Disclaimer: If you've read the disclaimer from Chapter One then you know that the Briefcase Guy showed up saying I'm not J.K. Rowling. So, I don't know Harry Potter or any of his friends. I don't even own Lily because of DH (though my Lily looks like Harry). I own Roman, Frank, Lavinia, Dunstan, Phoebe, and a winged dingle-man. Life isn't very fair is it?

Destiny: So, if you don't have a name besides (shudders) Briefcase Guy can I name you?

Briefcase Guy without a name: --

Destiny: (happily) Yay! That means yes! Do you want to help pick the name?

Briefcase Guy without a name: --

Destiny: Well, I have a whole chapter to torture you with names as I type this. So, what do you think of Harry? Or Ron? Or Draco…

Chapter Two: In which fits are thrown

Hermione Granger had been sitting in the Gryffindor common room with her friends when Draco Malfoy had popped his head around the picture of the fat lady.

After their summer after their sixth year, they had learned Dumbledore wasn't really dead, Snape could be trusted, and Malfoy was the Order's newest spy. It had been hard (and was still hard) to break old habits like hating Snape and Malfoy when they remained as snarky as ever.

"What do you want Malfoy?" asked Harry coldly. They still hadn't gotten onto a first-name basis. Also, the almost complete hunt for the Horcruxes had changed Harry. Hermione and Ron had noticed that he had become colder lately. Dumbledore's 'death' had been harder on him that they had realized. Even though Dumbledore was firmly reinstated as Headmaster and Snape was back to spying for the Order and teaching Potions, his 'death' never seemed to leave Harry.

"Meeting. Dumbledore's office. The Order." Malfoy drawled. "Need I say more?" He vanished as quickly as he came.

"He's such a git!" exclaimed Ginny as they all stood. "Honestly, we're all on the same side, shouldn't we be friendlier?"

"Draco is well – Draco," said Ron. "I don't think anything is ever going to change him."

"When did he become Draco?" asked Neville nervously. Ron's ears turned bright pink.

Hermione, sensing a fight said, "Hey Neville, could you get Luna? The password for the Headmaster's office is 'cockroach clusters.'"

Neville set out in one direction and the Golden Trio and Ginny set out in the opposite.

"You know," murmured Ginny to Hermione as they walked. "Ever since Neville, Luna, and I joined the Order with you and the boys I've gotten the feeling that they would be good together."

Hermione nearly stopped. "We're in a war, Ginny. How can you think of love and romance in a war?" Maybe Dumbledore was right and that she was too young to be in The Order.

"Honestly Hermione," said the red-head. "You say you're smart. Love is what's going to win this war. Dumbledore said so. Just because you and Ron didn't work out (and honestly you two have nothing in common) doesn't mean that no one else can find love either."

"It's not that…" but she trailed off knowing it was true. Her and Ron's 'relationship' had barely lasted the summer. They had both realized they didn't think of each other that way but Hermione had secretly felt bad about it ever since. Not that she still liked him or anything. It wasn't that at all, but before she could come up with a decent argument for Ginny they had arrived at the entrance to Dumbledore's office.

"Cockroach Clusters," Ron muttered and the staircase was revealed. "Do you think Dumbledore actually like those? Fred and George gave me one and man, they were bad…" he trailed off as they reached the top of the stairs.

The new D.A.D.A. teacher this year was Tonks who looked very tired and irritable even though her husband Remus Lupin was sitting next to her. Hagrid was conversing with Professor McGonagall while Dumbledore sat at his desk sucking on a Lemon Drop. Malfoy was sitting with his back to the fireplace with a familiar scowl on his face.

Everyone had looked up and stopped talking when they had come in however.

"Where are Mr. Longbottom and Miss Lovegood?" asked Professor Dumbledore.

"Right here sir," said Neville who had just appeared with Luna behind them.

Hermione noticed that they looked rather hot – as in overheating – and were breathing raggedly. A picture of them snogging started to form in her mind but she dismissed it. They had probably run to get up to Dumbledore's office.

"Good," said Dumbledore. "Now all we need is Severus, ah! Speak of the devil," he said as 'the devil' flooed in.

Severus Snape glared at everyone – being cleared from charges hadn't changed his nature in the slightest. He leaned against the fireplace he had just flooed from casually and raised an eyebrow towards Dumbledore as if to say, continue.

"Now the rest of you take a seat and our meeting shall commence."

They did as he asked, though they all sat as far away from Snape and Malfoy as possible.

"Good," repeated Dumbledore. "Now Severus, Draco is there anything you can share with us? Any loophole to get to Nagini?" Nagini was the only Horcrux yet to be destroyed. Hermione noted that his tone was calm but Harry had tensed beside her. She and Ginny at the same time each grabbed a hand of his and squeezed it reassuringly.

"We still are unable to find out where he is," sneered Snape. "He lets down his anti-apparition wards only for his Death Eaters. We never leave the cottage he taking residence in. There's just no way to tell."

Dumbledore opened his mouth as if to speak but Snape continued on, "No, he has said nothing about his next move. He just wants information – something. The only thing I can is that he might be scared or Merlin forbid, he's giving us a run for our galleons."

"Do you have anything to add Draco?" asked Dumbledore and Malfoy shook his head.

Dumbledore sighed and said, "Well, no news is good news as the Muggles say. Speaking of which my dear Nymphadora, didn't you say you had some good news lately?"

"What?" Tonks growled. The students jumped. Tonks' mood lately had been unreliable going from cheerful to angry in moments. A few students had wondered aloud if perhaps Lupin would be the better teacher to have – when he was transformed as a werewolf.

Then as if she realized that who she was talking to her look softened, "Oh, Remus and I just learned that I'm three months pregnant."

Well that explains the mood swings, thought Hermione.

Everyone stood up to offer congratulations when distinctively a voice pronounced "Cockroach Clusters" below. The moment of relaxation was gone and everyone whipped out their wands (and umbrella) without thinking.

"Albus," whispered McGonagall. "Are you expecting…" she trailed off as he shook his head no.

Then there was a pounding of feet and voices gaily calling to each other.

"Let me pass you, Lily!" Harry tensed visibly.

"Hey watch it half-blood or should I say quarter-blood prince!" Hermione glanced at Snape – what little color was in his face had drained completely.

"I'm going to beat you all – werewolf take that!" Lupin's eyes widened.

The feet-pounders didn't knock – they just barged in letting the order see them clearly.

What came in wasn't what they had expected. They were six children in their late teens. The one who had made it up the stairs firs was a bushy-haired, pale-skinned, black-eyed witch who called out, "Hullo Albus. Is Mum…" here she trailed off as if seeing everyone else in the room for the first time. They all were silent in fact.

A pink-haired tall wizard pushed his way around the other silent children rubbing his elbow and said, "Albus, is something wrong? Mum did the…"

He was interrupted by Harry, the first to come to his senses, "Expelliarmus!" he called out and caught the six wands in his hand.

Lupin cast a non-verbal spell which Hermione obviously couldn't identify until one of the witches who had long black hair and green eyes cried out, "Dad, why'd you take my wand?" She tried to move forward and Hermione realized it was a foot freezing spell. "Uncle Remus! Honestly I'm your god-daughter, let me out!"

Harry and Lupin staggered along with Hermione's mind. Harry a dad? Lupin a god-father? On a first name basis with Professor Dumbledore?

"Wha - wha- wha- what did you call him?" stuttered Ron whom Hermione noticed looked none too peachy keen himself.

Well put, she though grimly. What would Dumbledore do now? She glanced at him.

Dumbledore put a lemon drop in his mouth and said rather calmly, "Now I think there is something here we are all missing. You," he pointed to the pink haired wizard, "could you tell me my favorite type of jam, you name and the date?"

Hermione actually considered if Dumbledore had finally gone mad. The pink wizard apparently seemed to believe so.

"Yes sir," he said. "But do you not recognize me?" there was no response from Dumbledore. Oh dear, thought Hermione. "All right, you liked raspberry jam until about five months ago when you started to like Boisen Berry. My name is Romulus Lupin though you started my nick name of Roman, and last time I checked the date is December twenty-seventh two thousand and seventeen." He stated this as if it was the most obvious thing in the world and Dumbledore was a first year Muggle-born.

Two thoughts enter Hermione's brain. Roman looked too young to be the child in Tonks' womb and why hadn't she noticed that the boy looked exactly like a cross between Lupin and Tonks? Another though than hit her, did they not age at all in the future? How come they thought that they were their parents?

Suddenly a look of realization dawned on Roman and his friend's faces. Roman in fact looked like he was about to pass out.

"It seems like I need to check the date," he said weakly.

There was silence for a moment and then Albus said, "Remus, I think you can Finite Incantatem them now. Minerva, chairs would be nice for our traveling guests."

Remus, who still looked incredulous, did as Albus asked and Minerva transfigured chairs for them. Harry returned their wands.

They sat and Phoebe nearly sighed with relief. At least she could think clearly now. Situations were always easier to solve with a clear mind, so her mother said. If she wasn't in her own time what time was she and her friends in?

"Albus, I mean Professor Dumbledore, excuse me – I grew up being bounced on your knee- what is the date?" she asked.

A cold voice that Phoebe knew very well said, "Its December twenty-seventh as well, but do tell us how you ended up twenty years in the past Miss-" he broke off but Phoebe was already calculating.

1997? What had happened by the end of 1997? Uncle Harry defeated Voldermort in 1998 but when exactly? Her parents and most of her friend's parents got together in 1997 and 1998. Phoebe glanced at her father – no he definitely wasn't her father yet – Professor Snape and realized why he looked different. Mum and he hadn't gotten together yet! His hair was still greasier than those fried Muggle potatoes from that place with the golden arches! She had never realized until then how lucky she was not to get his hair – it was so greasy!
"And do you have a problem with that?" Snape sneered.

Phoebe clasped a hand over her mouth. She hadn't really voiced that last thought aloud had she?

"Now, now Severus," said Albus. "Miss-"

"Phoebe," she prompted. It wouldn't be a good idea to announce she was the daughter of the man she had just insulted.

"Yes, Miss Phoebe here and her friends have had quite a journey I believe. Now could the lot of you explain how you got here?" asked Albus.

"Al- sir," Dunstan spoke up for the first time since the corridors. Phoebe noticed her father's eyes on him – she was glad her brother looked more like Snape did in the future rather than how he did now and didn't have that super-greasy hair as he did as well. "I think it would be helpful if we came out and told us who we are first or change our last names, from looking at The Order,- yes we know all about The Order of The Phoenix,- not even half of our parents are together yet. The shock might send them to Madame Pomfrey."

"Dunstan," Lavinia hissed. "Why do you always have to make sure I don't get to be dramatic? This would have been priceless to see the look on their faces! If only I had a camera for when…" Lily clasped a gentle yet firm hand on Lavinia's plump mouth.

"I agree Professor that we shouldn't tell you who we are or at least not yet," said Lily. She turned to Minerva, "Minerva, I mean Professor; I think you have a cousin by the name of Trevithick whom you haven't heard from in a while?"

Minerva nodded and Phoebe noticed Dunstan flinch at the name. She wondered why.

"That'll do Miss ah-Trevithick, now could one of you tell us how you got here?" asked Albus starting to sound impatient.

"Oh, well," started Roman. "We were coming home to Hogwarts due to a letter and package Professor Snape sent us. She ordered – no implored …" Here he was interrupted by a sound halfway between a laugh and a choke. It was Snape.

What's wrong with Daddy? Phoebe thought without remembering he wasn't her father yet.

After he had recovered he drawled, "I beg your pardon," it was quite clear he wasn't. "I though you said that I was a girl." His tone dared at whom would make fun of him.

Sweet, oblivious Frank said, "Why of course we didn't call you a girl Uncle Sev," Snape flinched at the nickname. "Roman was referring to your wife."

Phoebe counted in her head. 5…4…now would be a good time to duck for cover...2…1…

"WHAT?" Snape yelped in utter horror. "My-my-my wife? I get married?" He started to mutter incoherencies and slid down until he was slumped on the floor leaning on the fireplace. Phoebe took the chance took look at everyone's reaction.

Her friends were staring at the right-timers like herself with odd expressions on their faces. Albus was laughing silently, but good naturedly. Harry, Ron, Ginny, and her - Hermione were rolling on the floor in laughter not good naturedly. Minerva, Lupin, and Tonks were thunderstruck. Luna was staring off into the distance in a misleading way (Phoebe knew her aunt too well) and Neville looked terrified. Phoebe remembered that he and her father had not become friends yet. Oh dear, she thought. Draco for some reason looked terrified as well and Hagrid; wait Hagrid!

So that meant the war definitely wasn't over. Phoebe exchanged a glance with Dunstan and knew he had just realized the same thing.

Lovely, Phoebe thought. Maybe I'll get to meet the woman who saved Mum's life and whom I was named after. And as I'm dodging spells I can have tea with Voldermort. NOT! She inwardly sneered at herself. She had landed in the middle of a war! She needed to think along the lines of getting back – before she changed history (no that was impossible) or got killed!

A gasp came from Hermione along with whispered words that Phoebe hoped no one besides herself heard. "Someone actually bedded that greasy git?"

Phoebe felt her double dose of temper rise inside of her. She wanted to scream at her 'yes someone did and on numerous occasions too! Dunstan, I and the twins – well the twins aren't here but still we're the living proof!' But somehow she didn't think she could say it without really changing history in a very bad way.

"He-hem," said Lavinia and everyone looked up. "Aunt Ginny taught me that, now if you're done comprehending a simple fact of life in the future Hogwarts, Roman will finish telling you we got here." She said it in her best Malfoy voice and in her snootiest manner she only put on in desperate situations. Thanks Vinnie, thought Phoebe silently.

"Well," said Roman wary now that he had let loose 'important' information. "Professor Snape implored us to come home immediately – except for Vinnie we all live in Hogwarts. She also told us to open this package she sent us once we were in Hogsmeade without Phoebe present for an unknown reason."

Phoebe could see where this was going and her double dose of temper snapped. She stood up and shouted, "Don't you dare blame this as my fault! You all are always not including me! Send me for butter-beer indeed! None of you have drunk anything less than fire-whiskey – yes I've been covering for you all this time – since you turned seventeen! It's always me who is left behind, not included, whatever! Is it my fault that I wanted to be included for once?"

She then slumped in her chair exhausted and tears coming out of her eyes. Where had that come from? She was a Snape. Snapes were infamous for hiding their emotions though when they did let them loose it was a hurricane. Mum usually controlled her emotions but nowhere near as well as Daddy did. But when Mum let them loose…yes she could blame Mum for this.

Phoebe cried into her hands, embarrassed but not enough to care. She really just wanted Mum. Yes, she was sixteen but she needed her nonetheless. She could practically feel her hand rubbing her hair and rocking her, telling her she would be all right.

"Shh…Phoebe you're going to be fine. You're going to be fine. Professor Dumbledore needs to hear the rest of the story so he can send you back to your time. Do you want to tell it or would you like one of your er, friends to tell it?'

It was Mum, or at least who was going to become her mum. Thank Merlin Hermione Granger existed in the time she was sent to.

Hah-Hah CLIFFHANGER! I'm teasing I know. Now if you would like to know what happens next, please review! I write for reviews, they're bread and water for my fingers!

Destiny: … Or you could be Arthur. What do think of Arthur?

Briefcase Guy: --

Destiny: What about Charlie or Bill?

Briefcase Guy: --

Destiny: Do you not like Harry Potter names?

Briefcase Guy: --

Destiny: Is that a yes or a no?

Briefcase Guy: --

Destiny: (knocks on his head) Hello? Anybody in there? Is the brain in the house?

Briefcase Guy: (reaches for his briefcase)

Destiny: (springs back into her seat) No! Not the briefcase! I'll be good! I promise!

A/N: Got an idea for a name for Briefcase Guy? Go on and post it!