent her tonight. She unfortunately died years ago. You all know Sirius, James, Remus, Peter, Severus, Molly, Frank, Alice, Arthur, Lily and Petunia. Lily and James, of course, had Harry. Sirius and Petunia, Rosie, though Petunia also has Dudley. Natalie and Severus are married, and have a little girl Jessica. Hannah and Remus are married, with young James Sirius there."

Jaws hung open but Dumbledore merely took this as an opportunity to walk to the centre of the circle and swirl his hands over a large red urn standing there, carefully pouring in various potions that brought up multi-coloured, foul-smelling mist. "Right hands out please, palms up" he asked, and they all complied numbly. He carefully and painlessly took a small amount of blood from each of them, which he poured into the urn before reciting Latin words too fast for them to catch much more than the odd word, but Harry was certain he heard "tempus" muttered many times.

They held hands on his orders, and he quickly joined the circle between Ginny and Rosie. There was a strange pulling sensation tugging at their shoulders, and then the room was gone and they instead were travelling. They still sat in their perfect circle, hands held, but they seemed to be falling downwards through a pit, with images flashing around them, but not on any visible surface, like they were merely appearing in their minds.

Lily and James on their wedding day.

Sirius kissing Petunia.

Snape smiled as his young daughter ran outside.

Petunia holding Rosie and yelling with Vernon, a tiny Dudley sitting in his cot.

Alice and Frank standing watching a Quiddich match.

Petunia and Lily gossiping.

Molly holding baby Ginny with her sons around her.

All of them standing together in a park.

They landed hard, and Harry found himself in the boy's dormitory, alone. Or almost. A messy haired teenage boy who looked a lot like Harry and a girl were sprawled on one of the beds, locked in an embrace. Harry felt himself flush, and coughed discreetly. Instantly the pair broke apart, alarmed.

"Sorry" Harry choked, "I didn't mean to interrupt."

James leapt off the bed, and it was only then that Harry realised that this girl, though red-haired, was certainly not his mother. He felt strangely ill at the thought. "Who are you?" James demanded. "How did you get in here?"

"I sort of came by magic" Harry explained. "I'm Harry. I need to go find the others who came here."

James hesitated then straightened his clothes and gestured that Harry should follow him. The girl followed behind, glaring at Harry, while James kept looking back and giving Harry odd looks, like he recognised something but couldn't believe it.

The girl left them in the common room but James led Harry out of the portrait hole and through the halls to Dumbledore's office. Halfway there, however, they were distracted by a yell. "Potter! It's after curfew! You had better not, for your sake, be pranking!"

A red-haired girl came storming around the corner, stopping in front of James. She appeared not to have noticed Harry and looked furious.

To Harry's surprise, James' temper seemed to have risen quickly in those last few seconds. A red flush had appeared in his cheeks, and his eyes narrowed in anger despite an emotion Harry couldn't place being present in them. "If you will remember, Evans" he hissed. "I am Head Boy and can therefore walk the castle after curfew if I need to."

"Where are you going?" she demanded. "I thought you'd be spending tonight with some bimbo like always!" Harry flinched.

"I'm going to see Dumbledore." He pointed towards Harry. Lily glanced over and then blinked and looked again. She stared at Harry for a few moments, her temper near-cooled, then nodded and gestured for James to lead on, making it clear that she intended to follow.

When they reached Dumbledore's office, however, they were found two angry looking gargoyles holding between them a sign that read ALL ARRIVALS TO MEET IN GREAT HALL in bold red letters on a piece of luminous pink paper covered flashing hearts. Harry burst out laughing, and despite their confusion, Lily and James did too. Trust Dumbledore to make a strange situation stranger just for laughs!

-ducks-

I'm sorry, i have writer's block. None of my stories are being updated fast, and I'm writing badly.