The Order in the past had spent days deliberating on who could know about the children from the future.
"They all have a right to know their children are here from the future," Molly Weasley argued passionately.
"The more people that know the more danger these children will be in," Moody rebuffed.
"I think it best we only tell those who are directly linked to the Order," Dumbledore spoke while stroking his beard, his eyes contemplative.
"So just Neville then," Kingsley spoke.
"Neville and Draco," the headmaster corrected.
"Malfoy, no way, he can't know about the children," Charlie interrupted.
"His father is in prison, his mother under the thumb of a megalomaniac who is residing in his own home. Draco is not evil; I think he will jump at the opportunity to spend some time with his godfather this summer. I think getting the chance to know that our side wins, that he has a future with a family might be what young Draco needs to choose a different path," the headmaster spoke.
"Headmaster do you think that is wise," Arthur Weasley asked.
"I do, Severus fetch the boy here," the headmaster spoke, passing a small piece of paper to the silent spy, Severus nodded, as he stood up and excited the room.
Neville had been at home, drinking tea with his grandmother when the headmaster had arrived presenting him with a piece of paper notifying him of the location of the Order's Headquarters. Dumbledore had insisted that he and his grandmother come with him to the headquarters. They entered the old house together and he was led into a sitting room where three children sat with a woman, he recognised to be Ron's mum.
"Neville, Augusta, this may be difficult to believe but these children are Neville's and Hannah Abbott's children from the future," the headmaster spoke.
"Da-da." A tiny little girl called," Neville's vision went black, as he fell backwards.
"Oh. Neville," his grandmother's voice sounded, the last thing he heard as darkness and silence claimed him.
"Master, my godson shows a great aptitude when it comes to potions," Severus spoke.
"I see," the snake like man spoke, his voice a hiss.
"With your permission I'd like him to spend the remainder of the summer under my tutelage, teaching him potions and poisons not on the curriculum at Hogwarts." He spoke calmly.
"Draco your godfather wishes to teach you potions and poison's, perhaps you will be more suited to that than physical combat, Bella say's you are yet to successfully cast the killing curse," their master hissed.
"Yes, my lord," Draco spoke quietly.
"Take the boy Severus, teach him something useful to me," the dark robed man spoke.
"Yes, my lord," Severus bowed to the man, took Draco's arm and apparated them to his home.
"Read this," he told his godson, passing the piece of paper Albus had given him. Draco read the paper, his face full of confusion.
"I don't understand, Uncle Sev," the blonde boy spoke.
"You know I'm a spy, what you don't know is that I am spying on Voldemort for the Order not spying on the Order for Voldemort," he replied grabbing his godson and apparition him to the Headquarters of the Order.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU'RE A SPY FOR THE ORDER," Draco shouted as they appeared in the entrance hall of the building.
"MUDBLOODS, BLOOD TRAITORS," Walburga Black's portrait screamed, Severus was quick to silence the portrait, turning his attention back to his godson.
"Cousin welcome to the Grimmould Place," Black drawled stepping out of the shadows.
"WHAT THE FUCK," Draco spoke loudly, his eyes casting about wildly.
"Sirius be quiet, first security questions," Tonks spoke stepping out of the shadows to stand beside her older cousin.
"I don't understand what is happening." Draco breathed.
"We have a surprise for you dear cousin but first answer this question," Tonks spoke again. "Malfoy, when you were five your mother brought you to visit my family. What did my mother give you before you returned to the manor," Tonks asked him?
"I'm not fucking answering that," the blonde spat, reaching for his wand.
"I wouldn't if I was you laddie," Mad eye spoke as he came down the stairs his mechanical eye spinning.
"Why have you brought me here," he asked, directing his question to his godfather.
"To ensure you don't make the same mistakes I did when I was your age, to give you the chance to make a better future for yourself," his godfather spoke passionately.
"I don't have a future, he intends to mark me on my birthday," he told him quietly, his voice full of fear.
"That's where you are wrong, trust me Draco you are going to have a wonderful future," his godfather told him.
"There's some people we'd like you to meet, refrain from swearing," his cousin Tonks spoke.
"This way Malfoy," Sirius Black spoke leading him towards one of the rooms on the ground floor. Draco stepped into the room apprehensive, fear and confusion rising in him as he took in the blonde haired, grey eyed children.
"DADDY," the little boy called launching himself at him, the boy hugging his knees as the little girl crawled towards him, her eye's full of love.
"WHAT THE ACTUL FUCK," he screamed, looking at the children in horror.
"Draco, meet Scorpius and Aquilla Malfoy, your children from the future," his godfather told him seriously.
"Daddy, you need to put a galleon in the naughty word jar," the little boy said as Draco backed away, collapsing onto a sofa nearby.
"Told you he'd take it better than Neville did, us Blacks are made of strong stuff," Sirius Black laughed, patting Draco on the back.
"I need a Firewhiskey," Draco muttered as the two children climbed onto his lap.
Twenty-four hours stuck in a house filled with Order Members, his school rivals and many children from the future left Draco in a foul mood. The two that clamed to be his clearly adored his older self but Draco struggled to understand how this was possible, why would he have two children; Malfoy's always only had one male heir, and his biggest question yet; why his supposed future children would get sent to the past with the children of so many Gryffindor's. Draco spent his time contemplating this on the windowsill of the room he had been given, looking out into the overgrown back garden of the Black Town house. From his vantage point he saw the blue glow appear and the five people materialising out of said blue light.
"Well shit, this has just got more interesting," he muttered to himself as he watched Mad-eye Moody draw a wand on what was clearly an older version of himself. As he looked down at the scene, he wondered what the ramifications of this would be; he wasn't well versed in time travel, but he knew more than one wizard had gone made after seeing a future version of themselves. Perhaps he'd already gone mad, after all why else would he be sat in the Headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix while his loving mother was in the same house as the darkest wizard Draco had ever had the misfortune of meeting.