I'm American, I'm a teenager, and my total savings isn't enough for a ticket to Washington, no matter how much I wish it is.

Do you really think I'm J.K. Rowling?

The group was halfway to the hospital wing when James (not Prongs) stopped abruptly, causing his sister to walk right into him. He turned around, instructed everyone to wait there, and dragged Albus and Rose into the next corridor.

"I just realized something," he said. "When they get to the Hospital Wing, they'll notice that it's not Madam Pomfrey. Then, they'll have to know that Madam Pomfrey retired years ago. When they find out that Madam Pomfrey retired years ago, they'll know for sure that they're not in the 1970s. When they realize they're not in the 1970s, they'll figure out who we are! We can't keep them in the dark anymore; we have to tell them!"

"How, pray tell, do you intend to explain this?" Rose asked.

"I'm not sure yet."

"And what makes you think they'll believe this?" said Al.

"You haven't been listening to them very hard, have you? They're completely confused. They're ready for an explanation. I really think that this will make sense to them."

"As much as I never thought I would say this, James is right," Rose said reluctantly. "We do have to tell them. But we should probably take them to the Room of Requirement when we tell them; we don't want it all over the school in two minutes that your grandparents and their friends have suddenly appeared in our time."

"What's the Room of Requirement?" said Al.

"It's a place that can only be found when you have real need of it. It's across from that tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy being clubbed by trolls on the seventh floor."

"How do you know about this?" James asked, looking astounded.

"I overheard Mum and Dad talking about it once, and then I asked one of the house-elves down in the kitchen here."

"Wow," the brothers said together, and the three went back to the others around the corner.

"Okay! Change of plans! We're not going to the Hospital Wing now!" James announced to the group.

"And why not?" Lily Evans demanded.

"We…er…have something to…talk to you about….In private," Al stammered.

"Okay," Prongs said slowly.

The crowd followed Rose's lead to the seventh floor. They all stood back when she began pacing in front of the tapestry, and, after a door had appeared, filed into a room that looked a bit like the Gryffindor common room with several squashy armchairs and couches.

The Marauders (plus Lily) sat on one side of the room, while the seven Weasleys (Fred caught up with them as they passed the Owlery) and three Potters sat on the other side. For a few moments, the two groups just stared at each other, until –

"Oh, I can't take this anymore!" Rose cried, standing up. She took a deep breath before turning to the Marauders and saying, "James and Lily, meet your grandchildren: James, Albus, and Lily Potter."

"WHAT?" Lily Evans's scream rang through the room.

"Did not see that one coming," Remus said blanking, glancing at Prongs, who looked dumbstruck.

"Grandchildren!" Sirius clapped his friend on the back, grinning. "Told you Evans would say yes eventually! You two have grandchildren!"

"Whoa," said Peter, looking from Prongs to Evans to Rose and back again.

"I DON'T BELIEVE YOU!" Evans was still yelling. She could not be a grandmother, especially if Potter was the grandfather.

"Well, you'd better get used to it, 'cause it's true," Lily Potter said. "You two get married and have dad."

Evans began to calm down a little bit, and the room fell into silence.

Sorry it took me three weeks to update. I just got back from church camp in North Carolina, where my roommate was driving me crazy, obsessing about a guy she met last week.

I'll try to get the next chapter up sooner, and I'm going to try to make it funny (try being the key word in both clauses).

PLEASE REVIEW! It'll help me to forget last week's ramblings from my roommate. Plus, I like knowing that you're actually reading this and not just skimming.