"W- what?" James stuttered. Lily looked to her boyfriend, outraged at what they were saying.

"Such lies! He's sitting right there!" Lily yelled. She glared at the man, not caring if he did look like Remus.

"James Potter died on October 31, 1981," the man said quietly. James looked to the other adults, hoping to find one joking face. Instead, there were somber expressions on each.

"It's only 1977!" Sirius angrily yelled, "Don't listen to them, James!"

The four watched as looks of confusion went through the faces of the others. This only seemed to make Sirius angrier. What were they playing at?

"What?" he asked frustratedly.

This time, a woman with brown hair and gray eyes spoke. Remus stared at the woman. There was something about her eyes that reminded him of Sirius. "How did you get here?'

"What does that have to do with anything?!" Sirius asked. James whispered to his friend, and Sirius seemed to calm down a bit.

"Please just answer my question."

Sirius sighed irritably and dug into his pocket, pulling out the golden chain he had earlier. He handed it to a bald dark skinned man who had been standing on the side.

"We- well, I was playing with this, there was a bright light, and whoosh. We were here," he explained to them. They seemed to recognize the object. "Can you tell us something now?"

The dark skinned man held the chain up. "This is a time turner," he told the time travelers, "and we assume that you have time travelled here. It is the year 1997."

"1997? We're twenty years in the future!" Lily yelled. Her, Remus, and James went to glare at their friend, who just shrugged his shoulders. Luckily for him, they were all still tied up.

"We still need evidence that you are who you say you are," the dark skinned man said. "Would any of you mind if I used Legilimency?"

Sirius raised his hand. "I'll do it. Since I was the one who got us here and all," he said.

"So brave," James said sarcastically, eliciting laughs out of everyone.

The man took his wand out and pointed it to Sirius's head. Everyone watched as Kingsley cast the spell, and Sirius had a dazed look in his eye. After a few minutes, Kingsley pull his wand away. "They are who they say they are," he confirmed.

"Great! Can you free us now?" James asked, wiggling his fingers. With a wand of a wand, the four teenagers were finally freed. They moved to the drawing room and were shown to the couch, where they were offered food by a red headed woman who told them to call her Mrs. Weasley.

"So... where exactly are we, and what is the date today?" James asked, his hand in Lily's, the other was holding a glass of pumpkin juice. He and Lily were sandwiched between Sirius and Remus.

"This is The Burrow," Mrs. Weasley told them. "And it is the the 20th of November."

"Who are you all?" Lily asked around the room, though she already had a suspicion of who one person was. She looked to Remus, who she noticed hasn't spoken much. He looked at the bowl of beef stew in his hands, his hair covering his eyes.

"I'm Arthur Weasley," the balding redheaded man said. They assumed that this was his and Mrs. Weasley's home. He indicated the other redheaded man and a beautiful blonde woman, "This is my son, Bill, and his wife, Fleur."

After a shake of hands, Bill and Fleur excused themselves- it was nearly ten o' clock at night- as well as Kingsley Shacklebolt, the bald dark skinned man. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley moved to the kitchen, leaving them with the woman with gray eyes and the man who they already had suspicions about.

"What are your names?" Sirius asked the man and the woman. They watched as they looked to each other, a silent battle to see who would go first. The man seemed to have lost and turned to the teenagers. He seemed uneasy, but shook it off before meeting their eyes.

"Do you honestly have no idea who I am?" the man smiled, a smile they were so familiar with. It was a smile that made his scars disappear, and Lily couldn't help but smile back.

"How are you, Remus?" she asked. It was weird calling a full grown man her friend's name. A friend who happened to be sitting beside her. She looked to the you her Remus, finding his head raised this time.

"I'm fine," the older Remus answered. "Fantastic."

Remus looked at his wife and couldn't help but feel a proud feeling inside of him. He had found someone who had accepted him for what he was. He took a stab to his heart when he realized that none of his friends would never really know. Older Remus turned back, finding his younger version staring back at him.

Younger Remus couldn't help but feel surprise when he had seen how his older self had looked at the gray eyed woman. It was a look that he was used to seeing between his mother and father and James and Lily. It was a look that passed between two people who were ultimately unaware anyone else but each other. People were in love. Was what he saw correct? Who was this mystery woman?

"What about this fine young lady?" Sirius asked. He had been sneaking peeks at the woman in the corner, deciding that she was fanciable after seeing no wedding ring on her left hand.

To the four teenagers' confusion, the older Remus laughed. The woman raised an eyebrow, smirking at her now younger cousin.

"Why, Sirius Black, is that a way to speak to your cousin?" the woman asked.

"Cousin? No, you can't be my cousin."

"Really? Don't tell me you forgot!" the woman asked, holding a hand to her heart in fake shock. Sirius drew his eyebrows together in deep thought.

"No, I don't think so... Unless..." His gray eyes widened. "Nymphie! Is that you?"

The woman scrunched her nose at the horrid nickname. "Ugh, don't call me that!" she exclaimed and looked to the three other time travelers. "Nymphadora Tonks, but please just call me Tonks."

Sirius stood from the couch and went to hug his cousin. He threw his arms around her and pulled her close, much to Tonks's dismay. "You're so old now!" He pulled away, keeping his hands on her shoulders. "How old are you? Twenty-five? Man, that's old! Are you... PREGNANT?"

They all look to her belly, only noticing this tiny detail now. Tonks put a hand on her bump, laughing at the shocked expressions on their faces. "Yes, I guess I am!" she said. She could see her husband smirking from the corner of her eye.

"So who's the father?" asked Sirius. "Unless you don't know who he is!" Sirius shook his head in mock disappointment, earning himself a slap on the should from his cousin.

"My husband, of course!"

Sirius cocked his head to the side, scratching his head. "You don't have a wedding ring."

The older woman frowned and said, "It's not safe to be married, even more pregnant, during these times."

They recalled the way they had been addressed at the door. The hostility in the voices as they had been demanded to state who they were. Everyone seemed to speak with a soft voice, as if they were afraid of being heard. As if they were hiding from someone or something.

"So..." Sirius broke the silence, "Who's the bloke? I need to have a talk with this fellow, going around and getting my baby cousin pregnant."

Tonks turned to her husband. "Why, Remus, I seem to have misplaced it in my memory. Have you any idea who the father of my child is, sweetheart?"

Remus smiled, playing along with his wife. "Well, I hope my suspicions are correct!"

Sirius stared blankly between the two. "Well?" He looked to Remus. "Who is he?"

James, Lily, and the younger Remus had similar faces of astonishment at their friend. Was he really this thick?

"It's me, Sirius!" the younger Remus finally yelled. "Or... the older me!"

"What?" Sirius turned to look back and forth between the two adults. "No, Moony, you can't be!"

"I'd like you to meet my wife," older Remus said, sitting next to his wife and taking hold of her hand.

"Wh-what?" Sirius sputtered.

"Congratulations, Remus! I told you you'd find somebody!" Lily exclaimed to the Remus beside her.

"Congrats, Moony! Somebody got busy," James said, winking to the older Remus, who just rolled his eyes at his old friends antics.

Older Remus instead looked to his younger self, who stared back. "No... but how?" the younger Remus asked. "Don't you know what I am?" he asked Tonks.

Tonks stared into the familiar eyes of her husband. Even now, they still held the same mischievous glint. "Of course," she said, "And I don't care."

"But... you should... you have to! You can't just not care! What if I bite you? Or the baby?I'm.. I'm a monster!" the younger Remus yelled. He got up and ran out of the room, leaving everyone else watching after him. Tonks was the one to break the silence this time, speaking to her husband.

"I'm so happy you're over that already."