(A/N: AH! I'm finally back! So sorry! Something was up with my computer and I couldn't sign in! But the nightmare's over now… Good. And anywhoo, enough about me, how about you? Review people! Review! So, the author went cuckoo in the last chapter due to high level of chocolate in my digestive system. And also because my brother had forced me to listen to Axel F by Crazy Frog for a few hours! And you know the saying, Crazy Frog makes the listener Crazy!)

The group stood in the room, stunned, shocked and scared. Harry's eyes started to fill up with tears as he tried to jump into the light, to save his parents. But Fred and George were holding him back, not wanting to lose their friend. Tears started to stream down his face as the light began to clear up, revealing four motionless figures, all lying on the ground. 'No, no, no, no,' these words continued to buzz in Harry's mind as he started to sob. Fred and George and the rest of the group began to crowd around the four bodies. Harry looked around the small room, looking for Rose. 'I'll kill her! I'll kill her!' these new words appeared in his mind, spiralling round and round, making him dizzy as he was engulfed in a mixture of emotions: anger, sadness, depression, vengeance, angst and most of all, weakness. Harry collapsed to the floor, a broken down young man, who has lost his parents and the ones he loved, twice.

Rose was no where to be seen, only the ropes, that had bound her moments before, and Hermione's wand lied on the floor, the only signs that Rose was present in the room. The bookcase had been moved and the entrance of the secret room remained unguarded and visible. But no wandering students were there to see the sight of Harry Potter, the Harry Potter, crying and weak. He looked through the cluster of feet before him, seeing his mother's brown auburn locks and his father's messy jet black hair. Their faces were turned away from him and soon, Harry's vision was blurred out with another attack of his tears. He sat there, kneeling, his eyes and face directed to the stone floor, watching as transparent drops of liquid fall to the floor. He took off his glasses and cleaned them with the front of his robes while he sniffed occasionally. He wiped away some of his tears that still remained in his eyes and on his face before bringing the glasses back. Suddenly, he saw the fingers of his mother begin to twitch…

Harry let out an audible gasp and scrambled to the bodies of his parents, sort of. His eyes grew wide at the sight of the unconscious four that lied on the ground. They were teenagers. The rest of the group and the rest of the world became a blur of black and white and the only things and people left were Harry, James, Lily, Sirius and Remus. James hand began to twitch and, with his hands supporting him from the back, he sat up, a dazed and groggy look on his face. His hands reached under his glasses and he rubbed his hazel eyes. James blinked rapidly a few times before his vision focused to see a group of ten concerned faces. "Wha- What happened?" James asked after finding his voice. He then looked at Harry and then at the three unconscious bodies around him. "Oh no, the time travelling didn't work?" James exclaimed after a few moments of silence. "And we're in Hogwarts again? Where are the phoenix feathers? We need to get to the Department of Mys-"

"Uh, dad," Harry said in a choked whisper, cutting his dad's moment of crisis short. "It's okay, you can calm down. You did go back in time, you married Lily, and I'm alive and solid. It's just that Rose is back and she hit you with a spell that, I think, made you younger and reversed your memory. I have no idea what spell that was and I have no idea how we are going to solve this new situation." James attention was directed to Harry and then, to the rest of the group who nodded at him, confirming the current problem. His face was blank and expressionless. "Mate, you alright?" Ron asked. James, in short, freaked out.

"Ahhhhh!" James exclaimed, walking up the rest of the young Marauders. "How could this happen! What kind of spell was that! I don't think it was a real spell. Maybe she invented it! We need to do something, fast! I don't remember the time Harry was born! I don't remember what Harry looked like as a baby! We need an Aging Potion, but then, I wouldn't have any idea how to be a dad! I don't know how to handle a seventeen year old boy! I AM a seventeen year old boy!"

While James started to freak out about parenthood, the rest of the Marauders had different reactions…

"I am what?" Lily Evans exclaimed. Her green eyes flashed and her brownish red hair was in disarray. Her robes, a few dress sizes too big, hung loosely and made her look more like a female hobo. "You are a mother, Mo-ther," Nadia said the last word slowly and her hands gestured Naida cradling a baby. "Mother…" Lily said, her voice now unusually weak and light, almost as if she's tired out or that she's going to… Lily's eyes rolled to the back of her head and her fell back to the cold, stone floor. Her arms spread out by her side and her mouth was slightly open. She fainted. "Well, I expected to yell at us, really," Elvira said as Nadia rushed over to her to check her pulse. "She's alive," Nadia called out.

"I was an adult but Rose made me into a teenager again?" Remus asked slowly, confirming his theory. "Okay, well, that was completely random and very unexpected. The only thing I remember is going through the portal, actually. I was knocked out from the force of the portal and I wake up, seeing you guys."

"What was it like?" Fred asked.

"Well, it was all a mixture of colours, like a kaleidoscope, and then, there was a small white square in the middle of it all and colours swirled in it and formed a sort of picture of the Hogwarts Grounds, the place where we disappeared. Then, it was like a photograph. I took it in my hands and then, everything went black. The photo glowed and then, there was a bright, white flash. I closed my eyes and then, I'm awake."

"Wicked," the twins said in unison.

"Quite intriguing," Hermione said. She sat, cross-legged and her eyes looking past Remus's shoulder. Her already overloaded brain was trying to process this new piece of information.

"I'm alive!" Sirius yelled. "I'm bloody friggin alive!" Sirius rejoiced after a few minutes of silence from his side of the room. "I'm bloody freaking, whoopty doo alive! I'm not dead! I made it through the portal!" Sirius raised his arms like a made sports fan cheering for his favourite football team after they had scored a goal. He was utterly spastic, again.

"But Sirius, you're a teenager again," Viktor said, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah, but who cares about the details? I'm alive!" Sirius yelled in happiness.

"Goodness gracious, you're going to wake up the whole school, Sirius," Draco said in a hushed whisper. "Don't make this a bigger issue than it already is."

"I agree," Danielle said. "You should keep down. Otherwise, the rest of the students will find out this little secret and will probably attack you a pack of screaming fans, Sirius."

Sirius shrugged as his attention was directed to the silvery white glow of the moon that has just spilled into the room through a broken stained glass window. The broken pieces of coloured glass that still hung to the frame of the window made the light in the room multi-coloured and more mystical. Everyone's attention was brought to the shadows on the floor and all of them slumped against the walls of the room and fell asleep, ignoring the discomfort of the stone cold floor and hard brick wall.

(A/N: A new chapter done, but it's shorter; sorry. I will let out the main plot of the story in the later chapter. Rose's revenge plan. So, everyone, press the review button and type! TYPE! Mwahahaha!)