6

So they were in 1995, Albus Potter thought.

That explained the following guys.

This guy in front of him had to be Sirius Orion Black, innocent murderer, kind-with-fake-history-of-not-so-kind person.

This guy by the table had to be Remus John Lupin, best Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, altruistic person.

This guy examining his brother had to be Albus Dumbledore, Voldemort's fear, great person.

And this guy on the right to Uncle George had to be Uncle Fred, his 'ex-uncle', hilarious person—or was he on the left on Uncle George?

Whichever side it was, Albus was sure, he was seeing the dead, or at least the dead to them, the Weasley family from 2016.

'How about you start first, eh, kid?' Uncle George/Uncle Fred asked him.

'Eh?' Albus asked. He was so deep in thoughts that he didn't hear what he was supposed to start.

'Yes, you, kid who looks like Harry. Introduce yourself.' Uncle George/Uncle Fred said.

He looked sideways at Rose, who pointed to her white blouse, then to Hugo, and nodded.

Albus was confused, he didn't know what the 'white blouse' and the 'Hugo' meant, but he did 'get' the 'nod'. Well, at least, kind of.

'I'm Albus.' He said.

'Albus what?' asked Sirius 'What's your full name?'

'Al-Albus Sev-Severus Pot-Potter.'

Everyone gasped, making Albus even more confused. Weren't Rose's two unsolved clues enough already?

'How could you, Harry?' said Ron for the hundredth thousandth and third time.

'Severus?' Even Harry himself thought he himself was mad.

'Snape.' Sirius muttered, angry, frustrated, moody and every other negative adjective you can think of.

Albus was totally and utterly confused 'Huh?' first he couldn't understand non-verbal language, and now even verbal language?!

'That son of a bitch.' Sirius continued, a look full of hatred and disgust.

Oh. Now Albus knew. The sigh of the times was different.

'Oh,' he said, 'oh. Well, umm, I mean, things don't stay the same forever.'

'What do you mean by that?' Sirius responded fiercely and threatening, 'Snape is a fricking devil of pure evilness.'

'Sirius,' said Dumbledore calmly, 'let's just drop this conversation and let the boy go on with his introduction.' And then he nodded at Albus.

'Well, what else do I have to say?' asked Albus.

'You've told us your name, and your parents are Harry and Ginny?' (Another round of blushes and 'how could you's)

'Yes.'

'Then… how about your age? And your house? If you have one?'

'Okay, I'm 10, and so because of that, I don't have a house yet—'

'Though he'll probably be in Slytherin.' James Potter interrupted.

'No, I'm not!'

Sirius eyed him suspiciously like he was a betrayal, then opened his mouth, ready to go full godfrey on him—

Good thing Albus had listened to his Dad about the sorting hat.

'The sorting hat'll take my feelings into account. And I solemnly swear that I will never betray Gryffindor.'