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Chapter three:
The reactions were, to say the least, most entertaining.
Harry was gaping at the teenagers openly, as if having a mind battle in him. He himself doesn't understand the laws and properties of Time Travel and the ways to do it. The only thing he knows is that he believes Hermione, (although sometimes it is hard) and you could only travel in the past using a Time Turner, which is strictly controlled by the Ministry.
It is highly unbelievable, yes, but not entirely impossible.
"Umm… April's Fools?" Fred and George said to Hermione weakly, who looked deadly serious. She shook her head rapidly and gulped. "I'm not kidding… and don't you think it's a bit too late for April's Fools?"
She turned to the kids, who looked at her with beating hearts. "I'm right, aren't I?" she demanded.
"Always." The boy that looked like Ron (he's called Hugo, right?) said. Hermione blushed.
The boy that looked like Harry cleared his throat. "Aunt Hermione's right. We are your kids from the future." Said the boy who looked like Harry.
"Our kids…" Ron echoed emptily. The eight nodded.
"Are you sure about this, Molly? Sirius? Arthur?" Remus asked the three present adults, and they nodded. Tonks looked at the kids, her face pale white and cleared her throat.
"Well, it's not every day we see kids from the future. But… why don't you introduce yourselves first? And then tell us how in Merlin's name you managed to travel this far." She said. The eight kids glanced at each other and nodded.
"Why don't you all calm down first, and then we'll start? Uncle Ron looks like he wants to faint." The blonde girl remarked, waving her hand to summon glasses of water. True, Ron looked close to fainting, only because he saw his kid from the future. His kid. Duh!
"That's underage magic!" the Weasley Twins gasped, highly affronted. Apparently, they weren't allowed to do magic while underage. The girl grinned at them slyly.
"I'm not yet born."
After everyone was calmed down, the one that looked like Harry's dad stepped forward. Sirius was on the edge of his seat, and Remus was watching him with interest and remorse. The boy cleared his throat dramatically.
"My name is James Sirius Potter," he smirked at Harry and Sirius, who both had slight smiles on their faces.
"How did you manage to make your wife approve to name your son after two trouble makers? We didn't succeed in Lily." Said Sirius, referring to his old friend. Harry shrugged. "I don't see why not."
The present James grinned at him. "Potters aren't trouble makers. Trouble usually finds them."
The other teenagers with him rolled their eyes.
"Anyway," he continued. "I'm seventeen years old, in Gryffindor, and I play seeker just like dad. I'm also known as the Gryffindor Prince, Quidditch Extraordinaire, and Rover Master Executor. I'm also the oldest of the Potter trio." He finally winked at his dad, who was younger than him, of course and slightly out of breath too.
He has three kids… But… that means…
"That means I defeated Voldemort, don't I? We win the war, don't we?" he asked, desperately wanting to know the answer. James looked at him somberly. "No dad. We spent our years hiding from Voldemort and his Death Eaters." He said grimly.
There was a grave moment of silence.
…until of course, James laughed out loud. "Nah, I'm just kidding. Of course we win the war."
Harry let out a breath of relief and blushed at the 'congratulations' and other appraises he got from his mates.
"It's not a joking matter, James. You made us heavy with that news. Don't you know how tense we are here, hopin that our family would survive? That we would survive?" Tonks surprisingly snapped. James, who recognized the hair color changing and darkening eyes from Teddy Lupin, paled.
"I'm sorry." He squeaked. Tonks took a deep breath and sighed. "It's okay… just that… things…"
Remus placed a friendly comforting arm on her shoulder and smiled at her, to which she smiled back.
"Shall we carry on, then?" Arthur asked, smiling at the kids and starting to warm up to them. The boy that looked like Harry stepped forward. "My name is Al… Alright, this would be bizarre, but don't have such over dramatic reactions… My full name is Albus Severus Potter."
He almost said the name 'Severus' in a very quiet tone, but everyone else heard it.
"Severus, you say?" Arthur verified, taken by surprise. Al nodded.
Sirius, the Twins, Ron, and slightly irritated looks from Hermione and Ginny met Harry. "Why would you name your son after that—that—that creature excuse for a person?"
Harry gulped and inched away slightly, looking at Al pleadingly. "You had a good reason in the future." Al said defensively.
"He said I have a good reason in the future." Harry told his audience weakly. Sirius sighed and crossed his arms. "Look Harry… I appreciate you name your eldest son after me and your father, but after Snivellus? Not really."
Al frowned. "Can you not make judgments especially if you don't know the full story?"
"That sounds creepily like something Dumbledore would've said." Ginny muttered to Hermione, who grinned a little, watching Al with interest. He's the same Harry—looks, thoughtfulness, and all—but different somehow in a way. Meanwhile, Remus leaned to Arthur.
""I never thought I'd see the day when the name 'Severus' is mixed with 'Potter'." He muttered, as Arthur cracked a slight grin.
Al cleared his throat. "If you're all finished, I'd like to continue my introduction. Don't worry, it won't be long. I'm not as big headed as James."
"Oi!"
James was ignored as the past people fell into silence guiltily.
"I'm going on sixth year, I play chaser, and I'm in—" he paused, looking at his friends first, who all nodded at him encouragingly. "—Slytherin."
His revelation made quite uproar. Not the kind of loud uproar, but a scary silent one, as the future time travelers braced their selves on what the reaction might be. True enough, everyone was glaring, shocked, or just staring at him blankly, like he had grown two more heads.
"Are you sure you're a Potter?" Sirius asked slowly, attempting not to explode as he should. Stuck in this hell hole has brought him no good, especially under the impression that all in Slytherin are Dark Arts addict, thus bringing such a question. But on Al's part, it has gone a little bit too far, that it caused him to explode.
"Sure? Sure?" his voice has gone deathly quiet, that it sent shivers even in his fellow time travelers. Ron and Hermione knew at once that he inherited Harry's temper. "Of course I am sure. All my life I've been treated indifferently, just because I'm in Slytherin. Not all in Slytherin are bad, Mr. Black. Andromeda Tonks was in Slytherin, but she married Ted Tonks, who was a muggle born. Being sorted into Slytherin doesn't mean a person is automatically evil. No one in our family even cares that I'm in Slytherin, because we're family. Uncle Bill's daughter is in Slytherin too. No one, nobody cares because we are family. That's all it matters."
His eyes bored into each and every head, and then he left the room, leaving the room in a quiet stance for quite some time.
"Lily," James broke the silence, turning to the auburn- haired girl. "Finish our introductions. I'll go after him."
However, after James left, Lily did not start immediately.
"That has gone a little bit too far, Uncle Sirius. We love Al because he's family. We don't care even if he's in Slytherin. Your question is a bit—severe. You must understand. Al feels so low because he looks just like dad, therefore he is expected to be like him. He is also named after Hogwarts' greatest Headmaster. Do you think he only likes to be called 'Al' just because he doesn't like the name Albus? No. It's because he wants to create his own name. He wants to be known as his self. He did that the second he was sorted into Slytherin, and became a chaser unlike Dad." She explained sadly.
Sirius looked down with the decency to look ashamed. No wonder why he was so affected.
Lily decided to take a deep breath. "My name is Lily Luna Potter, going on fourth year, and I'm in Hufflepuff. I'm a seeker and chaser, but seeker for the House Team, and as you already know, our parents are Harry Potter and Ginny Potter. Maybe Ginny Weasley in this time. If you'll just excuse me,"
She left the room without another word, probably to follow her brothers.
"We'd hate to break the silence—" Fred started, taking all the attention to them.
"—but we really felt the need to say this." George finished, taking a big sigh. Both of them turned to Harry.
"You—"
"—knocked our sister—"
"—three times?!"
Ginny flushed deeper than her hair color, while Harry's face drained of all color. "They said so," he said weakly, his voice small.
Why did he marry someone with six older brothers? One of whom is his best friend? And how come it's Ginny?
Molly however, was greatly overjoyed and hugged Harry enthusiastically. "You're officially a part of the family now!"
Arthur chuckled lightly, still can't believe that his little girl would be married. He couldn't even fathom to think of it.
After sometime, Fred and George called Ron and beckoned him to come over, and after exchanging looks from Hermione, followed the Weasley Twins. They talked suspiciously in hushed voices, and Harry, who saw the whole interaction, paled immediately.
"So, those were the Potters." Said the bushy haired girl, looking at the past people. "I suppose Hugo and I are next."
Meanwhile, in the basement…
Al's hands were gripping the table so hard that his knuckles turned white. Actually, he was already used to get these kinds of reactions, except that they were at least more polite. He knows that he shouldn't be angry. He knows the rift existing between Gryffindors and Slytherins during this time. This is expected. So why does he feel angry?
"Al," James started softly.
If this was a different situation, Al would've mocked James for managing to say such soft words. But even though James is a player, a joker, and a guy with an ego as big as twenty Quidditch pitches, he is still Al's brother. He has a responsibility.
"I just—I don't—" Al tried very hard not to explode.
"Don't mind them Al. You know you shouldn't" James said quietly.
"I know. But doubting whether I'm a Potter or not? It may sound girlish, but I'm hurt." The latter boy replied, banging his forehead on the edge of the table.
"What does the banging of the forehead bring to this situation?" Lily's voice asked, and even though his head was bent down, he could see her eyes rolling. He lifted his head, sighed, and grinned at Lily. Yes, he was surprised too.
"Nothing," he answered. Lily threw her arms around her brother and hugged him tightly. "Don't be stupid. What have we told you about this?" she asked sternly.
Al was amazed by the similarities Lily had with their mother.
"I'm Al Potter. I'm in Slytherin. I was the only one in Hogwarts' history that scored 200 goals in one game." Al answered obediently. James huffed, but grinned inside. It was Al's first game, and he decdied to give the glory to his brother. Like something any brother would do, right?
"They're just in shock, Al. You know that already." James added.
Al took a deep breath and let out a great sigh. "I suppose. Next, I'm never going to travel in the past again."
Lily grinned as James clapped his hands. "Now, why don't we return there? I still want to see Uncle Ron and Aunt Hermione's faces."
*Back to the kitchen*
Rose was feeling like an idiot (that's a first), standing there, with all the attention on her. No matter how often it will be, she'll never get used to attention.
"My name is Rose Weasley, going in sixth year. I'm also in Gryffindor, and I play Keeper." She introduced. Hugo took a step forward. "My name is Hugo Weasley, 4th year, in Hufflepuff. I don't play Quidditch, if you're gonna ask that. Our dad is Ron Weasley."
Molly wiped a tear. She knew she'll have a big family, but she didn't expect to meet them now. And if she's guessing right…
"Hey, guys! How much have we missed?" James appeared in the door way, slinging an arm around the blonde girl as a friendly gesture. She rolled her eyes, obviously disgusted, but didn't push him away.
"Rose and Hugo just introduced. They're about to tell who their mum is." She answered, trying hard not to smirk in excitement. James though, didn't bother to hide his.
"Who would marry ickle- Ronniekins?" Ginny asked out of pure innocence obviously stating that she was implying something. Ron glared, misunderstanding the implied thing. "What are you trying to say? That I'm not marriable?"
Rose and Hermione snorted at the made up word.
Ginny, on the other hand, grinned slyly as her eyes flicked over to Hermione. "I'm just saying that the person who would marry you must have power to control you and suffer your bottomless pit."
Fred and George high fived their sister.
"Well," Rose interrupted, a giggle trying to take over her "Aunt Ginny's right. Our mum is Hermione Granger, as many of you would have guessed."
Ron flushed maroon, like he was just shocked, pleased, and embarrassed at the same time. His eyes were starting to bur, but he clutched the edge of the table firmly. A wide mantel of joy expanded in his chest as he avoided Hermione's eyes, which was currently doing quite the same.
Sirius was laughing loud, Fred and George were exchanging bets, Tonks winked at Hermione, Remus was chuckling, and Molly and Arthur were both grinning happily.
"I thought Hermione would be smarter than to marry ickle- Ronniekins." Fred grumbled, although there was a teasing smile on his face. Ron glared at him and Hermione looked at him aghast.
"Excuse me?" she asked, her voice unusually an octave high. Harry chuckled, and was soon laughing at his two red faced mates who could've rivaled the tomato.
"I wouldn't laugh, if I were you. You married my sister after all." Ron whispered to Harry furiously, and was rewarded with the color draining out from his face. "I haven't done it yet."
The reactions that lasted a little longer than expected thoroughly entertained the visitors, and when they were ready to move on, Tonks took notice of Scorpius and Hailey.
"Excuse me, not mean offense, but what is the P-W C—"
"P-W C?" the future kids echoed, staring at Tonks blankly.
"Potter- Weasley Clan," Tonks explained, grinning cheekily.
It rose a chuckle from all.
"So, what are you doing with Malfoy?" Tonks asked, and the past people silenced, laughter draining out from their eyes and were replaced with mixed emotions. Scorpius and Hailey's throat tightened.
Hey, I did this at 12 midnight, so sorry for the corrections.