Hello, so I know this story feels like it has a lot of cliches and some not-important information. Everything I have written will ber used at some point in the future, and yes I intend to add a lot of cliches, but I would be try to make something worth reading out of it. Something I might have loved to read.

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HARRY POTTER

It had been three hours since he had woke up in the past. After Lord Davis had poked him for a few more minutes, had been declared healthy and in perfect condition. Well, as perfect as he could be. There had been multiple questions about his past injuries, scars, and other things by the people present, but he had asked them to wait until the rest of his companions woke up. Natalie had been quite persistent to know about the large scar on Daphne's neck, but he had somehow convinced her to wait for the answer. The fact that she knew how much her daughter liked her secrets, might have helped a little. Once Lord Davis was sure about his health, everyone except Andromeda had departed the room. The Tonks matriarch had stayed for a few more minutes, but with Teddy refusing to be separated from him, she had also left. Now, he was stuck on his bed, trying to play with his godson. It did not escape his notice that every one of the time travelers looked younger than they were supposed to be. He was also worried about Teddy, as his godson was behaving just like he used to when he was 6 years younger. His eyes automatically found the bed where Hermione was, praying for them to wake up soon. His wish was granted 4 hours later.

He was in process of conjuring a pillow for Teddy, who had fallen asleep some time ago when a movement at his side caught his attention. Turning his head, his vision connected with a pair of blue eyes. His wife, Daphne Potter had woken up. The fact that she was crying nearly froze him before he realized the most probable reason behind it. Just like him, Daphne was feeling the strong Greengrass family swirling around them too. Adjusting Teddy on the bed, he moved and took her in his arms. Daphne, who rarely cried, was sobbing like a newborn child on his shoulders.

"It worked."

"Yes, Daph. It did."

He had to stop himself for wincing as she grabbed him tighter.

"Father, Mother, they.."

"They are alive, Daph..."

He was interrupted by the sound of a gate opening. They both turned to look at the source and found Natalie Greengrass staring at them. He was sure his mother in law apprated because in the next second Daphne was pulled from his arms and was being hugged the life out by her mother. Not that his wife was objecting to it. He found it really confusing that both women had started crying without saying anything. As the Greengrass women continued, a groan caught his attention. His eyes widened on seeing the siting form of Hermione and Susan. Just as he had started walking towards them, the last two members of their group also started showing movements.

An hour later found all of them sitting in the parlor along with Lady Greengrass. The Lord of the house was still away on urgent business and the younger Daphne and Astoria were staying with the Davis family for time being. Teddy had woken up during the crying fest of Greengrass women and was now babbling something to Tracey. After Harry and Daphne, she was the one the little boy was attached most to. Harry never understood why, given that Tracey was the grumpiest person in his entire circle of friends. And as expected she was the one to grill Hermione over his condition.

"So Granger, any idea why Teddy is a 4-year-old instead of 10 he was supposed to be? and why do we all look younger?"

Hermione, who was already in one of her thinking modes, waved Tracey off absently.

"No, Davis. I mean I can think of some reasons, but I am not sure about either of them."

He shook his head, once again wondering how those two worked as a married couple. They did not fight, but their arguments were legendary in their friend circle. As he thought about questioning her more, Jonathan Greengrass entered the parlor. He could feel his jaw dropping the next moment as Daphne ran towards her father, crying heavily. He had always known that their death had affected her but had missed the depth of her emotions. Daphne Potter nee Greengrass, the woman who rarely cried or showed any emotion out of her house, was bawling like a baby in her father's arms. Looking around, he could see that everyone in the parlor was surprised at his wife's reaction. Jon, surprising him once again, looked uncomfortable for just a second, gathering his daughter in her arms tightly. He knew his father in law was unable to connect with most of the things emotionally, so this was something he had not expected. The man had confessed the reason behind his and his daughter's ever neutral look in one of their drinking sessions. It was not due to Occlumency as people liked to think, rather it was because he was unable to sympathize or empathize with anyone including his family. Once his parents had understood the problem in his childhood, they had taught him how to use it. After seeing its benefits, he had passed that training down to his heir, Daphne. Unfortunately, that training had led to Daphne not caring about anyone except her family. This trait had earned her the moniker of the Ice queen in Hogwarts, which she hated. Many boys and girls had been sent to the infirmary sometime after they had addressed her as such.

A gasp from his friends brought him out of his musings. He shook his head after seeing Jon pick Daphne up. It was another secret of the Greengrass patriarch. To compensate for a weak magical core, Jonathan Greengrass had built up an impressive physical stamina. During a fight or a duel, he relied more on tiring his opponent, a technique that mixed with his intelligence, had helped him win the small number of fights he had been in.

It was a side remark from Lady Greengrass that caught his attention.

"Natalie, could you repeat what you just said?"

His mother in law looked at him strangely before replying.

"I said that Daphne and Astoria will meet stay with the Davis family till Quidditch world cup. Why?"

Hermione and Daphne reacted at the same time.

"Fuck"

"Merlin"

He raised his hands to stop everyone, keeping his eyes on his mother in law.

"What's the date and year today?"

"It is the 6th of August, 1994."

He controlled his urge to groan along with others. Every plan they had made, was now not possible. They had planned to arrive in summer before the first year, not the summer before the fourth year of their younger selves. Hermione answered the unasked question.

"I don't know how this happened. The runes targeting the date were just as the manuscripts described. We should have arrived on the 1st of August 1991."

Jon's voice interrupted her.

" You all arrived here on the 1st of August 1993, Ms. Granger."

He absent-mindedly waved Jon off.

"It's Granger-Davis. So we were in a coma for nearly a year?"

"Yes, Mr. Potter. And we had assumed it would be least for a few more months."

He tried to remember what had happened in the summer before the fourth year when a person's face came up in his mind.

"Sirius"

Another thought accompanied that of his Godfather which made him groan once again. His finger was still rising, but it was too late. Ron had jumped from his seat crowing happily.

"I TOLD YOU SO."

He covered his face with his hands, regretting making the bet with his friend. At his wife's poking, he explained.

"We bet upon whether my younger self would end you with you or somebody else. I lost it."

Daphne looked confused for a few seconds before realization came upon her. Her hand slapped her forehead as he tried to comfort her. Jon's voice caught his attention soon.

"Mind explaining a little more for us, Mr. Potter?"

Seeing Daphne's nod he continued.

"Sirius Black is innocent, Jon. I helped him escape from Hogwarts at the end of the third year. Before he left the country, my Godfather declared me his heir, not knowing that he is the Lord of House Black. This in turn activated an old marriage contract between House Black and House Greengrass. The contract could only be activated either by request of both the Houses or when the heir of house Black is less than a year older or younger than the eldest Greengrass daughter."

The silence that spread in the room, was broken by Ron and Susan's sniggering. Hermione joined then soon after followed by Tracey and himself. It fell on Daphne to explain it to her parents.

"There were some disagreements between us when we learned about the contract..."

Tracey's voice was breaking as she kept on laughing.

"That disagreements included both of them hexing each other, shouting at each other, and one epic duel, which ended up with both of them getting nearly naked and destroying what little was left of our innocence."

He could see Daphne shrugging at her parent's judging eyes.

"He was acting like a git to me, so I returned the favor. I don't think you would like to know any more than that."

His mother in law addressed him when he had calmed down.

"Can it be broken?"

"Nope. It is an ironclad it could be."

Jon brought up an important point soon after.

"And how will your arrival affect that?"

"Hermione thinks that Magic will recognize me as the Lord of the family, since I hold the ring, so I believe it may come down between me and Sirius. My younger self will still remain the Heir of all the houses including House Black."

"All the houses, Mr. Potter?"

"Call me Harry, Jon. Yes, there are..."

Daphne interrupted him before he could say more.

"Call for your rings, Harry."

There was something in her voice that made him hesitate, but he shrugged and closed his eyes, focusing on his magic. A call went to every family magic inside him, as he demanded for control over them. The Potter and Peverell family magic responded immediately as he felt two rings appearing on his fingers, with the Slytherin family magic following soon. As he had expected, the Gryffindor family swept inside him before fading away. He finally focused on the Black family magic which was pulsing inside his core. A few moments later, it gave a large pulse and settled down. Another two rings had appeared on his fingers. Opening his eyes, he checked on them before looking at his in-laws, who were staring at him with amazement. It seemed the others had also called upon their rings.

Ron had another large smile on his face as the Gryfinddor ring shone on his hand, while Hermione was moving her ring signifying her as Lady Dagworth-Granger around. While Tracey had pulled her House Ravenclaw's ring, Susan was still sitting idle. Seeing her confusing stare, she explained.

"If I do it, My aunt might notice it. Better wait until I can talk to her."

He went over her words when his mother in law's voice reached him.

"What? How..."

Daphne looked like she would answer but then she stopped.

"We will explain everything but there are some more people who need to be there for it. Our younger selves, Arthur, Molly, and Bill Weasley, Ted and Andromeda Tonks, Madam Bones, Sirius, Nymphadora, Lord, and Lady Davis, and Hermione's Parents. Did I miss anyone?"

"Fleur's father, Mr. Delacour should be here in Britain, from what I remember. We can invite him too." Hermione added.

Jon shared a glance with his wife before speaking.

"Wouldn't it be dangerous about sharing this knowledge with so many people, Mr. Potter? and your younger selves, wouldn't it be..?"

Daphne was the one who answered.

"We have ways to make sure that everything we discuss would remain secret. And every one of us hates being kept in Dark. Our younger selves have gone through enough things till now that they will understand everything. We have already decided to bring them in, as everything and anything we do, will affect them the most."

Her father didn't say anything, but he was sure that he disagreed with them. Taking a decision, he spoke up.

"We can meet up at Potter Manor with everyone. My younger self would like to see it, and it is safe. I will bring him and Sirius there tonight. Once everyone is there tomorrow, we can proceed further."

Ron stood up from his place soon after and started walking towards the Floo.

"Well then, I am off to meet my family and shake them nicely. Ha, it would be nice to be older than Bill for once."

Hermione, Susan, and Tracey followed him soon after. Once they were gone, he pulled Teddy in his arms before turning to his wife.

"Can you talk to the Delacours? I will get the Tonks family once before I pick Sirius and my younger self."

She looked at her before nodding.

"I will. Mother, Father, I would be back today, later."

With that, she departed towards the floo. He turned towards his in law, intending to explain as he always did with his wife's behavior, but they waved him off.

"We know how she is, Harry. Go, we will see you tomorrow."

Giving a small nod, he vanished from the parlor, unknowingly leaving behind two astonished people.

The first place he arrived was outside the Tonks residence. Ted and Andromeda would be helpful with Sirius, not to mention his younger self would need some looking after. Andromeda was waiting for him when he arrived at their door.

"Is Ted and Dora here?"

She shook her head, taking Teddy in her arms.

"Ted is here, but Nymphadora is at the Ministry. Why?"

" I need you both to come with me. I would be meeting up with a Gryffindor cousin of yours, and your presence might be helpful."

It took her only a few moments to understand who he was talking about.

"Sirius is..."

"Innocent. I will explain later, but be assured that he is not what everyone thinks him to be."

After a few more minutes of discussion, she and Ted agreed to accompany him. Teddy went to his namesake's arms, as Harry apparated them both to where Sirius was hiding. When they arrived in front of the Castle Black, he hit all of them with warming charms.

"We are at the Isle of Man. This castle is the private retreat for Lord Black and his heir."

He had found about it in a journal in the Black vaults. When he had checked it out in the future, it had become clear that this was the place Sirius had stayed for some time.

He stepped forward and pinged the castle wards. While they were under his control, Sirius would have had some access to them to get inside. As he had expected, Sirius came out of the castle a few minutes later, but in his Animagus form. Pretending not to notice the black dog, he continued standing outside the gates. Once the dog's attention moved over to Andromeda, he silently stunned him before picking him up. At Andromeda's raised eyebrows, he shrugged.

"It is his animagus form. This is how he managed to sneak out of Azkaban. It would be easier to talk to him in Potter Manor while he can't run away."

The Tonks matriarch shared a glance with her husband before nodding. Taking both of their hands, he once again apparated away.

RON WEASLEY

Since he didn't have the permission to floo to his family home directly, he had chosen a small wizarding pub in Ottery St Catchpole as his floo destination. The Burrow was less than 20 minutes of walking distance away from there. On the way, he sent off a Patronus to Bill, using the emergency words designated by the eldest Weasley son. A smile appeared on his face as he considered how brilliant a 16-year-old Bill had been and what an idiot 11-year-old Ron was. He had to wait for less than a minute at the ward boundary before Bill appeared in front of him with a loud crack. One look at him had the Curse breaker's wand out and pointed at him.

"Who are you? How did you know about those words?"

Instead of replying, he just raised his hand on which a small cut was visible.

"Check it for yourself, Bill."

It was something his elder brother had told them after leaving his job at Gringotts. They had been taught a charm in the first year of their job, a charm that could identify a person by using their blood. They had used it mostly in old tombs and graves to identify any preserved blood.

He was brought out of his musings when Bill moved his wand. A three-step wand movement ended with a jet black spell hitting his wound. His own magic pulsed at the spell and the words formed in front of Bill.

"Ronald 'Bilius' Weasley. Son of Molly Weasley nee Prewett and Arthur 'Septimus' Weasley."

He had not known that his father had a middle name until Bill had done this charm at him in the future. His father would be answering soon about why he had hidden his middle name. Bill's croaking voice caught his attention again.

"Ron"

A bright smile appeared on his face as he picked up his older brother's fallen wand.

"In flesh and blood, Big brother."

He would deny till his dying breath that he laughed at the fainted figure of William 'bill' Weasley before reviving him. A conscious Bill was necessary to make sure that his parents trusted him.

Once he opened his eyes, Bill stared at him for a long time. Enough to make him irritated.

"Would you get up from there? We need to get inside and discuss some pretty important things."

"Ron?"

"For Merlin's sake. If you don't get up right now, I will levitate you upside down to the house."

His threat was enough to jolt Bill, who sprang up from his position.

"What? How.."

"Later. Right now, I need to talk to mom and dad. Come on."

It seemed their little chat had not gone unnoticed as Arthur Weasley was standing at the gate of the Burrow with his wand out. He was sure the wand would have been pointing in his direction if not for Bill.

"Bill, who is this?"

His brother stared at both of them for a few moments before shaking his head.

"Call mom to the Hall. I..."

His brother's voice died in between as he made a vague reference towards him. His dad observed them for a long time before nodding. As he entered the house, his emotions went haywire. The familiar room, the homely atmosphere, the smell of food, it struck him hard. All of this had been lost in an attack that had killed his father and Charlie. The sound of his mother thundering down the stairs made him turn to look at her. She looked exactly like how he remembered her. Not as the woman who lost one of her twins in the Battle of Hogwarts, nor like the woman who buried her third eldest son and his wife.

But the woman who had all of her children alive and close to her. He knew she had recognized him when his name formed on her lips. He raised her hand to stop her, having seen a glimpse of red hair on the stairs. A circle and flick of a wand raised a privacy bubble around the four of them. Once done, he turned back.

"Hello, Mom"

He didn't know how, but a few minutes later found him in the arms of his parents, crying his hurt out. A heavy weight upon him seemed to lessen, and for the first time in years, he felt normal.

HERMIONE GRANGER

She had decided to apparate to her parent's clinic instead of her house. A discussion with her parents was what she needed, and it would be better if her younger self was not there. She had to prepare them for what they would see tomorrow, and that was not going to be an easy job. In the future, her parents had never trusted her after returning from Australia. She still had an amicable relationship with them right until their death. The diaries she had received in their wills had made it clear that they feared what else she might do without telling them.

There was a possibility that she might lose them once again, but she had to take a chance. She approached the receptionist and asked to meet the doctors. She had to suppress the urge to confound her when she was asked to get an appointment.

"I am a family member of the Doctors, Miss. Tell them I want to talk to them regarding their daughter."

It took a few more minutes of persuasion before she agreed to call her in. When asked for a name, she gave them something that her parents would know her as from now.

"My name is Jean Davis."

She found both of her parents sitting in her father's room.

"Hello, Ms. Davis. You said you want to talk to us about our daughter?"

It took her a few moments to understand their question, as all she could feel was a strange type of muteness. Taking a deep breath, she released the glamour charms on her and waited for their reactions. Her parents had stood up from their seats and were looking at her warily.

"Who are you? Why do you look like me?"

She took a look at her mother at these words and noticed that she did look like her mother.

"I am your daughter, Mom, Dad, just from 15 years in the future."

They both observed her for a long time, so much that she started getting nervous. The next question from her father was not what she had expected.

"Jean, I can understand. Why Davis?"

She struggled to answer the question for a minute, given that she had been preparing to make them believe her.

"My name after I got married is Hermione Davis nee Granger."

Their question had kicked her so off-balance that she answered the next one without thinking.

"Who is the lucky Gentleman?"

"Not Gentleman. Her name is Tracey."

Her father turned towards her mother with a large smile.

"I knew it. I won the bet, pay up."

This was enough to jolt her brain back in action.

"Wait, wait, you believe me? Just like that? And what bet?"

Her mother's tone was as patronizing as she could remember.

"You have the same visible birthmarks, love. Not to mention the hair and eye color. And we had a bet about your interest in girls. Daniel noticed the looks you gave to other girls. Now, mind explaining how this has happened?"

She once again resisted the urge to sigh, having forgotten how observant her parents were. The explanation was not going to be easy.

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