Disclaimer: I own Frank, Dunstan, Phoebe, Lavinia, the Snape twins, a winged dingle-man, and maybe Lily. That is all. I am not J.K. Rowling. Repeat, I am not J. K. Rowling.

Destiny: I give up! For all I care your name is John Doe.

Briefcase Guy: (nods)

Destiny: Wait, I was joking but… Is your name really John Doe?

Briefcase Guy: (nods again)

Destiny: OMG! Briefcase guy has a name! I think I'm going to sing I'm so shocked!

John Doe: (starts to reach for briefcase)

Destiny: On second thought maybe I'll just hum…

John Doe: (is about to touch it)

Destiny: Fine! I won't hum, I won't sing, and I won't whistle because I don't know how.

John Doe: (smiles)

Destiny: He can do something besides nod and scare me! (Faints)

Chapter Three: In which we learn aliases

Hermione wasn't a standby-and–watch-the-kid-cry kind of girl. She was the go-and-lend-a-shoulder-and-comfort kind of girl. That was one reason she had started to comfort Phoebe – under the eyes of The Order of the Phoenix. The second was obvious it was a wonder nobody else had noticed it. But then again, everyone still seemed very shocked from the fact that Snape would marry. She was still shocked.

Anyhow, when she watched Phoebe go into her impassioned speech (or tantrum) she realized that Phoebe must be her daughter from the future.

She had the same bushy hair as Hermione, though her skin was somewhat paler. Her speech was reminiscent of ones she herself had made. Phoebe had been staring at her ever since she had come in practically.

She had put one plus one plus one together and realized that if Lupin's son was one of these kids it was very likely one of these kids could be hers as well. Harry's kid was here too apparently.

Once the girl had broken into tears Hermione glanced up at Dumbledore. He nodded and she went up and started comforting her the way her mother had comforted her. It was an odd feeling comforting your daughter when she was taller than yourself and at the most a year younger.

"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?" She remembered how she felt in her first year before Harry and Ron had befriended her. Phoebe must be feeling similar to that.

The girl in her arms sniffled and calmed slightly, "I'll do it." she said.

"Good, good," Hermione realized that everyone had been staring – well what else was there to look at? They had all seemed to recover from the Snape news including the future groom himself. "Collect your thoughts and speak up so that the Headmaster can hear."

Dumbledore himself spoke up, "Yes, Phoebe. Why don't you continue how you got here and have a lemon drop." A glass bowl full of the candies appeared at her elbow.

For the first time anyone in the room can remember, someone besides Dumbledore ate one of his lemon drops. Phoebe took one and once she had put it in her mouth she was appeared calmer. Hermione and all the right-timers (including the greasy git) looked on at her in horror.

"What?" she asked. "They have a mixture of calming draught and Veritaserum in it." Everyone stared. "Didn't everyone know that?"

Hermione stole a glance at the other children – or better termed time-travelers. They all seemed a little ashamed of themselves, the lean black-haired wizard in particular. Good, she thought. They should be ashamed of themselves, leaving my daughter…

She realized if anyone had heard her thoughts they could easily have mistaken her for Mrs. Weasley. Oh dear. She's not your daughter yet! she scolded herself. Think of her as a friend not a daughter!

Phoebe then related the package exploding; their run through Hogwarts and their conversation out in the corridor, Hermione felt however that she was leaving out something there.

Of course she is, Hermione scolded herself. If she's taken Veritaserum she can't call her companions Trevithick or she'll let loose who they are.

She couldn't tell whose children the others were except for the one who called Harry 'Dad.' She had the same black hair and green eyes as Harry. It was as clear as the nose on Snape's face. The nasty git, she thought.

"Well," said Dumbledore. "It seems that Miss Trevithick was right. I don't think she caused the package to explode as you say it did. I think Professor Snape concocted a potion of some sort to send you to this time. Miss Trevithick had the luck to be sent with you when it happened. Now since we don't know exactly how you got here I believe you are going to be here for awhile. It would be a good idea if the six of you got along."

There was a reply of 'yes sirs' from the six travelers.

"Good," said Dumbledore. Hermione realized this was going to take a while and conjured herself a chair to sit in. "Now as why it's so quiet here, everyone went home for the holiday except for the students in this room. They all went quite eagerly I fear, because of the war."

"Bloody hell," the blonde witch swore – Lavinia was her name? She stole a glance from McGonagall, "Oh sorry. It's just the wars ended before any of us are born and I…" she trailed off as if realizing what she could say. "I think I shouldn't say anything more."

"I should think so," said Tonks bossily. "So you're saying that you er, Roman are not the child I'm currently pregnant with?"

Roman's face lit up, "Oh! No, of course not. You're pregnant with Cassandra. Lovely girl, much nicer than any other squib I know…"

"WHAT?" Tonks interrupted. "A squib? Are you- my family…" She stuttered for a while until Dumbledore offered her a lemon drop which she still automatically refused.

"Now Nymphadora," said Dumbledore.

"It's Tonks," the whole room said without hesitating.

"Alright," he continued. "Tonks, there's nothing wrong with a squib. She's your flesh and blood after all. Roman here has said she's a lovely woman."
Roman nodded his head vigorously. He was obviously mortified that he had sent his mother into hysterics.

"Excuse me Albus, Son," said Lupin who seemed finally able to gain his tongue. "I think to avoid any more 'slip-ups' it would be best if only one of you," he pointed vaguely towards the travelers. "And Albus talked. Do you agree Albus?"

"Certainly Remus," said Dumbledore. "Now could you Mr. ah-Trevithick," all three of the wizards looked up. "Oh, dear. Maybe it would be better if we devised different last names individually."

"I'll take care of that," one of them spoke up. He had a round face and dirty blonde hair. "Phoebe can be Trevithick, Dunstan as …" vigorous shakes from the dark wizard caused the speaking boy to change his mind. "I mean Dunstan can be ah-Cape. I'll be Good, I'm Frank by the way. Lavinia O'Malley and Lily West will work as well. And what about you Roman, they already know who you are?"

"Er," said Roman. "I still need an alias don't I? Er, what about," his face lit up. "I know Moon!"

Hermione couldn't help it. She burst into laughter and Roman turned towards her.

"What?" he growled in a way that reminded her of his father – when he was a werewolf.

"Nothing," she said, hoping no one noticed how quickly. Her daughter, she noticed, was stifling giggles as well as the other time travelers, Harry, Ron, Ginny, and the werewolf himself.

"Good," said Dumbledore. "Now Mr. Cape, what house are you and your friends in? We'll set you all up so you can resume your studies. I think the staff and students who aren't in this room will be quite content to believe you are transfers from a school in Ireland due to war matters."

Dunstan, Hermione noticed, glanced at Snape (self-pitying bat!) before saying, "We're all Gryffindors sir, so that might be a problem."

"No," said Dumbledore. "It actually makes it much easier. We'll send Miss Trevithick, Miss West, and Miss O'Malley to bunk in the Head Girl's room if that is alright Miss Granger? Good, and Mr. Moon, Mr. Cape, and Mr. Good shall bunk with the Head Boy, Mr. Weasley. And what year are the lot of you in?" Was it just her or did the three wizards share an odd glance between them?

"I'm a sixth year," piped up Phoebe. "The rest are a year ahead of me."

"All right then," said Dumbledore. "The five seventh years can take the same classes as Harry and Ron – they're taking Potions, Transfiguration, Charms, Herbology, and Defense Against the Dark Arts. You're probably taking different courses but this is just to avoid confusion. Miss Trevithick can take the same classes as Miss Weasley which are the exact same as the ones that I've just listed." For an odd reason, Lavinia's head perked up. Is she a Weasley then? thought Hermione. She seemed about to scold for some reason and then realized she wasn't being talked to. Hermione pushed the thought out of her mind. She didn't have red hair. She couldn't possibly be a Weasley.

"Now I think its time to adjourn," said Dumbledore. "Everyone – and I mean everyone needs to get some sleep. Even you Severus." Tonks and Lupin left a little eagerly as well as Snape who flooed out.

McGonagall and Hagrid also left, the latter whispering to Hermione, "Come down teh the cabin t'morrow after break'fast." And Hermione nodded.

All of the students rose to leave when Dumbledore said, "Harry and right time students? Please wait outside while I speak to your new er, housemates."

Harry, Ron, Neville, Ginny, Luna, Draco, and Hermione headed out and down the stairs. Once the door had closed behind them Ginny burst into laughter.

"I can't believe it! Snape gets married? And did you see that Phoebe girl tell him off? Merlin, that girl has guts!" she squealed.

"Of course she does." said Hermione without thinking. "She's my daughter."

They all turned to stare at her.

"Er, 'Mione?" said Harry. "How do you know she's your daughter?"

"Well, I know you're not brilliant, but the fact that she looked just like me might have been a tip-off. Or the way she reacted or the way she bit her lower lip. It was as obvious as the fact that that Lily girl is your daughter Harry."

Remembrance shone on Harry's face and he grinned, "Well, that means I live long enough to have her. I have at least three years. But wait – probably have twenty if she though I was really her dad. I wonder who's my wife?"

Ginny punched him in the arm. "It better be me, Harry. I'm sure I still know the Bat-Bogey Hex in the future." Everyone laughed except for Malfoy.

"You're despicable, the lot of you." He sneered, ending their laughter. "We have a chance to see the future – right some wrongs – and you care about is who you end up with? Pathetic." He stormed off towards the dungeons.

"What's up with him?" asked Ron.

"Merlin knows," said Hermione. "But he does have a point- maybe they can help us win this war with their knowledge of the future."

Everyone was quiet for a moment and then Luna piped up for the first time that evening, "So, how are you going to get it out of them who they really are and who you end up with?"

They started talking, suggesting ideas, and laughing. None of them noticed Luna and Neville sneak off hand in hand.

Once the door had shut behind her mum, aunts, and uncles Phoebe slumped in her chair. She was stuck in the past with her parents –and they were nowhere near getting together!

"Feel free to let loose those emotions you're trying to hide," said Albus "And I think it would be a good idea for me to know who your parents really are."

Lily and Lavinia started giggling like first years. Roman and Dunstan both buried their heads in their hands. Frank just smiled and started examining some of the things on Dumbledore's shelves in a misleading way.

"Er, Professor?" asked Phoebe. He nodded. "Is my – oh you can know – dad, Professor Snape really that repulsive to everyone?"

He seemed shocked for a moment and then he started to chuckle, "He's just not of the best temperament my dear. He could also use some shampoo as you so neatly pointed out." Phoebe blushed crimson. "I'm assuming he's not like that in the future?"

"He's really funny," said Frank. "He's really nothing like how he was right now. It's no wonder my dad was scared stiff of him, I would be scared of him if I hadn't known him my whole life."

Lavinia spoke up, "But did you hear what you're mum said, Phoebe? Circe, I wanted to die laughing but the Malfoy in me didn't let me 'betray my emotions.' Remember Easter two years ago?"

Blushing even redder, Phoebe did remember. That had been very embarrassing for everyone involved. She thought she might be scarred for life. And she knew from Uncle Harry that wasn't something to take lightly.

"And you are Miss Malfoy then?" asked Albus. Here it comes, thought Phoebe inwardly sighing.

"No, I'm Miss Malfoy-Weasley." She answered smirking.

"Miss Weasley married Draco Malfoy?" he asked obviously surprised.

"No," said Lavinia, now beaming. "Mr. Weasley married Mr. Malfoy. Ron Weasley that is."

Albus looked like he had just been knocked over the head by the Whomping Willow.

"Professor, I think you should you take your advice and have a lemon drop." whispered Phoebe.

He did so and looked a little better. "Now you," he pointed at Lily, "are Miss Potter, yes?"

"Yes," she answered. "And my mum is Ginny Weasley."

"Good," he said. "and you Mr. Good are?"

"Frank Longbottom sir," Frank said. "My mum is Luna Lovegood."

"I always thought they would be good for each other." said Albus approvingly. "And you Mr. Cape are?" Phoebe suddenly had a sense of foreboding, but of all the things she was, she was definitely not a Seer.

"Phoebe and I," said Dunstan. "are the children of Severus Snape and Hermione Granger."

Albus fainted.

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Destiny: I think I'm okay now

John Doe: -

Destiny: You don't care do you?

John Doe: -

Destiny: It would probably make it easier for you if I stopped writing wouldn't it?

John Doe: -

Destiny: But if something did happen to me no one would know what happened to Albus right?

John Doe: -

Destiny: I'm rambling aren't I?