Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and its characters.
Author's Note: This is the first time I write a Next Generation fanfiction, but I wanted to try something new. Plus, I know that there are already many Time Travel Fanfics, but I want to add mine in, so…
Chapter 1: The Very Typical Sleep Over
It was already night time, the cold summer night winds of July entering the windows of Grimmauld Place. In a room in the fourth floor, once labeled the room of R.A.B., were two girls and two boys.
The first girl has bushy red hair, heart- shaped face, and brilliant blue eyes, her eyebrows scrunched in concentration. Her name is Rose Weasley, and she is the daughter of Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger.
Beside her was Albus Potter—Harry Potter's son and replica. It was hard to distinguish Al's photos to Harry's, although the glasses (Harry's were round and Al has none) were enough to do for them.
Beside Al was a straight haired blonde girl, with natural dark violet eyes. Her name is Hailey Malfoy. Her twin brother, whose name is Scorpius Malfoy, is sitting beside her, his blonde hair windswept on his head, and his grayish green eyes flashing with curiousness.
They were having a Sleepover, and also in the house are Rose's brother, Hugo, Al's siblings, Victoire Weasley who was borrowing something from her Aunt Ginny, and Louis Weasley who was accompanying her.
Meanwhile, Rose, Al, Scorpius, and Hailey were crouched over a parcel.
"You said Neptune brought this to you, Hailey?" Scorpius asked. Hailey shrugged and nodded. "Yeah."
Neptune is the Malfoy family's owl, once owned by Astoria Malfoy during her Hogwarts days, so it is very loyal.
"Okay, let me recount this to you." Al said. "Your dad sent you a strange parcel."
Hailey nodded. "He never does."
"And you don't want to open it because…" Rose trailed off. Hailey grinned. "I want to guess what's in it!"
Scorpius rolled his eyes, Al shook his head fondly, and Rose palmed her face. "Really, Hailey! We spent hours looking at that box, because you were staring so intently at it, and you're saying it's because you only want to guess what's in it?"
Hailey laughed and nodded, cracking up the tense air that she wasn't aware there was. "Yes, Rose."
"Widewings! Help! Help me!" James Potter, the messy haired guy with hazel brown eyes shouted, suddenly grabbing Hailey and hiding behind her, using her as his personal human shield. Hailey crossed her arms and rolled her eyes. "What is it now, Potter?"
"Hugo! Hugo is torturing me!"
As if on cue, Hugo burst in the room, his eyes flashing angrily. "Show me James Sirius Potter!" he thundered.
Hailey looked at him, highly amused, for Hugo was known for his patience as a Hufflepuff.
"Hugo, will you please calm down? What did James do?" Rose asked, walking over to Hugo while rubbing her temple.
"He fed my chess pieces to Jess." he said malevolently. Merlin forbid someone touch Hugo's chess pieces-
"YOU FED HUGO'S CHESS PIECES TO WHOM?"
-and Hailey's pygmy puff.
Hailey turned venomously to James. "What did you do to Jess?"
James scratched his head… "Err—"
"James Sirius Potter, how many times will I tell you, never touch my pygmy puff, or never feed him anything? Don't you know that it's highly sensitive? It could get diarrhea, or dyspepsia, or worse, she would die! Oh, honestly!" she screamed exasperatedly, palming her face and rubbing it with her hands.
"Where is Jess?" Hailey turned to Lily, who entered the room without prior notice to the two angry teenagers. Lily pulled out a violet pygmy puff, the same shade as Hailey's eyes, and placed it on Hailey's awaiting hands. "Oh, my poor baby, are you alright?"
Surprisingly, the pygmy puff didn't answer.
"Hey, what's this?" James lifted the parcel and shook it, and Hailey quickly ran towards him and grabbed the parcel. "That's mine! Don't touch it, you walking disaster!"
"Don't touch it, you walking disaster!" James mimicked in a horrible imitation of Hailey's voice.
Hailey sat down and placed Jess on her shoulder and the parcel on her lap. She carefully opened it, revealing a small velvet box. She stared at it incredulously.
"Jewelry? My dad sent me jewelry?"
"Open it, open it!" Lily called out, grinning and sitting down beside Hailey. The latter carefully opened it, showing a golden necklace, with a circular mirror pendant in the middle.
"A parchment! A parchment fell out of it!" Hugo said, picking up a small piece of parchment. The seven kids were unknowingly gathering around the locket, driven by curiosity and amazement. James grabbed the parchment from Hugo and scrunched his eyebrows. "It's in another language. Tempus speculum, aperire."
"What the heck did that mean?" Al asked.
"Sounds like French… Hang on I'll call Louis." James muttered lowly, handing the parchment to Al and went downstairs to call his cousin. When Louis Weasley arrived, he re- read the strange sentence.
"It's not French… I think it's Latin." Louis said, passing the parchment to Scorpius. He cleared his throat and said, "Tempus speculum, aperire!"
Rose snapped her fingers. "I think I know! Scorpius, will you repeat it again, please?"
Scorpius happily obliged, earning sniggers from the rest of the kids.
"Tempus… Tempus speculum…" Rose uttered the lines some more under her breath (it could be more than twenty, who knows?) and then, something unbelievable happened.
The mirror opened up wide, wide enough that Hailey dropped it and it landed in front of them. An unusual sucking motion grabbed the eight teenagers towards the mirror, and they entered a place full of swirling vortexes in colors of palomino and white.
The last things heard from the room were the screams of the eight.
"Be quiet, you three! Yes, we saw him talking to Fudge on Level Nine, then they went up to Fudge's office together. Dumbledore ought to know."
"Absolutely," said Sirius. "We'll tell him, don't worry."
"Well, I'd better get going, there's a vomiting toilet waiting for me in Bethnal Green. Molly, I'll be late, I'm covering for Tonks, but Kingsley might be dropping in for dinner -"
THUMP!
Before Arthur could leave, they heard a noise upstairs, in Ginny and Hermione's room. Molly told the kids to stay in the kitchen, and after a few more protests, they stayed.
With all their wands out, they all ran to the said location, and saw about eight teenagers, all rolled on top of each other.
"Ouch, my hair!"
"Who was that?"
"Hang on, don't step on my hand!"
"Ow, my face!"
"Where are we?"
"Let's face that problem later, can we?"
"Whose foot was that? It stinks!"
"Excuse me, it doesn't!"
The adults were perturbed, seeing that the eight teenagers were so calm [aside from getting tangled with each other.] that they entered a highly secured house in the middle of a war. Well, in all fairness, not technically at war, but still…
"GET UP!" Sirius hollered, startling the eight teenagers and making them jump into place.
There was a guy that looked like James Potter, save the darker shade of hazel eyes he has. Another looked exactly like Draco Malfoy.
There was a girl with bushy red hair that somehow radiated the Hermione aura around her. Another was a girl with auburn red hair and hazel brown eyes, the same shade as the James Potter lookalike.
There was also a boy who looked a lot like Ron, but his eyes were brown instead of blue. Then a guy that looked exactly like Harry without the glasses, and a girl with platinum blonde hair. The last one that stood was a handsome blonde haired, blue eyed boy.
The James Potter lookalike pointed his wand at Sirius saying, "Who are you and what are you doing in our house?"
"Your house? This is my house! And how dare you impersonate James Potter!" Sirius, with his voice thick with emotion, punched the impersonator by the jaw. His eyes widened and punched Sirius back.
Thankfully, Molly and the girls of the intruders held both of them back.
"Rose, what—"
"I understand now." The Hermione aura-d girl said. "I understand it all."
She turned to her accompaniments with wide eyes. "We traveled back in time!"
Now, that's eventful. This'll last not for more than twenty chapters or so, so I plan to finish this by the end of June, July, or earlier, depending on the reviews/ follows/ favorites it gets. I mean, I'm not begging, but it would be wonderful to have some.