Whilst Hermione continued to battle the inner demons of her mind, the rest of the children that were trapped in the past, gradually awoke.

The first to awake after Scorpius was a young girl with tanned, freckled skin and long, dark mahogany hair. Her eyes were a deep chocolate colour with golden flecks within them. She awoke in the middle of the night, letting out a terrified scream at the darkness that surrounded her.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

At the sound of the scream the six Weasley's currently staying at the house as well as Harry, Hermione, and Sirius, rushed to see what on earth was going on now. Upon arriving in the makeshift infirmary and turning on the lights, they were greeted by the site of the small girl curled up on one of the beds, quivering in fright. When the lights were turned on the girl almost instantly relaxed, looking up and around the room, her eyes settling on the nine uncertain people in the doorway. Her eyes scanned across each face before finally settling on the twins, her eyes widening considerably at the site of them.

"Daddy whys there two of you," she asked confusedly.

Her voice was pure innocence, confusion evident in it before she scanned across the faces again, stopping at Sirius, scrunching up her face, concentrating on where she had seen his face before. Finally, she mumbled something unintelligible before her face lit with realisation.

"Where in the past aren't, we," she questioned knowingly.

This time her voice was sure, full of wisdom which surpassed her young age. Wordlessly Mrs Weasley nodded, cautiously stepping closer to the girl, uncertain to what her reaction would be, after the reaction Scorpius had had mere hours ago. Whatever she had being excepting it wasn't what happened next.

The girl who looked to be the poster child of innocence, smirked almost evilly before screaming "wicked" and running across the room, right passed Mrs Weasley, stopping short in front of the twins, and smiling up at them with adoration.

"Hiya Daddy" she said, looking up at them both with an expecting look, only to receive two looks of matching confusion in return. Looking down at the girl and then at one another, the twins started to question the small girl:

"Which one of" Fred started,

" us is your" George continued,

"Daddy?" they finished together.

The girl looked completely baffled at this question and her face once again screwed up in concentration as she examined each of the twins respectfully.

" I don't know" She said disappointedly.

"What do" George started,

"you mean" Fred continued,

"You don't know," they finished together looking down expectantly at what could be either their future daughter or niece.

"Well…" The girl contemplated what to say for a while before deciding to tell them the truth. "Daddy only has one ear and said that he had a twin once, like me but that he went bye-bye in the final battle, so that we could all live happy, free, safe lives. I've seen daddies twin in portraits, he helps us to plan pranks and is my favourite uncle," the girl informed them happily, unaware of the sadness, she had caused to the adults and teens within the room. All nine of them were thinking the same thing 'one of the twins won't make it out of the war'.

Fred the less emotional of the twins, knelt in front of the girl and asked a question everyone in the room was dreading as it confirmed the name of the twin that wouldn't survive.

"What's your daddy called?" he said it as light-heartedly and carefree as he could but there was a noticeable strain in his voice, knowing that either he or his twin would die.

"George" she whispered the name quietly, aware of the suffocating tension that had filled the room. At the sound of his name, George dropped to the floor pulling his twin close, muttering inaudible sentences whilst tears poured down his face. Everyone else had silent tears cascading down their faces at knowing Fred's fate apart from Fred himself. As selfish as it was, he was glad to know that he died, he knew he wouldn't be able to live without George. He soothed George down, sending reassuring feelings down their twin bond, before turning to the others.

"Oi don't cry over my death until I'm dead, ok?" Fred asked the others, silently motioning towards the girl in front of him, who looked as though she was going to cry herself due to everyone else crying. Everyone nodded, drying their eyes but occasionally a tear still fell, or a sniffle sounded.

Turning back to his niece, Fred continued to ask questions as everyone else, especially George were yet unable to talk after the news of his death.

"So Princess, what's your name?"

"Roxanne Weasley but I like to be called Roxy".

"I like that, it's a name fit for a princess." At that Roxy giggled but once she calmed down, Fred continued questioning her.

"How old are you?"

"Six"

"So old, Who's your mum?"

"Angelina Johnson-Weasley " Fred smiled at knowing that his twin eventually married the girl of his dreams and George finally snapped out of his depression and looked closely at his daughter.

"So, I'm your dad eh?" he asked unsure of what to say to his future daughter. She nodded her head vigorously and flung herself at him, hugging him tightly as he slowly wrapped his arms around her, holding her close to his chest.

Just as they were about to pull apart, there was a rustle of fabric and a small voice muttered "Where's my glasses?" Twisting out of her father's hold, Roxy ran across the room to where a young boy with messy black hair and emerald green eyes sat, his hands spread wide, searching for his glasses that sat atop of the table next to him. Plucking the glasses from the table, Roxy passed them to him wordlessly. Putting them on his face, he looked around the room, taking in his surroundings before addressing Roxy.

"Roxy, where are we?" his voice was unsure and timid.

"Erm I'm not sure where we are but I do know that we are in the past." Roxy said as though it was an everyday occurrence.

"What-How?" He spluttered, eyes widening and doing another take of the room.

"Yep past, look at how young our parents are" she gestured towards the teens, his eyes followed her gesture and widened commercially as his cousin continued to talk," as to how, I think it was something to do with the necklace that Aquila dropped." He nodded in agreement, before turning to the adults and smiling weakly at them. Hermione pushed Harry towards the boy who looked as though he was his clone without the scar.

Unsure of how to act in a situation like this, Harry ran his hand through his hair, making it messier before cutting straight to the point.

"I'm your dad?" Harry asked, even though it was unnecessary due to the resemblance between the two of them. The boy nodded. Harry looked relived, weight was lifted from his shoulders, he survives this war, he won't die like he'd always thought, he was going to survive and have a family that he could love. A Cheshire cat grin broke out on his face as he stared down at the miniature version of himself. The boy visibly jumped back, unnerved by the way his young father was looking at him, like the cat that ate the canary.

"Oi Harry mate, take it down a notch you're scaring your future offspring, staring him down like that." Ron reproached sounding awfully like a combination of the twins and Hermione. Stepping back slightly and smiling sincerely at the boy, Harry decided to question the boy.

"So why don't you tell us your name, age and who your mum is? Harry asked barely consoling his excitement at finding out the information. The boy nodded, running his had nervously through his hair, in the same way his father had done moments before. He looked uncertainly at Roxy who nodded encouragingly then opened his mouth to speak, only to be interrupted by a bang as a sandy brown-haired boy rolled off a bed.

At the sound of the bang about twelve of the children sat up straight whilst the others apart from Scorpius who was still under the sleeping draught, opened their eyes, groggily peering around before pushing themselves up too. They all looked uncertain as to their whereabouts and the sandy haired boy climbed back onto the bed, seemingly ok. With all the commotion the youngest two started crying loudly, obviously distressed. Mrs Weasley moved towards them, to attempt to calm them down but was prevented from doing so by the turquoise haired boy whose hair was now scarlet, his eyes amber.

"Don't go any closer to them. Vicky, Dom calm them down." His voice came out as a growl and two blonde girls with sapphire eyes, rushed to where two chubby toddlers were, to calm them down. Mrs Weasley stepped back in fright. Carefully backing up to the door away from the protective child.

"Teddy what are you doing that's Grandmum" screamed a young girl with pin straight auburn hair, who looked barely older than the two children who were screaming but now sat calmly on each of the blonde's knees. The girl attempted to run towards Mrs Weasley but was grabbed around the middle by the boy, who was apparently called Teddy.

"Dex," he growled gesturing to the girl in his hands, his eyes never leaving the adults and teens. A tall, tanned, foreign looking boy with coal black hair and eyes, grabbed the girl from Teddy dragging her towards where Scorpius still laid, the rest of the children gathered around his still sleeping body. The only children not gathered around Scorpius were Roxy and the yet to be named son of Harry who stood next to Harry.

His amber eyes scanned them, finally stopping on the kids next to Harry.

"Al, Rox over here now" he commanded, growling animal like as the full moon shone through a small window, bathing him in its light. Both kids rushed over to the others at the command, knowing not to get on his bad side during the full moon. Sirius's, Hermione's, Ron's, and Harry's eyes widened considerably, placing the information together. The boy was at least part wolf and it was a full moon. Drawing his wand inconspicuously, Sirius attempted to stun the boy, but with his heightened senses, Teddy easily dodged it. Feeling threatened, Teddy easily, wandlessly disarmed all nine of them using his knowledge gained by been taught from a young age, his bookworm nature, werewolf powers and his need to protect himself and the others, binding together to make him unstoppable. His hair crackled and his eyes glowed. The adults and teens alike were shocked at the power that the child held.

"Vicky is everyone alright and here?" Teddy asked half turning, towards the children but keeping the adults within his sights. The eldest of the blonde girls looked around counting the children and checking every one of them, before turning back to Teddy, her expression worried.

"Ted, Aquila's missing and Scorp won't wake up."

Turning back to the adults Teddy looked as though he was ready to attack, putting all the adults on edge. "WHERE IS AQUILA AND WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO SCORPIUS?" Teddy roared, howling towards the end of it, making it clear that he was part wolf and extremely dangerous...