A/N Ok, here are my excuses for not updating as soon as I wanted/should have:

-School

-I was focusing on this story for this (reflections) contest

-More school

-I was working on a poem for my (older) sister's birthday

-Even more school

-10/24 my sisters and I carved pumpkins for the very first time ever with my older brother helping us and it took up most of the afternoon, so I couldn't have worked on it then,

-Sheer horrible laziness

I don't expect you to forgive me for this, but I do hope that you enjoy this chapter!

All the time travelers stopped pacing, and looked at where the door to the Room of Requirement was supposed to be. And, guess what, there was a door there! A brownish reddish, probably mahogany colored door stood in their wake. There was a lot of staring, then the realisation that if there was a door, then that meant-

"It worked," stated Hugo. A smile formed on his face as he said again, more excited than that time when his Grandma made a cake made up of different kinds of sandwiches, "It worked! This is it, we're going home!" This statement was like a broken dam, and all at once the hallway was filled with shouting and dancing and jumping and yelling and screaming and cheering and grunting (Mad-Eye) and singing and freezing then covering their ears after Rose decided she'd had enough and whistled. Teddy looked ready to start screaming profanities again, but Rose (thankfully) interrupted him.

"Ok everyone, I'm as excited as you are that Scorp's plan worked, but we have to keep our heads and stop acting like it's New Years Eve! Before we even think about going through that door, we-meaning you, little brother-have to obliviate Moody and Tonks," she said as she pointed at the duo. Moody was understandably very uncomfortable at being memory charmed by a mere child who could probably mess up his already messed up brain, but he was outnumbered 10 to 1 (literally outnumbered 10 to 1, not the expression). Because of the outnumbered-ness, Moody had to give in to the obliviation. But to show how much he disagreed with this decision as a whole, he gave his biggest grunt yet.

Hugo took out his wand, a solemn expression on his face, and got ready to obliviate them. However, before he did, he said, "Well, it was nice meeting you while it lasted. I promise to visit your graves when we go back." You could've imagined their shocked and horrified faces, but before Tonks and Mad-eye could start shouting about their supposed deaths, Hugo performed the spell and told them, "You were just going back to the Order's hideout to talk to Remus and Sirius about Order stuff." James then nudged him and whispered in his ear. Hugo nodded with a small smile on his face, then told the still dazed aurors, "You were also going to have a long conversation about Quidditch supplies, and then Moody, you were going to tell Unc-Harry, Ron, and Hermione the story of how you got your magical eye." Moody grunted, which everyone took as an affirmative, and both he and Tonks turned and sprinted away. Probably to go use the floo.

Hugo tucked away his wand and grinned at his family. "All set, and ready to take off." Hugo's such a rocket. Anyway, everyone turned to the door, and James just went and opened it, not even thinking of the possibility that it might lead to a 10-year fall or a lake with crocodiles in it who hadn't had breakfast. Or lunch. You know what I mean.

I guess the rest of them weren't thinking of those possibilities either, as they all followed James through the door. . .

. . .And somehow landed on top of each other again in the middle of 12 Grimmauld Place's lounge again and then they untangled themselves again. Just like the beginning, except they were back in 2020, home sweet year. They knew it was theirs at first glance; the décor made it a bit obvious.

"Finally, we made it back! And we didn't even ruin the timeline in the process!" Rose exclaimed happily, very satisfied with their work.

Everyone was smiling, some were hugging, and most were heading for the kitchen, their adventure making them hungry. However, Albus Severus Potter was doing none of the above. In fact, his eyes were open wide, skin so pale he could've been mistaken for Scorpius's brother, if it weren't for his hair and eyes.

"G-guys?" said Al quietly, the only person hearing him being himself.

"Guys?" he said it louder this time, but James was shouting something about cats, so again, no one heard him.

"GUYS!" everyone whipped their heads so fast to look at Al, that they must have gotten whiplash. Albus looked a bit more uncomfortable that everyone was looking at him, with varying emotions, but carried on.

"Guys, I think. . .I, I think we messed up." Everyone was confused. Me included. What was he talking about? "I don't think we obliviated everyone. Actually, I know we haven't obliviated everyone." Well, you can imagine that they all looked like some relation to Scorpius right now. Rose shook her head with uncertainty. No, we must have gotten everyone, right?

Rose scrunched up her face as she recalled everyone Hugo had memory charmed, and said their names as she did. "Mom, Dad, Uncle Harry, Aunt Ginny, Uncle George, Dead-Uncle-Fred, Grandpa, Grandma, Sirius, Remus, Tonks, Mad-Eye Moody, Madam Pomfrey, Headmistress McGonagall, Kingsley. . .and I think that's all of them." Rose gave a sigh of relief. "I can't believe you Al! You gave me a scare." However, Al sat down on the couch and said, "Snape."

I'm pretty sure you can imagine the way that slow understanding, then realization, and THEN utter horror crossed each and every one of their faces. I wonder how many of you guessed correctly, that Severus Snape was the only one that hadn't been obliviated. Just goes to show that fictional people are smarter than non-fictional ones (though I somewhat disagree, since I wrote this masterpiece and I'm non-fictional).

Obviously, there was even more shouting and screaming and yelling and jumping and running and then freezing still when someone opened the front door. It wasn't the Potter parents, and it wasn't Snape (why would you even think that?). The cloaked figure (no, not a Death Eater) stepped in the hallway, and found themselves the object pointed at by 9 wands. The figure laughed, took off their cloak and said, "Great reflexes, guys! You can lower your wands now. I've made a cake that I made and decided to share bring it to you guys to judge it. I'm sure it's delicious, like all my other fantastic desserts." All wands were lowered as their Not-Really-Their-Aunt Judy moved to sit on a couch in the living room.

She took out a shrunk box (that no doubt contained the cake) and placed it on the somewhat small, round table in front of her. She then took her wand-11 ½ inches, purple with silver spikes all over it-out from her Muggle jacket's no doubt expanded pocket and unshrunk the box. Judy then proceeded to summon a cake knife (don't worry, no one was hurt) and 10 plates, then cut the (very big) cake into 10 pieces (one for each of them). Everyone felt surprisingly better after eating her cake. It felt like all of their problems melted with each bite. She really is the best at cooking desserts.

Judy smiled. "Now that you've all eaten my delectable cake, what was bothering you guys before?" That question made them all remember their horrid mistake. How could they forget? They were so close, but now they've ruined the timeline and doomed themselves. They probably made some people cease to exist. That's how bad things are.

"Well. . ." all of them took turns telling Judy the WHOLE time traveling story, with her laughing and gasping and reacting in the right places (she's a sucker for a good story, and this is one if I do say so myself). In the end, she was smiling at them, probably proud of how well they'd done in that situation. Just as she was about to complement them on their quick thinking, she noticed that they were still down in the dumps.

"Why are you all so sad? You did great, better than anyone else might've done in that situation. You should be proud of yourselves!"

"There's nothing to be proud of, Auntie. We messed up the timeline." Everyone nodded, totally lost in thought of their utter failure and what they might've changed by not obliviating Snape.

Judy raised an eyebrow and said in an exasperated sort of way, "Just because you forgot to memory charm Severus doesn't mean that you still shouldn't congratulate yourselves." She then stopped and a thoughtful look took over her face. "But I guess you're right, if you actually went back in time and forgot someone, you would've really messed up the timeline. Bad. For that I'll just give you a 9/10, but that's still a good score." That, obviously, got her a lot of disbelieving, confused, what-did-she-just-say-and-and-mean looks. Victoire was the one who asked,

"What do you mean, "if we actually went back in time", and that you'll be giving us a "9/10"?" Uh oh. You guys better run and hide, because you shouldn't mess with Victoire Weasley and her temper, and it looks like the blond volcano is building up pressure and ready to explode.

Judy felt alarmed as well, as any sane person would, so she positioned herself in a way that would make it easier to run to the door should the worst happen, not that she would ever be able to make it considering how many Potter-Malfoy-Lupin-Weasleys surrounded her. She took on a cautious sort of voice as she said the next words, "Ok, so, remember how I was instructing you on what to do and expect should you ever get thrown to the summer of 1995, or any other time?" Everyone nodded, now more than a bit suspicious that they just happened to end up in the summer of 1995 specifically.

Ok, I'd be lying if I didn't say that Judy looked more than a bit guilty. "Weeeell. . .I decided to see what you guys would actually do and if you would be able to find a way back to your time if this ever happened to you, so I-" Judy was interrupted by-you probably guessed it-Victoire.

"What, so you decided to test us by sending us back in time, using a vortex, where we could've messed up the timeline!" yelled Victoire, her burst of emotion causing accidental magic in the form of a small whirlwind, which caused Teddy to drop his plate.

Of course, Judy had the audacity to scoff. "What? No. Even Cornelius Fudge wouldn't do something as stupid as that, and besides, remember I said "if you actually went back in time"." The whirlwind stopped, a confused expression taking over Vicky's face.

"If you didn't send that vortex, then who did?"

"Me, of course." Seeing that Victoire looked ready to start yelling again, Judy hurriedly continued, "I would never send any of you back in time. You would make mistakes, like forgetting Severus, and/or kill yourselves, literally or make it so you were never born. No, the vortex was just part of the dream you were having." You can imagine the disbelief and confusion on each and everyone of their faces, which just increased as Judy said, "Or, well, still having."

Rose was all like, "Wait, wait, wait, hold on! So you're saying that this whole fiasco was actually a joint dream that we were all having? That we're all somehow victims of the Patented Daydream Charm? Because if you're saying that, don't blame me when I start going on a hexing rampage!" I wouldn't blame her either.

"No, I'm not saying that. I made more than one tweek on the Patented Daydream Charm, making it so that I can watch your progress without you seeing me, and set up the whole scene. Oh, and before you ask, I didn't control them or anything, I just set it up exactly like it was in the actual summer of 1995. The rest was up to you." Judy suddenly looked a bit uncomfortable as she continued, "I may have messed it up a bit, which is why I'm here. You see, as soon as you went back to your original time, you were supposed to wake up, but you didn't, and I got worried, so decided to show up and explain everything. Anyways, I came to the conclusion that you guys have got to go back in time and fix your walking breathing mistake by the name of Severus Snape."

Judy suddenly bit her lip, looking as if she was trying to hide a smile. Let me tell you, she failed miserably. "Unless, of course, you want to keep living in this dream where, inexplicably, Harry and Hermione get married, Ginny's a ghost, George died and Fred lost a nose, Draco and Ron performed a blood ritual that made them brothers and now live in Canada, half of you don't exist, so explain that if you meet anyone, and Albus, your name is Brian Wulfric Percival Granger-Potter. Waaaay too Dumbledory for my taste. Oh, and speaking of, Dumbledore's alive, but he resigned his position at Hogwarts and decided to open a make-up salon because some people," cue pointed look at local metamorphamagus and 15-year-old Potter, "decided to permanently stick some marker make-up on his face, and since he never did remember how he got, he took it as a sign that his purpose in life is to beautify other people's faces. He's surprisingly good at it, and you probably won't run into him on the account that his salon is in Muggle London, but I find that the worst change you've made."

So now imagine the mortified, horrified, revolted, what-the-what, etc etc expressions on each of the dream-time-travelers (best name I could come up with). Half of them don't exist (which makes sense if half of their parents died and/or never got married), which is enough to make them want to change things, fast.

Albus spoke first, probably eager to change the subject of his family and horrid name. "Ok, so, we have to get going if we're going to go back in time, to that moment that we left, then head down to the potions lab, which is probably where he's going to be, and Hugo can obliviate him once and for all." He looked around the room, then asked his next question to Judy. "We know how to go forward in time, and even if the Room of Requirement works both ways, we can't go to Hogwarts. It'll take too much time, and we'll expose ourselves. So, Aunt Judy, how are we going to go to the summer of 1995?"

A/N Hope you like it! I was gonna make this the last chapter, but I decided that I didn't like the ending, so I'm extending it to maybe one or two more :)

Please review, whether you're constructively criticizing my work, or just giving your opinions. I guarantee you that I'll update faster if I was properly motivated (i.e. reviews).

P.S. I'm really happy that I made it to 2,415 words! (not including A/Ns of course)

Date of Update: 10/26/2020